Twenty Seventh Story…. Dead and Gone

Twenty Eighth Story…. A Woman Heart

This is a real story for someone I know....Hope he will be better soon


Twenty Ninth Story……..A Walking dead man

Thirtieth Story .............. Fool Again

He was walking under the snow then he stopped by beggar setting afire on the trash pin .
"hi, could I sit here "
"sorry ican't hear you…it's cold in here isn't it "
"don't worry about me  with this fleece coat i'll never got cold .the only thing got cold these days is the human feelings  "
the beggar was shivering  he barely could talk
" sorry ican't hear you, it's too cold"
he lit up a cigarette and started talking
" I'm tired pal  I am so tired    I have been working on that project for almost 3 months  I haven't taken a day off  and in less than 3 minutes  that bastard boss  kick me in the face with it without even say a word all that effort turned out in nothing  coz imade un profitable project that aims  to develop society without making money .. "
"  what did you say … I can't hear you . I went to free clinic the doc refuse to treat me he wanna me to pay  for him…- man some docs turned to businessmen- and then he told me that I have otitis media.. do you know what it means?? I.."
the beggar keep coughing he  get closer to the fire
the other man  interrupted him
" I'm tired man I'm tired of being alone ..nobody to talk to or to share your meal  with.. the whole world is empty since my wife and kids passed away in that fire..i have never thought that they mean that much to me.. I regret the moments I spent  away from them …. I was always busy with my work  I never took ahead of them"
the beggar face turned to blue he  sneezed and coughed he was short of breath he murmured few words  " this frosty weather pave my road to death "
the other man looked at his watch then he went away the beggar still in his place coughing as though his  lungs will come out his body he kept sniffling till he came out of breath.

ijust wanna make the theme of the previous story clear
This short story talks about losing the communication in our world we see two
talking  one of them can't hear the other    .
Simply it tells us that everyone is concerned with his own problems without talking ahead to the problems of other we feel that when he beggar was frozen and the other was enjoying the warmth of his coat 
And we could feel it when each one of them kept talking about his agonies without  giving the other the condolence for his owns .
Finally it talk about the people who kept lecturing about the good and humanitarian deeds  without apply them  in real life that what we become aware of it  when the man left the beggar dying in the street without giving him ahand
   

 
Thirty First Story…..A lesson from an Apple Tree

thirty secondstorey)All the beautiful times
it was a calm cold afternoon, she was looking out of her room window ,it was rainning ,and her mind was confused  , she felt that her heart was being taken out of her chest and that she was able to cry loudly with tears even more than the rain drops, she was watching the workers carrying the boxes and furniture and putting them in the truck,that view was really unhappy to her .
simpley like that the family was moving to another house and that was disappointing for the daughter,it was not just house it was home for her ,and strangelly enough she didn't mind this moving ,but deep down she was sad ,she was looking to her room remembering all the past days ,this room was hers  for years but not any more ,now this room is going to be  for some one else ,every room  ,every corner was holding alot of memories , she grew up here and watched her brothers growing up here too , all of them lived there ,ate ,slept, played here and now this hole life is going to be just memories .
she sayed "bye bye home" with tears in her eyes ,looking maybe for the last time to her small,warm peacful house,to her home,believing that she will never forget any of the beautiful times she spent here .
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Thank you white jasmine for this nice idea,I read the whole stories and I liked them ,I hope you would like mine    

i have readed the first story and i like it so much
thanks 

THE THIRTY THIRD STORY


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