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It was a cold, dreary Sunday afternoon in the county of Surrey as a steady rain fell from the grey skies. Inside the large stately mansion, the halls were unusually quiet for such a day unfit to be outside. The footsteps of the white-haired butler echoed down the corridor as he approached the chamber that housed the elaborate indoor pool. In his hands, he carried a polished silver tray holding a tall glass and a cordless phone.
The elegant room was deafly quiet as the reliable servant marched inside. The architecture of the hall was magnificent, the floor and walls constructed out of stone. With the thirty-foot ceiling and giant statues positioned around the border of the pool, the area designated for swimming seemed more like a museum. Stepping over to the tranquil water, the humble gentleman could see a silhouette underneath the shimmering surface. Sighing deeply, he waited patiently for his charge to emerge f
MonstersWhen I was little I was scared of the dark. Scared is actually putting it mildly. I was petrified beyond all belief of the dark.
I always wanted a night light on and the door firmly closed. I'd ask my mom three times to check under my bed for monsters and four for my closet (there was more space for something to hide in there).
Nothing was ever there though. At least that my mom could see.
No creepy monster that would bite off your toes if they dangled off the bed, no masked villain waiting to sweep into my room from the depths of my messy closet or even a man with fiery eyes and a beard as black as ink to creak open my door.
"There is no such thing as monsters." My sister would say when I complained the next morning of opening my eyes and seeing them standing over my bed, reaching out towards me. "You're such a baby."
I remember scoffing and yelling at her, saying that it had happened, that they weren't just the dark playing tricks on me.
Now that I'm older, I understand what the dark
Innocent GirlsThe man beast warrior let out a low groan as the attack hit him in the chest and he shattered into bits. His slayer, a mermaid with a bow notched another arrow.
“It’s your move Serenity,” The brunette wearing a green shirt and blue shorts called out to the girl across from her as her monster had just taken the field and destroyed one of her own and damaged her life points. “Let’s see what you can do against me.” Tea Gardner said with a friendly smile a pair of cards in her hand and a duel disk attached to her arm.
“Alright. That was a good move Tea, I wasn‘t expecting it.” Serenity Wheeler dressed in a pink shirt and shorts said in response as the two girls were dueling. While neither were expert duelists, they did enjoy it and were having a friendly match between them. The two teenagers having a good duel between them with nothing at stake. Serenity was losing so far after Tea’s latest move as her monsters while weak were bol
~Pasado oscuro, Juegos de la Mafia~Cap8 parte2
Capitulo °8 parte 2 : De la desesperación me sacaste tú, y ahora yo te devolveré las esperanzas.
La ira, fuerza que nos arrastra a perder el control, la soledad, llanto que nace y no surge compañía que te consolé, el rencor, siniestro potencial que crece en su interior
que te sumerge, a desatar una cruel venganza, furia, lecho que salía ser tristeza se transforma en algo tormentoso en su interior, tristeza, la oscuridad que te abre el camino..a la desesperanza y el frío aire de una cruda verdad, esas lagrimas que te emergen por la falta de lo que una vez supo hacerte feliz...
¿Felicidad?...es......que es eso?
Su mente había caído en un sueño, que revivía aquellos recuerdos..que le haciendo entender apenas esa palabras..el significado de la verdadera felicidad..pero desde mis nueve años, desde allí que desconozco su significado, lo que realmente era, deje que mi mente se trastorn
A Human's Struggle And Fear To Let Go
She looked at me with tired eyes.
She had been worrying too much.
The dark spots under her eyes gave everything away.
When will she understand?, I'm fine, I don't need any help.
She insisted, this only made me shake my head in respond.
"No?" she said, as if she had waited for a better answer.
"What do you mean no?" she kept on, not that I cared anyway...
"Its over, its the end of the line, submit"
She began to raise her voice in dominance.
But this didn’t affect me , I wasn’t too easy to give up.
People used to call me a crackle-head when I was young.
They said I was stubborn and as I grew up I noticed I wasn’t, it was the world.
The world was a hypocrisy.
Teenage girls could have rough sex and beg for more,
But at the end they would play the victim.
Men could abuse of their wives, daughters and any female for that matter,
And yet, they where the perfect example of human race.
Children could be cruel, and mean, and heartless.
Then again, they would a
3. WendigoLe tracce portavano fino a quell'anonimo punto sotto un anonimo albero nella foresta. Poi finivano completamente: qualche ultima goccia di sangue, come se un rubinetto aperto fosse stato chiuso e avesse sputato fuori le ultime gocce, e le impronte delle piante nude dei piedi impresse sul terreno.
Il commissario Sacco, un tipo tarchiato, capelli corti e grilletto facile, illuminava quel punto con una torcia elettrica. Era la prima volta che gli capitava di vedere qualcosa di simile dal vivo e da quella prospettiva. Scoprire le tracce, un caso grosso, quasi sovrannaturale.
Dietro di lui c'erano Alfredo, l'uomo che aveva scoperto le tracce, la sua ragazza Francesca e un altro agente di polizia, Primo.
Alfredo dimostrava quarant'anni portati male, tutto ossa e con i capelli grigi, e ne dichiarava venti. La sua ragazza, di contro, avrebbe potuto averne al massimo ventidue, bella, capelli lunghi biondo cenere e maglioncino a collo alto sopra i jeans attillati. Primo invece era sulla trentina
The Deal I’ll admit to being a sleaze now and then. Most villains don’t; those pompous fools. In truth, every regular or irregular bad guy has a bit of denial. A feeling that what they do is justified or too far advanced for the rest of the world to handle.
I know I’m a sleaze. But there are just some things I don’t wanna screw with.
Take deals. I may not completely hold up my end of the bargain- like backstab the dealer- but I like it to be fair. The initial deal should be fair, even when the grave is already dug.
Violet followed me back into the shadows, and I can still hardly contain myself. Are bastards allowed to be giddy once and a while? I have an Admin around my finger. A power wielding, world rounding admins. An Admin uses words to make things as real as I am. So far, I’ve gotten a dragon to walk the living, killed a muse, and made my own secret hideout. Not bad for a power-play.
Aridelis QuinnMy name is Aridelis Quinn. People call me a detective, among many other things, but I prefer to call myself an avenger. Or seeker maybe, or a survivor. You see, at the age of 15, I was kidnapped and raped, only to be rescued four years later, starving and sick. I stayed in the hospital for a year and the doctors and therapists said I probably would never be the same again; probably never amount to anything due to my physical and sociological damage. They were right in some respects, but at the same time, they could never be so wrong. It’s true, I never was the same again, but I did amount to something. In the hospital, I caught up on the four years of school I had missed and once I left the hospital and stopped physical therapy, I applied to the nearest college and worked my butt off to get a degree in forensics. After that, I started solving kidnappings on my own. It started out just as me looking in the “missing” sections of newspapers and trying to find the childre
Alternate RealitiesIt was so strange. I had never seen that garden before, never been there before, but it looked so incredibly familiar. I walked over the grassy path, skipping from one wide flat stone to another. The bushy hedges on either side were roughly waist high to me, but I was short so that didn't mean much really.
"Katherine! There you are! We've been looking for you!" I whirled, laughing at how my mother had startled me.
"Looking for me?" I giggled, skipping back along the stones as if I was a child. Dancing in a garden bathed in golden light, wearing my favorite sundress, I felt like a child, but I couldn't let Mum see that. It wouldn't do at all. "I'm rather old enough to take care of myself, thanks very much," I replied, wrapping her in a great big hug.
My mother reached up to pat my head. "Of course you are, but lunch is ready. Dad's got the grill fired up, and everyone else has already started on the potato salad."
I wrinkled my nose as I followed her back. "They can have the potato sala
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