<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855</id><updated>2017-01-02T22:28:59.516-08:00</updated><category term="365"/><category term="postcard fiction"/><category term="Flash Fiction"/><category term="Microfictions"/><category term="Sudden Fiction"/><category term="short short"/><category term="short short story"/><category term="micro-story"/><category term="Literature"/><category term="Project"/><category term="writing"/><category term="Famous"/><category term="Venezuelan Writer"/><title type='text'>365 Microfictions, Flash Fictions, Micro-Stories and Short Stories written by Sir Helder Amos</title><subtitle type='html'>365 Microfictions, Flash Fictions, Micro-Stories and Short Stories In english written by Sir Helder Amos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>814</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-3857966583624711828</id><published>2016-04-06T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-06T03:30:06.821-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>814 - The Saint Valentine&#39;s day&#39;s gift. </title><content type='html'>When she got her gift, she felt really excited to hear the meowing coming out of the box; her boyfriend had given her what she wanted: a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling excited, she took the animal out of the box, raised it in the air and, after hugging it and kissing it, she put it down and read the note that had come with the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I really hope you enjoy the gift, although it is the last one you&#39;ll receive from me, because I don&#39;t want to be a part of this relationship anymore; I love you very much, but I cannot stand your jealousy and your scenes; I hope that one day you&#39;ll learn how to control yourself and stop being such a stalker and obsessive, so you can find someone to love you because, otherwise, this small little cat I am giving you today &amp;nbsp;will be the first one of many that you&#39;ll end up having when you get old and single.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/02/815-el-regalo-de-san-valentin.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on February 14th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/3857966583624711828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/04/814-saint-valentines-days-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/3857966583624711828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/3857966583624711828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/04/814-saint-valentines-days-gift.html' title='814 - The Saint Valentine&#39;s day&#39;s gift. '/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Nueva York, Nueva York, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.7127837 -74.005941300000018</georss:point><georss:box>40.3275957 -74.651388300000022 41.0979717 -73.360494300000013</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-8711580270246773162</id><published>2016-04-05T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-05T03:30:07.426-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>813 - Love after death. </title><content type='html'>Just before the zombie ate the last piece of brain that was left on earth, he saw, a far, the zombie women whom he had loved while human; and, approaching her, he invited her to share the brain with him; just as they had done, when they were alive, the night they met, with the last piece of chocolate cake that was left on that fancy restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/02/814-amor-despues-de-la-muerte.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on February 13th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/8711580270246773162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/04/813-love-after-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8711580270246773162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8711580270246773162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/04/813-love-after-death.html' title='813 - Love after death. '/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Nueva York, Nueva York, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.7127837 -74.005941300000018</georss:point><georss:box>40.3275957 -74.651388300000022 41.0979717 -73.360494300000013</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-2506223670152967331</id><published>2016-04-04T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-04T04:00:14.802-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>812 - Infidelity and pretense. </title><content type='html'>When she got home, after having an affair with her lover, she found his husband with anther women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What are you doing with that women???!!&quot; she screamed, faking rage and desperation, while her heart raced of emotion because, finally, she would have an excuse to divorce him and be happy with her other man, whom, according to her, was her true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/02/813-infidelidad-y-apariencias.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on February 12th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/2506223670152967331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/04/812-infidelity-and-pretense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/2506223670152967331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/2506223670152967331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/04/812-infidelity-and-pretense.html' title='812 - Infidelity and pretense. '/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Seattle, Washington, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>47.6062095 -122.3320708</georss:point><georss:box>47.2636815 -122.9775178 47.9487375 -121.68662379999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-8500103166633764433</id><published>2016-03-04T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-03-04T04:00:05.710-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>811 - Love emergency.</title><content type='html'>While her husband was in the shower, in the date she had planned to revive the spark of love of their relationship that, little by little, had started to fade away due to his absorbing job as a doctor; the cellphone of his husband ringed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hello?&quot; .&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hi, is the doctor around? One of his patients just arrived to the hospital and need to be urgently attended&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m sorry&quot; said the woman &quot;but the doctor is unavailable at this moment because he is attending another emergency more important to him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/02/812-emergencia-amorosa.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on February 11th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/8500103166633764433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/03/811-love-emergency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8500103166633764433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8500103166633764433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/03/811-love-emergency.html' title='811 - Love emergency.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Los Ángeles, California, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>34.0522342 -118.2436849</georss:point><georss:box>33.2099567 -119.5345784 34.8945117 -116.95279140000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-8971778518219116978</id><published>2016-03-02T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-03-02T04:00:01.558-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>810 - Case solved.</title><content type='html'>When she walked in the detective&#39;s office and saw the tall, well-built and mystery man standing next to the window, her heart jumped and felt breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good morning, Miss, How can I help you?&quot; asked the detective when he saw her, with a gentle voice and looking her in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I... I... Well...&quot; she said, lost in the brown eyes of such magestic man &quot;I had come here to hire your services to help me find the love of my life, but...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But..?&quot; questioned her the detective.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But I think I have already found him&quot; she sais, blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/02/811-caso-resuelto.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on February 10th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/8971778518219116978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/03/810-case-solved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8971778518219116978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8971778518219116978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/03/810-case-solved.html' title='810 - Case solved.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Los Ángeles, California, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>34.0522342 -118.2436849</georss:point><georss:box>33.2099567 -119.5345784 34.8945117 -116.95279140000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-7105935986275116760</id><published>2016-03-01T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-03-01T04:00:05.952-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>809 - A sacrifice of love. </title><content type='html'>&quot;Happy Saint Valentin&#39;s day my darling!!!&quot; she was told by her new boyfriend, while he gave her a huge box of chocolates; and she, after kissing and thanking him for the present, picked, with shaky hands, one of the chocolates and put it in her mouth even though she knew she was allergic to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/02/810-sacrificio-amoroso.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on February 9th, 2015.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/7105935986275116760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/03/809-sacrifice-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/7105935986275116760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/7105935986275116760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/03/809-sacrifice-of-love.html' title='809 - A sacrifice of love. '/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Nueva York, Nueva York, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.7127837 -74.005941300000018</georss:point><georss:box>40.3275957 -74.651388300000022 41.0979717 -73.360494300000013</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-6506511577656810875</id><published>2016-02-19T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-19T04:00:12.727-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>808 - Valentine&#39;s day wishes.</title><content type='html'>A caring and loving boyfriend took his girlfriend, to celebrate Valentine&#39;s day, to a mysterious and exclusive sacred temple where they were given a small piece of paper to write three wishes about the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend, excited, because, according to the legend, the wishes that one wrote in the those pieces of paper always come true, wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish she never gets tired of me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish she alway stays by my side.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish &amp;nbsp;she loves me forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the girlfriend wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish he becomes a millionaire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish he marries me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish he dies young.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/02/809-deseos-del-dia-de-san-valentin.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on February 8th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/6506511577656810875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/808-valentines-day-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/6506511577656810875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/6506511577656810875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/808-valentines-day-wishes.html' title='808 - Valentine&#39;s day wishes.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Los Ángeles, California, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>34.0522342 -118.2436849</georss:point><georss:box>33.2099567 -119.5345784 34.8945117 -116.95279140000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-28441703473128611</id><published>2016-02-17T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-17T04:00:00.859-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>807 - The greatests days of a regular man. </title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a regular man, like you or like me, that everyday, when he woke up, he told himself: &quot;Today would be a great day full of adventures.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he told himself his motto, the regular man had his breakfast, went to his job, checked his email, then, at mid-day, he went to have lunch in the same old restaurant, after that he came back to his job, talked with his co-workers. Then, at five, he left his workplace, he complained about the traffic, he got home, he turned on the television and then, at eleven, he went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in bed, the regular man think to himself: &quot;Wow! What a great day I&#39;ve had!&quot; remembering, with a smile on his face, &amp;nbsp;the briefs moments that had made his day different from any other day. Nevertheless, just before falling asleep, his smile broke and he thought for an instant &quot;I hate my &amp;nbsp;monotonous and boring life.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/02/808-los-grandiosos-dias-del-hombre-comun.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on February 4th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/28441703473128611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/807-greatests-days-of-regular-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/28441703473128611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/28441703473128611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/807-greatests-days-of-regular-man.html' title='807 - The greatests days of a regular man. '/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-8029977776868250129</id><published>2016-02-04T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-04T04:00:05.687-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>806 - The mutiny.</title><content type='html'>When the Captain of the boat found out what the crew was planning, he descended, stealthy, to his cabin, which was in the bottom of the ship; once there, after locking up his door, he pulled his desk to one side, rolled the carpet and, without hesitating, pulled the hidden plug to drown the boat, before the treacherous crew could execute their mischievous plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/807-el-motin.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 28th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/8029977776868250129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/806-mutiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8029977776868250129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8029977776868250129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/806-mutiny.html' title='806 - The mutiny.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Los Ángeles, California, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>34.0522342 -118.2436849</georss:point><georss:box>33.2099567 -119.5345784 34.8945117 -116.95279140000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-8118333543061347896</id><published>2016-02-03T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-03T04:00:09.555-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><title type='text'>805 - The really, really, malicious stepmother. </title><content type='html'>While I was sweeping the dinning room, my stepmother interrupted me for a brief second and stole the broom from my hands to start sweeping my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What are you doing?!&quot; I asked her, exalted &quot;You know that if a maiden gets its feet swept she will never marry!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Muahahahahaha!!!&quot; She laughed, maliciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/806-la-madrastra-malvada-inteligente.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 23rd, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/8118333543061347896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/805-really-really-malicious-stepmother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8118333543061347896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8118333543061347896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/805-really-really-malicious-stepmother.html' title='805 - The really, really, malicious stepmother. '/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Manhattan, Nueva York, Nueva York, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.7830603 -73.971248800000012</georss:point><georss:box>40.590684800000005 -74.293972300000007 40.9754358 -73.648525300000017</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-8250837009394529945</id><published>2016-02-02T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-02T04:00:25.795-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>804 - The original sin.</title><content type='html'>When Adam refused to give Eve a taste of his banana; she ran, infuriated, and bit the forbidden apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/805-el-pecado-original.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 22nd, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/8250837009394529945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/804-original-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8250837009394529945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8250837009394529945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/02/804-original-sin.html' title='804 - The original sin.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-2890552635779896530</id><published>2016-01-29T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-29T04:00:21.935-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>803 - The donut, the apple and the snake.</title><content type='html'>When Eve came back home from the gym, she found, over the table, a chocolate donut and a beautiful red apple and, just before picking which one would be her snack after her training session, a snake came out, hanging, from the ceiling and told her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Com&#39;on! Grab it! You know you want it! Look how delicious it looks!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Eve, thinking that she was being stronger than the temptation, picked up the apple and bit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/804-la-dona-la-manzana-y-la-serpiente.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 22nd, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/2890552635779896530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/803-donut-apple-and-snake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/2890552635779896530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/2890552635779896530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/803-donut-apple-and-snake.html' title='803 - The donut, the apple and the snake.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-8291088394721321232</id><published>2016-01-26T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-26T03:30:54.993-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>802 - Crime of passion. </title><content type='html'>When she told him she loved him and that she would do anything for him, his eyes lit and, shamelessly, he asked her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Really? Would you do anything for me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes!&quot; she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Even kill? Would you kill for me?&quot; - he asked her, thinking about his other girlfriend, who had recently told him that she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes!&quot; She reassured him, without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/803-crimen-pasional.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 18th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/8291088394721321232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/802-crime-of-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8291088394721321232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8291088394721321232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/802-crime-of-passion.html' title='802 - Crime of passion. '/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-4263839472509469275</id><published>2016-01-25T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-25T03:30:17.052-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>801 - Home, sweet home.</title><content type='html'>After a long trip on her broom, when the witch came back to her home in the woods, which was made of gingerbread, chocolate and caramel. She took a piece of chocolate from the ceiling of her home, she ate it and read aloud the message of the carpet, which was made of bubblegum and which said: &quot;Home, sweet home.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/802-hogar-dulce-hogar.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 6th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/4263839472509469275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/801-home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/4263839472509469275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/4263839472509469275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/801-home-sweet-home.html' title='801 - Home, sweet home.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-4742659961514137694</id><published>2016-01-18T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-18T04:00:08.947-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>800 - The boy and the unicorn.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a groups of boys that always played soccer next to the forest and, one day, one of those boys kicked the ball so hard that it rolled into the forest and, before the other kids started to yell at him, he ran behind the ball to go for it, getting into the forest as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of following the trace of the ball and getting deeper into the woods, the boy found out that the ball had rolled up until a small clear a little bit further of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy reached the small clear to pick up the ball, he froze, because just in the middle of the clear was a baby unicorn, as white as snow, lying on the grass; and the unicorn noticed the boy, who was watching him amused by its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boy realized that the unicorn had noticed he was there, he tried to get a step closer to the mystical animal, but as soon as he moved, the unicorn got in his for hoofs instantly; then the boy tried to explain to the animal with signs that he was there just to get the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unicorn, understanding the boy, got closer to the ball and tried to kick it with its hoofs but he only tripped himself and almost fell, then the mystical animal tried to pass the ball to the boy with his head, but, as soon as his beautiful long and sharp horn touched the ball, it exploded doing a loudly &lt;i&gt;Boom!&lt;/i&gt; that scared the unicorn and made him run away between the trees until he got lost of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy, then, &amp;nbsp;after snapping himself back from the amusement of all he had just seem, picked up the pinched ball and came back to where his friends were waiting. And when they saw him coming back with the ball pinched, the asked him: &quot;What happened to the ball?!&quot; and the boy just answered: &quot;An evil hedgehog pinched it up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/801-el-nino-y-el-unicornio.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 13th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/4742659961514137694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/800-boy-and-unicorn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/4742659961514137694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/4742659961514137694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/800-boy-and-unicorn.html' title='800 - The boy and the unicorn.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Miami, Florida, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>25.7616798 -80.191790200000014</georss:point><georss:box>25.5329123 -80.514513700000009 25.9904473 -79.869066700000019</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-483271496985299275</id><published>2016-01-15T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-15T04:00:07.449-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>799 - Love triangle.</title><content type='html'>While the man spent his nights sleeping like a log, with his conscious clear as if he weren&#39;t doing anything wrong; his wife and the other women spent the night crying, one unable to sleep since she was too afraid that one day he would walk out of her life and leave her, and the other, unable to sleep due to the sadness and frustration that she felt because she knew that he would never be fully hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/800-el-triangulo-amoroso.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 12th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/483271496985299275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/799-love-triangle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/483271496985299275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/483271496985299275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/799-love-triangle.html' title='799 - Love triangle.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Miami, Florida, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>25.7616798 -80.191790200000014</georss:point><georss:box>25.5329123 -80.514513700000009 25.9904473 -79.869066700000019</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-8972627125801293454</id><published>2016-01-14T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-14T04:00:17.280-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>798 - Fattening the piggy bank.</title><content type='html'>After they had passed several hours complaining about the behavior of their parent, the younger of the two brothers said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why don&#39;t we kill father to receive his heritage?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Are you crazy or what?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m sorry, I wasn&#39;t thinking.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We cannot kill father, well, not yet, we have to be patient and stand him a little bit longer, while he still can work and make more money for our heritage.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Right! That&#39;s right, brother, you are so smart!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Of course, I&#39;m the older, so when father reach the mid life crisis and start to spend all his money on traveling and needless luxuries we&#39;ll get rid of him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/799-engordando-la-cochina.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 10th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/8972627125801293454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/798-fattening-piggy-bank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8972627125801293454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/8972627125801293454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/798-fattening-piggy-bank.html' title='798 - Fattening the piggy bank.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Miami, Florida, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>25.7616798 -80.191790200000014</georss:point><georss:box>25.5329123 -80.514513700000009 25.9904473 -79.869066700000019</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-1126566360604923689</id><published>2016-01-08T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-08T04:00:21.192-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>797 - The heritage.</title><content type='html'>&quot;What are you doing??!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m adding nutmeg to father&#39;s &lt;i&gt;soufflé&lt;/i&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Are you crazy?! Father is allergic to nuts!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know.&quot; She said, with a big evilly smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/798-la-herencia.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 9th, 2015.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/1126566360604923689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/797-heritage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/1126566360604923689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/1126566360604923689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/797-heritage.html' title='797 - The heritage.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Miami, Florida, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>25.7616798 -80.191790200000014</georss:point><georss:box>25.5329123 -80.514513700000009 25.9904473 -79.869066700000019</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-7841006435570638775</id><published>2016-01-06T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-06T20:04:02.885-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>796 - The untidy vampire.</title><content type='html'>Even though he knew that his friends didn&#39;t know how hard it was to tidy up when one doesn&#39;t have a reflection in the mirror. One full moon night, the vampire, who was the prettiest man when he was alive, killed all his friends and got drunk on their blood to forget all the bullying they did to him for being, all the time, untidy since he had become a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/797-el-vampiro-desalinado.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 6th, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/7841006435570638775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/796-untidy-vampire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/7841006435570638775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/7841006435570638775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/796-untidy-vampire.html' title='796 - The untidy vampire.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Miami, Florida, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>25.7616798 -80.191790200000014</georss:point><georss:box>25.5329123 -80.514513700000009 25.9904473 -79.869066700000019</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-4875880705368678956</id><published>2016-01-05T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-05T04:00:12.548-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>795 - Th No. 1 Best seller.</title><content type='html'>He was decided, therefore, he picked a white sheet of paper and started to narrate: &quot;Once upon a time...&quot; even though he didn&#39;t know what the book would be about or how it would end, he did know that the only way to accomplish his dream of writing a book was starting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2015/01/796-el-1-best-seller.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on January 1st, 2015.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/4875880705368678956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/795-th-no-1-best-seller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/4875880705368678956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/4875880705368678956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/795-th-no-1-best-seller.html' title='795 - Th No. 1 Best seller.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Miami, Florida, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>25.7616798 -80.191790200000014</georss:point><georss:box>25.5329123 -80.514513700000009 25.9904473 -79.869066700000019</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-5674263378817906669</id><published>2016-01-04T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-04T04:00:17.889-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>794 - Love is not forever.</title><content type='html'>Two years after she sacrificed herself to save the life of his beloved, she started to roll over in her grave when he payed her a visit in the cemetery to tell her that he had met another girl, and that he soon would marry her because, according to him, that would be what she would have liked: that he went on with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2014/12/795-el-amor-no-es-para-siempre.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on December 28th, 2014.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/5674263378817906669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/794-love-is-not-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/5674263378817906669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/5674263378817906669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2016/01/794-love-is-not-forever.html' title='794 - Love is not forever.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Miami, Florida, EE. UU.</georss:featurename><georss:point>25.7616798 -80.191790200000014</georss:point><georss:box>25.5329123 -80.514513700000009 25.9904473 -79.869066700000019</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-1278807045548690155</id><published>2015-12-29T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-12-29T04:00:05.363-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>793 - Christmas recession. </title><content type='html'>Even though the quality of the toys had decreased significantly, It was not until Santa could slid down the chimneys easily, without his big belly stopping his way, that he admitted that he was also affected by the economical &amp;nbsp;situation of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2014/12/794-recesion-navidena.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on December 24th, 2014.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/1278807045548690155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2015/12/793-christmas-recession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/1278807045548690155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/1278807045548690155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2015/12/793-christmas-recession.html' title='793 - Christmas recession. '/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-5482569393776947163</id><published>2015-12-28T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-12-28T04:00:18.864-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>792 - The iron statue.</title><content type='html'>When I came out of the school, I saw one of my weakest student sitting in front of the iron statue of the founder of the school, he was staring at it with a sad and empty look on his eyes. So I, worried, &amp;nbsp;approached him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Looking at the statue, uh?&quot; I asked him in a friendly manner.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yeah.&quot; He answered with a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is something wrong?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nope, it&#39;s just that sometimes I would like to be made of iron &amp;nbsp;like this statue&quot; he said &amp;nbsp;with melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So no one could make me bent down to my knees and I could just remain on my two feet, standing strong.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, but I can make bent down this statue to its knee.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How?&quot; he asked me, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Look&quot; I said, taking a lighter and a key-ring of a miniature of the statue out of my pocket. Then I put the mini statue in the ground in the same way the real statue was standing and, afterwards, I lighted the lighter and put it close to the knees of the key-ring.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t understand.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Look&quot; I repeated, and after a few seconds, the fire started to melt the knees and legs of the mini statue and it fell to the ground bending down to its knee. My student looked shocked. &quot;Get it?&quot; I asked him, thinking that I had showed him something that didn&#39;t need an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes, yes, thank you!&quot; he told me with a big smile and shining eyes as he grabbed his things and ran out of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, you cannot imagine how much I regretted not explaining my point to my little student, when the fire alarm ran off because he had locked all the student that had bullied him in the gym and had set them on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2014/12/793-la-estatua-de-hierro.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on December 21st, 2014.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/5482569393776947163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2015/12/792-iron-statue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/5482569393776947163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/5482569393776947163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2015/12/792-iron-statue.html' title='792 - The iron statue.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-4098382498452839896</id><published>2015-12-01T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-12-01T03:30:03.244-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>791 - Patience, patience.</title><content type='html'>Even though he was sure that &lt;i&gt;good things come to those who wait,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;he kept checking the clock every minute that seemed like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2014/12/792-paciencia-paciencia.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on December 14th, 2014.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/4098382498452839896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2015/12/791-patience-patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/4098382498452839896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/4098382498452839896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2015/12/791-patience-patience.html' title='791 - Patience, patience.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145991732859755855.post-6479998096370164602</id><published>2015-11-30T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-11-30T04:00:04.147-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="365"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Famous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="micro-story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Microfictions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postcard fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Project"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venezuelan Writer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing"/><title type='text'>790 - The mask.</title><content type='html'>That day I was tired, so I don&#39;t know if this story I&#39;m about to tell is real or if it was just a prank of my imagination; but the other day, while I was in the dinning room of the witch waiting for my best friend, who was getting a tarot reading, between all the images of saints, the crystal balls, masks and the dream catchers that were hanging from the walls, the one that called my attention was one mask made of brown skin, with long black hair, two rounded holes for the eyes, big cheeks and a fine red line that represented the mouth slightly smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that mask, I was so astonished by it that I couldn&#39;t take my eyes off of it during the whole time I was there, in the silence of the dinning room, where one could only hear the tick-tock, of the clock every time a second passed; therefore, you cannot imagine my surprise when, out of the sudden, the fine red line of the mask split into two finer red lines and said with a cold and deadly voice &quot;Hello&quot; but just in that moment, before I could even react to what had just happened, my best friend came out, pissed, of the room where the witch was reading her the tarot, and we left immediately afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later on, when I told my best friend what had happened to me, she assured me that she hadn&#39;t seen any mask, in the dinning room of the witch, like the one I had told her about, and she also told me that I shouldn&#39;t worry about it, because it must have been just a cheap trick of that liar and fake witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.365microcuentos.com/2014/12/791-la-mascara.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Published on December 8th, 2014.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/feeds/6479998096370164602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2015/11/790-mask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/6479998096370164602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145991732859755855/posts/default/6479998096370164602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.365microfictions.com/2015/11/790-mask.html' title='790 - The mask.'/><author><name>Sir Helder Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372718225832265746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_CmW4E834/WGtDeb5VCZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/aFWIX1CS-FsVNgZ4XAhbjnFZSf2yTymbwCK4B/s150/MK%2BULTRA%2BMASTER%2B%2BLOW%2BDEF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>