Karoshi

He worked at home. He worked at work. He worked in dreams. Nobody worked the day he died.

Ravisher

I know. She isn’t beautiful. It was her skin that attracted me. White as paper sheet, waiting a drawing from me. I’m not a racist, don’t get me wrong. I like it for other reasons. I’ll confess: I liked her because it seemed to fuck a dead body. Expect for the fact she was warm. So it was perfect. She made no sound, ever. Her eyes were empty and her face has no expression. And she liked this way. When she came once in a while I heard a whisper, but it sounds like a last sigh. Now, nine years since she broke with me, I have this funny sensation. It is like she’s really dead. I miss her.

Fate

I was born in Brazil, which means: I was raped at birth. Screwed from the start, I'm a waiter at a brothel. It makes sense.

Hell follows him

They are the scumbags who fucked his attempts to play soccer when he was a kid. "Fags cant' play", they said then. Now, as teenagers, they really fucked him in the alley. The fatty one puked in his back when he finished.

Hangover

A heckler heals her head in the hospital. "What the hell is happening?...".