This story is about a little kite. Little

This story is about a little kite. Little kite was flying high in the sky. Then she said to herself "what is going to happen is all my friends are going to have a party with me"

The anthropomorphic and apparently social kite then reflected on the cost of twine, when a wind gust blew her into power lines, engulfing her in flames.

She screamed on pain as her tail disintegrated in the fire. Her skeleton melted as the electricity burned through her. Plastic smoke wafted upwards. A living kite, dying on wires

what an awesome way to kill my wife's cat I thought. Charred flesh, sinew and smoky fur rained down and I lifted my face to the sky. There will be a reckoning but first I will kill

as much as I can. Maybe I'll even kill myself...but that is for later, much later, when half the world is burning. I snap my fingers and

it starts to rain. With half the world burning a little rain never hurt. Now to tend to the cave, I must prepare for the worst. Hope for the best. Adjusting my ipod I head to

No, wait.. Ipods don't exist in this global warming apocalypse. I'm having a flashback. In the cave a severed head was impaled on a stalagtite or is it stalagmite? Dang I can never

got it wrong. It is Loose to bang the briches, or shall have been around the wall, and not around the seconds elapsed writing this passage! Oh Shit it's Yours!

OK!I'm thinking,but there's no time!Just write something and try to make sense!OK!English is not even my first language!I'm from Brazil!And what the fuck are briches?I can't do it.