Wake Up Kitty

"What is he talking about", the monkey asked. They all gathered around the little warrior who was talking in his sleep. "Something about some person who  rose out of something... a cave", the bird said. " Pedals ", the little monkey said, "I think he stole a bike." "It's all about the shit he did", the snake said, "I doubt he is a warrior at all. He looks like a trouble maker to me. So let's get that splinter out of him so he can go back to where he came from, as soon as possible. As a door mat he won't last long plus he attracts flies." The little monkey gave it a try, but there was not much hold on the splinter. The big bird picked at it, but it did not do any good either. "Better ask someone else", the snake said, he whispered some words and a second bird arrived with a small creature on it's back. "Sorry we have to disturb you", the snake said. It's tail pointed at the warrio...

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. ...

The little warrior went closer, bent forward, showed his neck. "Interesting", the snake said," I doubt the lizard shot at you and I have doubts too if  saving  you is a good thing to do. We already have plenty of liars around here." He thought it might be wiser to answer instead of keeping his mouth shut and think. The snake was able to read his mind and his thoughts were seldom friendly. "Sorry I lied about being shot", the warrior said," I tried to get into the lizard cave, but it was not as simple as I thought, I did not fit in. I got stuck, the splinter took me by surprise and after that the lizard did beat me out of it with a piece of wood. It did not really hurt, but the splinter does." "Well it is out of my hands," the snake said," as you see I have no hands of my own, I believe it is better to ask someone else to give you a hand. The lizard for example or the little monkey. If it stays in there you will seriously get...

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...

"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... ...

Charles' adventures are originally Dutch and have been translated. The parts are written in turn by EnriqueDutch and wakeupkitty (KittyWU). This part was written by Enrique Dutch. See for part 1  HERE  and part 2  HERE Tuesday morning As Charles woke up on Tuesday morning he thought about the disaster named Easter. He walked through the bathroom door. There it was, his yellow underpants with egg allover in the laundry basket. The overwhelming smell of rotten eggs mixed up with the aroma of his underpants turned his stomach up side down, made him gag and run to the toilet. At the same moment he arrived the gagging stopped. Where is the cat, he asked himself. Usually Magda was always in the hallway. Charles walked to his wardrobe for some clean underpants. His clothes and towels were sorted by colour. To his opinion it was his right to take a bath, after the mandatory Sundays, again. He pulled the closet door open and there she was. Magda tried, in vain, to hid...

No need to see him, already the thought of gave stress. Daily she passed by. Nobody could stand him. He was disgusting. Literally shit outside into every neighbour's garden. The garden shitty head gnome proved it. "Excuse me", a voice said,"it would be great if you could help us out. We've had it with that disgusting human being nearly shitting at every gnome by now!" She wasn't surprised. No need to ask who or what. It was also clear who was talking. The gnome! Thanks God he cleaned himself up. "We need a driver. He needs to leave! We made a plan, moving him out of the country, dumping him at some big cat litter, some desert. How we get him over there?" The more the gnome talked, the more interest she showed. The earthman his temperature was clearly high, his skin colour turned red. "I have been thinking about drowning him in the old well or driving him up to Transylvania... but what if he becomes the "Shitty Vampir...

Charles' adventures - part 1: Easter 2018 (De Nederlandse versie van "De avonturen van Kees" kun je hier lezen.) Wednesday evening Charles went into the tub. Ready for Holy Thursday whatever that may be. Since Charles is a daddy exactly he decided to search for holy stuff on Thursday. He dressed up in white. I look spooky, he thought, but the sugar is white. It was the same for the kitchenfloor and the tablecloth. The clouds outside were white, they did not look like sheep, but like little ghosts. They were completely white. Now he knew. Holy Thursday was named after a spirit, a ghost and ghosts are white. Good Friday Charles spent searching for good. The weather was fine, it did not rain and it was not cold outside. So that was good. He checked out his bank ballance which turned out to be good too. Easter everything should be yellow. Charles was not only a daddy exactly but also grubby. The white underpants he wear at Holy Thursday was yellow by now. E...