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Eddie caught a fish for a little supper. When he got home, aching and tired from a day’s work, his angry wife scolded him, and requested him to throw it back into the lake. So they went together to the lake and pushed his wife into the water.
By Swiss students
Beauty Sleep
“What are you doing in the bed?”
“Getting my beauty sleep.”
“Get up!”
“Just five more minutes, I’m tired.”
“No!”
“Please?”
“Get out of the bed now!”
“Why? It’s my bed and I want to stay!”
“Madam, please! You can only sleep in it after its taken from the shop!”
By The Dreamer
To Assume Makes An Ass Out of Me
What could the stranger want? He didn’t look like a thief,so why was he chasing me?
I ran even faster before hearing a shout behind me.
I decided to stop and face this threat head on.
“What do you want?” I demanded angrily.
“Your fly is down.”
“Oh…”
By The Dreamer
Cruel Irony
He was afraid of the dark his whole life, going to great lengths to keep it away.
He always slept with bright lights and countless torches ready,just in case.
But then something happened that forced him to face his fears.
Now, he is no longer afraid, just blind.
By The Dreamer
In The End
In the last moments before I died,I looked around at my loved ones and wandered what I could say to them.
Not to worry? That would be pointless.
That it was alright? That would be a lie.
Words of love? They already knew.
There was only one word.
“Goodbye.”
By The Dreamer
What NOT To Say
“You think I’m prettier than my sister?”]
“Definitely!”
“Why? Don’t you think she’s attractive?”
“I do!”
“What?!”
“I meant no!”
“Tell me the truth!”
“Ok…she is prettier but only because she’s younger.It’s not your fault you’re old!”
Those were the last words he ever said.
By The Dreamer
The Rain
It seemed that whenever he was happy, it rained. Or perhaps he was happy because it rained. He loved the sound of the rain, the smell and the way it felt. It was so peaceful, so beautiful. It’s true what they say, God is in the rain.
By Nipun
I’m Not Sure Anymore
Yes I was there. I saw them leave and it angered me. I loved her but she took me for granted. That’s life… How many years do I get for confessing? The Death penalty?…
At least I’ll see her again. She’s my wife. She committed adultery so she’ll be there too!
By Monarch
Magic
The mystic, birthing what had been conceived in the roots of her thick locks, bobbed his head accordingly. Watching her, yearning knowledge of the secret behind embracing spirit music, Ndichabaiwa,through the grey that hung in the dimly lit room, heard a carressing whisper tell him, ” its magic…”
By Chaka
Goodbye
“Will I ever see you again?”
“Probably not.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this. I can help you.”
“I don’t need help. I need to get away. I’m suffocating here.”
“We will meet again, if not here, then…”
…
“Until then, I hope you have the time of your life.”
By Nipun
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