Wake Up Kitty

If you like to know how to make Charles mad read on! Read  part 4    HERE  if you like to read the part before this one first (written by wakeupkitty/KittyWU). Upset Talking about guts, Charles murmured. Should he get out of the bathtub? He only been in it for a very short time, he could never be clean yet. In the meanwhile the knocking at his front door continued and so did the shouting. If I use a towel it will not be clean any longer. I can't do that, Charles said to himself. He heard the sound of broken glass and the guy outside kept banging at his front door. Furious, shocked and afraid at the same time Charles walked, naked, downstairs. The egg yolk dripped all over his face. He felt his heartbeat. Charles is not a hero at all, unless he is angry. Very angry... like now! Again his ritual has been disturbed, there is glass everywhere and he would be upset for the rest of the day. This picture is a pixabay.com picture. I amm a #mobileblogger. ...

Stories: Over een kleine Krijger (For the English version of "A tale about a little warrior" please do scroll down. This #turbotale been published at Steemit first). Dit #turbosprookje over een kleine #krijger is een #vertaling van mijn Engelse versie op #Steemit, een #vrijschrijven van 5 minuten met het steekwoord "hotel". De Engelse versie staat onder de Nederlandse. Ik ben een #mobieleblogger en op Steemit is dat heel normaal er zijn minstens 2 apps die dat makkelijk maken. Stories: Over een krijger en hagedis Wat er eerst gebeurde... Lees meer De hagedis was blij dat de kleine krijger weg was. Het enige wat hij wilde was in zijn grot blijven, niet gestoord worden door indringers die dachten dat zijn grot een gratis hotel was. De krijger was blij dat hij nog kon kruipen, hoewel de splinter nog in zijn nek stak en zijn hoofd bonkte. "Slang", schreeuwde hij, "alsjeblieft help mij! Ze zeggen dat...

No! It wasn't me. I do not drink. Only empty bottles? That's what you see? Nope, that wasn't me! Honest. It wasn't me. I drink with care. I always start late. I wait till after High Tea. Honestly, that's me! Sure. It wasn't me. It's my twin brother. He has no limit. He does drink for three. For sure, it wasn't me! Trust. It wasn't me. I am not addicted, no alcoholic. I can let it be. Trust me, it wasn't me. Tasting. It wasn't me. I don't drink! Alcohol in a beker? I'm just sipping my tea. That wasn't me! Testing, trying, toasting, cheerin', beer, wine, vodka, gin. Excuses big, Excuses small, It was me who heard them all! This picture is a pixabay.com pic. I am a  #mobileblogger , I write all my content with my smartphone. This post was my entry for a #freewrite contest at #Steemit and been poster there.

Believe it or not but... I am not a robot. I hate all these sites where I have to wait and click or have to find the right pictures to tell (a robot) I am not a robot If your internet connection sucks you are and always be a robot, your password is not right, your account is not recognized or gone, you are no longer welcome to visit more and more sites. Including your own health accounts at the doctor his office, the hospital, your health insurances and other insurances. Is this the customer service nowadays? It is very hard for me to believe companies do not know about the world-wide-bad- providers-and-far-of-steady-internet-connection-issues. Internet is forced through the throat, but the capacity to deliver what is advertised sucks already for at least 20 years as well. How can these providers get away with it? How is is possible all paperwork we have to do ourselfs (banking for example) and we even pay twice or three times the price for it? I do believe that "I am ...

Except for stories I also love to watch films, just like my brother. We kill a lot of time with it. Most of the time my brother is telling me what film we will watch together next. This time it's different. Since he still has so many films to watch he says I should watch some by my self starting with: The house of the devil . Samantha is a student. Since she needs 400 dollar to pay the rent for her new home, she is responding on an ad: Babysitter needed . Her best friend takes her over to the address and will pick her up later. There isn't really a babysitter wanted but a "sitter" for the old mom, who is upstairs in her room. Samantha is not allowed to go over there or meet her, since mom likes to be on her own. (You wonder why there is a sitter needed at all) . Samantha decides to stay since she will be payed very well for just hanging around in the living for an evening (she can pay her rent from it a normal thinking person would start thinking!) . Samanth...