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Staging # 6: Death's Party

Yay! Internet Finally! That is the reason I had not updated. Bueh, the thing is that I'm back to the inputs, this time with a stupid paragraph I wrote for my kind of parsing of English. Now, I know that may seem (to those who know English) similar to the story the sister of the main character of Sandman, and the reason is that I had a beta story for the character of Death for millennia and long before I knew of the existence of the DC Comics title. I came to find out that there was a story like this through a magazine (and wanted to die), however, the only thing that my story is like yours is in the personifications of some human, and if paragraph it mentions something about jobs, is pq was tired last (it was early) and did not want to be explaining my story pq is much more complicated so I opted to do a sort of comic fiction, which was all deformed and mixed with my own story, but bueh, left, and the teacher liked it, so to hell XD.

Sandman petenece I nor any of its characters. Although the characters do not belong to the Sandman comic itself, as they are personifications ... and "Spirit Life" in this paragraph is part of the repertoire of my story, so he does belong to me .... although that would be contradicting ... agh, en fin, al drabble:

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She was standing on a roof from one of the highest buildings in the city. Her eyes were brighter than ever, as she thought of the work she'd have to do starting tomorrow, and until a few months later. War was coming closer and closer. She knew it would not be as long as the World Wars from the 20th century (she heard it from a 'life spirit' she didn't hate that much), but definitely, this would be the worst one. Or the best one from her point of view, though.
 

 

-Are you enjoying this? -Asked a voice, and she turned to see a long-haired winged man, with a severe look on his face.
 

 

-Of course I am. I'm the 'so feared' Death, anyways. -Answered her, without smiling -But don't be jealous. I'm sure after this war is over, a lot of women will get pregnant and you'll have as much work as I do now. -She was obviously making fun of him.
 

 

-You don't want to make fun of me right now. I'm really not in the mood. -Said the Life Spirit, threatening, placing his sword's blade very close to her face.
 

 

-Are you trying to scare me, little angel?  -Death asked, and a few minutes later, they heard a distant noise from the sky. And so did the citizens, who started yelling right away that a bomb was coming.
 

 

-You should go now. Your party is about to start. -He said, serious and preparing to fly.
 

 

-Why are you so mad at me? You and your little friends were the ones who gave those 'war-freaks' life, remember?
 

 

Without saying anything else, they both smiled. He disappeared in the dark sky and she looked to the city once more. Death began her landing, and suddenly, she laughed. After all, that was the only life spirit she didn't hate *that* much.

-My party is about to start.

She Said, grabbing her scythe with Excitement growing as she stared the fire. -----------------------------



JAJAJA now that I think the tremendous introduction to piuricie pA ; paragraph XD. Whatever

. Or would the teacher Freddy, "Whathevah '."
QUIT THE SILENCE = COMMENT! ~ Ange

How Does Alprazolam Work

Staging # 5: The End of the United

At last I got inspired to re-write, what emotion ... This time is another 100% drama, based on a story told to me by my older sister when I was about 8 or 9 years, and that gave me so much pain that I wanted to write XD I remember now. So yes, because after ten years, my memory fails a little, I had to invent some things and changed some other, so the thing is 50 and 50 with what was and what forced him to be.

This story I have no idea who owns, because my sister told me ten years ago approx. I do not know if he invented it (as was done with the stories they told me) or if removed from somewhere, in any way transformed it by 70%. Whatever. Enjoy.

"See, see, open your mouth, my prince. So, look, "aaaah" ... EHEA, see? Do you see that is not so bad? Ya, another one, which is half of the soup yet ...

The son smiled through her lips mature, showing their teeth and making uneven smiling mother with him. The minutes passed quickly, and the mother's heart shuddered when he saw the clock read 13:00. He coughed, trying to distance his face as much as possible of the child.

- Are we going to brush our teeth ...? I put the watch face that looks ugly. Come, come, we brush our teeth and then we left to go, okay?

The mother took the great hand of the child through his arms crossed, while down the stairs carefully. He coughed again, his hands crimson paint thinner, which trembled like his legs, the son, smiling and waving to neighbors of the apartment who were walking, and the mother smiled tenderly, seeing increased exponentially soon the number of neighbors and the son she had. The eyes of Dona Milerna and their clients began to perch on them with forced smiles, while resting on a bench in the square with their hairstyles bulky, probably commenting on how difficult it would be for the mother to raise a child all alone jerk for so many years. The mother turned around, letting the child to say hello to them no more to talk about. Coughed again. And the son turned to her, expressionless, gazing with eyes of a child trapped in adult face.

reaching its floor, the mother walked deliberately passing on the accounts under the door, unwilling to even have to remember them. He looked at his watch and turned to shake a shiver down the back: 14:45. He took a deep breath.

"Yes, my prince. Now I'm going to swim to make it pretty well. Today we will see his daddy, so you have to be well groomed.

The mother bathed the child with an air of ritual. Cut your nails and hair after drying, carefully watching that none would be lost in your neck firm or his broad shoulders. He looked his best suit and dressed, while the child was smiling with his mouth agape, watching his mother to strive to find the perfect tie for that dress that had once belonged to the father.

- Do you dream, my prince? "He asked to hear him yawn. - Want to sleep a bit while waiting for dad?

-Do ... dommmir ... "Stammered the son in reply, and she went to bed.

"Sleep no more, my prince. I wake up when her daddy.

Minutes later, the mother sat at the dinner table, opposite the entrance principal, in his best suit. He would sit and wait. Looked at the clock for the last time: 16:15. There were only 45 minutes, and the mother's chest pressed against her father's photograph, taken from his grave the day before. In his tired eyes began to blur images, and the mother took both hands to her face and sobbed in despair, seeing the bills under the door, the eviction order on the table and the other herbs on a plate of soup, which had advised Mrs. Mirta to end it all at once; coughing whenever spraying Masy hands with his life, warm red that fell through his fingers.

17:00. The mother knew without having to see the clock, then felt a terrible noise coming from the fourth child. He turned from black face and white hair neatly brushed, heading for the room, forgetting her own discomfort and trying to ignore the weakness of his legs and difficulty breathing.

Even knowing what would be the mother could not help but kneel beside the child, like leaving dying to see it end up convulsing with half his body out of bed, shedding his tears on his face purple, and placing her knees on the white foam that came out of the mouth mature uneven teeth.

Doña Milerna, the home and truck, however, testified to hearing a woman cry heartbreaking and long before discovering the bodies.

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That's all. A little cebollento, I know, for something I said I was sorry when my sister told me, although I'm not sure you have known to raise the drama of the way I wanted, nor whether it was indeed sad and shit happened to ... whatever, the thing is that I post something after millennia of not writing anything, right?

XD Oh, and before it returns to ask me: "QUIT THE SILENCE" = COMMENT! XD


Au revoir.

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# 4 Freedom

day before yesterday was my bachelor of 4 Average number (last year of compulsory education in my country), maybe post an entry about it later, but for now I must hurry because my sister's tender me is swelling to avoid interrupting your downloads ^ ^ U. Here is my first Harry Potter Drabble, hope you like, pq, is my first drabble of drama o_o

"Harry Potter" is not mine, nor any of its characters. This paper only exists for mere entertainment.

Suddenly the beast stopped. Remus's eyes, a few meters away from Tonks, had begun to recognize their surroundings after hours of darkness that always accompanied him during those disastrous transformations, and notice how, gradually, their hands lost the abnormal hair and exaggerated claws. His face canine left that aspect to move to a more human.

When he returned to normal, the first thing he saw was the ceiling, her head tilted back, feet and back of the witch who had given so much support. Smiled ecstatically, as suddenly as fast as his mind could run for that state of joy, is evoked in front of their eyes the image of Tonks showing the results of their research for more than 3 years after the Dark Lord was defeated. Had finally achieved a way to stop once and for all its transformations. Could finally share a night of full moon with it, no more fears, no insecurities, no dangers or troubles. Its ugly opposite half and never again to interfere.

The method was quite risky, and he strongly opposed. However, it was Nymphadora Tonks who was dealing with, so that he could not persuade her to not continue during this full moon night, after subtracting its preventive potion "to apply the antidote. Should be in both their state of beast stood, not before, not after. And he knew how, when or how he Tonks order to become so insanely risky, he began to feel the liquid go magnanimous your veins and stop their state of unconsciousness. He was free! He was free at last!

Deep in her joy turned to see his beloved friend and confident and ready to celebrate with her on the day of the emancipation of his sentence, resulting in an amazingly short time before the trust was not to tell everything I had inside. That which for so long concealed so as not to involve them more than necessary with him to be impermissible, and thus avoid risking his life, but to him it was a must engage it. Relax your face looking in the eyes of the witch, trying to get the seriousness on his face flushed.

A scourge of horror shook him completely, and flush and joy contained disappeared from the face of the man of torn clothing. Before him, the blood of Tonks was spreading vigorously by the rocky soil of the werewolf hiding, and feeling the grief and panic seized him, took her in his arms, feeling his body bruised by what appeared to be clawing of a large animal. She was smiling, quiet, while Remus looked headed for a warm and happy that he had never seen, in spite of feeling caressed his face bloody tears of the young teacher. He drew her to his breast hard, painful sobs, feeling her friend's life is quickly fading irrevocable.

- How, Nymphadora? How could you be so foolish ...? He asked with a whisper, his eyes silently bathed the head of the witch in tears.

"I told you I would not say so, Remus. My name is Tonks. "I chided stroking her head weakly, with a big smile.

was quiet. Could see the moonlight rested safely on the body of Remus Lupin, and he knew he could leave without remorse: his beloved friend had finally achieved freedom.

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Yay! Finally I wrote a 100% drama, and I think for the first time I have not been so bad. And I notice that I have only read Harry Potter until the middle of the 5th book, so if there is any inconsistency with the story, you know why. And I'm glad you could post this filth, pq I was about to lose the blessed cause of the fucking file to pendrive ¬ ¬ *

Au revoir! * Ange

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Staging Staging # 3 In the Storm

Here's another semi-drabble .... Rurouni Kenshin I am told that there are too many MA, but bueh, I already did and I do not delete XD. Today I read my old stories ... and I realize that, but one that another grammatical error, my writing has not changed at all. I have not improved one bit, even after 17 chapters Kamisama Kenshin, eight with Aishiteruze Killer, three Immoral Desire and four Incomparable (my very first story:: tears::). Sometimes I think the writing is not my thing, in fact, seeing that I posted earlier seems backwards instead of forward ... But bueh, what are you going to do XD It's a hobby any more, anyway. Not that my fate depends on how good writer I am, no? XD.

"Rurouni Kenshin" is not mine at all, nor any of its characters. This paper is for entertainment. Misao

turned his eyes heavenward for a moment after hearing thunder. It looked black and threatening even though they were only five in the afternoon, the leaden clouds invaded it with cruel indifference. "Soon it will rain," said Okina carefree, filling the young ninja of deep consternation. He sure is still there, as every evening, and did not want to catch cold if he decided to return.

- Are you going out, Misao-chan? "Asked the old man with no response, watching the girl out at high speed in the house with an umbrella in hand.

- That Shinomori weasel never leaves alone!

"Shut up, Yahiko, you can hear. -Kaoru rebuked his pupil.

drops began to fall harder and abundance as Misao walked right by which it increased its speed. He pondered long afternoons at the temple and returned to Aoiya the evening, but he did not know how that would last the clouds cry but would expect to stay there the rest of the day. The view from the front door to the courtyard of the shrine stopped his steps, and pushed his wet wood with the hip to gain entry. The door did not budge an inch, despite the many times he repeated the action, with increasing force. "Stupid door, he thought sly, leaving the umbrella at the side to help with the hands to open the locked entrance, as she thought he was. However, the door did not budge, and apparently would not, because to poke his eye he noticed the space between it and the wall was a large timber that kept them together.

looked at the sky in despair, cursing those black clouds that hampered its late, and the infamous piece of wood as a lock, preventing their mission and desire to help Aoshi-sama. Only then did he realize I was soaked, because after leaving the umbrella at a rain swept aside free your body, ignoring the tiny roof that covered the entrance to the temple. It would be pointless to stay, he thought, because it was safer that Aoshi-sama did not come out with a storm like this, I ought to go, yes sir.

And Misao sat with an open umbrella over her, supporting her back at the entrance of the temple and watching the water flow like a river of mud-soaked soil, just like her. "Well, I've never known for being sensible," he said as a justification, not noticing when she fell asleep between the cold of the night and the wind ice seeped their bones.

When he could finally open his eyes, his whole body felt like in the middle of a blazing fire. The head and eyelids ached like every part of him, while all around things went round and round as if he had drunk a large amount of alcohol. It was a nice feeling at all. Could not tell where I was except that he was under cover, but did recognize the man beside her, changed their wet clothes under a white blanket, scrupulously careful not to reveal anything about her female body that could be embarrassing display. His first impulse was to cover and resist, but she was so weak that he lost consciousness once again unable to verify if indeed this man was who she thought.

Night fell on the temple, further obscuring its corners under the unrelenting storm. Aoshi stood over the girl's head with a damp cloth, to lower his fever. He recalled the many times she did the same thing, every time it rained was waiting outside the temple or in the next room if it was cold, until he decided to quit. She wondered why she was doing if there were any opportunities that he had indeed gone out to walk with her in the rain because it always ended before he left or did not end until dawn, and she slept in that room.

had forgotten the reason why this particular day decided to close the door, the sky was beautiful in the morning and never thought it would rain. If it were not for the noise at the input and felt it was surprised not to hear the footsteps of Mass in the courtyard of the temple in the heavenly water would never have known that the girl was there, sleeping in the entrance to the sanctuary. The hours passed slowly and quietly, allowing the former Oniwabanshuu noticing details that had not previously given special attention. He seemed to rain on illuminate further conclusions.

paused to contemplate the firelight the girl who slept beside him. Her feminine features were not as rude and childish as before, now Misao was growing up and adolescence was raging in your body, to the point of no longer seen as a child, but as a woman. With a serious face unwavering, gently stroked her black hair, dissecting his face flushed with fever and mouth agape he breathed with difficulty.

The next morning, Misao woke up in the temple on a futon and covered with blankets. He wore a white gown, and your mind whirling memories vague last night, which saw Aoshi-sama caring for her, watching her arrest, stroking her hair, lightly touching her lips with her male ... Put his fingers to his mouth, almost certainly have felt the contact and the warmth of his superior, surprised and confused at the possibility it was true.

-Wear soon. We will go to the doctor Takani, taking advantage of that came with Himura and others. "I heard that Aoshi-sama through the door with the seriousness and coldness that I used to see him since she was a baby.

- S. .. yes! At one point, Aoshi-sama.

"Hehehe, what a fool ...", laughed to herself, smiling blushing, and without removing the fingers from his lips. "As if it could really happen."

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Too cloying? Yeah, I know ... Today I'm pink to death ... at least in terms of writing, as you will see after this semi-drabble. And until it has become the giant tag that is definitely on my list x_x I write more.