Prose: Called

The fast-fast running, from all available powers. He must escape – he can do no other.

And so you are reading these lines… an accident? And how many there were at all in your life?

“Hello, hullo, ladies and gentlemen, misters and sisters! We are glad to… Heck, I’m going to think and speak like I am a foreigner with such a speed!

“Yes?” my snow-white Guardian Angel turned to me and smiled warmly. “Have you called for me?”

Highly respected weapon-bearers, weapon-forgers, weapon-lovers, and weapon-users!

He triumphed. He was in seventh heaven. She loves him! Loves!

He triumphed. He was in seventh heaven. She loves him! Loves!

“Mummy, mummy, look, it’s the shop I have told you about! Let’s go there and you buy me that big transformer that I have asked, ok?”

Once upon a time, the Fool was traveling by a long journey of life, carrying on his hunched back a backpack which was filled with Nonsense.

Charity… what a tempting word! Creation of good deeds in the name of the neighbor and the distant one in favor of him.