50 words , 5 stories

The Dog named “He”

He did not receive any nice treatment from me ever since the day i brought him back home . I just threw him at a corner and leave him to survive on it’s own. It was my parents , who were kind enough to feed him for his 3 meals . Until a day , when i failed my major exam , he’s the only one who stood by me and listen to my sorrows.

My Grandfather

My grandfather was a robber . He has no job and he told us the only way he could keep himself healthy and alive is to rob the banks in singapore . That’s the excitement he could never get in playing chess or slacking in the park with the rest of the old uncles. Finally , on his 80th birthday , he promised us that it would be his last deal . But that was the day he was shot dead by the police at the crime scene.

Sterotyping

I used to think that those construction workers were all filthy and dirty . Not only in their psychical outfit but also in their mental minds too . Therefore , i always took the long route back home just to prevent myself from passing through the construction site . Until a day , i was being stopped by a well-dressed business man on my way home , who flashed infront me .

My phone

that’s when i realised that the situation isn’t as bad as i thought . I called home and told my dad that i was robbed and the robber took my phone away . I felt gulity but i didn’t mean to exceed my phone bill.