In a little and calm village, the people living there, called the Circleman, lived peacefully with each other. But, there was a person who wasn't like them, his head was a square and no one dared to look at him out of horror. The villagers called him the Squareman. He was isolated in the outskirts of the village and someone was always in charge of giving him food every week. The squareman, to give his thanks, wanted to give them something he made, but before he got out of his hut, that person had already run away.
One day, it was the turn for a little boy to give him food. The kid was really curious as to how the Squareman looked like. Once he got to his hut, the square looked through a gap in his window and opened the door slowly. The kid looked at him curiously. The man he saw looked like the villagers, except for his head. The kid gave the man the food with a thooty smile and when the Squareman saw that, he was so happy he started to cry. The kid was the first one to smile at him. He invited the kid o his humble home and they started to talk.
All of a sudden, there was a loud bang on the door. The Squareman went to open the door but a villager blew it down. Outside, there where many villagers looking at him mad. They yelled at him asking for the kid since he didn't return from giving him food. The villagers dragged the Squareman outside and were about to beat him when the kid yelled them to stop. They looked bewildered a him. Everyone thought that he was killed or something like that. The kid told them that when he went to give the Squareman food, he showed him all the gifts he had made for everyone that went to give him food. Then, they started to talk and he didn't see that it was late, that's why he didn't go back home.
The villagers felt ashamed at what they had done and asked for forgiveness to the Squareman. The Squareman forgave them. To show that they really felt sorry, the villagers prepared a feast just for him and the kid, since he was the only person who saw the man for who he was, not for what he looked like. In the feast, everyone ate happily with each other.
Joe was a common dude living in England, he was always in a place loosing the most part of his time, he like a lot to loose time, but Joe was a very bad person when it means to help others, his favorite place to loose time was at the roof of his house, where he see the guillotine.
Joe was a very love in the police society, he always found the people who were guilty of murder, robbery, cheating and whatever other you could think, but it was awesome, he always found the guilty, it always look if he was there to see who did it. Joe had rare likes. . .
Joe like to see the face of the people in their last seconds, before their heads were cut, he lived alone, no one had ever see his house, he had a portrait collection of photos of people ,whose heads were cut, Joe had these terrorific collection in all the house, when he sits in his sofa , with the logs and the fire he see his tetric collection of cercenate heads. But the part that make more fun to Joe was his work he make a deal with the police, each time someone head was cut he gained a substancial amount of money, but Joe love the power and anyone knew his dark secret, each photo was a trophie, Joe commit all the crimes and acussed innocents, their faces of sorrow and horror, paying the crimes of Joe and Joe gaining money for their deads.
For anyone with common sense, Joe will look like a men who love to help the people but no one would imagine what would happen that night
. . . . . . .
In his house that night he see something weird, the portrait seem to be looking to him, that night Joe celebrate one thing , the fact that pass 1 year committing crimes and didnt pay for them. . . in those moments the portraits start to see his face with hate and anger, an anger that only a dead men can show,the portrait start felling of the great walls were they were hung, Joe start inmutating himself , he couldnt believe what was happening, all the portraits looking him with hate, but why , why to him, in his fear he run he would not want to see those faces, faces of innocents that know wnated vengance, he run to the kitchen in his moments of fear when he slip with the roller and get his head cut with the butcher knife. . .
Ironically, his neck was cut with a clean cut, exactly as the one of the guillotines, the police who see Joe dead body thougt: "why the portraits see him with so much anger? like if they want something of him "
Justice come always and for Joe it only took a litle longger . . . .
Here is a little story about the picture with the man sleeping.
Once upon a time, in a really near kingdom, ruled a man with the name of...., well, his name doesn´t matter; the king was a good man, he always cared for his people, took good care of the lands, and never abused of his power nor his authority, hee was a humble man. But one day, he was invited by the king of a far far away country, to talk about political & economic matters, as well as to play golf, because the king couldn´t end a political talk without playing golf; and so, the king went to the other land mounted in a hippopotamus, and escorted by 2 nightclub bartenders and a newspaper bo; everything was fine, until a beggar appeared from beneath the earth, and asked for a little money, the group gave the beggar 2 beers, 1 newspaper, and a sack of coins, and then left, to continue their travel; to make long story short, the group finished their quest, the two kingdoms got really wealthy because of their exchange, the king of the near kingdom, echanged both bartenders and the newspaper boy to the other kingdom because they didnt have any of them, and in exchange he recived a big "Thank you", but it didn´t mattered to the king nor his kingdom because the king got the best game of golf he had ever experienced in all his life, and thats everything that mattered to them. The end.
I know you´re asking yourself " And what does that relates to the picture?¡", well so you know, that picture relates to the story because, the beggar went to Las Vegas and used the newspaper to know about who were the best horses in the horse race, so he used the money to vet on every horse in the race and he became filthy rich because it was a draw between all the horses, seeing as all of them got to the goal at the same time,so the beggar bought one of the biggest hotels, drank both his beers, got a hang over, and then, he decided to sleep.
Shinsen-ryuu and Marco, nice stories, well made, Marco you just had little mistakes of grammar, and, well, sorry for my stupid story but I cant make anything serious if i don´t really like the situation in the picture, or at least a better kind of picture to start of.
Your stories are really good Cesar and Marco. Cesar's right, you have some grammatic errors but your story is good, in a sick way. The psychological mangas affected you a lot. As for you Cesar. Your story is really good. You putted a lot of imagination and it was funny, but next time relate more the picture with the story. Well that's all. Mine was too long~-_-
Sorry for not posting anything before but here is my story about the men in the stretcher, pd: any comment that you put is accepted and deserved
This is the tragic story of a boy from San Diego named Lawrence that was really appasionate of races. He spended most of his time in the track and wanted to be a formula #1 racer. Larry, as his friends called him, was very good when talking about races, but he was full of vices. At school he liked to skip classes, stay at the hallways, dating with more than one girl at the same time, drinking beer, smoking, yelling at teachers, bothering younger kids, resuming he was a disaster. He tought that it doesn't matter because he was in last semester of high school and after that he would be able to do anything he wanted. Since his parents died when he was a baby, he had been jumping from foster family to foster family, but after his eighteenth birthday he would be free.
At this point his life doesn't seem to be bad. The graduation day arrived and the diplomas were given, he was applaused like his classmates for his teachers and the principal, with the exception that not even his foster parents assisted to the ceremony. Anyway, after a month of vacations, Larry went to visit his friend Carlos. Carlos was a good boy but he was pressured a lot by Larry so he didn't stop obeying him. Carlos was uncle of a famous racers manager named Jordan S. Jenkins, he proposed Larry to have a contract with him for three years of representing him in official events; a month later, Larry was racing side by side of the greaters.
Larry was very happy, the check with his money arrived and he had the sufficient to rent his own appartment. That night he rented one of the most luxurious appartment in the city and he made a massive party. The next day he woke up with the hungover of his life.
The rest of the day he expended money as if it will not be a tomorrow and even cancelled his credit card since it had no more money. At noon, Jordan arrived at his appartment and congratulated Larry for the race, but he was still there to earn the money he loaned him. Obviously Larry laughed as louder as he can in front of Jordan's face, he said that over his dead body will pay him. Larry got really angry and left the building.
The next race, Larry was doing great, he was in first place, but he had to stop on pits. The mechanists fixed the racecar and he was about to return, but, silence, "Larry was shot!", everyone screamed the ambulance came to late, when they was about to take him to the hospital, he died in the stretcher. The killer was no one else than Jordan.
Jordan falsificated a will that supposedly Larry left if anyhting happened to him, all the money that he will earn with the assurance plus the sponsores and royalties was going to be for him. Larry's Funeral was the lonest funeral the burrowers haven't seen before, and Jordan is still enjoying of the money he stealed.
I wrote about the one with the squarehead
ReplyDeleteIn a little and calm village, the people living there, called the Circleman, lived peacefully with each other. But, there was a person who wasn't like them, his head was a square and no one dared to look at him out of horror. The villagers called him the Squareman. He was isolated in the outskirts of the village and someone was always in charge of giving him food every week. The squareman, to give his thanks, wanted to give them something he made, but before he got out of his hut, that person had already run away.
One day, it was the turn for a little boy to give him food. The kid was really curious as to how the Squareman looked like. Once he got to his hut, the square looked through a gap in his window and opened the door slowly. The kid looked at him curiously. The man he saw looked like the villagers, except for his head. The kid gave the man the food with a thooty smile and when the Squareman saw that, he was so happy he started to cry. The kid was the first one to smile at him. He invited the kid o his humble home and they started to talk.
All of a sudden, there was a loud bang on the door. The Squareman went to open the door but a villager blew it down. Outside, there where many villagers looking at him mad. They yelled at him asking for the kid since he didn't return from giving him food. The villagers dragged the Squareman outside and were about to beat him when the kid yelled them to stop. They looked bewildered a him. Everyone thought that he was killed or something like that. The kid told them that when he went to give the Squareman food, he showed him all the gifts he had made for everyone that went to give him food. Then, they started to talk and he didn't see that it was late, that's why he didn't go back home.
The villagers felt ashamed at what they had done and asked for forgiveness to the Squareman. The Squareman forgave them. To show that they really felt sorry, the villagers prepared a feast just for him and the kid, since he was the only person who saw the man for who he was, not for what he looked like. In the feast, everyone ate happily with each other.
The End
PICTURE # 2
ReplyDeleteDream of decapitated
Joe was a common dude living in England, he was always in a place loosing the most part of his time, he like a lot to loose time, but Joe was a very bad person when it means to help others, his favorite place to loose time was at the roof of his house, where he see the guillotine.
Joe was a very love in the police society, he always found the people who were guilty of murder, robbery, cheating and whatever other you could think, but it was awesome, he always found the guilty, it always look if he was there to see who did it. Joe had rare likes. . .
Joe like to see the face of the people in their last seconds, before their heads were cut, he lived alone, no one had ever see his house, he had a portrait collection of photos of people ,whose heads were cut, Joe had these terrorific collection in all the house, when he sits in his sofa , with the logs and the fire he see his tetric collection of cercenate heads. But the part that make more fun to Joe was his work he make a deal with the police, each time someone head was cut he gained a substancial amount of money, but Joe love the power and anyone knew his dark secret, each photo was a trophie, Joe commit all the crimes and acussed innocents, their faces of sorrow and horror, paying the crimes of Joe and Joe gaining money for their deads.
For anyone with common sense, Joe will look like a men who love to help the people but no one would imagine what would happen that night
. . . . . . .
In his house that night he see something weird, the portrait seem to be looking to him, that night Joe celebrate one thing , the fact that pass 1 year committing crimes and didnt pay for them. . . in those moments the portraits start to see his face with hate and anger, an anger that only a dead men can show,the portrait start felling of the great walls were they were hung, Joe start inmutating himself , he couldnt believe what was happening, all the portraits looking him with hate, but why , why to him, in his fear he run he would not want to see those faces, faces of innocents that know wnated vengance, he run to the kitchen in his moments of fear when he slip with the roller and get his head cut with the butcher knife. . .
Ironically, his neck was cut with a clean cut, exactly as the one of the guillotines, the police who see Joe dead body thougt:
"why the portraits see him with so much anger? like if they want something of him "
Justice come always and for Joe it only took a litle longger . . . .
Here is a little story about the picture with the man sleeping.
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time, in a really near kingdom, ruled a man with the name of...., well, his name doesn´t matter; the king was a good man, he always cared for his people, took good care of the lands, and never abused of his power nor his authority, hee was a humble man. But one day, he was invited by the king of a far far away country, to talk about political & economic matters, as well as to play golf, because the king couldn´t end a political talk without playing golf; and so, the king went to the other land mounted in a hippopotamus, and escorted by 2 nightclub bartenders and a newspaper bo; everything was fine, until a beggar appeared from beneath the earth, and asked for a little money, the group gave the beggar 2 beers, 1 newspaper, and a sack of coins, and then left, to continue their travel; to make long story short, the group finished their quest, the two kingdoms got really wealthy because of their exchange, the king of the near kingdom, echanged both bartenders and the newspaper boy to the other kingdom because they didnt have any of them, and in exchange he recived a big "Thank you", but it didn´t mattered to the king nor his kingdom because the king got the best game of golf he had ever experienced in all his life, and thats everything that mattered to them. The end.
I know you´re asking yourself " And what does that relates to the picture?¡", well so you know, that picture relates to the story because, the beggar went to Las Vegas and used the newspaper to know about who were the best horses in the horse race, so he used the money to vet on every horse in the race and he became filthy rich because it was a draw between all the horses, seeing as all of them got to the goal at the same time,so the beggar bought one of the biggest hotels, drank both his beers, got a hang over, and then, he decided to sleep.
Shinsen-ryuu and Marco, nice stories, well made, Marco you just had little mistakes of grammar, and, well, sorry for my stupid story but I cant make anything serious if i don´t really like the situation in the picture, or at least a better kind of picture to start of.
ReplyDeleteYour stories are really good Cesar and Marco.
ReplyDeleteCesar's right, you have some grammatic errors but your story is good, in a sick way. The psychological mangas affected you a lot.
As for you Cesar. Your story is really good. You putted a lot of imagination and it was funny, but next time relate more the picture with the story. Well that's all.
Mine was too long~-_-
Sorry for not posting anything before but here is my story about the men in the stretcher,
ReplyDeletepd: any comment that you put is accepted and deserved
This is the tragic story of a boy from San Diego named Lawrence that was really appasionate of races. He spended most of his time in the track and wanted to be a formula #1 racer. Larry, as his friends called him, was very good when talking about races, but he was full of vices. At school he liked to skip classes, stay at the hallways, dating with more than one girl at the same time, drinking beer, smoking, yelling at teachers, bothering younger kids, resuming he was a disaster. He tought that it doesn't matter because he was in last semester of high school and after that he would be able to do anything he wanted. Since his parents died when he was a baby, he had been jumping from foster family to foster family, but after his eighteenth birthday he would be free.
At this point his life doesn't seem to be bad. The graduation day arrived and the diplomas were given, he was applaused like his classmates for his teachers and the principal, with the exception that not even his foster parents assisted to the ceremony. Anyway, after a month of vacations, Larry went to visit his friend Carlos. Carlos was a good boy but he was pressured a lot by Larry so he didn't stop obeying him. Carlos was uncle of a famous racers manager named Jordan S. Jenkins, he proposed Larry to have a contract with him for three years of representing him in official events; a month later, Larry was racing side by side of the greaters.
Larry was very happy, the check with his money arrived and he had the sufficient to rent his own appartment. That night he rented one of the most luxurious appartment in the city and he made a massive party. The next day he woke up with the hungover of his life.
The rest of the day he expended money as if it will not be a tomorrow and even cancelled his credit card since it had no more money. At noon, Jordan arrived at his appartment and congratulated Larry for the race, but he was still there to earn the money he loaned him. Obviously Larry laughed as louder as he can in front of Jordan's face, he said that over his dead body will pay him. Larry got really angry and left the building.
The next race, Larry was doing great, he was in first place, but he had to stop on pits. The mechanists fixed the racecar and he was about to return, but, silence, "Larry was shot!", everyone screamed the ambulance came to late, when they was about to take him to the hospital, he died in the stretcher. The killer was no one else than Jordan.
Jordan falsificated a will that supposedly Larry left if anyhting happened to him, all the money that he will earn with the assurance plus the sponsores and royalties was going to be for him. Larry's Funeral was the lonest funeral the burrowers haven't seen before, and Jordan is still enjoying of the money he stealed.