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SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 2SON PRIMOS ??? CAP 2
7 dias despues...
bien aqui estoy , en mexico , extrañando a brenda , a mi amor , espero que sea muy feliz con bruno , y yo ? , pues , en plena balacera , contra unos malandros enemigos , herido en el brazo recordando lo que paso , como termine aqui
vicente : vamos *dispara* eso es todo ???
enemigo : claro que no
migel : pues creo que si *dispara , y mata a varios*
paty : bien , terminamos con todos
vicente : bueno , vamonos antes de que llege la chota
migel y paty : ok *se van*
mientras que con bruno...
bruno pov : pues , ire por ti brenda , y matare a vicente , para que ya no se interponga
bruno : cuanto cuesta

Death. Dying. What a pleasant story, right? I could go on, and on about death, but, you would die before I finished (the pun, yes, I know.) so I'm going to make it quick.
How I got to be like this is a long story. Basically, all my life, I've been "special," and people have been hunting me. Well, they got me. In the year 3002, they can kill you painlessly and slowly. That is what is happening right now. My body is shutting down.
What it feels like...boy, this...this is the longest part. "The light at the end of the tunnel," you know, that phrase? It's actually pretty accurate. With my eyes closed, and no last words to utter,

The Mistress's TaleThe trip to Canterbury was one of great advent’a,
Unless, of course, you were a maiden of great dementia.
The roads were filled with squires, nuns, and monks,
And gentlemen who thrived in the game of hunts.

Upon this road was one that strode in the back,
She was ridden upon a horse, mane of white, fur of black.
Upon the woman’s crown
Was a top hat, large and round.

The countenance she bore was one of mystery,
And her voice was one that could entrance a flee.
The Mistress, she was called
If you thought it scandalous, she would be appalled.

No, the name itself meant great estate owner,
One with servants and plenty of money for do

NoireRecordaba aquel día como si hubiese sido ayer mismo. No sabía cuanto tiempo había pasado exactamente desde entonces. ¿Un par de años? Eso era lo de menos, podía haber pasado pagina y haber escapado de aquello de innumerables formas, pero optó por la opción más fácil: el alcohol.

El bar estaba vacío, aunque no es que estuviese nunca precisamente hasta los topes. Si hacía memoria e intentaba unir los pocos fragmentos coherentes de los últimos años, se recordaba más tiempo en aquel antro que en su propio apartamento.

Pequeñas gotas de lluvia tintineaban suavemente contra las ventanas, parecía ser que estaba cayendo una buena. Sobre la barra de

Salvation“How many did you want again?”

“Thirty. You have it right.” The man dressed in white doused out his cigar. He picked up the thirty packs of white powder from the table and placed them in his pocket.

“You ain’t gonna weigh them?” asked the bald, short, and chunky man standing beside him.

The other man smiled and patted the baldman on the back. “There isn’t any reason for you to double cross me, is there?” The bald man shook his head.

“No, of course not. But there is one problem- you talk too much.” The man in the white suit pulled out his revolver and placed a bullet b

Negligencia- ¡No puedes alejarte más, Kaianna!

La voz de Katori se le hizo lo más irritante del mundo en ese momento. La llevaba siguiendo un rato, a pesar de que ella no lo había pedido, y ya no pudo hacer nada después de alejarse de la tribu.

Era el día de su decimoctavo cumpleaños, y todos estaban ocupados con aquella estúpida fiesta que ella ni siquiera quería. Desde pequeña había odiado el lugar en qué había nacido; las normas, las malditas palabras que le impedían practicar el bending y ser ella misma...Se había puesto la meta de salir un d&ia

YesterdaySal woke up early today, the clock on her table showed 05:27. But she knew that when she's awake she can't fall asleep again.
Sal sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes. But when she looked up again she couldn't recognize the room! she couldn't remember what happened the night before and she had no idea where she was.
Sal grabbed the door handle but the door was locked. Why couldn't she remember what happened yesterday? she thought about what she had done yesterday and started at the morning.
I woke up. took clothes on. ate breakfast. packed my backpack. said goodbye to mum. But then it became hard to remember. It was like the time, two years ago when her friends made her drink so much that she got a blackout. blood. why is it the only word there comes to my mind, why is it that I think of blood?

Birthday!Today is my birthday. The most miserable day of my life, every birthday that I have ever had was having me locked up in a dark room with my therapist. My therapist was never in the room with me, my parents refused to have a random person come over just to talk about my worthless life and my two friends. No instead they installed a microphone and a speaker.
"Happy Birthday _____. How was your day?"
How was your day was? That question was asked every day from everybody that would talk to me except from my parents. My parents didn't care what I did as long as I came home, or as long as I didn't hang out with any of my friends at home

Part 1: MLI Book 1Part 1: There Was Sherlock Twilight. She Was sitting by the fireplace in her big chair. There sitting around here were her side-kicks Spike, Owlowiscious , and her mystery solving gang. They were known as My Little Investigations. Twilight Sparkle, “The Hacker”, who could hack into anything. Rarity, “The Drama Queen”, who so dramatic, that she could distract anyone so her partners could sneak by the security system or anything. Pinkie Pie,

The Time Is Now last chapterthe time is now chapter 5
the final chapter:
timas point of view:
now, i know that roes mum doesn't remember who roe, me or mina are and i also know that roe has mysteriously dissapeared somewhere... but where.
no-ones point off view:
mina woke up from a dream, but not any dream, it was the dream that roe had before she was... TAKEN!
mina was still sleepy till she saw a creepy shadow in front of her bed, of course she took no notice of it but it made a huge banging sound... IT WAS ROE!
mina said " ro..roe? is that you? what are you doing here, me and tima where looking everywhere for you imean where could you have been? wait, roe ge

Mistaken Identity When I first arrived at the cabin in the woods, I had no intention of staying, but something, or someone called upon me to remain at my destination. My first instinct was to turn around and never look back. I chose to stay. Once I crossed the barrier, I knew that there was no turning back. Looking around, I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone was watching me within the shadows. But I was convinced it was all in my imagination. Any sane person would have turned and walked right out of this dreadful obscenity. At this point I was no longer thinking rationally. I chose to keep on walking and face whatever lay ahead of me like a man.
This cabin left little to the imagination. Looking around, I felt as if I was trapped in my own personal hell. The cabin looked abandoned; as if it hadn’t been lived in for many years. As I made my way through the old cabin, I knew I shouldn’t be here. The walls were stai

Insanity“Insanity is an odd but equally perishable fruit. So they just give it an expiration date in hope it will go away.”

She walked down the empty halls, aimless and confused. Metallic screams echoed behind her, screeching as she tried to find her room. She couldn’t help wondering why it was that she was in a place like this. She had a good education. She had several close friends. She was very intelligent for her age… And yet here she was.

They had managed to lock her up. They’d also managed to break her down. Here it didn’t matter who you were. You could be white or black, bright or dim, human or beast...

Just Pray -Kennel Disaster Pt. 1They say you're safe in the mountains, that it's like being in a forcefield that just keeps the storms out. But that's not really true. But if they make it past that barrier, if they find that passage before they spin out looking for it, it's devesation. They're caught, looking for a way out and until they find it, or wind down, it's on. Bouncing from mountain to mountain, ripping through valleys and hollers without remorse.
This was the lesson we learned that day, that you're never really safe.
The news had said severe thunderstorms were on their way, to take heed of damaging winds and hail and rain. But that was all they said before the po

Atoms Everything is made of atoms. Air, metal, plastic, concrete, wire, milk, glass, tables, linoleum, microwaves, frozen lasagne. People. Groups of atoms making matter making cells making tissues making organs making systems making bodies.

This is what Peter thinks as the microwave mmmmmmmmmms. The spinning pre-cooked meal is a hypnotist’s pendant to his vacant eyes, creating a trance in which he is free to explore the possibilities locked in his head.

In childhood, Peter was easily amused. Toasting, squeezing, stretching, painting and eating. These were his favourite things. He despised watching television. His m

Wanna Go Out - Chapter 4When Rigby heard the door open, he squeezed his eyes shut. Since he had found Mordecai, no one had come into the bathroom to either go to the toilet or check on him. He braced for the yelling, but instead he heard soft footsteps behind him.
"Hey Rigby, we're gonna go-"
Rigby slowly opened his eyes when he heard the voice to be Bensons and he breathed out slowly. Benson knelt down next to him, his eyes wide. "What happened?"
Recollecting his thoughts, Rigby looked back at Mordecai and replied. "I just found him unconscious on the floor."
"Has he moved at all?"
Rigby shook his head. "He hasn't woken up either."
"Has anyone been in the bathroom since you found him?"
He shook his head again. "No."
Benson fell silent as he checked Mordecai over. He found a pink line on Mordecai's neck. "No one attacked him..." He muttered.
"What?"
Benson glanced at him. "There's a mark on his neck."
"Oh...that's probably from when he went unconscious and fell on the floor. He probably knocked himself on the

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MD XIII: About Her pt II

by *Chibi-Baka3, Jul 16, 2011, 11:39:10 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Mystery & Suspense / Short Stories

"But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know? Why should I care?"

Continuing on her way, she soon made it to a graveyard. A lone raven sat on a branch not so far away, staring at the woman upon her arrival. She looked back at it, then held out her hand. The raven did not hesitate to fly over; after landing, she gently pet it.

"Where is she?"

The bird sat there for a moment, then flew off. She followed it, soon stopping in front of a grave. There was a long silence as she only stared, the memories flashing before her eyes. The good, the bad...the absolutely unspeakable. Too many changes had occured; too many for her taste. She put her briefcase down beside her, then touched her shoulder. A burning feeling suddenly occured, stretching all across her back. She growled a bit from remembering what happened, looking away for a moment. Then she looked back at the grave.

"I trusted you."

"Please, don't bother trying to find her
She's not there..."

MD XIII: About Her pt IIby *Chibi-Baka3

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Mystery & Suspense / Short Stories

Song of Inspiration: "About Her" by Malcolm McLaren [link]

Here's the last part to it. Like I've said before, I decided to split it; not only would it be too long, but I thought it would be nice to have people look forward to the next part. Because it's a "drabble", it didn't take long. And everyone knows I'm too impatient to wait to put something up. xDD

So, enjoy it. 8D

I do not own any of the songs or lyrics I use in the drabble series. They belong to their respective artists/record labels; this is purely for entertainment purposes.

(c) Song and lyrics belong to Malcolm McLaren and all respective record labels
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