The Story behind 'The Painter's Honeymoon' **Baron**, *the weather is so nice. We can go for a walk.* The man did not respond when she spoke to him. *Alternatively, you can sit on the balcony to enjoy the spring sun. I'll bring you a blanket to make sure you won't feel cold.* The care with which she wrapped the blanket around the man's legs spoke volumes, but he did not answer. I'll bring tea, she said, and it was as if her feet were floating over the carpet. She was as…
A Pair of Losers - fable *For those who expect nothing from life,* *it is always a shining, bright day.* **Matilda** the little hen happily stepped out of her nest It promised to be a beautiful day After she had groomed her feathers She went outside After all, it was time for breakfast The morning sun wasn't yet very warm But that didn't bother her Considering the necessary morning exercise. Isn't it a beautiful morning, she cackled to the horse That was quietly eating from…
Bicycle Day **Look**, do you see this, my friend, Ali shouted, it is World Bicycling Day. He enthusiastically waved an orange poster in front of my face. I preferred to keep my eyes closed and sleep a little longer. Ali, I said, get lost and please shut up. Grumpy, he replied cheerfully, come on, lazy guy, get out of bed, I've made tea! He jerked open the curtains. It was still dark outside. **Whaat**, I shouted, what time is it? Almost half past four, he said satisfied, I…
Credit & Loans They once lived in harmony and were like yin and yang. She gave and gave and gave while he took and took and took it seemed like a perfect balance. Aren't they a great couple, said the butcher on the corner. The baker nodded, as did the milkman, who hoped that he would also meet such a fine woman as Mrs. Credit, the bank of Loans that the entire village talked about daily. If one felt cornered, had financial problems, they visited her. In time, Mrs. Credit had…
The Soft One **Do you remember man** described in those cheap pocketbooks meant for ladies? They were for sale everywhere the supermarket included. That man with breast hair was what they called a real man. In most cases, he had a terrible character and for sure he wasn't what I called a hunk, more likely a caveman. It turns out there are ladies who like men like these. Can be they fall for monkeys as well. I always wonder who writes these cheap unrealistic stories and I…
Hot Dip It's not easy being a dragon, you know. The knight who had tried to kill her kept silent. Can you believe, I don't have a moment of peace? First arrange a nest, next an egg and to make matters worse, you come running over with that horse of yours. What makes you think that you can attack me with a sword and even defeat me? She looked at the knight from above with her crooked red eyes. They seemed to flash yellow as he tried to shift. Calm down, knight, you know I…
Hair Styles **If you** are at the bottom of the pile it may take a while to realize there is a way up. All you have to do is pretend you are as good, if not better, as those who are at the top. A little bragging here, some bragging there and if you don't blush no one will ever find out about your roots. To Emu it all made sense. She listened intensively to what the ostrich said to the five he lived with. Ostrich was getting old, and it wasn't without any reason, he worried…
An Angry Bag Hey old fool, said the bag to the sack, how long have you been tied up there? The sack didn't know and thought it would be wiser to ignore the bag because it was clearly on the warpath and that cord with which it was tied was there for a very good reason. At times he felt inside the broken pieces of a life shifting and rumbling, but as long as Sack stood still, at least it remained calm and peaceful. Hey, dirty sack, the bag roared, as he angrily threw himself…
The Three Little Pigs - a fable Once upon a time Somewhere, not so far away Three little pigs lived in a merry way Each one of them had their skills One was lazy, one was dumb And the third one was a nerd What they shared was being selfish. Their mother couldn't keep silent and said: "I am tired and sick of your idle ways It's time to leave, no more delays Find your paths, build a life, Do as you like, Get out boys it is Springtime. No need to worry about me I'll be fine.…
The rising of Nationalism x Identity Crisis Nation = Good National = Good -ism = ~~BAD / dangerous~~. **Nation** stands for a country, the people of a country, people being united. Nato should be an example of that even though the average man isn't asked if he wants to join that club or agrees with whatever NATO is doing. **-ism** is a different story. If I may believe internet nationalism is - to most dictionaries and AI is l instructed to tell the same story - a negative…
Countdown - A luke warm welcome We didn't know what to expect. Life went on and that timer was set long ago. Must have been time, the time it calculated went slow. Most of us died long ago it was the old man, me a a handful of others. You'll see, it's unique, Gal you are so lucky, the old wise man said. He waited on the rid till the timer would stop. Wave love, you should wave and wish them welcome. I lifted my hand but didn't understand what the meaning of it was. Waving,…
The Amber Light **Green**! Hank yelled while slamming the driver in front of him against the side of his head. With his other hand, he held the bottle of gin he had stolen from the desk in the villa the three of them had broken into. Drive man, drive, that light won't get any greener, we never get out of here in time. Mehmet made a weird sound and he couldn't see what the guy in the chair next to the driver's seat was looking at. The cars behind them honked and he heard…
The Last Boy The last boy was a soft one and like everyone knew there's no room for softness in a world so cruel where the brutals reign. How to save a child who's in pain? Most of them found a way, a method not accepted but what to do if you do not even receive a lukewarm welcome? She came from far away and travelled through time to save what was left of the present world, a place so different from the past she knows. It was time to ship him, just like the albatross, to a…
The True Story - Moving House - Realism **What are you looking at father?** The old man sat in his chair in front of the window He watched the procession of people in silence. She carefully placed the samovar on the table It was old and battered A gift once received from her mother. Come on, father, have a drink He pointed outside with his cane Look at them! What a bunch of pack mules. She took a sip of the warm liquid that had little resemblance to tea She had given him the…
Her House *Is it possible to write a poem about 'her house' or at least some rhyme? Let's give it a try. I have no story in mind.* Her house Is not in the middle of the street Indeed, Her house Is at the end of the road At the end of the world Not a single soul Will pay her a visit. Could be they forgot About her Her house Is that why no one knows If she's still alive And label the house Her house For a haunted place? She died, said the postman I'm sure Her house Well, she…
Returning The ruin of the holy city hadn't changed from the moment she had left. It no longer felt like home since she'd travelled solo. Time stood still and she didn't care since there were no real humans left to ask or complain. The world that was left and she could travel by foot was her domain till the moment she found Bot. He was a forgotten prototype of what was once called a great invention. She didn't start him but he stopped hibernating as soon as she passed by. Let…
Hip Hip Hurray *It's my birthday, hip hip hurray!* She stretched and jumped out of her nest. It promised to be a great day! No good day, she roared, I'll have a great year! My year, my glory days have finally arrived, 64 human years of waiting is a long time. Time to enjoy, where is my secret agenda?She searched everywhere for the book containing the paper she had kept for a year for her special day. Had someone stolen it from her? The people of the village further away, she…
Monkey business What's up, the monkey swinging at the top of a tree asked me. He grinned and screamed to make my presence known by calling his friends who were in the middle of hide and seek. One by one they appeared swinging above my head curious why I entered their domain. Well, it is **Autumn...** **And Summer**, he said, no reason to visit the secret monkey playground. Can you climb in a tree like me and swing from top to top upside down just the way I do? I hesitated. I…
Courage From The Keyboard Who am I, you like to know Let me tell you I am the one always present who watches the backs of many Nonstop aware of what's going on For sure you have heard about me I am the key to norms and values While watching the screen I pick my fights wisely I destroy Each one of my enemies on the field I don't care About age, gender, religion or race I am the one Who never discriminates Endless I fight and defend my rights I never get tired of my search for…
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