April 30: Stories

From @Shi_dreams:
Sitting on the sidewalk of a popular tourist spot, armed with canvas and paints, he weaved the stories of pain, suffering, joy and happiness into his paintings. He wasn't like the other painters down the street, with every stroke of his brush he could tell the tales of many. He had the gift of storytelling.  

From @BatmanEarth12:
All those sci-fiction stories we used to read as kids are all bull shit compared to what I am about to say to you. And you know what the best part is?

This isn't fucking fiction. 

It all started one day when the NSA knocked on the front door of Steve Jobs’ Palo Alto home.

This is going to be one long story......

From @gehan99:
She stood on her rooftop, contemplating the setting sun alone. “He was an asshole,” she tells herself. “It would never have worked out anyway.”

He picks up his phone, tentatively, before placing it back in its cradle. “She wouldn’t understand,” he tells himself; “She never did”.

The stories we tell ourselves.

From Saumya Fernando:
Everyone will at some point in life point fingers at you and find fault no matter how hard you try to please them and avoid unpleasant situations. You think you know someone but very soon you realize that you've always known only 1/10th of an ounce of their stories. Basically we all know very little.

From @shamsmakkiya:
"Stop lamenting about your so-called emotional stories", he shouted over the phone before he disconnected.

He looked absolutely captivating at the party.

"I am sorry" were his last words that he uttered.

"But I am not sorry" responded the ensanguined dagger in her hands.

From @wikifreakz:
FOUR STORIES
(All characters appearing in this work are not entirely fictitious..)

Caesar yelled:
'Et tu Brute'
*
Jesus cried:
'Eloi lama sabachtani?'
*
Gandhi sighed:
'Hey Ram!'
*
Joe smiled:
'Nice coffee, honey!'

From @InduNan:
Can I tell you a story?
She asked

I've heard it all before
He yawned

Story of my life...
She muttered

A cock and bull story
He smirked

No, it's the same old story
She sighed

Haha... Tall story!
He chuckled

That's another story
She shrugged

Long story short...
He began

End of story.
She said

From @Mari_deSilva:
My childhood was built on my father's stories. We would eagerly gather around him as he regaled his glory days. Tales of drunken teachers, 'not-pot' and Suddha bosses and Aunty Lavine were fond favourites. Nobody can spin a yarn like my Old Man. And my life has been richer because of it.

From @PennyKinned:
She wrapped herself in stories, their gossamer strands draped around her body. Faster and faster, until one day she was no longer visible – all that could be seen was a solid cocoon of story-threads. When they broke open the pod, there was only a book inside: We are All Stories in the End.

From @bhagsy:

"Do you never listen to anything I say?" the boss yelled.

He tried to explain that he was at a loss.

The boss drew a breath and explained that there were stories at work that he had sought extra favours in getting his new promotion. He was shocked! Who could spread such things!