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Sneak peak of shattered memoriesI ran down the street with the locket I found held close to my chest. “GET BACK HER THIEF!” I heard someone shout behind me. I didn’t care to look back, I only had one thought in my mind and that was running as fast as I could. I wasn’t watching were I was going when I crashed into three older boys.
still nothing yetZ is still in the hospital, it's been seven days now and he's starting to get nervous and scared. He told me a few times he's given up and wants to die at home. I keep telling him he's not going die, but he just keeps getting worse. The doctors still don't know what's wrong with him. They said he has some virus, but virus's normally go away. They are pretty sure it's a virus that hasn't been discovered yet and are treating my brother like a human test subject. It makes me mad, but right now I just want him better, he doesn't deserve to go through this kind of pain. I don't know what to tell him anymore to keep him calm.
Ask BalthazarNow you may ask Balthazar anything you want. it can be personal to but i can't promise a straight answer
I will be back tomorrowOkay, i don't have enough time to explain all the details but Zerlex is getting worse. I'm taking him into the hospital and i won't be back till tomorrow. or maybe sunday. I'm not ignoring you guys, but my cousin comes first. I'm sorry
To Hoard Cakes: A Canadian RomanceOnce upon a recent time, in the mysterious kingdom of Canada, there lived a young artist named Christin. She was effervescent, eccentric, and somewhat reclusive, working tirelessly on her craft, keeping only cat and canvas as company. She worked so very hard, and often forgot to eat. The townspeople worried for her health, as she often left her lights on well into the next morning, sometimes days in a row. She didn’t always notice other people stopping by, even working during sales of her wares!
Of the townspeople, the baker’s apprentice, Brady…something or other, was the most concerned. He’d seen her on the rare occasions she wandered into town for something. She seemed as though she wasn’t there as she went about her errands. Her hair was in unkept, eldritch tangles, and she was smattered with paint, chalk, and ink here and there; her eyes seemed to be staring a hundred steps in front of her. By all accounts, she should be some strange creature,
Chapter 2: PAGE 4“Anyway what do you think I should tell them now?” The unknown man asked more friendly, as he paced through the room. “I don´t need to explain to you how important this is. There are so many innocent lives at stake!” He said passionate and for a moment his voice seemed to break.
It was at this point Dailon suddenly felt confused. The man seemed to be sincere and apparently it never was supposed to happen that Kaithleia got killed or they were forced here against their own will. Truth be told if this had been told to him directly he would probably have never believed it, but like this it was almost impossible not to believe. They could not know that he was eavesdropping on their conversation, so there was no reason to lie.
“Well if I may make a suggestion, just tell them the truth. We are fighting for a noble course and those kids all have a good heart. You selected them specifically for that.” the teacher said casually as normal, when he
Whispers in the dark 2 | Episodio 25
Episodio 25: Despedida
A media noche,alguien llamó al teléfono de Kevin y cómo Adam se despierta a la más mínima se dio cuenta,pero él no se levantaba,asi que usó la técnica de tocarle la oreja y salió perfecta.
- Te suena el móvil Kevin -
- Ah...siento haberte despertado - lo coge
Estuvo hablando un rato pequeño,el pequeño no pudo seguir la conversación,no sabia de que hablaban,él solo decía "si""ahora mismo"... todo el tiempo.
- Tengo que hacer unos recados... -
- ¿Recados? ¿vas a traficar tu último día aqui? -
- Lo siento Adam pero...él te conoce y si no hago lo que pide te hará daño -
- ¿Y cuándo no estés? -
- Les ordenaré a Dexter,Ori y Héctor que cojan mi móvil,y le diré a Teddy que yo no podré hacerlo más...aun que seguramente me de una paliza por eso -
Whispers in the dark 2 | Episodio 24
Episodio 24: Mi regalo
Adam tuvo que seguir yéndo a la escuela,aun que tuviera mucho sueño y nunca prestara atención.Las clases de biología ahora eran iferentes,Davi estaba muy deprimida y si los compañeros gritaban o paseaban por la clase ella no decía nada,a veces los dejaba hacer lo que quisieran.Un día,él estaba paseando por los pasillos cuando se encontró a su profesora hablando con el director.
- ¡Si no cambias esa actitud tendré que despedirte! -
- Si,señor... -
Ella seguía cabizbaja.Cuando el dire se fue,se acercó a ella para preguntarle sobre su hijo.
- ¿Cómo está Kevin? -
- No lo sé,no lo vi desde hace mucho... -
Se preocuparon aún más,ya era hora de salir y como siempre,tenía esperanzas de encontrárselo alli esperándole,pero ya no era asi.Todo le recordaba a él,la puerta de la escuela,los callejones,el b
peaceful at last,chapter 7The next morning exlo awoke to the sun in his face and a cold breeze blowing over him. He opened his eyes to find that kieroff was hanging onto a strut of wood on the roof. It had splinters hanging from every Centimetre of the plank and every time kieroff moved a toe or a foot, another would pierce his skin. Exlo got up and walked downstairs and sat down. He started to count down from three and at one he heard a large crash from upstairs and a moan from kieroff.
“God, why are there so many splinters in those struts, I swear if I hurt myself I am gonna light them on fire”, said kieroff walking down the stairs.
“Wouldn’t that be a shame”, exlo muttered under his breath. “Manna was going nuts at me yesterday; he wants you to come with us to live in a temple……..you were so……don’t go rambling on at me, manna, manna, MANNA”, yelled exlo.
Kieroff started to laugh and he fell over from it. “So you expect me to go
Chapter 2: PAGE 6In his haste to sit down he almost did not notice how far he actually sunk into bed as he sat down. He had never slept on anything better then thin leather blanket spread on top of a stone bed. Even that was already a luxury only bestowed upon those who reached the elite year of the Institute. It almost felt comfortable, though Dailon wondered what kind of filling they used that he would sink in that far. Now was not the time to check it though, so he kept massaging his head as the wooden panel slid upwards.
`Ah so it was a door after all.` Dailon thought to himself, watching the door entrance closely through a tiny slit in his eyelids, that was too small to notice in the dark room. He would never have found out that it was a door that opens upward. Somehow it goes so completely against taught nature, or perhaps even simple instinct, that he would never have figured that out.
“Ah I see you are awake young Dailon.” The man said as he slowly walked into the room. “When
'Flux' or 'Duncan's Diary'“Wake up, NanoSounds.”
Kim woke with a start, almost smacking her head on the bunk above. Had she just dreamt that voice? It certainly didn't sound like Duncan.
That was when it struck her that something was different. Firstly, the window to the tower was open a crack, and the winter snow was slowly drifting in through the gap, drawing a thin line of cold snowflakes across the floor. Second was the absence of any sound other than the shuffling of the leaves outside. No snores or snorts, no shuffling of bedclothes or nocturnal mutterings. She pulled the covers aside and stepped out of bed, groggily. A cursory glance to the upper bunk confirmed the absence of her partner in misadventures. She wondered if perhaps he was still downstairs in the workshop, although no sound could be heard from the many machines below.
As she made for the stairs, Kim's attention was drawn to a fluttering from Duncan's bunk. The soft wind was shuffling some sort of paper half poking f
Chapter 2: PAGE 7If only he would have been able to see the man properly he would have been able to verify his suspicion. He had never been good in controlling the energy like many others were. In fact he was so horrible at it that even the teachers were astounded by it. Normally if a person could not use the energy within it meant that they simple did not have enough, but Dailon seemed to be the opposite. His ability to sense the energy in all its forms though was one of the highest, so it was not his control or senses that prohibited him using energy outside his body. Not even the teachers and experts at the Institute could figure out why he was completely unable to use it.
Dailon himself could not figure it out either, despite having studied it for a long time, as he would have loved to be a battle mage, considered to be the highest battle rank. However no matter how much he tried the fact remained that whenever he summoned energy outside his body, it just exploded almost immediately.
The HuntedYou have spread over this land like a disease, devouring everything. You have slaughtered my kindred, my prey, griffin and unicorn and made them myth. I take your cattle for sustenance only, for you have robbed me of the thrill of the hunt. And now you call me monster and point your spears and arrows to the sky a turn your greedy eyes upon my golden nest. I am dragon and I am the hunted now.
This worldThis world
The world is a funny place, a funny place indeed. We follow so blindly to anyone who'll lead.
We don't discipline our children, yet expect them to behave. We don't believe in God, yet we use His name in vain.
The Bible is a great book though, at least, a few pages are... but we don't bother to look too closely, we don't go very far.
We want world peace, we want clean air, we want good health, but to change the way we live? Why, we wouldn't dare!
We want to love and be loved alike, but we know not that true love comes with a price.
We prideful beings, we act on impulse, leaving behind a path of destruction we, ourselves, repulse.
We are in want of the product of cultivation, yet refuse to lift a finger; we haven't built a foundation.
Morality and prudence are matters of the past; we'd rather sell our bodies and hope that "love" will last.
Freedom do be is what we crave; yet depression and pride hold us as slaves.
The media distorts everything, yet we listen with great intent.
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