Once on a rustic highway lived a dog , the dog's old man and the old man's house. Every morning the old man eased in his chair to sip a cup of coffee on the porch, staring at the passer's by who never stopped and talking to the dog and the house about the weather. Well the old man died one day, leaving behind a confused dog, a cold house and a hot cup of coffee.
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A lunatic once tried to think his way out of his stupidity. But then he realized that it was thinking only that drived him crazy at the first place.So he stopped thinking and was thrown out of the asylum eventually.
2 comments:
he was? lucky him ;)
I liked the first story better :)
cool thought evoking stories.. should write more of these..:)
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