sili con or gotta my horn valley
con i silly
was that hill billy
trying to get my head straight
hey,you, my english teacher
said i was not the preacher
sorry, but don t worry
staying in time to have my rhyme
i´m your sorry
to teach me and have that funnier
so, my name is… look at you
got all that Huee,i`m just the King
ping ping gonna let you sting
my name is Charly Priest much better than
Bruce Springting,
does stink
Stay frosty gents and gentesses.
Prompt by https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/01/25/fffaw-week-of-january-26-2016/
He was walking down the street, staring at an emptiness of a future. Just a black hole
were the light had been transformed into darkness, were the angels had come demons.
It was his hole, his future, his misery for him to deal with until he couldn´t bear
it more and decided to strap a noose around his neck and end it once and for all
the suffering.
It was a sunny day and the rays of sun hit his pale face, he didn´t care. He walked
to the corner wich was relative a quite one, just enough time for him. He took out
the rope, he hung it over the fence and..
“Excuse me young man.” An old voice said to his back. He turned around and saw a little
old lady. He just stared at her, furious really. “Would you be so kind and get me that
sunflower over there next to the rope please? Is my daughters birthday, she is fighting
terminal cancer.” She laughed to herself, “Fighting….you can´t fight that right? But
she´s living every moment and loving life…..Sorry young man, didn´t mean to bother you.”
The young man saw she was tearing up, he grabbed a bunch of sunflowers and handed them over.
He smiled at her and said life was beautiful, it truly was. After the old lady left, he
unrolled the rope, shrugged his head and said out loud, “Am I stupid! I´m just going to loose
my job.”
Staay Frosty gents and gentesses.
Another great prompt by https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/09/23/25-september-2015/
“Get out of the car!” The police man yelled.
Richard stood still with both hands on the stirring wheel, at least a dozen guns where pointed
at him. He lit up his cigarette and inhaled deeply.
He looked at his passenger and calmly said, “time to go”.
“No,no , please don´t” The passenger screamed in despair, but it was a futile plead.
A loud bang ruptured the windows and the passenger was instantly dead.
Justice had been done, the man who had kidnapped and raped his son was now dead.
A policeman had snuck behind the car and open fire killing Richard.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
CRAZY LIFE 