Matias y MinervaMatias y Minerva22 hours ago in Short Stories
- Los Salazar están muy enfermos. - Dijo el doctor. - Con algo así, no se les ocurra de ningún modo tocarlos.
Matías Velázquez se preparaba para traerles el desayuno encima de un carrito. Carrito que, después de esa vez, jamás volverían a usar de nuevo. Tan distraído en prepararle estaba, que no se dio cuenta que alguien se lo estaba llevando. Ah...pero cuando se percata...
- ¡Oiga, aún no está... - Volteó a ver y vio a esa robusta mujer.
- No le pongas color hombre, sabes que después no volverás a ver esos utensilios... Yo lo llevo.
La miró muy extrañado...
La actitud cortante de Minerva con él no era una novedad. Era siempre así.
Desde que ella había llegado hace 30 años, siempre fue muy individualista. Cuando llegó, él le ofreció ayudar a la joven de 20.
Y ella, ella contestó con 'No gracias, creo que limpiar es demasiado fácil para un tutorial grati
StarsStars6 hours ago in Short Stories
Minae had come to an agreement with her young son
When the sun kissed the sea, he had to be ready for bed, even if he stayed up far passed when the sun was gone. This served two purposes.
Purpose one was to make sure he was all set for bed. The boy had a vaguely set bedtime that, try as they might, his caretakers could never seem to keep. Sometimes he was asleep by 7:30, sometimes 9. Him being in his pajamas always helped him feel more tired. Perhaps due to association.
Purpose two was to burn off steam. When his nanny or babysitter (depending) saw that the sun was starting to get close to the horizon, they would kick his playtime into high gear. Games of chase, going to the park, dancing around, whatever they could do to get him tired for bed.
And it was working wonderfully… until the young boy went missing.
Now, most parents would be mortified at the idea that their child was missing, but not Minae. For one, there was no way he could leave the castle grounds - what with the lar
Development Yay for character development! And lots and lots of dialogue.Development 6 hours ago in Short Stories
Letter To Loss OnesDear Mum and Danny,Letter To Loss Ones1 day ago in Short Stories
Do you both remember when I asked where people go when they die? Mum, you said they go to a place up in the clouds, a magical place where wishes come true and where people live in peace. Then Danny, you came in and told me not to worry about that. I was only eight then but I understood everything. Besides, it was only six months later that you both left us and went to the place up in the clouds. I can still hear both of your voices sometimes.
Everything is alright down here. Dad’s still working at the school, teaching little ones how to read and do maths. He’s got a grey hair now, I bet you would have some if you were here Mum. Chloe changed, a lot. She cut her hair and dyed it red. She hangs out at the junkyard more often now. She even got more piercings in her ears. You wanted to get your ears pierced, didn’t you Danny. And me? Well, i’m fine. My fringe grew over my forehead. I placed a white rose in my hair to remember you Mum. My powers a
Silent WarmthA crisp breeze waved it's way through the count’s thick fur as strong legs made their way through the thick snow. Everything seemed so quiet and mellow at this time of the day… Perhaps it was also the near passing of rut that was to blame for the peace that drifted through the Royal glades. Most stags had found their harems and settled down for the breath of life that awaited them in spring. Though despite the peace, it had been a trying day that had seemed to stretch on eternally. Zoltan had completed his duties by meeting with the other members of the stone circle today, and then had visited his sickly father. The only parent he had left.Silent Warmth4 hours ago in Short Stories
The morbid truth had never passed by him. Even his loved ones, no matter how meaningful to him, were to join Oganach eventually. The count had no delusions regarding that harsh fact of life. However, the herbalists had told him that he should begin making the necessary preparations over the next two seasons. His father would not make it