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 ...

"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...

"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...

Een #turboverhaaltje over kleine, #beroemde #kereltjes en #sprookjesfiguren van 140 woorden. Zeg meer met minder (woorden). Onwijs mannetje. Er was eens een mannetje dat was niet wijs Hij pakte zijn koffer en ging op zeereis En wat geen mens zegt en ik ook niet weet Is hoe dat mannetje nu eigenlijk heet. Was hij van Nelles Piggelmee of Dick Laans Pinkeltje misschien? De kleine Prins van Antoine de Saint-Exupéry of David de kabouter van Rien? Was hij het mannetje op de maan of in de radio, Een elf, een kobold of een dwerg ofzo? Was het kleine Tom die net als Duimelijn In een walnootdop sliep en ridder wilde zijn? Ik zou het zeggen als ik dat kon, Was het soms Nils Holgorsson? Ik peins mij suf, geen mens blijkt 't te weten En eerlijk is eerlijk, ik ben zijn naam vergeten. Een ster in gezichten en namen ben ik niet, Dus als het jou te binnen schiet... Dit verhaal deed mee aan de schrijfuitdaging van: FrutselenindeMarge (140w juli zeester ht...

(My entree to a #writingcontest, I had to use the w ord work . It is a #turbotale and counts exactly 10 0 words.) #monday100 - I do work! OMG! I forgot, I ain't hot. I ain't a jerk, I am just at work! I won't complain, I fit I am secure, fast, I'm it! I am attached to it and with. I know for sure you need me, right? I'm very productive, efficient, day and night! I'm what you see and have nothing to hide. I won't complain about you nor work, as it. I won't get tired, sick, a work alcoholic. I know, all I know, is work. I know I ain't the jerk. I know I ain't hot. I am a... robot! I work. work I... @writingcontests has writingcontests 4 times a week. Fellow writers you might like to join a contest too? How about a turbo tale of 100 words on Mondays?