Stories

An omen as clear as cold ice: "the son will be just like his father."
by scaccabarrozzi

Anatomically, all animals stop with one foot first.
by scaccabarrozzi

To jump is to foretell that you will land on your feet, unless you slip and fall.
by scaccabarrozzi

After all, a book with its stories it's only made by some dots and lines.
by scaccabarrozzi

He clenched the hand in a fist and threw two quick hooks to his chin, slashing his jaw with the second.
by scaccabarrozzi

He clenched the hand in a fist and threw two quick hooks to his face.
by scaccabarrozzi

The knife stuck in the person's flesh. Now he's gone, to lack him and be deficient of him is only disgrace. We owe him an eulogy.
by scaccabarrozzi

Dīng-dōng! They ring a fourth time, someone's outside home. May it just be my big brother?
by scaccabarrozzi

I sing this song for my big brother's departure, he left for the war and we all miss him
by scaccabarrozzi

Lay the grass down when you hear thunder, then they will bud.
by jecho99

Choosing is progressing. So, don't get stuck with too much thinking. Go for it and then decide.
by HanziBox

It looks like a hummingbird beating its wings rapidly.
by HanziBox