Years passed and the little rose grew to monumental size, thrice larger than a baobab. At first the prince was worried, but then one day he found among the petals a naked rosy princess, and her name was Rose... The sheep attended the wedding. The little planet was soon peopled. I was so impressed by … Continue reading 50-Word Stories Special: The Little Prince and His Fancy Red Rose – Last Part
If each of us knew the date of our death many years in advance, wouldn’t we live more effectively, stop wasting time on trifles, and pursue our dreams like greyhounds pursue game? I think we would, which is why I’ve just written on a sticky note 19,710, the number of days I estimated to have … Continue reading Would We Be Happier If We Knew the Date of Our Death?
The little prince’s rusty sprinkling can was empty. His planet suffered a terrible drought. His rose was withered in the flower pot he had put her in. Gazing at his dying rose, the little prince wept. Three or four of his sugary tears fell into the pot, watering the rose... I was so impressed by … Continue reading 50-Word Stories Special: The Little Prince and His Fancy Red Rose – Part Two
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