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 ^ ^.

Thight Cramps When Driving

- 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 ^ ^)

Self Clean Oven Lots Of Smoke

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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Paranoia What is this?

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!