You wanted to climb his tree; the most difficult of all. Risking to fall and destroy yourself a bit.
But then you fell on his precipice and your heart brokes in pieces. Some heal, other persist in that desert place.
It is only the begging. The begging to a sad beat, crying among the roots of that tree, poor living thing. And… from your tears appeared a flower. Turned out to be a yellow violet.
Pseudònim: Unknown
I waited for my victim in their house , I sit down in a shadowy corner spending time reading my book called : Last halloween .
I heard the key entering the lock of the door 10 i closed the book and placed it next to me . A strong smell of drugs hit my nose , so i slid up my black metallic bunny mask and breathed my own air .
The person was with a few girls , they where walking in dumsily , stepping everywhere and stomping into walls and tables .
I turned on the light was next to me and they looked at me , they where for have high as hell with alcohol and drugs , and they laughed , a girl stepping on the man’s foot , he got angry and he ht her hand on her face , making her look away and fall back from the inpact .
My blood boiled in rage at the sight , i opened my jaked and hold a little knife with my left hand i threw it at the man’s leg and he cryed out in pain , I walked calmly to him and plunged it deep into his stomach
Pseudònim: DM
Despite the fact that the room was packed with Police officers and a group of detectives, all of them were looking at the same spot, an old-fashioned wooden chair which was blood splattered.
There was no body at the crime scene, and all the blood was on that chair, if it wasn’t because of it, the room would be like any single unemployed person’s dormitory on a Saturday night, with a disorder that was about to be erased.
After I talked at length with the single witness we had, all I knew was that there was a quiet night when a loud scream woke up our witness, when she ran to the door it was locked, after a few minutes of knocking the door, the door opened slowly and nothing was there.
All the clues were pointing to our witness but the cameras outside the room showed that the alibi that she told us was correct. I was, in front of a perfect crime that won’t be solved in my entire life.
Pseudònim: The Inspector
Many days ago, in the world war, one woman called Nuria, had to marry a man that she didn’t know anything about. The reason why, was that she was in love with another woman, who’s name was Sara.
The parent of Nuria sensed that she was in love with her friend Sara. Then they prepared the wedding and told her the news. She was confused and angry, because she thought that marriage was a very important thing to do when you are in love with the other person; and this wasn’t the case.
At night, she escaped to Sara’s home to explain the problem that they had. Nuria ended the explanation and Sara immediately proposed that they had to go you her summer house, but firstly they had to get money from their bank.
Then they went, but when they arrived the house has destroyed. Finally Sara en Nuria went to a hotel to stay for many days and the summer house of Sara was reformed for future stays.
Pseudònim: Reichel James
Last month I met with my friends to go to the cinema.One of them wear black clothes and we decided that she had to change her outfit each of us brought two differents outfits and it was proved.
When I arrived at my friends house she was wearing black again! We decided to change her clothes.We choose different colours and high platform shoes.She choose my clothes, consisting of white t-shirt with navy blue stripes and blue jeans. Later we went to cinema walking to a film.The film name Green Book had won recently an Oscar. We laughed a lot.It was a very entertaining afternoon.After saw the film her father came to find us.When we arrived at her house we are tired and she didn’t want to change.She returned my next day.And surprise! She was wearing black clothes again.
Pseudònim: JS
It all started in a cold night. Jan was walking down the street. He looked at the sky and he saw a plane. One of the engines of the plane was on fire and Jan worried very much.
He knew that his father was taking a plane that night so the first thing that he did was to call his mother.
His mother didn’t answer him and while he was thinking about what could happen a loud noise sounded.The plane crashed 100 meters away from his position. He went to look at it. Nobody was there so he thought he could get closer to the plane.
When he was near the aircraft, he started crying because he saw his father in.
He laid down on the floor and he slept there. When he woke up he saw his father preparing breakfast, in this moment he started to cry and he hugged him. Everything was a dream but while he was hugging him a nuclear bomb obliterated in his house.
Pseudònim: The Usk
Dear Mother, several days have passed, rather months since the Civil War broke out. Counting the men that I have around me, we must already be about two hundred volunteers belonging to the International Brigades. I am currently in Madrid, under the command of Colonel Vicente Rojo. That bearded man who was such a friend of Father and now, still being an English soldier, has me as his right hand man. As for the war development, the National troops do not stop sowing fear wherever they arrive. Those faithful to the Republic are optimists, but Mother, I am afraid. I am afraid of having made the wrong decision, and like my Father, dying in a war that is not ours.
Someone is knocking on the door; I must leave you. Benedict
Pseudònim: Dubrovnik
It was a dark and stormy night.
Two boys, Kevin and Bryan, were walking in the forest with their bicycles when it started to rain. They ran to the nearest house to find shelter. They knocked on the door “Knock, Knock, Knock” and the door opened. But there was on one there. They entered the house and turned on the light, they saw photographs of a scary clown on the wall. “Who is it?” asked Bryan, “Where are we?” said Kevin. Suddenly they saw the shadow of a man coming closer and closer. Bryan and Kevin were very scared and started to shake. A clown with an ugly face jumped out.
“AAARRHH!!!” the boys screamed. “What are you doing in my house?” shouted the clown. ” If you enter my house, you never leave!” the boys ran out of the house screaming. The clown chased them through the forest. He caught the boys and they were never seen again…
Pseudònim: Eleven
It was a stormy night when, suddenly, a lightning bolt crashed into the city bank. The impact made the wall of the money reserve explode and all the pieces started to fly for the street.
People realised very quickly because of the noise from the explosion and they went to take as much money as they could.
However, five minutes later the police arrived and started shooting all the poor innocents that were taking money; just because they thought that they were the one who broke the wall of the bank to take the money.
Pseudònim: Margalpar
Timothy lowered his newspaper. The sun was setting over the mountains and the sky was ablaze with numerous shades of red. The scent of jasmine filled the air and all around was silence except for the intermittent chirping of the crickets camouflaged in the freshly cut lawn. He curled his thick, hairy fingers round an icy glass of beer and took a long swallow, trying hard not to slurp. Sneaking a glance at the heavy gold watch on his wrist, he decided it must be almost eight o`clock. She should be here any minute now. He heard the gate open at the bottom of the garden and soon he could see her approaching, teetering a little on her high heels. When she reached him, he took her hairy hand in his and with the other, he snapped his fingers loudly, summoning Carlos, the human in the kitchen, to bring them some appetizers.
Pseudònim: MOD