Naranjas y manzanasLa idea llevaba, aproximadamente, un mes y medio tomando forma dentro de su cabeza, comenzaba lentamente a obsesionarse ligeramente con ella, a veces llegaba a decirse que la llevaría a cabo apenas tuviera el valor de hacerlo. No, en realidad solo requería de un poco más de determinación, era irónico pensar que requería de valor para suicidarse (para ella, al menos, era paradójico), lo que si necesitaba era…un poco de determinación.Naranjas y manzanas10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
También preparación, tenía que elegir un método adecuado e infalible, no quería sufrir demasiado dolor. Ah, y una carta, debía dejar una…pero ¿para qué?
Era vergonzoso admitir que la idea simplemente había nacido producto de un frio y suave sentimiento de soledad que se había ideo instalando lentamente hasta llenar su estado de animo de una aburrida melancolía. A su alrededor, por la calle, la gente pasaba al lado de aquella muchacha de falda a cuadros
The Old ManThe Old Man11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was a boy, my father would take me out fishing. He would say “do you know why we fish son?” I responded “no” He said “we fish so we can eat.” I asked “why?” He said “let me tell you a little story.” when I was just a boy, I went fishing every weekend. One day we went to the lake and seen an old man trying to catch fish with his bare hands… we offered him money, but he refused. He told us “it’s better to catch your meal, than to eat off someone else.” My father’s eyes were wide like the moon. This old man was neither selfish nor greedy. So what we did was give him a challenge. My father said “old man, how about this. He handed the man his best pole and a worm. My father said “if you can catch a bigger fish than me, then you can keep the pole and a bucket of worms. The old man responded “but I don
I was not MagnificentHank straddled his way into the court room alone. This was the most quiet it had ever been. It was the first time he had been back in this place since losing his case at trying to save his father. His father had no choice but to spend the next seven months in prison on a murder charge. Now his father was gone thanks to his long Cancer battle.I was not Magnificent18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sentimentally ran his hands along the pillars of the court, as if they were remnants of his life that he should never let go of. Hank was never a man who cried, or at least tried not to. But being alone in this place, he felt as though he could cry like the little baby he felt like deep inside. He gingerly made his way over to the judge's chair keeping his eyes on it with intrigue.
He then gently spun it in the opposite direction, as the chair continued to slowly circle round and round. As it spun small tears formed in Hanks' eyes and began to leak out. Then something finally occurred to him. Maybe it never was his father's fault for why his li