SourceA short story to be written in 50 words not one word less, not one word more!, for the Freewriters community to #zapfic50monday contest. Prompt: "modest"“SOUP BOWL”On market days, the city's central square transformed. Farmers came with fruits and vegetables, which they sold from modest stalls. On that day, the aroma of soup wafted from the pots. Their products were the freshest and best, the secret to the tasty soup that was famous in the territory.

![][PORTADA][Source][PORTADA FUENTE]In my everyday conversations, it's very easy for me to get confused and end up changing even the letters of the most common words, creating a whole new dictionary. This often happens with well-known brands, which end up sounding strange and can distract other people, who sense that I am making a mistake. I don't know if this curious ability could really be considered word creation, as @allentaylor invites us to do in the latest edition of Literary Game

![image.png][SEPARADOR]CHALLANGE: Blade DancerElves are a common presence in fantasy and folklore. They are also one of the eleven types of creatures you can find in Splinterlands.They are characterized by their slender and agile build, as well as their exceptional longevity and strong connection to magic.

On this occasion, I would like to combine two proposals that encourage us to be creative and, at the same time, convince @alicia2022 to share her unique perspective on this summer“Nothing in the fridge” would be that breakup letter for all those people who suddenly disappear from your life without warning, who vanish without leaving room for grief, but leaving many doubts and with stained hands, because if they leave us anything, it's a mark. All you want is for them to come back so you can tell them to fuck off.

![image.png][1][Source][F1]“PARLOR TRICKS”“It was a victimless crime”, that's what we would have said to ourselves if we had a conscience, but still the paper shredder couldn't cope. After the leak, when the results could no longer be disguised and the real figures were known, the day came when the whispers of the most fearful investors would soon turn into cries of anger. Before long we would find ourselves in hot water, swamped by lawsuits from all those clients demanding their money back.

SourceA short story to be written in 240 characters or a little less, for the Freewriters community to #ZapFicMonday contest. Prompt: “recycle"“Almazuelas”As was the custom in all the families, the women tore their old dresses and by recycle the scraps they wove beautiful quilts with which to keep warm during the long winter nights, blankets that were proudly passed from mothers to daughters.