Miranda and her son-in-law went to buy Christmas gifts. They bought plenty of things for the baby girl Paula’s pregnant daughter, Silvia, was expecting. They had left the shop and were going to the car when Miranda slipped on the ice and fell on top of him. She kissed him. Related articles A 50-Word Story a … Continue reading A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away #78

When the satyr came, drunk, roaring like a lion, the whores dashed to their chambers. Lying on her cot, trembling Vanessa prayed it would not be her turn. She heard footsteps approaching. She stared at the curtains. They moved. She closed her eyes. The girl in the next chamber screamed.

‘Which is more beautiful, a blonde, a brunette, or a redhead?’ asked the novice. The wise hermit pondered. ‘It depends on the curve of the eyebrows, and the multitude of the eyelashes, and the tip of the nose, and the smoothness of the cheeks, and the pout of the lips.’