Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
-We did it, we’re cross the border! We’re rich!
The two rugged men made a high five.
-What’s that on the sky?
-Looks like a seagull to me. But… It looks big, no?
The seagull came closer.
-Way too big, Ron said. -Damn, it looks like a plane!
The seagull circled over the truck, as if it was looking for something. It dived.
The goats were running up the hill, looking back over their shoulder. The noise from the engine far away was loud and frightening. A giant machine. The driver… Its kind had come from far away, somewhere beyond this world. They were huge like gods. Terrifying.
The goatherds walked slowly up the hill to find shelter for the night.
-The sound, one of them said to the other. -It’s getting closer… (more)
-She’s back! The Mushroom Picker! She’s back!
-Oh my great fungus! Run! Hide!
-Wait, Surnbok said thoughtfully. -I might have an idea.
He ran through the little mushroom forest as fast as he could with his little tail body. The others ran back and forth in panic, screaming, crying.
The first mushroom was picked. No one lived there, but it did give good shadow down by the little puddle.
Another mushroom went up in the air.
-Nooooo!!! My house! My new sofa! Bambar ran towards the mushroom house.
The others held him back.
-There’s nothing you can do! Shell take you as well!
Surnbok had something white in his hand… (more)
The sun stood high. The shadow from the parasol and the sunglasses gave the perfect hiding place. Tits and booties all over. Johnny laid back and enjoyed. Finally a day off. He closed his eyes, breath in the fresh sea air.
“Can you please help me put some sun block on my back?” the beautiful woman by his side said.
“Sure,” he answered, started smearing it out.
“A bit lower down, please… Lower… lower… mmmmmmhh… (more)
Father Miguel walked through the church. His church, it had been for years now.
He heard the rumbling again. From underneath somewhere, deep down. The first time he had thought it was an earthquake, but no one had noticed anything outside the church. It was under him, straight down. It worried him.
Another rumble. Stronger this time, the walls shook, a candle fell on the floor. Could it be… the Devil? Was he coming for him? God knew he had sinned, horrible sins hard to forgive. He had become a priest to control his urges, but it had only made it worse. Now he was surrounded by them every day, so cute and innocent.
The shaking increased. The walls shook, the floor, everything. He backed up towards the door. A crack opened in the floor.
A giant hand broke through… (more)
Jack walked through the streets, restlessly, only accompanied by the darkness of the night, the lights from the lampposts. He knew it was dangerous, but he hadn’t slept for days. Lying awake in the darkness was driving him mad.
He heard something. Steps around the corner. Strange, at this time of the night. Heavy, slow footsteps coming towards him. Too heavy. Too slow.
He stopped, so did the footsteps.
“Maybe I’ll go back…” He didn’t finish the thought. A giant head leant out from behind the wall. A horrible face, twisted, broken. In pain. A monster, tall as a building. Its skin was pale, dead…
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