Albert

Everything had to be perfect. This thought has killing Albert whenever he was doing something. He often gave up things because he could not reach the perfect image of that which he had created in his head. Albert would never be a painter or musician because there are too many hours of imperfection that one has to face to get to a decent skill level. He found it teriblly irritating. That feeling crawled up un down his body under his skin and made him sick. He could hide that from others quite well but what was left uncovered was a sudden burst of anger here and there. Like small fireworks they were over soon and Albert was back to his composed self. That left some people puzzled, astonished even but in most cases was seen just a funny side of his character. No one knew how much effort he put in keeping his thoughts tidy and organized and how miserable he felt after each of the outbursts. 

Gloom

This mellow and enthusiastic creature was ill-fitted for this dreary room. Adams furry friend radiated happiness whenever he was. However, it didn't help Adam to feel better in this doomed hour. Adam's mood was down for good. It was the most horrible day in his life. Like all evil forces had been coordinated by some higher superpower to crush all Adam's hopes and beliefs in one day.  Even his furry friend Basker couldn' t drag him out of the missery. Not even for a moment. Adams eyes were dead. There was no spark left in them. Even nature, as it often is, had felt sympathetic and opened all its water containers in endless, steady rain. The gloom form the outside and the room seeped through the skin directly into his broken soul. Basker put his heavy head on Adam's feet and looked up at him with that heartmelting gaze that only dogs can make. Adam didn't even stir.

Chain of Events

Aunt Maude put a curse on my neighbours. This was all one big misunderstanding but my aunt didn't want to hear any of my explanations. It all started with the broken flower pot and in two days time escalated to a broken marriage curse. If only I had been more focused on that crazy morning. It had been scorching hot for a week then and the nights were not offering any relief. Our air conditioning was broken and I had spent most of the nights twisting and turning in my bed rather than sleeping. So my brain was foggy and I just didn't push the brakes. I continue my slow drive across the street and up to my neighbours front door. The sound of broken clay woke me up from my daze and prevented me from rudely entering the neighbours' house while still sitting in my car. 

Money Tree

It was a rain-soaked evening in October when the trees began sprouting money. We didn't notice it immediately because our Apple trees looked like always in October with some leaves left here and there. On that particular rainy day I decided to offer my dog company and walk in the garden. At first, I thought that those were regular buds of new leaves as the autumn was quite warm this year. However, a closer inspection revealed that those were paper buds. I was shocked. I kept coming back to the garden every day to observe the progress and on the twelfth day, they were fully grown Euro notes. I collected plenty of them and spread them on my guest bedroom's floor. Then I had a dilemma - should I try to use them in shops. Will it be considered a forgery? 

gossip

The gossip that he was broken, was a mystery for my brother. He has always led a weird life but for the last decade, he had made some really crazy choices. Therefore people started spreading the rumors that there was something wrong with him and most of them thought that it was his ex-girlfriend fault. Everyone who met her was convinced of one of two things either that she was dumb beauty or a pure evil strategic bitch. No one truly believed that this might turn into something serious. Big was their surprise when they got married. This is when things got out of control and my brother lost himself. This was also the reason why people believed that he was broken. I believe that he wasn't broken but just cracked open and his true face was now visible, for I have known him better than anyone. 

Accident

The day the neighbours burned down their house, we purchased the 'rustbucked'. Some would say that it was just a coincidence but they certainly were not familiar with our family. No one knew of course that it was Chris who started it all. He had just switched from experiments with water to his new challenge experiments with fire. He had started it slow with some tiny fireballs made from matches. However, everyone in our family knew that this force was unstoppable no matter what we said or did. So, when Chris set his first match on fire, our father opened the site for used goods and began to search for portable housing. The closest for the price we could allow was the aforementioned 'rustbucked'. None of us, however, could have imagined that it would not be our house that would burn down. It involved an accident, a stray cat and some bad timing and as a result, our neighbours are now closer to us than we expected it would be when we moved into this neighbourhood. 

Surprise

On the spur of the moment Jane grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed intensly. Then, as suddenly as it begun it was over. She beamed, giggled and hurried away. Jim stood there amazed. He liked Jane. He liked her a lot. However, he was never brave enough to ask her out or talk to her about this. She seemed nice, quiet and shy, and now this. It was so not-like-Jane, but he would lie if he said that he didn't like it. It was so shocking, that he didn't dare to move for some fifteen minutes. When he came to senses he walked back to his work place and started and e-mail. It took him half an hour to polish his three line message in which he asked her out on a date on Saturday. He held his breath and pushed send.