My first story

the world's shortest story, as told by me:

There was a cow, it was running.
Then somebody shot her and she died.

The End.

dad liked it, mom got a bit freaked out :)
but she liked that i told a story, even though it was a bloody violent and disturbing one.

The toy house

Balls and balloons everywhere
a lost slipper floats in the curry bowl,
and the bed always looks slept in now.

Grocery bags full of diaper packs
broken pieces of crayons,
scribbles lining every wall,
like tyre tracks on a wet road.

A plastic world lies ravaged
the victim of a cotton tiger's imagination,
A B C 1 2 3
building block skyscrapers.