Wake Up Kitty

Stories: Over een gebroken krijger De verhalen "Over een #krijger" is een serie korte #verhalen waarvan de Engelse versie meedoet aan het dagelijkse #vrij-schrijven in 5 minuten op #Steemit. De Nederlandse vertaling is gemaakt voor #yoors. Stories: Over een krijger met pijn Wat er hiervoor gebeurde... Lees meer "Ik ben kapot", zei de krijger, "ik wil dood."  "Waar heeft hij het over", zei het kleine wezen, "het is niet het einde van de wereld, ik hielp hem in nood." "Hij is beslist niet dankbaar", zei de vogel.  "Ik kreeg die nare splinter er uit met gegoochel".  "Ik zei het toch", zei de kleine aap, "hij moet medicijn."  "Kan", zei de slang, "al denk ik dat wat hem dwars zit eerder de zonde zal zijn."  De krijger deed zijn ogen open, slechts voor een tel.  De wijze slang zag er grote angst in, hij wist het wel.  Hij ...

Help? Hear, hear! His horrible history! Huge hope he had. Here he hunted her. Hurried, hunting her himself. Hoped he had her. However, he hated her hat. He had hope. He hoped hard. He haunted her! Hungry hunted, hopefully hoped... He hadn't hope, Hope had him! This picture is a #pixabay.com pic. Note: I am a #mobilblogger I write all my content with my #smartphone. This #poem is at # WEKU and #wordpress as well. November 17, 2018

"I hate sweating", the Ice troll said, "I am melting. All that heat is unhealthy for me." He was hiding in my big shopping bag. I could only agree with him. I hate sweating too, same with the smelly people around me, standing way too close to me in this old bus. It is mainly why I hate busses too and I prefer to use my own car. Since we had to leave my car behind, there was no other way to take that troll back to where it belongs, belongs according to me. It did bother and annoyed me long enough, even fooled me by pretending it was a gnome! Well it did not turn out to be very helpful, on the contrary. I really had it with him, his jealousy and never ending so called love for me ruined my life. If it wouldn't be so pathetic (or someone else) I would have laughed out loud or even wrote a story about him. Now I was just mad. My car was set on fire thanks to a fake gnome in my trunk and it's "set-her-car-on-fire helper"! Hot, sweating o...

The more tales you read the more similarity you will find. I read a lot of tales and still am. It's a pity that also the fairy tales change. They are told much shorter, with less details nowadays. The German brothers Grimm wrote down over 200 fairy tales. One of them is: One eye, two eye and three eye. I liked it as I was about 7-8 years old. Mostly because I was fascinated because of the eyes. Imagine you have only 1 eye in the centre of your face or 3 eyes... all people stare at you.. and the only place you are save is at home! The meaning of this story (is there a lesson to learn?) is unclear to me. Who knows you can open my eyes. One-eye, two-eyes, and three-eyes T here was once a woman who had three daughters, the eldest of whom was called One-eye, because she had only one eye in the middle of her forehead, and the second, Two-eyes, because she had two eyes like other folks, and the youngest, Three-eyes, because she had three eyes; and her t...