The Winter is Coming That is it! My life is gone! Well, let me first introduce myself before I explain better my inevitable death. My name is Stack of Paper and I was born in Brazil (at least that is what was printed on my box: “made in Brazil”). I think I am 2 years old, is quite difficult measure the lifetime of anyone when half that had been passed inside a dark box. Despite that, I am pretty sure that this is my age. Last summer I was sleeping and suddenly I woke up with a strong light in my eyes. In this moment I knew that my real life was starting. After all, the purpose of life to any paper is to be used! I remember that I was so happy in that moment that I didn’t said good bye to my relatives. Even so, this didn’t ruined my happiness. So, after that I was put inside of a printer with many others paper sheets. Two weeks later my turn to be used came and something was printed on me. ON ME!! I was read and left on a big table with other lucky ones. Two months later, someone picked me and used some highlight text pen on me (that tickled) and once again I was so happy! In spring, I could see other slack of paper crying miserably and I asked it what happened. It told me that there was an awful rule on the place that said: “if any slack of paper haven’t been used for 6 months, it should be triturate” and it was running out of time. I made my count and I discovered that my time would be out at the winter beginning. Since that day I’ve been praying for someone use me. yesterday someone picked me and put me near to the shredder. Yesterday someone picked me and put me near to the shredder. That is it! My life is gone! The winter came! Writing Prompt: Write from the point of view of a stack of paper a few inches from the shredder.

God's favorite color John was the kind of guy who never lies, if you asked him anything he just answered straight at the point without any consideration. After all, the truth is the truth! Sometimes John got in really trouble because he just couldn’t lie. Once, he almost finished his marriage because he answered yes when his wife asked him if she was fat. Even so, he thought that it is better to answer a difficult truth than an easy lie! It’s always been like that until john had a son who loves ask him all kind of questions... The first lie that john told happened in a sunny day when he went home from work early because he got fired. When he arrived home his son jumped in his lap and asked him why the sky is blue. John was so tired and upset that the easy answer jumped to his mouth without any thinking: because blue is God’s favorite color. As soon as John realized that he lied to his son, he got really sad and tried to find an excuse to what he did. He kept thinking… how can I explain to a really little person that the sky is blue because of the light spectrum? It is just impossible! Unless I want to explain him what is light spectrum... Well, no matter how much he tried to find an excuse for his lie, he couldn’t, even worst… he couldn’t apologize himself. After a lot of days of sadness, he decided that it is fine to lie just once in his life and then his wife asked him again if she was fat…Well… good luck dear John…

Chuck Norris Style Yesterday I was sleeping and in my dream I was a huge hero… not that kind of hero with super powers and stuffs like that, but that kind that you save someone like you are Chuck Noris. If you never had a dream like that, you are losing something really amazing because happens that suddenly you know how to fight, where you should run and jump and how to drive a car really fast without die!! Anyway, in my dream I was saving my little brother. I don’t know why, but I always save him in my dreams. In this case, someone was trying to kill him and he was scary like death. For some reason I couldn’t understand why someone was trying to hurt him. I remember that he tried to explain to me a lot of times, but no matter how much he repeat the story I never could understand him. It feels like he was speaking in Japanese! Well, even without knowing the reason, I had a mission: save him! I forgot to say earlier, but I think that in my dream we were really rich, this is the only reason to explain why we were staying in a really fancy hotel, with red carpet, a lot of crew doing whatever you ask and a really big reception, just like that kind you see in movies. Anyway, our room was on the 23 floor and there we were when the action started. Someone knocked the door saying “room service” and when I opened it, there was a man with black clothes and a gun! When I looked at him, I knew that something really bad could happen to us if I wasn’t the Chuck Noris resurrection. So, I closed the door in his hand and the gun fell in the floor. Of course my brother didn’t help at all and because of that the bad guy could picked the gun again without any suffer. But while he was trying to pick it, I grabed my brother and we run to the open window and jumped to the hotel pool. The main two interesting facts about this was: one, we didn’t die jumping over 23 floors and two, when we were inside the water, I could see the bullets entering around us without actually hit us. Well, after that, we left the pool and run to our car (of course my keys was with me: my dream, my rules) and I started to drive to far away without destination. I turned on the radio and some annoying song started to play. I tried I lot to turn off the radio or change the music but I just couldn’t make this stop. When I was hopeless I… woke up… Happens that the song was the sound of my alarm clock and It was time to wake up and be some regular person again… so boring!