By Iza Deleanu
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My name is now Charlie and I am a refugee from Eastern Europe. I left my country before the communism curtain went down. Most of the time I travelled illegally and under the imminent scare that I will be caught and brought back. After 20 days of running, hiding and hitching odds rides I finally reached, what at that time was western Germany. Between you and me, Germany was the Eldorado for anyone that was running from a communist country.
I was immediately caught up by the Polizei. They put me in quarantine. Man, I am not a carrier of anything, maybe just of hunger. Why are you keeping me closed in this room? I didn’t risk my life for this! If you don’t want me here, let me go!
Sir, this is for your safety! Sit there and shut up!
One fat polizei ask me how I escaped the regime.
I said: I got a swim for it! I cross the Danube River and landed in Hungary and from there I just run… travel by night, hide during the day.
Aha, that explains it! We are sorry to inform you, but you caught pneumonia and is too late for any treatment….
Man, what a stupid way to die in the West! I will enter in history as the idiot that escape communism but was caught up by… pneumonia!
| Author Notes | This is chapter 1 from the contest Twenty ways to die. All my stories will at the west from different perspectives and will bring up silly ways to die. As always thank you for reading and for your patience with my style. |
By Iza Deleanu
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She was the life was the party, always wanting to run into the next extreme thing. Her name was Joana, that loved to smoke marijuana and jump up to the skies.
One day she decided to explore the red desert hidden in Colorado Canyon. The moment she arrived she expected for the desert to open to her magic as the Red Sea. So, she waited and waited and nothing! Under the torrid sun one minutes seems infinite. She had no water with her and no food, the only thing she had was some weed. She though to herself I am too sober, and the Red doesn’t like it. Let’s weed-it up!
She rolled up a joint and start puffing: chu-chu train, yu-hu-hu and a bottle of rum… will be nice with some ice! As she was on cloud nine, she decided to dance thinking The Red would like that and will bless her and the ground with some shade or something.
Accidently she tumbled over a bush and that was the end of her story. She felt being lifted towards the sky and covered by a fuzy cushion laying along her body. She mumbled Hello Snakie, stop shaking and no rattle that thing on me. What a stupid away to die alone in the sun and snaked up!
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Suzie, of course is short from Suzanne. She is s what you call a stiff. Suzie is obsessed with germs and all kind of “sneezes”; and since the BIG SNEEZE visits us every year she decided to play it safe.
Now she works from home and the only contact she has with the outside world is the delivery guy. What have you thought that she will live in the wilderness? No, Sir! Suzie likes the comfort of her home and all the modern gadgets and cool stuff that you can buy on-line.
She doesn’t have to go outside, click and the food comes, click -supplies, click-shoes, click, click, click. Suzie is so lucky that she lives in a place where the clicks are available. If she was in North Korea, that will be a different story, or maybe not. Maybe the Big Sneeze doesn’t touch North Korea too cold and bossy!
Suzie dreamt to live forever, away from the crazy and infested world. She was living by herself and zero contact with the outside world of course with the exception of the delivery guys and the virtual world.
One day one of the delivery guys start sneezing in front of her. Terrified she asked him to drop the stuff in front of the door and go. She said that will e-transfer the tip. As soon as she closed the door she starts spraying frenetically aerosol with antibacterial vapor. This gadget, which was in experimental phase of course, it cost her a fortune on the black market, it better work now!
Panicking she starts swearing. So much for my state of art house. Only one sneeze and I am crumbling like a domino! Please, God, please, let it be one of those “Bless You” type, and not the mother fortune China type! Shall I call 911? No! The hospital is full of those germs and sick people, let me click and see what I can find.
Of course, the first article she lay her eyes on was about this virus – of course – from China with love. Suddenly she starts sneezing and coughing, the panic was so big that she just crumbled being one click away from the Salvation.
They found her after a week – because she has not left the house for more than 10 years, her immune system was too weak to support the stress. The cause of death – heart attack! Suzie felt so sneezed out! She felt cheated. Lord, how can I die of a stupid heart attack!
| Author Notes | This chapter 2 from the contest Twenty ways to die. So far "I killed three people, seventeen left to go". As always thank you for your patience and for reading. Please if there are grammar mistakes, point them out:) |
By Iza Deleanu
They loved to travel as a pack, one for all and all for one. This year the families chose a different experience, one a little bit out of the way of the luxurious style that they have been treated themselves for the past year. They said that they wanted to feel the real-life, so they went for a cruise around the shores of the African continent. Five pairs formed the pack: ten people in total with no kids attached.
All was well at the beginning, good food and good drinks, but as soon as they put behind that top-liner cruise ship and transferred to a local line, all changed. The quality of their package went down the drainer. The pack starts to see strange foods in their plates, and the drinks were kind of unlabelled, but they were all muddy local.
They never could explain why this ruise had only ten people, their pack. They have never seen the crew, and the food and drinks were appearing magically at the table. In the beginning, they enjoyed the solitude and privacy, but soon they got fed up, they wanted to know more about the ports and the countries they were stopping.
One morning they finally got to meet the cook, a happy Jamaican that was answering all the questions with “don’t worry, be happy.” That day he was running around the ships screaming: ten, yey, ten with one blow!
The leader of the pack asked: Hey Jo, what ten are you talking about?
Don’t worry, Bossman, you will see it at lunchtime.
Finally, at precisely 12, lunch arrived. The pairs had no idea what was hiding behind the vibrant fruit camouflage. The pack comes to the table, and without paying attention to their surrounding, they start eating the strange thing from their plate. Five minutes in the meal and they started feeling very sick. The leaders of the pack begin to scream: Jo, Jo, call the doctor! What did you put in the food?
Bossman, don’t worry, be happy! You asked for something traditional, so I prepared for you snake brain with tarantula sauce. How do you like it?
Jo, we don’t like it. Look at us. We are dying here.
Yes, Boss, man, you are! Ten with one kick, remember?
What? Why?
I am the hitman, Bossman! I got a special delivery for your ten, your pack value is worse ten thousand chit for each. The kids are fed up with... what they called it, ya extravaganza. They want their inheritance now! So goodbye, Bossman!
| Author Notes |
The book contains twenty ways to die. It meant to be a fun collection of deaths in unexpected ways. In this story, ten are gone, seven left to go. Thank you for reading and for correcting my grammar errors. Please don't worry about deducting stars, I am not chasing them.
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By Iza Deleanu
It takes certain courage to be born and stick around in this world. Your entity floats in the Universe. Suddenly your essence is pulled out from the coziness of the nothingness into the unknown, unto the Earth. You are sent to be somebody's baby… then your struggles are starting. Inside your mother's womb you are asking the Universe, do they even want me? You are wondering if you are going to have a mother and dad, or just the norm of our era – a single parent unit.
Let's presume that they want you. If the mom is in her golden age, she will feel excitement, but at the same time, she will be worried and stressed out. She doesn't want to lose you; she had too many attempts to have children before. Her prayers have been answered, you are her golden baby.
Finally, your essence leaves the holy sanctuary, the place where their miracle developed and start living beat by beat. Your birth is complicated for both of you and this will mark your new life. Your parents will always remember this moment, so they will make sure you have everything you need and more!
You are here. Once you are in this world, your hassle begins. In a spur of a moment, your essence is caught in the over-ambitious dreams of your parents. You are the Golden Child, so you need to live to their expectations. Piano lessons, karate classes, dance classes, Boy Scout activities, soccer and hockey training. You are just a copy-cat, whatever they couldn't achieve, or they didn't' have the money for, gets now overloaded on your tinny essence, on your fragile beam. Starting with this moment, your life and theirs become a constant chase around the clock. One of them stays behind, usually the mom.
The moment you come into this life, the mom decided to sacrifice her dreams and career for the Golden Child, the most wanted thing in the whole Universe. Starting with your first breath, you begin to run. You run through your childhood trapped in soccer games, baseball, and hockey practice, and let's not forget the precious piano lessons. How the heck you supposed to use the same hands, which you have played baseball, to graciously bring them to play a classic piece on your family Grand Piano. You suck, but your parents pretend that you are the best, so they keep pumping money in your artistic career.
Anyway, you speed through everything, and in time you realize that you are not suitable for any of the above activities. How can you tell your dear parents, which stubbornly pushed you for all these dreams, that the return on their investment is ZERO! Your parents are fulfilling every whim. They want you to succeed at any cost. You don't fight for anything, because whatever you ask is offered on a silver plate. You are so used to get everything, that your little ass becomes ungrateful and rude.
In your late teens, you treat your parents as slaves. Their only purpose is to feed you and entertain you. You are their Golden Child, so you are convinced that they will take care of you no matter what. Now you are fourteen years old. Out of the blue, you skip the classes; at the beginning just for fun, but later on out of necessity. After all, school is so overrated… You came across these guys in school; they know how to live an exciting life. Your buddies introduce you to the green lady, Miss Weed. Life is beautiful and so… High!
It's Friday – black Friday, and one of these junkies gives you a glimpse of Snow White – cocaine. You like it, it's different, you can fly – sky is the limit. This new habit is more expensive, so you start stealing. Snow White, it's a costly bitch. Your parents are oblivious; they trust you because after all, you are their Golden Child. You ask for more money, they give you more than you asked. Now you are a big boy, so it is normal for you to have more money than before… in their eyes, your needs have increased.
One day you are so high, and when one of your buddies tells you: "if we open that window, we can fly for real!"
You look at him and find this thing funny. You open the window, spread your hands, and say to your companion: "I am an angel yu-hu-hu! I can fly!" You jump … and then pitch darkness. You are again essence flying alone in the Universe. Faraway you are seeing them, your parents and they are sad. No tears are falling from their eyes. They are fighting and blaming each other for your death. But you know it's your fault. You should've stopped and listen. You should've talked and helped them understand that life doesn't give you roses for free you need to earn them. You miss the idea of them terribly, but also you realize that you never knew them, their real souls, because they never opened up to you. The only thing they opened up for you was their bank account. They thought that money can buy everything.
You thought that money can buy happiness, and especially money that you have not to sweat… I wonder if my essence will get a chance to be born again if I will make the same mistakes. I guess it will depend on the audience, or should I say under the circumstances or the environment where I will be born.
Dear parents, please forgive me for my useless life in trenches. Like my junkies were saying:" Bro, my life it's bullshit, the bullshit hit my life!" At that time when I heard that, I laughed and thought that this is so poetic. Now I can see that God send me a sign, but I was too high to see it and too gone to listen! I am still the Golden Child, and this idea will haunt me for an eternity.
| Author Notes | 1004 words and an idea that we all want the perfect child, the child that is going to be able to fulfill the parents dreams. Thank you for reading and for your precious feedback. |
By Iza Deleanu
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
Walter was an agitator. His profession, can you guess? He is was paid to go and protest. Sometimes it paid twice on the same day, once for the opposition party the second time for the party in power.
For him to be paid, sometimes it was a must to end in front of cameras. That’s when he was the Man of the Day! Today, he supposed to protest for impeding the construction of a pipeline in a reserve area. He had the signs and had memorized his speech.
Do you think he will walk to the protest? Oh, no brother, he did enjoy the products of that pipeline… so he drove and park somewhere close to the staged scene. He supposed to lead the protestor crew; after all, he was a pro.
Finally, he parked, and as he was going towards the protestor stand, something strange happened. He saw his friend Gerry, who was usually part of his crew. He saw him on the other side. He had no clue that Gerry today was paid to play the aggressor's side - paid by the same people that paid him to protest the pipeline. Confused, he pretended that he didn’t know Gerry and started doing his usual rounds.
Gerry jumps the chain and hits Walter in the head with a rock on which was written:” Peace, mother fucker!” Walter tumbled on the ground, the rest of his crew stumping on top of him screaming: fight, fight!
With his face on the ground, Walter thought: “What a dumb way to die! Crushed by your own buddies. Justice has been served!”
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Gerry left Walter behind. Today was the day when he would finally get the money for that dream vacation. Happy, he jumped in his vehicle and start driving. Now he was driving on the high way speeding up to 100 kilometers per hour.
Suddenly his car starts to sputter and move in circles. He notices that he runs out of gas. A big truck that was following him very close hit Gerry's car in full blast. He was pronounced dead on the spot. What an irony to be protesting paid by the anti-pipe organization and die because of lack of gas!
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Green Peace
Jessica is part of the Green Peace organization. Where there is something to protest, she jumps in the plane, and here she goes. Jessica loves her job, always on the move, enjoying the nature. She enjoys a happy and luxurious life. I guess Green Peace has enough funds to give her bonuses and magic trips to tropical islands.
Today she must fly to Brazil. The government wants to cut some trees in RIO to make a place for a new luxurious hotel. There were ten people in her international crew, and they have to do the usual: chain to a tree, screaming in front of the camera, and then back to the hotel to enjoy a spa day.
Jessica meets in the lobby Julien, Samantha, and Mara that are coming from Germany. They became best friends ten years ago. Together they take a cab to the place.
Jason is already there and chained to one tree. Jessica and the Germans are taking their gear from the back of the taxi. Laughing, they chain each other to the trees. Jessica, because was the Boss, take all the keys and secure them in her pocket and finally chains herself to the last tree. What she didn’t notice was a massive nest of Maricopa harvester ants that were half asleep now.
Finally, the TV crew is here, that's when Jessica's people start their usual: Save the planet! Save the trees! A few minutes later, the Police arrives and try to convince them to detach from the trees.
Jessica starts chanting her slogans, but her voice is louder than usual. As she shouts, she tries to move her hands for dramatic effect, the chain begins to vibrate.
What happened next is not hard to guess. The ants awakened starts crawling towards her. The first one lands on her neck, she feels a bit but ignores it. Then the second one crawls on her back and then the entire colony. In seconds she is covered in ants, paralyzed she can’t move, so she stays chained to the tree.
Jason tree have a nest of hornets, when the Police started to shoot fire on the ants’ nest, some flames jumped to the hornet nest. The angry insects jump from their home attacking blindly on sight.
Mara’s tree caught fire, and Samantha’s tree was invaded by poisonous snakes. Julien encountered a tarantula. In the end, they all died twice, once bitten by the friendly nature creatures and second purified by fire. No matter how much this job pays, I am staying away, too much poisonous love from nature.
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Dora and Diego
It was just a coincidence that her name was Dora and her husband's Diego. They were both explorers. Dora was a lepidopterist, you know that girl that was chasing butterflies all over the world. Diego was a herpetologist; probably in his youth, this boy was a snake charmer.
They decided this year to take a break and enjoy the summer. They took a trip to Africa in a resort that was doing agro-tourism. The explorers stayed and enjoyed the resort for a couple of days, but they got bored.
Dora told Diego that she heard about an unusual and rare butterfly in the nearest forest and that she will go to check it out. Early the next morning, our scientists took their research tools and stepped in the mystical tropical forest. There were lots of butterflies flying around, but Dora couldn't identify the one she was searching for, the N'gwa. Finally, she saw one that was fitting the description. Looking up after the butterfly forgot to watch her steps and fall into a net. She found herself hanging in the air, thinking: that's how a butterfly feels when I catch them. Crap! It is not pleasant. She starts screaming: Diego, Deigo help me, please!
Diego who was distracted and walking with his nose in the bushes didn't notice his wife flying. He heard her scream but didn't see her. Panicking starts searching for her in the nearest forest. He finally decided to look up, and there she was suspended in a net ten feet above the ground.
Rushing towards her, he never noticed the cover hole under the tree. Inside the hole were lots of rudimentary spears. People do need to eat here, so traps are not unusual. Diego died instantly! Dora continued to scream, but nobody hears her. She died days later of dehydration. Nobody search for them, because the hotel personal was used to the crazy scientist that was disappearing for days searching for the next extinct species.
Mama Africa .... what an idiotic and romantic way to die: the princess in the net, and the prince fishing at her feet.
| Author Notes | Chapter five in the saga. Thank you for your patience and for reading. Nine tragic death. |
By Iza Deleanu
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
Kassandra loved cats. She was living and breathing for them. This was one of the reasons she volunteered for the city Animal Shelter. Every time she got a free hour she was running to see those poor fur ball orphans.
She was dreaming about the day when she is going to be allowed to adopt a kitty. In Alberta, the rules are: the tenant shall not have pets if the landlord doesn't allow it! It is the LAW!
She heard from her coworkers that the legislation might change in her favour. And man, she was waiting... for more than ten years. On the eleventh year, Kassandra decided to get her "kitty fix" by volunteering. Literally she was living in that shelter and she was so happy.
Her favourite was a three years boy named Mittens, a charming black ragdoll with white mittens. Every time somebody was approaching his cage she was praying that they will walk away and leave that sparkle boy alone. Mittens was hers. It's not like she didn't want him to be adopted, but she wanted to be his forever mummy and nobody else.
Today Mittens was very agitated, he looked sick, his pupils were dilated and his walk was funky. Kassandra called the vet on duty, and that guy didn't give a shit about Mittens; after all out there were thousands of cats waiting to be rescued. Mittens was just an "unlucky" number.
That was the last drop! Kassandra took Mittens from his cage and run out from the animal shelter and start calling all her friends that have cats. She needed an excellent vet. Kassandra finally found one that was the best in town. He agreed to see Mittens immediately. After a long consultation he came back with a bad news that was devastating for Kassandra. Her boy, Mittens, was very sick; he had an upper respiratory disease which unfortunately was incurable. He had a few hours to live.
Kassandra decided to take Mittens home and give him finally that forever home, the home which he always dreamt. She put Mittens in the bed and she lay next to him. She just wanted to die with Mittens, the cat she fell in love at first sight. Somebody once told her, be careful what you wish for, because it might come true.
And her wish comes true. Kassandra died holding Mittens close to her heart. In her lost moments she thought she will not be missed. She was an orphan just like Mittens. In a way this was the best thing that ever happened to her. She finally was not alone anymore; Kassandra hoped that she will be allowed to go with Mittens over the rainbow bridge, in cat's Paradise.
The landlord discovered Kassandra and Mittens a couple of days later, the cause of death was respiratory disease caused by living in the proximity of cats. What an irony... too much love can kill you...
| Author Notes | This is another chapter in the challenge twenty ways to die. As usual thank you for reading and for the grammatical corrections. |
By Iza Deleanu
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
When they got married they promised each other that will live happily ever after… Indeed, he kept his promised, he made sure he lived happily ever after… outside marriage. She never knew why, so she tried to live in his shadow. She made a promise in the church, and she thought that at least one of them should be showing God, that what He put together will not fall apart.
She tried to be supportive of the family image, but in time the image faded as their wedding portrait and the vows. The family myth started to be a burden for him. The mistress demanded more of his time and wanted Tom full time. Ashamed one day he told her about his affair. Broken hearted she thanked him for his honesty and asked for two weeks, so she can move out. Kriss, that was her name, told him that she doesn’t want anything from his house. She will take only the cat, because she knew he will not take care of her.
Tom couldn’t believe his luck. He will get a chance to live happily ever after with the mistress. Kriss asked him before closing the door to their lives: Please don’t ever get married again. Just fly if this is your wish, but don’t break another heart … is not fair for the other members of the family.
God in his greatness found her an apartment right away, and with a good rent price. She made the arrangements with her coworkers to move on the 17th of August. Tom offered to rent a van and help her carry her things. Saddly she said: Thank you, but this is my broken life and I will be the one to take it out of your hands. Starting with today I am not your responsibility, but I will be returning to my Father’s care. I wish you all the happiness in the world. I forgive you!
Next morning, Tom woke up and looked as usual to his left side where she used to sleep with the cat. But the spot was empty. Suddenly he felt … abandoned and cold. He started pacing back and forth, wondering what just happened. He looked at her picture and realized that for eleven years he chased happiness outside his home in the arms of strangers, forgetting that his life and happiness was inside this home that now was just an empty spot.
In the afternoon he met with his mistress. Tom looked at her and felt like seeing her for the first time. He didn’t like what he saw; without make -up she was so ordinary and vulgar. Tom couldn’t understand what he saw in her before. Kriss was one million times more beautiful and intelligent. He missed her sparkling personality and her faith in God. In every bad thing she always tried to find a positive outcome.
Tom told his mistress that he made a mistake and that he doesn’t want to see her again. The mistress started to scream: That bitch made you return to her. I LOVE YOU, I can live without you!
Tom stopped for a second and trembling realized one thing. His wife, out of love, freed him and let him pursue his dream, which now was his worse nightmare. Tom returned to their home. He was home early, which was a first for eleven years. He remembered how worried Kriss was when he was not phoning her to tell her that he will be late. She waited from him patiently for these years never saying a bad word. God send him an Angel, and he let that Angel go.
He wanted to call her, but she changed her number. Tom really wanted to see her and apologize, he wanted a second chance. He never told their family that he and Kriss went separate ways. Finally, he called one of her friends. Hi, Suzanne, do you have Kriss's number? I really need to talk to her
Hi Tom, how are you?
I am not good. I need to talk to her.
I am so sorry Tom, but you can.
I can’t? Why?
Kriss… is not with us anymore. Two weeks ago, she called me from her new apartment and asked me to take care of the cat, because she is not feeling well. By the time I arrived there, in front of her apartment was an ambulance.
What? Is Kriss ok?
No, Tom, she is not, or maybe she finally is at peace now.
What do you mean?
She died Tom. Kriss died of broken heart. For the past two weeks, she refused to eat or drink, she just wanted to disappear from this world. And finally, she succeeded.
Tom let go of the phone and open the window and jumped. From the corner of his eyes, he saw his wife beaming at him. Kriss I promised you ever after, I am coming, my Love.
In one corner DEATH was laughing: Idiots, what about the cat?
| Author Notes | I am so sorry this chapter is very sad... twenty ways to die |
By Iza Deleanu
2021, the year when all my hopes got "High"! I never liked people who smoked grass, pardon my French, weed. I found their medical issues a cheap excuse to get high and not give a damn about reality. Don't tell me that everybody in my building has a medical problem. No, brother! They smoke like chimneys because they like it or because they like to drive me nachos. Every time I pass by one of those gurus of "Don't worry, be happy" doors, I instantly commit verbal homicide. Sometimes, I think that Ahmed, the terrorist, would be ashamed of my words.
Today I realized that there is some truth in why everybody is so in love in North America with Maria Juanita alias Marijuana.
For example, if you have arthritis, the doctor gives you the medical middle finger and the costly advice to suck it up because the pain will pass, so volens-nolens you get to the herbal medicine. Since last year, we have had lots of cannabis clinics where you can get medical advice and prescription for any pain real or imaginary.
Edmonton has more cannabis stores and clinics than any other province in Canada. Today I have back pain. No massage therapy is available because the federals have closed all the wellness and health businesses. My only way out is to visit one of those stores. I know I will not go weed-ie, but I need some oil and maybe some medical chocolate.
In the store, I have no clue what I should buy. I look around, there are so many buyers, and I really do not understand why all the products are under the lock and key. Finally, I get a chance to talk one-on-one with the clerk. As I explain my pain, he expertly pushes towards me several small vials; one is the oil that I must put on my back, another to put under my tongue, and another for anxiety. It costs me a fortune, but the pain is unbearable.
At home I am looking at the bottles. Man, I forgot which is what. I am so scared; what if this is not for me. What if I don't wake up. Afraid, I put some oil in the area where my pain is acute. Slowly that area gets numb. Bravely, I try the other bottle and put three drops under my tongue. Bad idea! I feel like the room is tumbling down on my head.
I crawl to my bed. The dizziness is worse. I feel like I am going inside my bed like there is a hole and I can't get out. I feel like I am disappearing. The next day I read in the newspaper: a woman in her fifties passed away from a super dose of cannabis oil. I look at the picture. Oh, no, that lady is ME! The moral is: don't be afraid of anything, because it is going to get you, one way or another.
| Author Notes | As always thank you for your patience and for reading. Please if there are grammar mistakes, point them out:) |
By Iza Deleanu
To die or not to die, that is the question. Life is too precious to waste your time in rhetorical debates.
I promised my mom that I would not push my luck in that direction, and no matter how hard it is, I would fight.
Well, I never said anything about the case of" oops " I made it again, the being there at the right place, and the right time."
If I have learned something in twenty-something years, it's that nothing is ever easy.
School is not easy, getting a job or joining the game of family.
One day as I was going to work dressed like for a catwalk, I fell. Man, I was so close to work at my dream job. As I was crossing the street reading, a bad habit and more dangerous than texting; I stepped into the void. At the end of the pedway was a construction pit and I walked straight to it and it was half-filled with cement.
Now I am looking incredulously from above. What a stupid way to go...like a statue. I don't even need a grave, because I'm already "engraved" in this new building.
By Iza Deleanu
"I lived and died on my own terms. I made my own fate and abide by my own rules." Every Sunday, his epitaph was attracting lots of visitors.
Nobody knew his real story. Some or calling him the Philosopher, other the Loser, and some the Prophet. The truth was hiding somewhere between those lines.
He come into the city under the No Name policy. Everyone thought he is running from something, or maybe he was part of a witness protection program.
He was a man of a few words and even predicted his own death.
He said: "I will move upstairs when there will be nothing left to surprise me."
One day he realized that humanity lost its battle with kindness and decided that is time to go peacefully as he come."
He lay in his bed closed his eyes and said:"I'm ready." Then his closed his eyes and passed away.
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