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The man who couldn't ride a unicycle.

It was monday, just past noon. An old man walked his dog just outside the small village he lived in.  The old man always wanted to work at the circus. The Twitcheroo Circus visited his small town once every year, and stayed there for about a week or two. When he was young he would go and watch how the circus workers built the tents. He loved the way the head of the circus took care of the main act: a unicycling monkey.  His passion and their friendship drew attention and was the main source of publicity for the small circus.

“Gramps!” He noticed a small boy running his direction. It was his grandson Ivan, who just turned six last week. “Did you hear about eclipse?” The boy asked. The man nodded. “Tomorrow we won't be able to see most of the sun, will we gramps?”  The man laughed. Ivan was really smart for his age. Most kids would stay inside and play video games, but Ivan wanted to explore the world he lived in. His parents worried about him. He wasn't paying attention in class. It was hard for him to sit still for more than three minutes.

His grandson smiled and pointed at the tent in the distance. “You can see the circus from here, gramps!”  The man smiled and nodded.“Remember when we went there, last year?” He asked his grandson. The boy nodded, and ran off again.

On the way home he walked past the old fire station, which was now used as a community center. From inside he heard music playing. Probably a band practicing. It wasn't his kind of music, and he couldn't really tell what they where singing, but it sounded kind of angry. On the other side of the street he noticed woman struggling to fit her car between the lines of the narrow parking spot. After a few more seconds she stepped out of the car, violently shouting at her phone. She didn't notice she parked on a handicapped spot, or maybe she just didn't care.

Next to the old fire station was a small pond. A plastic bottle floated gently in the brown water. The bench was still there, just across the water. As he walks closer, he tries to remember where he marked his wife's initials in the bench with his good old Swiss' pocket knife. Unfortunately he couldn't make out the details on the wood. It was the first time he noticed he forgot his glasses. He must have left them back at his garage. He decided to turn back home.

Back at the garage he tries to pick up where he left. The wheel was beyond repairing, so he bought a new one. The chain had to be replaced as well. At least his grandson didn't break the pedals.  He could start fixing the crooked saddle. When he reached in the toolbox to look for his hammer, he found his old pocket knife. What a coincidence! This was the same Swiss' knife he used many years ago to carve his wifes initials into the bench, back at the pond. His wife gave it to him when they visited Norway for their honeymoon. He wasn't sure if he would mention this the next time he would visit her, but she probably wouldn't remember anyway. He put the knife back and grabbed his hammer.

The saddle wasn't too damaged. With just two hits of the hammer he was able to get it back into place. Next up: The wheel. He starts by removing the screws. Fortunatly the wheel came off without too much effort. The frame wasn't very damaged so he was able to put the new wheel into place easily. He reattached the screws, applied some oil and gave the wheel a spin. Perfect. The way the wheel spinned was somewhat mesmerizing and rewarding. His grandson would be happy when he sees his fixed unicycle.

The next day the man stood up early to clean the unicycle, and to visit his grandson so he could give it back. He knew Ivan wouldn't be home from school until three o' clock in the afternoon, so he decided to take his dog for a long walk around the city. When he passed the old fire station, it suddenly turned dark. He almost forgot about the solar eclipse. What a spectacular phenomenon!

It seemed like the world paused for just a few minutes. People came out of their homes to watch the eclipse. You could almost say that everyone was connected in this short sunless moment of time. The man decided to check on the circus, which was still preparing for tonight.

The workers didn't seem to mind the eclipse, because everything had to be ready for tonight's show.

Later that day the man decided to wait for his grandson in front of his school. He brought the unicycle with him to surprise him. The day he bought him this very same unicycle, he told him to be really careful while riding it. Unfortunately Ivan decided to take the unicycle to the local skate park where some older kids bullied him and broke it.

The school bell rang and within a few minutes he noticed his grandson running out of the school doors. “Gramps! You fixed it!” he shouted while he approached. The man laughed. “Do you promise to be more careful this time?” He asked his grandson. “Ofcourse gramps!”

And as he watched the shape of his grandson wobbling along the street on his unicycle, he realized that he was happy. This was never about the unicycle to begin with.

All he ever wanted, all he ever yearned for, he already had by his side. His own little monkey to teach tricks, and to care about.

THE END.

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The moment I found the sheep didnt understand a word I was saying.

I remember the day I found out. The weather was actually quite nice, as always. I was trimming my favorite sheep, Lana. I was telling her about school, and how much homework Mrs. Derdery gave us. She smiled at me as I told her I tossed out the lunch mother made me because I felt more like eating the chocolate bar Barbara brought me.

“Silly Lana” I said to myself. “She shouldn't be smiling. It was a really healthy sandwich mom made me, and thanks to the chocolate bar I now have brown stains all over my shirt.”

But I couldn't argue with Lana, she'd smile anyway.

I decided to check on the rest of the herd. As always Thomas (The oldest of the Sheep) Was shitting all over the grass, so now my shoes were brown as well.

But I didn't mind. I wouldn't have to clean my own shoes anyway.

THE END

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The girl who'd die if she stopped moving.

Chapter one: introduction

This is the story about the girl who'd die if she stopped moving.

Faster, further, Try not to fall. She's counting her steps while she hears the scuffles behind. If they catch her it's over.

Last time they almost had her. She could hear them breathe. When they see her, it'll be over so she had to keep moving. She didn't have a choice. Running through an abandoned shed, she tears her arm open on a nail, leaving glowing blue blood behind..

She dressed herself like she thought a normal girl would look like. A large brown coat, a hat with a flower and purple sneakers. This way she wouldn't drag too much attention, right?

Chapter two: the city

The rain acted wierd. She never saw it falling down like this. She was used to rain, but never in a vertical direction. The cold raindrops burned her skin. She was within the city limits, “Almost there” she whispered to herself. “We're close”. If she could just reach the new shelter, she could rest for a bit.

Mechanical sounds filled the street as a machine enters the perimeter. She counted two small and two large beings.

After a few minutes she decided to move. The rain stopped, but her skin didn't seem to heal as fast as it should.

Suddenly she caught the attention of a small furry ball with big yellow eyes. As she attempted to communicate, she only received a long hiss.

And then suddenly she noticed she stopped moving and she died

THE END.

And that was the story of the girl who'd die if she stopped moving. We will never know what she was. We will never know where she was after.

We only know she died, after seeing a cat.

Fuck, cats. Really. Fuck them.

Not litterly but like, seriously.