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...

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...

This is the story of Charles a Dutch guy, a daddy exactly and much more.. Are Charles' adventures real or? This ia a series of 18 turbo-tales. A smartass "That smell is terrible', the cat meowed. Her yellow eyes looked at Charles reprovingly, "you stink!" She stretched herself, jumped out of the open window and disappeared into the direction of the neighbours. Charles stepped into the tub, did put a beaten egg on his hair. Egg is great for hair, is what he lately read in a ladies magazine. He did not have much hair, but thanks to the egg that problem would be solved soon. The water still looks clean to me, Charles thought , you know what? I will wash my laundry in it as well. No waste! It will save water and electricity for sure. Every piece of dirty laundry he did put into the bathtub. "What a smartass I am", he said. As he closed the bathroom door, someone was knocking on his front door. Soft at first than louder... ...

What can I tell you about Charles? He is created, a daddy exactly with anxiety and more. Might be we all recognize something in him, might be he lives in a #dreamworld (or if it comes to him) scary world. A world he doesn't understand . My writing partner #EnriqueDutch and I decided to write about Charles' life in turn. He started part 1 of Charles' adventures before Easter 2017 , I wrote the next part. Simply started where his story did end. Charles' adventures are originally Dutch and been translated. A part of the stories of this series of 18 were entrees for #writingcontests as well. Each part is a #turbotale. The search for eggs "Great yellow colour", Charles thought. The cat glazed at him. Her eyes were yellow. "You stay" , Charles said, "you fit in to Easter." "You're wearing your underpants insid e out", the cat meowed. She looked at the yellow underpants with disgust. "Time to search for th...

To those who have a lack of time, love to read fairy tales, this turbo tale is for you (voor Nederlands  zie hier ). Seven. Seven goats. Left home alone. Seven times bad luck. Mom's gone such a shame. The house is a big mess. Who made the anonymous phonecall to CPS? There is not even a piece of bread. One goat locked in the clock like a dog. Mr. Wolf appears, mom gets home the seven are... gone. The poem above is called an e.d.i.t. The turbo tale is based on my fairy tale: "The wolf and the seven..." (there is only a Dutch versi on). Note:  Mr. Wolf is an employee for CPS, finds the goats home alone. Mama goat left (she is out, wants some me-time as well). Back home she f ound her house empty.