The basket baller

 

If I would choose a line or a slogan for my life it wouldn't be otherwise transparency.

No one actually sees me or insinuate a positive intention towards me... everyone is skipping my name during hangouts and my name is totally ignored except for sports timing...

The tale of a farmer

 Since I had my job in the city, the superstition of "The crazy farmer" was still told and shared in the countryside.

The village I used to live in was small and merchants were no longer selecting or finding our crops valid for them to trade over,

especially, after that weird events took place, the reason was the crops of "Paul" whose corn roots were poisoned by spoiled fertilizers and bad soil with buried birds which rot underneath...