That guy, he was always asking for money. On the same street he was always there, from dusk till dawn, I could not stand it. As I arrived every day to work, he was there, scaring clients away, always asking for money. What a guy! The situation was really bad, and there he was asking for any change anyone could spare. He knew I was always keeping an eye on him, but he pretended not to notice, and this was what got me the most. One day the police was patrolling the area, and soon I hid behind a door to see what happened. They took him away. At last!

Everything seemed to be hurried, most people were rushing and knew what they were doing. Across what appeared to be the backstage of the main hall, other two stood motionless and clueless. Like me. The plump monk came back to us and indicated that we drop our stuff in the…

Brother Didier, the Cistercian monk who acted as head hospitaler at the abbey and who had a round complexion, asked me to sort the music for that days lunch. …

As I laid on my bed, I couldn’t help to notice the speed to which my mind was rushing. Tons and tons of thoughts per second that couldn’t let me sleep. And then I started breathing and in no time I was deep a sleep. Sounds easy right? …

These are a series of short stories I published a while back when my antics were high. In this short story, I reveal the intimate life of Gas couples with an excerpt of their daily ocurrences. Mr. and Mrs. Gas lived at a perfectly pressurized, cozy and french style house…

These are a series of short stories I published a while back when my antics were high. You met U and U met You. They both knew they were almost identical, but also were aware that there was something, a little something, that made them a bit different. So You went on with his life and U went about with hers. They met every now and then, but never could figure what it was that made them. U started to like You, and You liked U. And so they came together under the same roof. You and U.

Startups have been here and there since the advent of civilization, I mean, no we didn’t call them startups back then, more like “wahumis”, but you get the jest. …