The child

In a quiet room stood a grey haired child, whose only ambition was to become the most successful man that ever lived.

Easier said than done.

He only knew point A to point Z, but the rest was a blur.

He thought about what to do, about the success that he wanted, in which domain, he even tried writing his skills on paper, but he couldn't find none.

Therefore, what was a boy to do when he was so barren and lacked anything that made other people great?

He decided to leave the room, that was point B, and several years later, point Z came to fruition.

A stupid gag

"Janice, you have to listen to me."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't, you won't get the 20 quid that you wanted."
She pouted and left the room.
Her father was being a bit harsh on her, but it made her think. She wanted that money no matter what, so she left the house via the window in her bedroom.
During those four hours she had been away, her father didn't know a thing, but when she came back in the living room, she was all smiles.
"What are ye laughing at?"
"It's a... it's a... "
And the door bell rang.

The father opened the door and two blokes were there.
"Oi, mate, cough up or we'll grass ya."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You'll be beggin' me fist if ye don't give me the money in yer house, mate."
"Who are you?"
"We be people that be wantin' yer money, now give it here or we'll smash ya."
Father turned around and saw her laughing.
"Oh, daddy, I'm sorry, it was just a plain old gag, I didn't think they'd actually do it."
"This is your idea of a joke? And for a measly 20 quid?"
The parent threw his arms in the air, moved to the table, picked up the money and gave it to her.
"Now go, and don't come back, ever. And I mean it."

She took it and left. She never set foot in that house again. Never spoke to her parent, but went on to become a married woman in another town, and a successful one at that.

The tie

Mark wore a violet tie today. There was no particular reason for wearing that tie, other than felling in love with it.
A couple of months prior, he hated that color. Mainly because he felt it was a girls color. That was until he saw this tie and wanted to have. He went into the store and tried it on. It looked "smashing" on him, as one of the women working there told him. 
Mark decided to leave it on and leave the shop. Once outside, he looked at himself in the windows and saw dark clouds forming. When he turned around to continue walking, the clouds were no more, but he didn't notice.

While he was crossing the street, a drunk driver happened to stroll around the road and dent several cars. However, when he saw this guy with a violet tie walking so peaceful on the zebra, he decided to ram him. Going overboard with the speed, the car stopped at a mere inch away from Mark. His engine broke down.
The lad looked with shock at the car that nearly flattened him, not knowing what to make of it.
He barely made it across, and checked himself in a rear view mirror, to see how he looked. Above his head was a shiny, golden, circular object. It was a halo. He blinked and it was gone.
Mark couldn't believe what he saw, and since that day, he wore the tie on special occasions, bringing him luck in the process.

Peach

A peach was about to be eaten.

It was nice, juicy and hairless.

Of course, that would make it a nectarine, but it wasn't, just a special type.

A taste of that fruit and you'd feel what gods felt when they ate ambrosia.

Nothing so sweet and so pure as a peach.

Nothing so nice you wouldn't want to eat twice.

The book

The book was full of quotes and borrowed phrases, but not a single word was written.

Every word that you saw in the book had appeared like magic, through unknown methods.

Only one copy was known of this book and it was discovered in the library by mistake, when a young pupil was searching for unorthodox books about the world.

The librarian had no recollection of the book, but he loaned to the lad.

After reading the book, the boy was on cloud nine because of what his eyes saw.

Thanks to that book, he became a scholar and, soon enough, the greatest prophet the world had ever known, except that it was all in his head, because the book had ceased to exist and his mind left him soon after that.

The run

During a stormy morning, Johnny was running. Not from anyone, but for his health as he was a professional runner. He ran every morning, the only exceptions were when he happened to not be at home for the night.
In this particular run, he felt a sudden rush which spurred his run. However, there was a dog prowling around; a vicious dog.
As he ran on the street, stepping on small ponds, the dog sniffed him and started running towards him.
Jumping over a small fence, the dog nearly bit his hand, but touched his shirt instead.
The ferocious one stopped with his mission accomplished.
Johnny ran home as fast as he could, took a shower and had a little shiver.
He vowed to take revenge on the mutt, even though he had nothing around the house.

The next morning, he ran the same course. Expecting the dog, with a solution in store.
When he showed, fireworks started to blow.
He had seven in his hands and pressed one each time to scare the dog away. He managed to do just that, leaving a pile of trash behind.
Arriving home and entering the bathroom, said to himself. "Now that's one dog that won't give me any mess."

Baseball

It was a dark day. The clouds were everywhere and nobody seemed to mind the coming rain.

Yule, a shy kid from the neighborhood was having a blast actually, because, usually, when it rained, most people went inside, except for him and a couple of other shy ones.

One of the reasons he was so timid was because of his name.
He couldn't quite understand why his parents gave him that odd calling card.

His only friends were the other shy ones and they had a great time, on occasion.
However, today will not be one of those times.

Just as Yule was going to get out of the house, somebody screamed at him to watch out. His reflexes weren't so quick, therefore, he got hit in face with a baseball, knocking a couple of teeth out.

Yule fell to the ground and started crying. The person that threw the ball started laughing hard, while the one that shouted ran away, half laughing, half embarrassed.
Eventually, the one that threw hid somewhere, whilst looking like a tomato.

Yule, who had blood on his chin, crawled inside the house.
Seeing as he was all alone and with a terrible pain, he wondered what to do.
Thinking of calling some of his friends for help, reconsidered since he could barely talk. His parents were at work.

First thing he did what to go to the bathroom and wash his face.
After that, he picked up a glass and put some aspirin in it.
With his teeth in his hand, he put them under his pillow and went to sleep, despite the fact that it was 5 pm.

He woke up the next day to find that other teeth started growing in those places and that under his pillow was a dollar.

It doesn't matter how you look

- I can't go out looking like this. said Claire.
- Why not? asked John.
- Don't you know how my face, my legs, my body is, it's like I'm one of those little spiral things or whatever you call them, where the upper and lower portion is big and the middle in absent.
- But yours isn't.
- Yeah, but it's very small.
- Hey, would you rather not fit through the door?
- Well, no.
- Then, shut up and come outside already.
- Okay, but if somebody laughs, I'll... I'll...
- Nobody will laugh, now come on.
- Fine. "Takes three steps from behind the changing cabin"
- My, my, you do look stunning. What do you guys think?
- Yeah, she does. said Michael.
- Honey, if I wouldn't know you, I'd marry you in a jiffy. pointed out Clive.
- Oh, shut up Clive, you're making me blush.
- Now can we go outside, Claire? asked John.
- Okay.

As the four of them were on the streets, somebody started laughing, then people stared with their fingers pointed at her.
Claire was feeling under the weather because of this, but the guys made her feel at ease. However, somebody came near them and yelled at her "You fat cow".
This made her cry and she ran back home, despite what the guys were trying to do.

- See, that's why I didn't want to go outside, because I'm hideous.
- Shhh, honey, people don't know what true fashion is. Just because we're different doesn't mean we can't wear clothes. said Clive.
- I'll fix you up some ice cream to get back to your senses for tonight when we'll go and party in the club. said Michael.
- Okay, those people understand us.