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11. SadnessThey say sadness comes from a feeling of disadvantage, loss and helplessness. I dont feel disadvantaged in any way, I havent lost a thing except for maybe a few coins in favour of a bottle of sweet juice, and I deffinitely dont feel helpless. But I feel sad. So what am I, outer-deffinitionally-sad? I dont know where this feeling came from, but all of a sudden, as if it had been in the air, I felt sad, and the feeling hasnt left me since then, a few days ago. I walk around the world as if I were in a bubble, as if that bubble softened every sound except for those of cars roaring and people yelling, softened every touch, so that mostly I feel nothing. Its as if my whole body had fallen asleep, like when your foot tingles and you can poke it with something sharp and youll only feel that somethings touching your foot, but not what and how much that hurts or feels good. What I do know is that I no longer want to feel th
He wore a pink dress of the finest silk, courtesy of a close friend. But what good did the dress do if he couldnt wear it in public? He wanted people to see him, but, most of all, he wanted to walk in the gardens of the palace without disruption.
His dad would never allow. a man does not dress in womens clothes. A man, a man of royalty like you, above all, must always defend his dignity and honor, which you destroy completely by wearing those dresses He would say somehting like that, surely, and then he would forbid dresses to be brought into the palace if he didnt posess a key to the cloest they were to be stored in.
All Frank wanted was a walk around the gardens in the lovely pink dress his friend Jonatan had bought him. So, to try to make his wish come true, he called in a conference with Jonny and Will. They were the only 2 who knew about his obsession.
The plan was good, and they hoped it wouldnt fail.
The hole on the other side of the pal
9. DoomI sat there apathetically motionlessly staring at the shadows flickering over the graffiti-covered walls 20 feet away from me. I squinted as I suddenly saw a shadow coming towards me, becoming larger and larger until some evil person stood in front of me blocking my sight.
YOU! Evil creature! Will you stand aside, I MUST observe the shadows or else they will flee!
He sat down beside me, but his intrusion had scared them all away and all my precious work of over a century had dissipated into thin air. I could KILL him! I noticed I was strangling him when his hand fell on my thigh, the pervert! I let him go, he had to be alive to be scolded, after all. The yelling didnt serve to bring him to his sense, though. He kept trailing his hand up and down my thigh, and then, suddenly, he straddled me! I lost all my wits right then and slapped the ignorant being across the face. First he bereft me of my lifes efforts, then he mocks me, and now he tries to seduce me!
8. Novel Tis a novel way of looking at life, it is.
Indeed, I agree, yet, is it in accordance with the Holy Bible?
Sir, your disciples shall have to figure that out, because, with all due respect, I have not enough knowledge of the Holy Bible to be judge upon such delicate matters.
Very well, I shall set 3 of my monks to the task of analyzing the problem at hand thoroughly.
Yes, but do have them proceed with discretion, I dont want rumors to set out into the city about the respectabilty of my palace
Of course, they will work with the highest secrecy, and noone shall know what they are about.
Very well, so it be then. And now, there was something else you asked of me?
Yes, indeed. But I believe we should go into more private rooms for that
Of course. Let us go into my chambers. Come.
7. PiratesWe were pirates, travelling through the seas of the mind and taking what we wanted. There was so much non-useful stuff that eventually we had to give out a few brains per a million people that would contain all the bullshit thoughts. The good ones were archivated in the Great Secretary of Whiteness. Us, the elite group of the Collectors' disciples, were destined to go out there and pick up the White Ones. The Boredoms were to lisen to all the thoughts we dropped in, a tedious work, very boring and monotonous. The excitement of my job was the adventure. I have witnessed many brilliant thoughts, I've seen their creation, seen how the cells connected and rejoiced when I successfully pulled the fresh thought from the mind. Some were really egoistic about their thoughts, they just wouldn't let go. I hated when that happened, because sometimes the cells would mutate in a matter of seconds and start biting me.
Todays my last day of work, then I leave for my vacations. So, think!
Ah, there's o
6. PessimisticSlow currents of air forced themselves through the small window. The others were all closed. It was hot and humid, very humid. She could have sworn they were in the tropic, but was it so? No, they werent. But the weather suited the situation in a twisted way.
Smiles and laughter had gone with her. Fun and happyness had packed their bags and left. They didnt know how to go on, if there was even a future.
Their black clothes nearly choked them, but she wouldnt let them wear anything else, and they had nothing else, either. It wasnt fitting for these children to walk around in black. They should run away, they should flee. But she wanted to stay, she didnt let them. How often had they begged her, and she had always responded the same way. The bruises on their backs would never heal if she didnt stop. And to make her stop they would have to stop telling her they had to leave, now. But they didnt want to give up, and they knew very well they wouldn&
5. DreamsBeads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him he was more and more surrounded by colorful beads.
The pillow was choking him.
La CortinaSiempre se había movido, y nunca me había dado cuenta. Se movía en olas lentas, como si estuviese respirando lentamente, como lo hacen los ancianos. "Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung". No había sonido alguno, nunca había habido, y no supuse que iría a haber algún día. Sólo el movimiento. Como un barco, meciéndose sobre la tranquilas olas del mar caribe, sospechando absolutamente nada mientras los marineros duermen y sueñan de casa, o de islas tropicales llenas de mujeres bellas.
Como una madre que baila lentamente con su hijo en brazos para que duerma, cantándole con su dulce voz una canción de cuna, la más bella. Como la suave y lenta canción de cumbia en aquel restaurante remoto en mitad del desierto, casi abandonado, casi solitario, tan lleno de vida.
Yo estaba barriendo la casa como me lo había pedido mi madre cuand
3. Content3. Content
It would be disastrous.
There had not been enough rehearsals, he didnt know his text, and he didnt even want to participate. It had been his best friends idea, Matts. At the diner, Pennys, they had found it a good idea, but now, 3 months later and a lot more nervous, he found it had nothing good about it at all. No, nothing. He wanted to get it over with, with as few public humiliation as possible, and then he wanted to disappear for at least half a year. Why had he ever agreed to do this? Hed known the older kids would think he was a fag for doing this! Why did he expose himself to the school in tights and reciting heroic lines, then?
Well, of course, he could argue that he had had no idea that the play to be put on stage was Robin Hood, but he could have informed himself before recklessly joining the drama club. How ignorant of him! At least Matt was in it with him, but that didnt help much, because he was playing the k
Dark!N.ItalyxReader: An obsessive-compulsive loveDark! N. Italy x Reader: An obsessive-compulsive love
He loves you too much…
He wants you to call for his name all the time…
He wants to see you everyday…
He wants to touch your (s/c) soft skin…
He is obsessed with you…
Time is ticking… One second, two seconds, three seconds… Every second counts. Where are you? You said you would come by 7:30 PM. But, what time is it? You are already five minutes late. He gets agitated when you get late. What if you forgot that you will be meeting him tonight? Whoever is making you late will bring them to their graves. They have no right to steal you from him. You only belong to him and you are oblivious of that. You only see him as like a brother to you. Feliciano Vargas was your best friend since high school and you two graduated together from the same college with the same course.
Feliciano is a cheery male and tends to depend on you all the time. He would cook his fa
Rescue Red [Night Thief]
Red stood at the water's edge. Only two inches from her toes there lay a ten foot ledge that felt as if it were hundreds of free-falling miles down. Cold, icy waves splashed against the concrete. A man stood behind her, breathing down her neck. He was tall, round, and wide, and his hands were clenched in fists. He was squeezing his hands tighter together, and then releasing his fingers. It was in a rhythm that resembled a heart-beat. "I've got my eye on you." He muttered. Red stood up-right, while the wind blew her skirt around her in a frenzy. Her eyes were unflinching, and she was staring into the distant, moon-lit horizon. It was as if she didn't hear his voice. "I'm going to ravish your body, I have a lust for you that can't be satisfied. No amount of your helplessness will be enough for me, I crave your vulnerability. I want to do things to you that you have no control over." He murdered in her ear, low and soft. Behind his voice there was a strong desire to harm, a desire
Smtry's Childhood (canon story) chap 1Chapter 1
"It Must Be a Dream"
Yet another day… A day after my 5th birthday… But I don't see the difference anyway,
This day started precisely like the day yesterday, I woke up of hearing that my parents
was jelling on each other again. (I don’t like to hear them jelling on each other)
I heard a big SMACK! and that dad walked with angry steps out from the room, then I heard the car engine started and derived away. I got up from my bed and walked out from my room to find mom.
Smtry: MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?
Mom: … I’m here Smtry…
I follow where the voice was coming from until I feel moms back, she where rising up from the floor. I grabbed her hand and tried to help mom up on feet too.
Smtry: Mom, are you okay?
Mom: Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me...
We walked down the stairs and in to the living room.
Smtry: Mom, why where you and dad jelli
Avenging AuraHis footsteps echoed off the hard, black pavement, running, always running from them. “Chase, please come back. We’re not going to hurt you. We just need to talk to you.” They called his name, but he wasn’t stupid enough to believe them. They would kill him the second they caught him, which is why he could never look back, why he had to keep running. So they could never catch him, so they could never completely kill his and Aura’s love.
“I have to keep going for Aura. I’m coming for you,” he told himself. It was the only way to keep himself going, to think of her. Her pale blonde hair that fell just above her waist, her soft, blue-green eyes that shone with an angelic shine, and her silky smooth pale cream skin. Yes, think of her. God, baby, I miss you. He turned down a dark alleyway and hid behind a dumpster.
“Where’d he go?” One of them said, looking around the alleyway confused. “Come out, Chase I know you
04 - Dark04 - Dark.
The streets that night were deserted: only bad people came out after the hours of one o'clock here, that or their victims, and by the time three o'clock rolled by, they were mostly gone.
But this particular street was a ghost town even at peak times: a little piece of London that seemed only to lie dormant.
Neon signs from either side of the street, now flashing erratically in their age, didn't so much illuminate the pavement as give it a sickly pink or green hue that mixed with the dull concrete to create the look of some fine film of mould, forming over the cracked pavement, or in the few puddles spattered here and there, where the colours from the various signs mixed in a nauseating ripple effect.
Moonlight didn't penetrate the cloud, nor did stars glow in the polluted night sky, but the light from sodium lamps further down the street and across the city cast a uniform, lifeless orange glow across the sky, giving the sky itself an almost luminous quality.
In the dis
The Birthday of Tim.It was Tim’s seventh birthday that day. I still remember it well. Tim was a wonderful child. He was an adorable grey furred cat. He was short and a little thin, like most healthy boys his age. He always knew what to say to make people happy.
Tim’s seventh birthday was something special to him. His mother, a great friend of mine, had rented out part of the local ice-cream place. It was lovingly called “The ice-cream bar” since it was built inside a building that once held the local watering hole.
There weren’t too many people in the party. Tim’s mother was a single mom, she didn’t have a man with her. I was there, of course. I helped decorate the banners and put a nice present onto the pile of presents we had for the little boy.
A few of his friends were there. All little, giddy children. They were running around, laughing and playing as kids do. The area that had not been rented by the birthday boy’s parent was full of glum-looking adults
naughty readersI bounced around the house looking for that bitch Belarus, she's after my boyfriend again, hope she burns in he-
"BIG BROTHER!" her voice yelled, running over I saw her holding a vase.....OH NO! thats the vase with Russia's most loved sunflower in it!
"B-Belarus....please put down the vase slowly" she smiles coming forward and suddenly...
down went the vase, I growl running over and punching her
in the face went the punch
went her foot into my stomach
we went right into the wall to see Russia holding us there.
"what.are.you.two.doing" he breaths heavily, I whimper slightly.
"s-she broke it!" I point to her, she points to me
"no! she did it brother!" she screams loudly, I whimper as I feel him shift from us
"both of you, to my room NOW!!" flinching we bolt to the room and wait
"this is all your fault" I mummer shaking, I jump hearing him enter
"you two have been very naughty" I gulp moving back slightly
"s-sweetie please it wasn't me" I whim
Eras mi amigoEra un día de verano normal, sol resplandeciente, niños en los parques, madres de compras en las tiendas, helados en todo sitio y una pequeña niña encerrada en su hogar..Muchos se preguntaban el.. ¿Por qué nunca sale?..¿No tiene amigos?.. ¿Sus padres no se preocupan?..Y un sinfín de otro estilo de preguntas, tales como.. ¿Quién es?.. ¿Cómo será?.. ¿Cuál será su nombre?.. Pero nadie sabía la verdadera realidad de aquella, porque pues si tenía un “amigo”, si existía alguien con quien jugar dentro de su casa, pero.. ¿Quién era?.. Nadie le conocía, solamente ella..
- ¿Eres mi amigo? – Preguntaba la pequeña mientras observaba al ser que se encontraba frente a ella. – ¿Me quieres? – Le seguía insistiendo al chico de cómo tres años mayor en apariencia físic
Christmas Card Mystery Chapter 3
3 Hard to Sleep Tonight
Charity watched Tess narrowly as her friend tried to nerve herself to make her plea. She was frantic, even half-crazed. All day and all evening, she had been happy and even enthusiastic. That all had changed the minute Mrs. Vandiver mentioned her old friends Halle, Katte, Moira, and Reine. Especially Reine. Was Reine bullying her? “It’s Reine, isn’t it?” Charity asked, drawing a start and stare from Tess. “Reine’s doing something to you.”
“How do you know that?” Tess squeaked, wringing her hands.
Charity explained. “I saw the way you reacted when your mom told you about them coming over after dinner. You really didn’t like hearing Reine’s name! Not that I can blame you about that. What a witch! No wonder you”—
“Charity, it’s not her fault!”
4. Change4. Change
It had always moved, and I had never noticed. It moved in slow waves, as if it were breathing slowly, like old people do. 'Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung'. There was no sound, there had never benn, and I assumed there would never be. Just the movement. Like a ship, rocking on the tranquile waves of the Carabian sea, suspecting absolutely nothing while the sailors sleep and dream of home, or of tropical islands full of beautiful women.
Like a mother that dances slowly with her son in her arms so he sleeps, singing a sleeping song to him in her sweet voice, beautiful. Like the soft and slow cumbia song in that restaurant in the middle of the desert, almost abandoned, almost solitary, so full of life.
I was sweeping the house as my mother had asked me when I noticed. The curtain had ceased its movement, and it was then that I noticed that it had always moved. I never knew how, but I knew i
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