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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
What You Don't SeeCan you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there.
Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes.
Sorry, I see I made you flinch. That was just me chuckling, no need to be alarmed. I noticed you've spun around in your chair to try and see where I am. You see me, but you don't even realize it.
See, there's a smile... you might be thinking you're being silly and there's nothing there. Even so, you continue to listen to my voice... Have you gone mad? Maybe you're tired. Yes,
Except me - Greninja(contains vore, theres your warning.)
It was a warm summer evening as the sun made its last appearance in the day and vanished from the minds and hearts of the populace for another eight hours, as it would make another cycle and another for many, many more decades to come.
Alone on a small beach, were two figures. One was a young human girl, the other, her loyal Greninja, whom she had received a few years back when she first started traveling Kalos. The pair were known to be inseparable and it was thought that if they could, they would be one. No matter if it were physical or metaphorical, they, and everyone who knew them, could tell that was a fact.
The Greninja, whom had been named Hideaki, had an idea about how to do such a thing, which he was planning to put into practice in this quiet beach. He stayed close to his girl, named Jenny, and kept a close watch out.
Soon, the sun had set and the moon came up, only slightly illuminating the pair. It didn't matter.
Hideaki slowly stopped
~Pasado oscuro, Juegos de la Mafia~Cap12
Capitulo 12° : No quiero esto!!! ; Comienzan los Juegos.
No se lo que paso antes....no lo se..solo recuerdo que mi respiración volvía a salir de mis pulmones, que mi cabeza me martillaba con imágenes e voces, que también pedían lo peor¿por que....que se supone que es esto?"-Fionna¿no lo sabes?¡SOMOS UNA MAQUINA DE MATAR!" recordé..esa voz, es idéntica a la mía solo que, sus intenciones eran tan oscuras como el tinte de esa voz, tuve miedo, tenía miedo que "ella" volviera..la recuerdo ahora, antes sus crueles y spisicopatas palabras, me acompañaban en esa celda en la que me encontraba presa, en aquel lugar, donde tanto daño me hicieron, donde siento que gracias a "ellos" algo importante..muy importante olvide, ademas de habérmelo arrebatado
...yo..¡Yo No Seré Lo Que Es Voz Me Dice!..no quiero..por favor, por favor...te lo ruego, no me....no me obligues a
yoglabs - no one lives forever"Lalna? Are you okay?"
With a grunt, Lalna propped himself up on his elbows. He blinked his eyes open, trying to focus on the floor beneath him. A smear of blood came into focus and he groaned, bringing his hand to his head. His elbow gave out underneath him and he collided with the floor again.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him up, propping him against the wall. His vision focused into the dark eyes of Honeydew.
"Jesus, Lalna!" he exclaimed, pushing hair out of the scientist’s face. "What the hell happened?!"
A hoarse chuckle escaped from Lalna’s lips. “You better get out of here before Xephos catches you,” he muttered, absentmindedly rubbing his sore jaw.
Bastard got me good, he thought to himself bitterly.
"What do you mean, ‘before Xephos catches me’?" The dwarf’s eyes travelled down to his throat. "Fuck," he breathed in surprise.
Quickly, Lalna’s hands went to his zipper and zipped his labcoat back up to his neck. “Leav
-hetalia sleeping with sheep help-
hetalia sleeping with sheep project.
for you who don't know or do know.
The sleeping with sheep CD is a hetalia CD from the series.
It portrays the countries putting you and other countries to bed by counting sheep.
Now these are completely in Japanese. And while they still sound amaze,
it would be nice if some of us could plug in our ipods and not have to turn them on to read subtitles.
this is where, you the viewer come in
we need people who would be willing to dub.
this is purely for communities sake so im sorry but i cant give you anything in return.
now, for the voices i need for now im pretty sure i need:
that's all i got for now
here are examples of the tracks
Not always with a smile Calles was so proud of himself. He just couldn’t stop staring at his chest,which was now big enough to start protecting it. It doesn’t really mattered for him what’s inside,the important thing was it’s big,and full of the stuffs he must’ve collected. The only thing,which made him sad was,that he couldn’t brag about it to noone.When he started to talk about his treasure chest to someone,they turned away from him. Oh,well,whatever,he still has what he needs for a life long. Suddenly a weird instinct told him to get the little thing out from his treasure chest,which Samusagi gave him. He was still curious what was it. He examined it,looked at it,but magical stuffs were still weird for him,so he simply threw it back,and closed the chest.
Calles went to classes,but when he pushed his hands in his pocket,next to his talisman there was the golden brooch,he got from Samusagi. He took it out with a shock
Innocent as she appeared to be, she bit her tongue about the heinous sight she had once seen as a creature so young. In her younger years, she was petrified of this monster, and she kept it locked in her treasure chest as if it would destroy everything that she had worked up for. What will her parents say? A monster? What nonsense. She should know better than to make up myths that have no relevant place amongst society.
Yet there she laid, all stiff and frantic eyes searching ever so closely for the sign of life. She needed to prove that she was not crazy. She needed to prove that the monster was not in her mind this time but in her room, where it could snatch and turn her fragile body into nothing but ash and dust. Even in her slumber was she conscious of her eerie bedroom. She listened ever so closely. She waited for the crackle of bones, the heart dropping sound of its slimy legs thumping on the hard, fridge, wooden floor. The atmosphere did not drop unless it made its presen
Except me - Mega Mawile(contains vore, here is a warning.)
The Mawile and her trainer had been together for a good long while, her being the first pokemon that her trainer, Rachel, had caught. The two were quite close, as were Rachel and her Boyfriend, Daniel. Mawile had the ability to mega Evolve, and Rachel had all the gear for it. The pair had a lot of trust, and it was about to be put to the test, in more ways then one.
It was set, a large field for battle, Daniel and Rachel were about to have a friendly fight. The Mawile, called Quinn, was used first by Rachel, and Mega evolved right away. What was more amazing, was that she managed to defeat her foe in one go. Both of the trainers looked astounded.
"Wow... That's strong." Rachel exclaimed.
"Must be all that extra defense she has, she technically has three mouths." Daniel agreed.
They both approach Quinn with great interest, forgetting the battle. Daniel looks into one maw, Rachel the other. Quinn sensed an opportunity that would be for mutual gain for
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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