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SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 2SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 2
7 dias despues...
bien aqui estoy , en mexico , extrañando a brenda , a mi amor , espero que sea muy feliz con bruno , y yo ? , pues , en plena balacera , contra unos malandros enemigos , herido en el brazo recordando lo que paso , como termine aqui
vicente : vamos *dispara* eso es todo ???
enemigo : claro que no
migel : pues creo que si *dispara , y mata a varios*
paty : bien , terminamos con todos
vicente : bueno , vamonos antes de que llege la chota
migel y paty : ok *se van*
mientras que con bruno...
bruno pov : pues , ire por ti brenda , y matare a vicente , para que ya no se interponga
bruno : cuanto cuesta
Death. Dying. What a pleasant story, right? I could go on, and on about death, but, you would die before I finished (the pun, yes, I know.) so I'm going to make it quick.
How I got to be like this is a long story. Basically, all my life, I've been "special," and people have been hunting me. Well, they got me. In the year 3002, they can kill you painlessly and slowly. That is what is happening right now. My body is shutting down.
What it feels like...boy, this...this is the longest part. "The light at the end of the tunnel," you know, that phrase? It's actually pretty accurate. With my eyes closed, and no last words to utter,
The Mistress's TaleThe trip to Canterbury was one of great advent’a,
Unless, of course, you were a maiden of great dementia.
The roads were filled with squires, nuns, and monks,
And gentlemen who thrived in the game of hunts.
Upon this road was one that strode in the back,
She was ridden upon a horse, mane of white, fur of black.
Upon the woman’s crown
Was a top hat, large and round.
The countenance she bore was one of mystery,
And her voice was one that could entrance a flee.
The Mistress, she was called
If you thought it scandalous, she would be appalled.
No, the name itself meant great estate owner,
One with servants and plenty of money for do
NoireRecordaba aquel día como si hubiese sido ayer mismo. No sabía cuanto tiempo había pasado exactamente desde entonces. ¿Un par de años? Eso era lo de menos, podía haber pasado pagina y haber escapado de aquello de innumerables formas, pero optó por la opción más fácil: el alcohol.
El bar estaba vacío, aunque no es que estuviese nunca precisamente hasta los topes. Si hacía memoria e intentaba unir los pocos fragmentos coherentes de los últimos años, se recordaba más tiempo en aquel antro que en su propio apartamento.
Pequeñas gotas de lluvia tintineaban suavemente contra las ventanas, parecía ser que estaba cayendo una buena. Sobre la barra de
Salvation“How many did you want again?”
“Thirty. You have it right.” The man dressed in white doused out his cigar. He picked up the thirty packs of white powder from the table and placed them in his pocket.
“You ain’t gonna weigh them?” asked the bald, short, and chunky man standing beside him.
The other man smiled and patted the baldman on the back. “There isn’t any reason for you to double cross me, is there?” The bald man shook his head.
“No, of course not. But there is one problem- you talk too much.” The man in the white suit pulled out his revolver and placed a bullet b
YesterdaySal woke up early today, the clock on her table showed 05:27. But she knew that when she's awake she can't fall asleep again.
Sal sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes. But when she looked up again she couldn't recognize the room! she couldn't remember what happened the night before and she had no idea where she was.
Sal grabbed the door handle but the door was locked. Why couldn't she remember what happened yesterday? she thought about what she had done yesterday and started at the morning.
I woke up. took clothes on. ate breakfast. packed my backpack. said goodbye to mum. But then it became hard to remember. It was like the time, two years ago when her friends made her drink so much that she got a blackout. blood. why is it the only word there comes to my mind, why is it that I think of blood?
The Time Is Now last chapterthe time is now chapter 5
the final chapter:
timas point of view:
now, i know that roes mum doesn't remember who roe, me or mina are and i also know that roe has mysteriously dissapeared somewhere... but where.
no-ones point off view:
mina woke up from a dream, but not any dream, it was the dream that roe had before she was... TAKEN!
mina was still sleepy till she saw a creepy shadow in front of her bed, of course she took no notice of it but it made a huge banging sound... IT WAS ROE!
mina said " ro..roe? is that you? what are you doing here, me and tima where looking everywhere for you imean where could you have been? wait, roe ge
Mistaken Identity When I first arrived at the cabin in the woods, I had no intention of staying, but something, or someone called upon me to remain at my destination. My first instinct was to turn around and never look back. I chose to stay. Once I crossed the barrier, I knew that there was no turning back. Looking around, I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone was watching me within the shadows. But I was convinced it was all in my imagination. Any sane person would have turned and walked right out of this dreadful obscenity. At this point I was no longer thinking rationally. I chose to keep on walking and face whatever lay ahead of me like a man.
This cabin left little to the imagination. Looking around, I felt as if I was trapped in my own personal hell. The cabin looked abandoned; as if it hadn’t been lived in for many years. As I made my way through the old cabin, I knew I shouldn’t be here. The walls were stai
Insanity“Insanity is an odd but equally perishable fruit. So they just give it an expiration date in hope it will go away.”
She walked down the empty halls, aimless and confused. Metallic screams echoed behind her, screeching as she tried to find her room. She couldn’t help wondering why it was that she was in a place like this. She had a good education. She had several close friends. She was very intelligent for her age… And yet here she was.
They had managed to lock her up. They’d also managed to break her down. Here it didn’t matter who you were. You could be white or black, bright or dim, human or beast...
Just Pray -Kennel Disaster Pt. 1They say you're safe in the mountains, that it's like being in a forcefield that just keeps the storms out. But that's not really true. But if they make it past that barrier, if they find that passage before they spin out looking for it, it's devesation. They're caught, looking for a way out and until they find it, or wind down, it's on. Bouncing from mountain to mountain, ripping through valleys and hollers without remorse.
This was the lesson we learned that day, that you're never really safe.
The news had said severe thunderstorms were on their way, to take heed of damaging winds and hail and rain. But that was all they said before the po
Atoms Everything is made of atoms. Air, metal, plastic, concrete, wire, milk, glass, tables, linoleum, microwaves, frozen lasagne. People. Groups of atoms making matter making cells making tissues making organs making systems making bodies.
This is what Peter thinks as the microwave mmmmmmmmmms. The spinning pre-cooked meal is a hypnotist’s pendant to his vacant eyes, creating a trance in which he is free to explore the possibilities locked in his head.
In childhood, Peter was easily amused. Toasting, squeezing, stretching, painting and eating. These were his favourite things. He despised watching television. His m
Wanna Go Out - Chapter 4When Rigby heard the door open, he squeezed his eyes shut. Since he had found Mordecai, no one had come into the bathroom to either go to the toilet or check on him. He braced for the yelling, but instead he heard soft footsteps behind him.
"Hey Rigby, we're gonna go-"
Rigby slowly opened his eyes when he heard the voice to be Bensons and he breathed out slowly. Benson knelt down next to him, his eyes wide. "What happened?"
Recollecting his thoughts, Rigby looked back at Mordecai and replied. "I just found him unconscious on the floor."
"Has he moved at all?"
Rigby shook his head. "He hasn't woken up either."
"Has anyone been in the bathroom since you found him?"
He shook his head again. "No."
Benson fell silent as he checked Mordecai over. He found a pink line on Mordecai's neck. "No one attacked him..." He muttered.
Benson glanced at him. "There's a mark on his neck."
"Oh...that's probably from when he went unconscious and fell on the floor. He probably knocked himself on the
Soul's Escape Chapter 4CHAPTER FOUR
When Burgundy’s execution was finished, it was about 2:30 in the morning. Needless to say, everybody was tired and left to go to bed. Even though everybody had just watched a young woman die, they didn’t feel the least bit fazed. They were getting used to watching people die at this point.
At about 10:00 or 11:00 everybody was awake again. Everybody was going about their day in the resort when another announcement came on.
“Hello, everyone! I hope you all had a good night’s rest. I forgot to mention something that I believe is important. The student you are supposed to kill has an assistant that does some
Positively GlowingDown in a daisy-strewn valley in the middle of nowhere, lay a humble town with humble people and quite humble houses. The weather was nice and the townsfolk even nicer; they’d give their life for a stranger in need. At the same time every day, darkness was drawn over this quaint little town, with men and women alike turning in to rest their sleepy little heads. Not a sound was heard in the middle of the night; the wind was calm and even the mice had curled up to bed. But there was always one light on at the end of the block, a blinding beacon to all who dared to look out at the foreboding sight.
It was an unearthly glow, like one strai
Twin BladeSienna felt like she was melting on the couch from absolute boredom that morning. Summer vacation had just begun and she didn’t have anything to do. The summer heat made it feel impossible to go outside at all, and there was nothing to do inside but lay in the cool refreshing air condition all day. “What should we do Zelds?”
Hmm, I don’t know. Talk maybe? Zelda responded inside her head.
There were a few moments of silence before Sienna sprung up into a sitting position, “Can I tell you a secret?”
Of course, besides I can’t tell anyone. They both giggled at the thought. Zelda was after all just
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