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Seeking to live a nearly infinite pause where to take a breath and wait. Wait until all remain still, paused, waiting for peace to breathe and feel a last forever. Leave

relax the body, release energy, to go where she wants to go. Follow the path to the mind of the air entering through my nose. Able to see every corner wherever he goes. I'm able to feel as alive as ever. Stay. Stay at this unique moment in my feelings and me.

I let go, floating, letting something move me, not having to decide what to do. Rest. Back to fly, fly, float, let me go.

Stop the clock and feel that the world stopped for a moment where I feel it so you can start again from another point, from where he had never done before and one day be part of it.

Thick Discharge Before Period

CENSORSHIP BOARD OF CATALONIA: Truth, justice and reparation.

Black Hair Withe Skin

La casa del terror

- Come! Come to this house! Here you will learn the true terror!

The man looked at the guy who was playing a whistle, trying to attract customers to its attraction of the park. The house looked like a normal house, but in the front, you could see a sign with the words "House of Terror" made with neon lights.

The man thought it was a strange house of terror, but it sounded interesting and paid the entrance.
"Good luck, mate," grinned the guy said what you see? It is a mystery.

"You should know, right? You own.

- Oh, yeah! "Laughed the other," I forgot, you're right!

The man thought the guy was crazy but said nothing and went inside.

There was a normal entry, some tables, a chair, a mirror ... did not see anything scary.

"So it will be more terrifying when something happens," he said.

walked through the house, seeing ordinary things in a house of our time: a TV, refrigerator, bathroom ... all normal, and the man began to think it was a joke of a real estate agent to sell the home.

"But I have a house, I'll buy another. Besides, I like the layout.

When the place was deserted, something caught from the ground up ... something ... I called up the nursery. I had seen before: nothing out of the non-normal, but when I came back ... ...

found his room, the room of his childhood. He brought back many memories ... never good memories. He had a good childhood, and was now well with her parents, but ... I could not remember anything good. Tried to escape from the house, but when she looked himself, saw the child he had been. I could not believe it, but it was true: he had become a child again.

But they kept trying to escape. He ran downstairs, but her mother was there in parquet, waiting. He had a knife in hand ... a knife covered with blood. Man (now as a child) are more frightened when a memory flashed through his mind: his mother being brutally beaten by his father. In fact, he knew it was false, her parents always got along well and were happy, but ... I could not escape the memory.
-Tim, finally I've done, "said his mother. Her voice startled him: it sounded crazy, hysterical ... as the voice of a murderer.

- Ma .. Mom? He asked, slowly.

- Eh? Tim? Are you here? Do not I told you that you went to your room? "She sounded like a mother again, but the boy-who-was-a-man could not breathe with relief," Why have you disobeyed me, my dear son? "She raised the knife, which slid droplets of blood from his father.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I never meant ..." he said, while trying to escape, trying unsuccessfully to calm her down.

- SHUT UP, STUPID CHILD! Cried the woman, completely insane, If you hate me, I DO THE SAME AGAIN!

under the knife with all his might, but the boy-who-was-a-time man ducked and ran in the opposite direction as fast as he could.

- Do not run away, dear children! The woman shouted again, "COME TO YOUR MOMMY!

Tim ran and ran through the house looking for the exit door. I wanted to go out and get help, call the police or something. When he arrived, tried to open it, but it was completely closed.

"Oh, are you here, my child? "Said his mother, crazed voice again," Why avoid me?

Tim ran away again, seeking the back door.

"Oh, not again," complained her mother.

"What's happening?" He thought "Why my mother is trying to kill me?"

took a detour to avoid passing through the kitchen, where the body lay stabbed his father.

"Maybe it's that I have to face him. Yes, sure that I have to face him. If I do, I can not ever escape from this accursed house "

immediately stopped halfway down the hall in front of the old black and white TV that his father had committed to preserve and that he and his mother hated. His mother did the same a few steps back. He looked intensely into his eyes.

"Oh, God ... another idiot ... "Murmured the owner as employees drew the body.


Sometimes it's okay to face the fear, face and fight. It's what we always recommend. We say that we do in any situation we find ourselves, and that's the biggest mistake of all. Because there are times when no other option but to flee.

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The original is in English, because it was for a writing class, but I've translated (which is obvious, on the other side) and I have more to my liking.

The moral is something pessimistic as could be, dear friends. But bah, I wanted to put something like that xD
My first attempt at horror story ... has been really bad ¬ ¬. It is clear that I love bags and stuff and I get lost ... But it does what good can ^ ^. The song would
This is Halloween, Marilyn Manson (who also gives Miedico original, but this ...)
Evil ... Well do not go, but will move forward. I promise! I like that I want to finish and make a nice final (though now it has left the fourth song the end is not so sad, but hey ...).
What I do is follow shortly Jake and Karin ( After the Rain ). Yes I plan on going short stories, because I intend that each "chapter" (which is not such a thing) can be read and understood only itself same, but in reality would be long ... thus do not know how to order it ¬ ¬. Set them all straight, I guess ^ ^.

Well, that was all, I hope you enjoy this attempt uu

Should I Let My Eyebrows

After the Rain Revenge


That alone keeps the air after the rain ...
That lonely these clouds from which water will not beat ...
Let me lonely now that you're gone ...

not understand why you chose that moment, that place, that time. Well, not really even know why you did it. I know nothing. I am ignorant, stupid, tiny.

Sola. I did not think

we were so bad. I loved you and you loved me. That was all I needed. But you wanted more, and gave it to you. I gave you everything that was in my hand and even more. It was not enough.
never had enough.
Still, I loved you, loved you with all my strength, and earnestly wanted to give you everything. And all it took from me, my heart starting and ending with my own body. But I was happy with it, because you were the person I loved most, who had done it.
did not hurt any harsh words I said then, because he knew that he meant it. Everything was the fault of that damn woman ... No never say it again. No one would ever hurt you while I could help it.
I loved you so much ...

"Karin, come." Your sweet voice still resonates in my head as the rain soaked my hair.
"Jake?" What? "Ah, that innocent era ...
" Let's play! "
so long ago now ... how much?" Ten, twelve years? Since I wanted then. Since I wanted with all my heart, from the very moment when you called me first with those big brown eyes. I followed without hesitation. I was behind you as the ducklings to their mother. Always stuck to you. And you always so nice ... So much that hurt me.
watched helplessly as they hurt you, unable to do anything to comfort you and hide in my lap when you cried.
sounds cruel, but could not help but rejoice when your parents died. Those vile beings that you did so much damage.
I parted from you, and the pain was incredible. But I found you again, and you'd not been able to forget. Ah, the reunion ... What fond memories. It all started again for me, as if spring had finally made my heart bloom.

So I wonder why. Why are you doing this now to me, whom he has loved you always, who had not expected anything in return for giving you except your own company.
Why leave me alone in the rain? Why do not you come and get me?
know I need you, you know. You know that without you I can not help but fall into abject poverty and die. And yet ... Just let me ask, why?
Again ... why make me suffer? Why throw me like a rag used?
just hope your return. And I will wait here until you return. Always, wait I'll never stop. I'll never stop loving you.

That vacuum is the sky after the rain ...
That my heart as empty I hope you return.


----------------------------------- Now that I reread, I see I have been cheesy muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuy ... Joron, I did not mean that ^ ^ U
Things that happen to one when it falls away Oo (seriously)
The song, of course, would Everytime it rains, the Epica . It is completely in line (and there is no better than I know, you can suggest some if you want ^ ^)
The story came to mind alone. And I've grown fond of these two ... I'll write your life in short story format (so do not expect too much ^ ^ U) and the continuation of this ... I pity the poor has uu Karin (which mala he sido con ella...)
Y la imágen viene con texto (porque no la encontré sin él ^^U), pero la verdad es que es clavado O¬O Así que queda bien, ¿no?^^
Bueno, comentarios, pasadla, etc, etc^^.

Dog And Big Lump Under Tail

NOTE

Teniendo en cuenta lo que ha sucedido hace poco con el último relato que he colgado, considero oportuno decir que CUALQUIER COMENTARIO que no tenga que ver con el relato en el que se encuentra será INMEDIATAMENTE removido, sea cual sea su contenido.

No por nada, si no por el hecho de que este blog está destinado exclusivamente a mis relatos. Para lo demás, tengo este , así que usadlo, por favor.

Repito, cualquier comentario. Espero que me entendáis^^.

What Color Are Italians Eyes

Después de todo, al final lo había conseguido. Por fin había podido llegar a la mazmorra dónde ella se encontraba. Haladiel, su vieja amiga.
Lathaliel se preguntó, mientras recorría los últimos pasos hasta la puerta, cómo habían podido acabar así. No pudo evitar sentirse usada una vez más, y su odio se renovó, sepultando a la pena. Haladiel se lo había quitado todo.

Ahora le tocaba a ella.
-Perdona… ¿sabes dónde is the workshop?
"Yeah, sure, but ... are you alone?
"Yes.
"Come with me if you want, introduce you to my friends.
Thanks.
Lathaliel recalled that conversation for the umpteenth time, again regretting the moment he decided to present it to the others.
" dug my own grave, as they say" he thought as he stopped before the great door of solid oak . This happens to me to trust others "
never been considered a person stand out above others. Had a different taste, yeah (I preferred the magic swords before, drawing instead of reading, running, instead of studying), and although she was proud of them, not trying to impose them on others. But he had a strong personality, but I knew that what he liked to him, and nothing would change his mind. Maybe that was one reason why the discriminating small, but it mattered little. And when he was seventy years old, found people supported it.

thought that this was still the best decade of his long life. Believed, in fact, for three happy years, which were all laughing.
But things changed after the expedition to Curshen. He was alone, with two other people that had no closely linked. The mission was a resounding success. Its advanced sword skills had been useful in the mountains, and the patriarch burst into praise, which she accepted with pride and a certain smugness.

At that time realized that Haladiel was rare, and after half a year, and quite annoying, ended up asking. -
not you stand, so leave me alone, let go.
Lathaliel se sorprendió mucho, como era de esperar, y como Haladiel seguía relacionándose tanto con Asadia como con Rodetya, le pidió a Asadia que le preguntara las razones.
-No recurras a los demás, pregunta tú -le espetó Halad hiel a las pocas semanas.
-¿Por qué te caigo mal?
-Es que cansas -respondió, dejándola, de nuevo, sola.
Después de esto, Lathaliel se fue entristeciendo progresivamente, y no notó como Haladiel hacía que Asadia se enemistara con ella.
Al cabo de un año más, cuando Lathaliel se estaba animando, Asadia le dijo que no quería reconnect with her. Took two decades to be excellent friends, and it hurt more than anything else.
wanted to run, run, start life from zero in any other congregation of bounty hunters. But he did not. Masave Rodetya and continued with it, and not going to let that Haladiel be put against him.
bore the unspeakable, how everyone was gradually beginning to look over your shoulder, that no one trusted her.
So began interacting with humans. They shared many of their tastes. They seemed completely compatible with it, and atypical features of the Elves did not stand between them.
loved those days, a small space of time in your life elf was happening with them, and when they ended, he longed to return to them.
Haladiel In the weeks that he invited his friends elf Kimdall the lakes, she went with their humans and passed it even better. She came to believe that his destiny was with those human beings whom he loved and also loved her. For two years he maintained this attitude, trying to convince Rodetya and Masave to know them.
But when this happened and they decided to return to Lathaliel time, the city caught fire. Was reduced to ashes, killed all its inhabitants. And the worst thing was that Lathaliel saw it all, and could see the long blonde hair away from there Haladiel.
know the other commanded the fire, so do not hesitate when he discovered that the fire had been caused by magic. Filled with rage, addressed Haladiel. I cried a lot, but Haladiel, as always, ignored their words.
Lathaliel did wrong in letting go of anger, and not surprised that the imprisoned under seven locks when hit repeatedly. But it felt so good, so relaxed, not sorry at all.
not surprised when the patriarch was sentenced to five hundred years locked up, not close to anyone. He did not like breaking the rules, but that was not willing to comply.
When the next day were to take their food to the cell Lathaliel was gone.
Haladiel also gone. With the permission of the patriarch, he disappeared. If you thought that way was safe from the wrath of Lathaliel was very wrong. The anger intensified its extremely strong hunting instincts, leading her by all Haladiel places that had happened, finally reaching the dungeon. While
ran and dodged his traps, he could not avoid a certain feeling of sadness, which disappeared when reminded which had been used. Used to integrate and then discarded like an old rag.
After remembering everything, her anger intensified again, and opened the door a kick, feeling strongly the presence of his enemy on the other side.
- HALADIEL! He shouted, suddenly coming to the sword at the ready.
"It seems that I can not get rid of you," she sighed, rising from his chair he was reading a book. What?
-Answers "he said, and I hope they are the ones I want.
"The answers are what they are.
"I want the truth.
-Shoot. Unless you have pasted the stupidity of humans. Ah, it was so fun to burn ...
- Was it you ... really? Muttered, shaking with anger. In the end, all that time had had little hope that it does not, that simply would have been all a mistake.
"Of course I was. Who else would have done a job so perfect? It was fun.
- That was ...! "Why!? "Snapped.
"They're so stubborn these humans ... They are like children. Ignored me, I had to kill them.
- No needed! I had not done anything!
"Of course I had done. Were related to you.
- But what the hell ...! Shrieked, completely mad-You are a bad lot! "What have I done to make you hate me so much!?
Haladiel frowned, but did not respond.
- Answer, damn bitch! Be the decency at least!
-The patriarch praised you, I was looking after you.
surprised After a few seconds, Lathaliel could not help laughing out loud. Haladiel gave him a dirty look, but otherwise ignored it and continued laughing.
- just for that? He said and laughed, wiping away a crybaby who slipped through the eye, but you know how boring it is to listen to you man? Does not let you do anything! Not know how lucky you are!
"I'm sorry he did not care," said Haladiel, clenching his fists.
"All he cares the patriarch. "You
cares more.
"I care about everyone equally.
"And that mission is to rank in Curshen.
- What about her? Lathaliel asked, cutting her laughter.
- How You could go to C-range missions to embroider a range A? Damn you ...
- But you've also done a few A! range
"Not as good as yours.
- Those are your words to sink? "Only that?
- Do you think enough?
"It's not that few, is that they are stupid.
- Do not mock me, bitch!
- Fox? "You call me bitch to me? You, precisely? DO YOU? Hatred turned-new, renewed, hot, painful. Lathaliel hoisted his sword. Haladiel joined hands to prepare their magic, I have many more reasons to insult you! Damn bitch!
Haladiel frowned again, and both elves jumped at once, ready to kill themselves as they found a hole.
Lathaliel used his trusty sword. Haladiel, the fire that had served him so well in the past. Fought a long time, steel fire. Sparks flew. Lathaliel steel cut Haladiel the pale skin with harshness. The fire burned the skin and hair Lathaliel. None complained, only continued ramming relentlessly, over and over again. So deep was their hatred, they could not get out if one of the two died.
In the eyes of Lathaliel, gray as the steel of his sword, shining the thirst for revenge. Her black hair, before long to the waist, reached her chin now. Did not mind: now he was more comfortable.
Haladiel black eyes framed by eyebrows bright color of the crumb of bread. Both her cheeks as her bare arms were covered with small cuts, and that bothered him enough: leave a scar.
The small room had no windows and trademarks of the fight. Large gaps and burns, furniture overturned. Drops of blood on the ground, scattered by heavy boots or delicate Lathaliel Haladiel slippers, torn shreds of cloth and burned. Sparks flew.
Haladiel wanted to kill. Not have regrets.
Lathaliel so wished. But I could not help but remember the good times he had with his opponent. I knew I wanted revenge, wanted his sword, splitting his neck, blood stained the ground Haladiel crimson. But even if not regret, he would be wrong.
Maybe that's why Lady Luck decided that it was imposing its Lathaliel the sword when the two collided for the umpteenth time. His sword was placed on the neck of the other when this happened. Haladiel
not believe.
Lathaliel hesitated. He had long desired, but now he could sever his neck was not so clear. His rational mind told him he should. He had killed an entire city, had killed their friends. But his heart kept him from turning the wrist.
" not be stupid. Move ya"
" But ..."
" Do it now, you idiot"
-Lathaliel ... how did we get here? Haladiel asked softly and scared.
"You started.
"I admired her so much ...
- Huh? -Lathaliel lowered his sword, surprised.
"And you go and you believe the blonde sneered, throwing the other to the wall with a ball of fire.
-Haladiel ... you ...
- Really thought that brute force would defeat the rationale of magic? It was clear from the outset that I would be the winner "he mocked. Lathaliel tried to get up, but hit him in the stomach Haladiel, leaving no air and making it fall again.
"For ... what ...
-" ... I hate you? I do not know. I hated from the moment I saw you. So calm, with a life so simple, yet so happy ... I wanted to sink, making trust me and then destroy. And you itching so happy. God, as he wanted inside out.
Lathaliel said nothing. remained kneeling, with arms folded. Tempted his sword, but Haladiel her away from a kick.
"I do not rule," he began. But stopped when a tongue of flame began to climb up his back-But why ...?
"The weapons that I like does not mean you do not know other things," said the brunette Haladiel, quietly, quietly, keeping active with magic hands on the floor. Stop being so conceited. Stop destroying others. Give me back my friends!
-still have to Rodetya Masave and the blonde replied, careful not to move so that the fire did not burn.
"Not anymore. When I was locked up, recalled some of the lies you told and left me alone. Your fault. Fucking bitch ... I've taken it all! Lathaliel shouted, raising his head, his eyes filled with tears once and dies! Dies the same way they do! But go to hell and never come back, fucking bitch!
The language of fire was a fire. Spread across the surface of the skin Haladiel, burning every shred, to the marrow of the bones. The blonde was consumed in the fire, and Lathaliel not look at any time, but did not move until the very moment when the last embers faded.
slowly got up and left the room. I could not return home. Would have to rebuild their lives elsewhere, but this did not care. Since he had nothing left. No family, no friends, nothing.
Todo se lo había arrebatado Haladiel. Y ahora Haladiel estaba muerta.
Salió de la mazmorra con rapidez, y se dirigió a la ciudad más cercana. A empezar de nuevo. A destruir su vida como elfa y convertirse en humana. A cambiar su nombre. Y a huir eternamente de sus antiguos compañeros. Ahora era una delincuente.
Y jamás había pensado en lo bien que se sentía eso.

----- As I lay a short story after a long time. It occurred to me in class this morning at a touch of frustration. Hope you like it. Regarding
images ... I found nothing better, nor any that looked like Haladiel, but the image of the latter is supposed to be her (even when it dark, but nice ^ ^ U)
The song would be ... "A song of storm and fire" Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle (look on YouTube if that ^ ^)
And on the following of Evil ... I'm afraid I have to wait, because I have tests, projects, and I can not write. Also, I got stuck a while ^ ^ U But when I hang type, promised ^ ^

Cheddar Ranch Flavored Fritos

A la memoria de Carlos Colilla Jiménez………

I have not ever written this, now I face the situation of trying to say in words what I only know only too often pass with tears and silence.

In memory of Carlos Jiménez Tailpiece ... ... ...

High
joker and funny face,
enthusiastic, self-assured, smiling, clever and astute
emotions
dream of innocent life.

The bodies are gone, memories linger

hearts and never forgotten.

In the mists of melancholy sadness
after the cries of pain of the phrases
crying bitterly poignant, thought fled
and spread the feeling of innocence
sleep forever.

The bodies are gone, memories linger

hearts and never forgotten.

our mind floats in a dream,
flee
time a path through the clouds to fly past you again

rock look and smile in your voice
heights adore the beauty of hugs
slowly spreading all our love .

The bodies are gone, memories linger

hearts and never forgotten.

Ferris Bueller Leopard Print

Rhine (I)

IMPORTANT NOTE BEFORE: This story is part of the Evil saga. If you have not read the rest, please read it first so as not to suffer spioilers or something ^ ^.

Each character has its own color, so each time one tells can be easily distinguished. This is the legend:

Yellow-

Rin Orange-

Len

Red- Meiko

Green- Miku

Blu- Kaito
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Princess, d espierte, it's morning, "said Len's gentle voice in my ear. "Five minutes
...
Princess, it's too late.
I just turned around and I snuggled between the covers, completely ignoring him. "There
cake for breakfast," she sang, sitting on blankets, mattress sag.
- Cake! I exclaimed, sitting up suddenly. As always, I saw lights and started hurting me head "Ugh ..." she shrugged.
"I have already said a thousand times not to have to get up so suddenly, that hurt her head.
"And I've said a thousand times that you treat me, I'm sick of all you treat me, I feel old," I replied, looking at him without looking up incriminating.
"I know, what happens is that now I can not," replied, smiling.
My mind was still too asleep to be able to correctly process any information that under normal circumstances would have cracked right away. Len looked at me a moment, we understood immediately, and rose to open the heavy curtains. Entered a halo of light so intense that left me blind, so yeah, probably was too late. I watched open
windows as well. It was hot in my great room, and so would cool a bit, though we were in spring.
The truth is that my man is like me a lot. Both have golden hair (indeed, even so we both cut slightly above the shoulders, although he takes in a ponytail) and blue eyes and big, but I was a bit more than him as a girl I am. Soon it would behoove changed suits for summer, but for now he still wore the long sleeved white shirt, black vest and black pants. She wore a yellow ribbon half way tie loose. The shoes had looks very comfortable, also a glossy black color. Normally, Len put the uniform only when Mr. Samers was near ...
-Ah, okay, I understood at last. This definitely cleared my mind for the rest of the day. Samers
was the head of service, but really had no power over Len. He was a man who can be classified as "half-advanced age, ie, about fifty, with a huge walrus mustache gray-white color and an extremely bad temper. I, for myself, I would have missed some time, but the prisoner was too good work and never find a valid excuse.
hates us with all his might therefore Len and me, but as with regard to me can not do anything (that's what has to be the boss), it pays to Len. Worth, which has no power over him, but age is a strong factor. Although they are on the same level in the hierarchy, I think (though Len does not have power over the other servants, or want to have, at least to my knowledge). Who is responsible for Len is the housekeeper, a really nice woman, but can also Samer scolding. And do not miss a chance to do so, that's for sure. Although I am happy to say that I could only see it when you break the rules (which, incidentally, are standards only for my poor and martyred servant, because the others would not think to do what he does.) The truth is that this is because the old man bursts that I do not give him too that preference. That bothers.
I have real desire to spend four years to be considered adult Len can follow my own rules. Of course, the uniform does not bother me at all. It looks great! If he is very handsome, but if he tries can be cute. But he offers little. - Come this cake! I exclaimed, sitting more decently, without departing from the blankets.
"He served in the dining room, princess replied, without moving from the side of the window.
Buffet, rolling his eyes.
"Now do not be lazy. It does not have dressed yet, you can go in her nightgown.
"Ah, then yes," I said, jumped from the big bed happily. Len stood by me and accompanied me, as always, to the dining room.

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Two things. One: I know I said I'd hang on Friday, but had no material time (which it sounds esoXD) because of the P *** S tests / assignments. But better late than never, right? Two: the sliver is incomplete, I will go on Thursday or Friday following because I could not write more than that ¬ ¬ 3.

is still unfinished, is the first part of the first chapter (which has no title Specifically, only "wheel" because I could not find a better ^^'). As it anyway I was going up into two halves by the issue that very often in computer read-eyes, as almost better (and makes awful tambiénXDD). I am having trouble finding pictures of them without carrying Vocaloids suit to see if I have to draw them I ... I decreased the size because if it is not bad (or so it seems). Surely, throughout history end up repeating them, but anyway, what is puedaXDD s'hará.

And the song ... after a lively and happy, do not know, I wrote in my class historiaXD soporific. So yes, there is no music either (to see if it pronto uno de esos chachitos, que hay muchos¬3¬)

Comentadme, ruladlo, etcetcetc. XD Sí, comentad aunque este sea un post antiguo, necesito saber en que puedo mejorar^^

Rash Thst Looks Like Scratches

Foreword The Beginning

NOTA PREVIA IMPORTANTE: Esta historia forma parte de la saga EVIL. Si no has leído las demás, por favor, leélas primero para no sufrir spioilers o algo^^.

Hace mucho tiempo existió un país. En él reinaban con prosperidad el rey y la reina. El pueblo vivía bien en su gobierno, y nadie tenía queja. Quizá en algún momento se excedieran un poco ejerciendo su poder, pero en general eran justos.
Finally, came the long awaited day when the queen became pregnant. Celebration bells rang throughout the kingdom.
No problem. The queen remained perfectly healthy throughout pregnancy, with red cheeks and always completely happy. The fates predicted a great tragedy, but everything was so perfect that simply believed that they were wrong.
But it was not.

The first tragedy was the day of delivery.
The queen died when she gave birth to her daughter, the youngest of the twins who had given birth. It had been a long and complicated birth. The queen was too young to face the birth of two babies at a time, and effort could with it.
King flood of tears and cursed his luck. Decided to raise only one baby that his beloved wife had brought the world, and the other give the housekeeper, a young maid who could not have children and whose husband had died in war time. Just
took to decide a couple of weeks. He chose the girl, who reminded him tremendously in his queen, and after giving it a name, gave the child to the maid.
The maid agreed to care, asking only one thing to the king, she would look like his own son, but never hide that he was the brother of the princess, and became his personal servant when he grew up. The king agreed, seeing in it no problem.

nursed the princess with all the comforts, never deprived.
The child was taught to be the perfect servant. From small, the two played together forever. That was the only concession that allowed the king.
The child became a boy loving, kind and generous, with a big heart, although it was complicit in the shenanigans of the girl, who grew capricious and selfish.

A tragic day, the king fell ill. The twins had the age of fourteen. The man gave all his powers to his daughter, who would rule from that moment in time to assign a counselor to exercise that role until she had matured enough. No one ever knew the reasons which led the king to make this strange decision, but complied to the letter.

And from that moment, the country changed completely.

------------------------------- Well, here you go. Tomorrow (if that, because I have passed exam ¬ ¬ 3) Hang up the next bit.

The picture I took of a snapshot of a PV Servant of Evil (which is not how I make do, but whenever I see him throwing out the sigloT_T llantina. Time)

I'm going to let a few poetic license with respect to the version of the song to make it more consistent (and because I like me, who diablosXD). I'm not going to change, but notice now that there are no problems then ^ ^ (I do not believe, but good)

With this piece ... instrumental as any education would be well. I would say perhaps that of Victor's piano solo of The Corpse Bride (Tim Burton's Corpse Bride in America, I think ^ ^), but it has to be one with a quiet start and end suddenly. But anyway I have it not very clear, because I wrote no music = _ =.

That, if you like leave me a comment that you go past the link, etc, blablabla.

If you can be tomorrow, or if not passed, I hang it next ^ ^.

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- How long has that girl there?
-Ni is known. I think that since I ran to the queen.
- Both? That was almost a year now.
"Well, you see. You must be crazy or something, because I just planted there doing nothing, always with a bottle in his hand.
- Is it the legend of desire?
"Well maybe, but legend says to launch it, and you see that no ...
" Hush. Mira.
"No, if I say that if before

... You know, Len? I've been here since that day, tried to throw my desire. But I can not. Simply, I am unable to move an inch.
At first, people looked at me weird and laugh. I always knew. But now pass me and leave me quiet.
do you know? For the first time someone has said everything I have here now. I did not think so. I think I'll have to go.
I remember the day you told me the legend. I can not forget that I laughed at her. Sure, I thought I had it all, and I really did. But from everything I've lost, I miss you more ... No, all you really miss is you, so much to mourn every time I remember you. I can not help, even though you told me not to be sad.
I realized too late that really was evil, but you did not seem to realize. I would behave differently if you can go back in time, do not be so selfish and stop bothering you and hurt you.
When I ordered this, did not think about the consequences, or on your own feelings. I just thought of me, and finally, I also hurt you did to me. Maybe I did not want you to suffer more not I told you. The truth is I do not know.
But it is hopeless. I will ask my desire to once and I'll go. Not worth to me dejarlo simplemente en el agua. Quiero que llegue con fuerza, así que lo lanzaré lo más lejos que pueda. Esperaré hasta que se desvanezca en el horizonte.
He vuelto a llorar, no he podido evitarlo. Pero lo he conseguido. He pedido mi deseo.
¿A que no sabes lo que he pedido? He pedido lo mismo que tú. Eso es lo que más quiero.
Si volviera a nacer, quiero volver a ser tu hermana. Eso es lo que he pedido, lo que más anhelo en el mundo.
Siempre te echaré de menos, pero creo que por fin podré intentar vivir de nuevo. Hasta pronto. Gracias, hermanito. Lo siento.

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Este es el comienzo de la adaptación que voy a hacer de la saga EVIL de Vocaloid ( Daughter of Evil, Servant of Evil, Regret Message ). Está colgada el YouTube, aunque si no los habéis visto no tenéis por qué hacerlo si no queréis (aunque ayuda). En concreto, la canción en la que está basado este video es la última, la de Regret Message . Espero que me quede bien la adaptación, porque realmente me encanta la saga.
Mi adapatación se va a titular Evil a secas, porque no tenía muy claro que ponerle de título, ya que va a estar desde varios puntos de vista.

Las imágenes que puse son del video (PV) que más me gustó, así que fui haciendo capturas. Yo también hice un dibujo, está colgado en DeviantArt (LaiaOTa, me), but not the color looks great, so I'll try to color it with Photoshop (thing that I'm really bad).

One last thing to finish: I hate sad endings, so I do not know how, but I'll get along so well without charge me finish the story of the song (it juroTT ^ TT!). Although a llantina like that I took no one takes it from you (that bad soyXD).

I hope you enjoy this saga (which is actually a fanfic ^ ^)

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Too busy to notice them

One day, upon returning from school, Saira looked up and saw the clouds. Those unions particles of water or snow, he had studied in 6 primary school-le parecieron fascinantes. Simplemente, le parecieron hermosas, con sus formas cambiantes y sus movimientos tranquilos y pausados.
Estuvo horas abstraída, mirando aquellas nubes blancas, etereas, esponjosas como conejitos. Se imaginó a sí misma saltando en aquella inmensa blancura, y sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas de emoción.
Desde aquel día, siempre que volvía del instituto bajaba al prado de al lado de su casa y allí miraba las nubes, abstraída en sus pensamientos.
Un día, un chico le preguntó que estaba haciendo. Y ella, sin dudarlo, respondió: “Creo castillos de nubes en mi reino de blancura” El chico se encogió de hombros y se fue, pensando que aquella chica so beautiful I was crazy.
Saira did not care what anyone thought. She knew what I wanted, and that was enough.
And then, on that day in January where it rained so much, he noticed a movement in his hand wet. He was surprised to see that snail. Was very small, and his movements reminded him of the clouds. Any girl her age that had departed from him stupid, filthy, but she was different. "How beautiful" he thought, amazed. He looked around and discovered a new world had never seen, even having been lying in the same place every day for months. Observed the painstaking work of the ants, who strove to feed their queen. Observed grasshoppers leaping from leaf to leaf, blowing a few drops of water. Observed the snails, with its slow but steady movement brought home on his back, and always coming, sooner or later, the place where they wanted to go.
Now, Saira was feeling ... it was difficult to define. He was powerful and humble, and large and small at once. But what if she was sure of was that I had found absolute happiness.
now had to divide their time between the kingdom of clouds and insects. He did not care. First, watching the ants, grasshoppers and snails. And then the clouds hunted forms and imagined his kingdom to sleep.
He liked everything. His classmates thought it was very rare. "She is a friend of snails" one said with disgust. "And have you imagine living in clouds" was another. Had always called rare, but now he was not approached anyone. But Saira did not care what anyone thought. She was happy with that simplicity, and did not need anything else. Say what they say, she was so happy. No need or patent leather shoes and expensive dresses. She just needed the two kingdoms. Saira
always returned to the six o'clock like a clock, say what they tell the idiots of their partners. Because she did not care they will say. Only cared about the little things that others were insignificant, but which for her were the most important things. Always
pricked her classmates that leave those stupid, that she was not Snow White befriending the critters. But Saira did not care and kept going every day in the meadow. Still looking every day at the little animals, and then looked at the clouds. She knew that people were jealous of the happiness she had achieved. Discovered that in Buddhism, his happiness was called Nirvana. Well worth it, as they wanted. According to that, she had reached Nirvana.
began to call the wild meadow. But Saira knew it was just jealousy.
One day, on the lawn came a social worker, who asked if he had problems at home. "No" she replied, puzzled, even looking at the clouds. "So why come here?" Asked the social worker. "Because I will not abandon them," she replied, as if it were obvious. The worker shrugged, as everyone who spoke to Saira, and left.
He did not have more problems of that type. People looked at her weird, but let her calm.
And one day, when he came home to sleep, he looked at people, something never done before. Never understood people. No wonder he understood how she felt. And as he liked to watch, looked at the people to learn.
saw a man talking on the phone loaded with a leather briefcase. Stepped without looking where he was going at full speed while walking with loud cries, talking about a problem with the actions.
Then he looked at a lady. Was loaded with bags, and put a lot of strength in the muscles to carry all the bags at a time while she scolded her son from the age of Saira, who was with some headphones on and stargaze.
Ahead of her, some girls went running to get home quickly and do not scold their parents.
saw a lot of cars on the street parallel to yours, honking, and insulting so many people. But Saira did not mind the noise so acute.
returned home, intrigued, and watched his parents. His mother was preparing dinner, hurry because you burn it, or because something was wrong. His father was in his office, finishing some reports would have to file the next day at work.
Both his father and his mother, as the people he saw on the street, unaware of their happiness. Saira
wanted to get closer, you could at least touch the tip of your fingers and feel good. But though he tried again and again, his father and mother always went with excuses. 'Saira, I can not' or 'Saira, now I have time. Do not you see? "Saira felt sorry for her parents, but they assured him not to worry and that she enjoy those privileges. Still, she could not understand the feelings of their parents, nor the people of the street. They were too busy to notice them.
Time passed and eventually forget Saira. Every day, without exception, returned to the paddock, but her mother Wheels by children. He did not care, she did not know how she felt when daughter and wanted to deprive him of his happiness. But while some rancorous voices that whispered in his conscience, Saira always ignored them, and, as always, back to the meadow with a smile, thinking that the next day his parents would get her to come down to enjoy their happiness. No matter that nevase
or rain, which had a test or a wedding, every day, at six o'clock I was in his pasture. And if for whatever reason, is delayed, stays longer as penance.
And then came this guy. He was determined to conquer it, to forget it once the damn lawn.
first approached him and asked if he could lie down with her. Saira said later. He lay down.
Then he was asked. She said she looked the critters do their chores. 'But sometimes you're watching the clouds' he said. She later said that watching the clouds.
then approached him and touched his shoulder. She does not shy away from contact, but it turned around, and eventually the boy's hand on his chest. He turned away, embarrassed.
wanted to talk to her, but she silenced him a few times. It was very bored. 'Why did not I brought the iPod ...' she thought.
Then, to distract, looked at the clouds. And he was fascinated with ellas.Al next day he returned. And the next. And the next.
And as Saira, eventually people notice. And as Saira did not understand how they felt. How could they be so estresados.Saira finished chatting with him. Now, instead of at six o'clock, was always in the field to five. He. Be liked.
The boy, who initially only wanted to use to show off to his friends, he loved her. And Saira fell in love with him. She fell for his wit, and their ongoing failure. She fell for that, like her, not understanding other people. She fell for him.
Nigel, because such was the young, Saira told this time when he got up to go home. At first she was shocked, but quickly accepted go out with him, but not changed at all his habits, and almost all his escapades were to go to the meadow. Although sometimes going to the movies or a drink.
The time dragged on, and the couple came to the university. And returning to the meadow every day together, now living in the same casa.Y they graduated, and returned every day in the meadow. They found work and returned to the pasture every day. And they had two children, and returned every day in the meadow. And he retired, and returned every day in the meadow. And both died together in the meadow, watching the slow progress of the clouds. There are
its quiet spirit, tried to make us understand that we are missing wonderful things for not having time. But we are too busy to notice them. ----------------------

This I wrote one day while coming back from karate and I passed the open space next to my house (so I can think of ideas, yes xD). Very happy, I wanted to write something cheerful. Although personally I prefer a little darker, really ^ ^ U.

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time ago that I never leave home. I know I run over, or attack me, or I'll bite a dog.

But I know that something bad will happen if I leave my four cozy walls painted green.

all started about two years ago. One day I woke up and refused to leave the blankets. Mom pulled and pulled on me, but I was so frightened by everything that I could not even move. I took the food to bed and ate little. I was afraid that he was poisoned, although the rational part of me knew it was impossible, that my mother loves me and never would hurt me. But something superior to me insisted that I was going to poison that would kill me. I tried to ignore. Just made it.

After school, my friends came to see me.

- What are you feeling? "Asked over and over again.

And I said that well, I only had found little wrong when I woke up and that's why I had stayed home. I looked worried, and took my temperature putting his hand on his forehead. I got scared and pulled away his hand sharply. They came back at me, but this time scared.

"I do not toques." But ... he said, approaching me.

- I said do not touch me! "Screamed" And do not say my name!

They left. I lay on the pillow, crying. I had lost my friends.

were passing day and with them the semanas y los meses.

Llegó un momento en el que para leer me ponía unos guantes de lana, porque tenía miedo de cortarme y morir desangrada.Y vinieron varios psicólogos.

-No puedo hacer nada-decían todos-. No quiere colaborar.

¿Cómo que no? Yo quiero curarme. Quiero volver a salir a la calle sin miedo. No me gusta estar encerrada como una idiota.

No salía ya casi de mi habitación. Tenía miedo a todo. Pensaba que todos iban a atacarme, aunque en el fondo sabía que no era para tanto. La gente no tenía razones para matarme.

Fue pasando el tiempo, y mi miedo not disappear. He was not even went to the wedding of my sister Mireya.

But nevertheless, there are times that I get for a minutos.Voy to take one of those moments to complete once.

I love you, mom. I love you, Dad. I love you, Mireya. I can not live like this. I'm really sorry. Farewell. Ania

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After writing the letter, I go to the window. I always get scared, but soon becomes the rational fear of death. Mind away from my thoughts. I get quickly to the ledge, and just then mom comes another psychologist. Wasted.

- What are you doing! "" Screaming, scared.

I turn and look at her with tears in his eyes. I extend my arms and dismissal of the world. Fear struck me, but I decide to ignore it. Only one step and all my fear no avail. At last I can be happy. I close my eyes and let myself fall into the void. I am very quiet. The fears do not overlook. Do not want to die with me. Smile for me. Cowards. After spoil my life, go away and leave me with honey on the lips of how my life would have been without them. But no regrets. It was my decision. Although now I flinch, I could not do anything.

I like this feeling. The wind caressing my face is a beautiful way to say goodbye to the world.

long as the soil comes to me at full speed, I hear my mother screaming my name. I'm really sorry, Mom. I'm going to die.

The soil is less than a meter from me. He smiled sadly, and when it hits the ground and noticed my bones broken, I think,

'I would have liked to live. "

My heart stops, and while people crowded around me, gradually disappear in a dark haze.

-bye. -----------------------------------------------

This is a story that occurred to me one day that he was angry with my mother. There's nothing special apart from So, I was not depressed or anything (I say this because several people have asked me if I was as soon as they read). The truth is that I wrote a lot, so the style is not as neat as I would like, but hopefully better. Hope you like it ^ ^.

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First of all, I think I began by introducing and explaining that this blog going.

Well, I am a 16 year old girl living in Spain. My name is Laura, but usually call Luli (and I would appreciate it if you also hiciérais ^///^). I will study Japanese translation, or that's my intention, at least, which may in any of the stories leave the issue of Japan / manga-anime / or takes place in Japan. It should not pass anything, but I notice just in case ^ ^.
I, personally, I do not like it to go talking about my life, so it's not going to go about it (not that I have anything interesting to tell the truth).
However, I like to write stories, typically of fantasy, though they may be of any style I want.
So that will go the blog: I will dedicate myself to hang my stories (short or long) here.
If you like, please, comment and go, passing the address so that more people can read it. I would be thrilled.

sometimes can put my own comments and little things (from drawings that can make songs that are good) at the end of each entry of a story, I hope not bother you. I'll use it mostly for Alcara things and stuff.

That said, I only wish you enjoy with my stories. So, enjoy my stories!

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If the darkness of my heart, there
a speck of love,
the imprudence of my soul
stumble in its shadow.

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Más allá, otro mundo

Beyond docility,
beyond ignorance,
beyond weakness,
beyond redundacia,
Avisma is only in eternity
where everyone lived their freedom,
more
can expect just a bit of warmth,
they are a world.

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unreal sensations and threaten you push against the wall,
floating fears, hopes
wet,
sincerity is your lifeline,
tenderness is your ransom,
affection your way out,
your cries are only gained excitement to confusion to the uncertainty.

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The silence fills my soul breath
consciousness wanders
sleep eyes on themselves
music seduces my ears
my hands are lava poured over the body
my subconscious dances and strips to reflection
is it will only be seduced by ambition?

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We find situations let life follow us, takes the best of WE ARE s , mistreat us, look for weaknesses, and even dares to challenge us every day. Do not take the time to think through our plays, and life is always "on jake." Stop the clock, the interval drink water, breathe deeply, savoring the oxygen that keeps us and deal with it with several moves at once, there's always time for losers, fighting is the motto.