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. ...

"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...

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...

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...

I finally made it. I became my own storyteller after all these years. This year I wrote and rewrote over 160 fairy tales and folk tales. They are, just, like all fairy tales once were, not always ending with a "they live happily ever after". A part of my fairy tales are based on real people. Not great people but jerks. Why? Because they teach us that lesson we all need. Those lessons, to remember what is not good for us, what makes us feel miserable. The lesson our life will not change if we don't change. I can tell you my life did change in the past years and it will continue changing , no matter how hard people try to make me shut up (isn't it great there is Steemit, a place everything you write is on the blockchain forever?). You will find me there, also on wordpress and Yoo.rs . Might be nobody cares, but remember KittyWU does and keeps waking you up.

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...

Everybody has a name. My name is Kitty. Jerky gave it to me. I wished him good night and said his name wrong... twice. Are you Kitty, he asked me? My brother found it very funny. So since that moment I am Kitty! Jerky was married 3 times before and I should be the lucky Mrs Jerky the 4th! Are you ready to travel a lot, he asked. Sure, I love traveling! Actually I planned to leave with my brother to the beaches of Australia... after we bought (a piece) of Switzerland and our own lilac Milka cows! My life is perfect, the only thing missing in it is my own private story teller. I love stories.