TyM:Amor de espia Parte 13TyM:Amor de espia Parte 1320 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lon: Oye amor mañana en la noche tengo que ayudar a unos amigos ¿está bien?
Sam: Claro cielo, yo y también tengo cosas que hacer
Con Fran y Tamy
Tamy: Cariño mañana en la noche tengo que… eh… ayudar a Flor con el baby shower.
Fran: Esta bien amor, yo igual mañana en la noche tengo que ir a ayudar a unos amigos con Lon
Tamy: Esta bien…
EN LA GUARIDA DE LAS CHICAS
Jazz estaba distraida observando una imagen de cuando eran niños y estaba toda la pandilla junta
Dezz: Jazz ¿estas bien?
Marie: Pareces estar distraida
Jazz: Si lo siento -guarda la foto
Marie: Tengo una idea, ¿por que no nos arreglamos y vamos a la discoteca de salsa?
Dezz: Si estaria genial
Jazz: Si que hace mucho que no movemos el esqueleto -poniendose a bailar con un cojin
Entran Tamy y Sam y se quedan observando a Jazz
Gracias al futuro Parte 17ANTERIORMENTEGracias al futuro Parte 1722 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Anab: Vienen a ayudarte
Phin: Genial pues si ya esta todo listo
J: Si todo esta listo
Phin: Vamonos a ¡ESPAÑA!
EN ZARAGOZA, ESPAÑA
Issabela estaba andando por una calle que le llevaba hacia su trabajo en una escuela de infantil, Issabela tenia ya un piso alquilado y como necesitaba el trabajo no comento que estaba embarazada, lo cual aun no se podia creer
Issa: -entrando al colegio- Buenos diasa todos ¿que estaishaciendo? -con una gran sonrisa en la cara
Alumnos: Buenos dias señorita Issabela
Issa: Hoy vamos a dibujar un rato, podeis dibujar lo que querais luego nos contareis que habeis dibujado, asi que sacad las pinturas -con una gran sonrisa
Los alumnossacaron las pinturas y comenzaron a dibujar, Issa iba obsevando como todos dibujaban excepto un pequeño niño pelirojo
Issa: Pablo ¿por que no dibujas nada?
Pablo: Es que señorita, me encanta dibujar, p
Tide: Chapter 4: PrideTide: Chapter 4: Pride19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4: Pride
The following morning, Freya rose early, unable to sleep that evening. Her anger, still fresh, only motivated her to get her work done. From 4 o'clock, she was down the stairs, apron on and hair tied back, cleaning the reception area floorboards with a brush and soapy water. The rainy weather had resulted in muddy footprints everywhere, and the sight of them just reminded her of how annoying the general public could be. She tore them away in a flurry of bristles and bubbles. After that, she progressed through the hall, cleaning furiously. By the time she had reached the kitchen, it was already time for her sister to rise. She heard someone approach from behind, and turned to greet them. It was her mother. She must have stayed the night in Granny's room. Saying nothing, Freya turned back to her work again, scrubbing away at the tiling on the floor. She tried to look as busy as possible to avoid conversation, and listened as the other simply made her coffee an
The UnknownI laid down in the apparatus that engulfed me, reluctantly nodding my head ‘yes’. It resembled a cross between a dentist chair and those machines they put in hair salons to give women hair permanents. He pulled the top of it over my head with a small bit of hesitation, like he was giving me a last chance to not go through with it.The Unknown18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m going to need you to keep your breath steady and your mind calm…”, the doctor started giving a ton of instructions.
“…Skipping around in a dream-like state…”
Everything slowly became fuzzy.
“…Starting from your earliest memory…”
I wondered what you were doing right now. I pictured you sitting up in the window, strumming silently on your guitar. I thought of you waiting for me to come home, blissfully unaware.
“…And ending with the outcome…”
What if our story isn't happy? What if we become other people?
“…Come back when outcome is discov
Seductive Passion From The PhantomPhantom of the famous OperaSeductive Passion From The Phantom21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Have you come to take me on a dream again?
I feel your soft, cold hands
Wrap around my waist
In such a seductive manner
Take me away on a romance
One I've never known
One I have never seen
With my longing eyes
Kiss me with lips so tender and red
Hungry for my love and passion
Whisk me away with unbelievable sights
Slither your tongue in these chambers
That crave your sweat and saliva
Oh how WILD that makes me.... Purring with pleasure..~
I feel that he's there. The Phantom. Or maybe it's not the Phantom. Maybe it's the person who's come to give me hope that someone amazing and mysterious may come my way. His hands wrap around me in two different places. Both hands have white gloves on. As if he would whisk me away to a ball and I wouldn't have a clue in the world.
Do I dream again?
For now I find
Te amo Mordecai Disculpen la tardanza de SOBREVIVIENDO, es que el golpe que me di en la cabeza me a afectado en mucho (Literalmente, no jodo) Yo siempre era infantil y ahora soy mas madura ¡¡¡Y ODIO MADURAR, PARA MI ES HORRIBLE!!!... Mejor continuo con esto...Te amo Mordecai14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
ADVERTENCIA: Este ONE SHOT es BL (Boy Love,chico y chico) si no les gusta,no lean y si quieren juzgar no de mal gusto.
ADVERTENCIA 2: Este ONE SHOT contiene lemon,solo apto para fujoshis,fundashis y mayores de 18 años. Si lo ves igual,ya te lo dije.
Te amo Mordecai
Hay cosas que Mordecai no sabe de Rigby, cosas que realmente le dolerían si lo volviese a recordad. Los padres de Rigby murieron en una explosión de avión, ambos venían luego de una entrevista de trabajo, y luego de 2 semanas Don no soporto la tragedia de sus padres y se suicidó. Rigby no sabía qué hacer, sentía como si no tuviera a nadie a su lado, hasta que recordó que la familia de Mordecai lo dejaría vivir
Fleace ~ All is fair in love and Wii partiesI haven't written in what seems like forever but I was inspired by the Hallo-wii-kend stream the crew (well most of them) did last weekend so here you go some fleace!Fleace ~ All is fair in love and Wii parties19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Noo!" The darker haired male slurred slightly as he fell into the bed, his arms flailing slightly, "I don't want to sleep!" he cried to the blond in the doorway but climbed into the covers anyway, "tough because you are" Fluke stated making his way to lie next to the other even as Peace began making complaining noises. "Shhh" Fluke dragged out as he put a finger over the others lips "you're going to have to be quiet, we don't want you to wake Hollow up in the middle of the night, do we?" he asked, referring to his sleep talking, almost like a mother to a disobedient child, to which Peace shook his head. Fluke flung back the covers, causing Peace to whimper at the cold air that was let in, and he crawled inside. They felt, and well were, very close to each other; looking over each other's faces almost admiringl
Trash and Treasure (Prose)Trash and Treasure (Prose)4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Trash and Treasure
I don’t understand.
I don’t understand why you hold me so gently in your arms, as if I, to you, am the most precious treasure in the world. I feel how softly you run your hands along my arms and back, so reassuringly, as if you are physically gathering all of my negativities within your fingertips and banishing them. Gently cradling me and caressing me, lulling me into a state of tranquillity that I can’t help but desire would last forever. I close my eyes, and as if on cue, I feel the soft tendrils of your breath ghost warmly over my face, feel the softest pair of lips grace my eyelids, eyelashes and cheekbones, glorifying them. How lovely the feeling; against the contours of my skin your mouth journeys, exploring the expanse of my flesh like it were a wonderful thing. Your body surrounds mine, consuming me in the sanctity of your embrace, and when your lips find mine, you are feather-light and sweet. This touch alone devotes
Original Work: Let Your Waves Crash Down On MeMaybe if you squinted, the sand would be whiter, but other then the more tan color of the sand, the beach was a paradise. The ocean was calm, the sky blue, the sun baring down on her already tanned skin as Gage Madison sat on her beach towel looking out at the calm waves, light brown waves of hair occasionally flying in front of her face from the ocean breeze.Original Work: Let Your Waves Crash Down On Me13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had lived on this beach for more then ten years since her father had gotten a promotion at his law firm. Here she met all of his old college friends who had grown up and had families of their own, she had pretty much grown up with all of the children of her father’s friends. Every summer most of their time would be spent on the beach.
They had a spot on the beach that only they stayed on. It was away from the other tourists, a quiet spot a mile from the major hotels and retail areas. Usually watched by a few very attractive lifeguards who were friends of Nikolai Yuri.
Nikolai was the son of Dimitri Yuri, a man who owned
The Last Days: ProloguePrologue: DenverThe Last Days: Prologue14 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“That’ll be six seventy-two sir.”
“Shove it, kid. Don’t call me sir. You don’t have that right.” The portly man wobbled away like a drunk penguin after handing me some coins and crumpled up dollar bills.
“My apologies; have a nice day!” What I really wanted to say was, “My apologies. Do you see that Corvette driving by? Would you be so kind as to walk in front of it? Have a nice day. Sir.” Such is a day in the life of a person working at a local no-name convenience store in the middle of another December winter in Denver, Colorado.
My name’s Hayden. I’m just a typical 17-year-old who goes to high school, has a minimum-wage job, and lives with his parents. I suppose the only unorthodox thing about me would be that I don’t throw my money away whenever the
The Meeting“Hey there, sunshine, still in bed?” Harry asked cheerfully, sitting down next to the young woman.The Meeting41 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Mmmm…” Was the only reply he heard, as she rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow. Harry reached out a hand and stroked her honey-blonde hair.
“Come on, Daisy, it’s a beautiful day outside!” He said, playing with her hair.
“I thought I told you not to ever call me that again.” The woman mumbled out sleepily.
“Very funny.” She sighed and turned around to face him. No, that would be skipping a few steps. First she turned to her back, stretched, yawned, rubbed her eyes, and only then she looked at him.
“Good morning, Harry.” She said, looking up at him with her startling blue eyes, a small smile on her lips.
“Good morning, Sam.” Harry leaned down and kissed her forehead. “How is my Sleeping Beauty today?”
“Dying for some good, strong c
Midnight Church“I really don’t think this is a good idea.” I expressed this sentiment to most of Noah’s plans, but this one might be his worst yet.Midnight Church4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He rolled his eyes in my general direction. “It’s a church. Wouldn’t God want his worshipers here?”
My experience with religion was tenuous at best, but that didn’t stop me from arguing. “At a Sunday morning service, sure. Not at three o’clock at night. There’s a reason the doors are locked.”
Noah just shook his head. “I hate services. I don’t know how you’re supposed to commune with God when all the other people are around – talking, singing, praying.”
“Afraid he won’t hear you?” I ask, trying to be sardonic.
“God hears everything. I’m just afraid I won’t hear his reply.” That shut me up. Noah does that a lot, ruining a moment of frivolity with seriousness, jumping from one to the other so quickly that it w
Sand CastleThere once was a prince,his name was Percy Jackson.But they called him P.J for short. Well anyway this boy's father had just died and he was alone................but not for long........Sand Castle13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Capitulo 1: Mi erteno adiosEstados unidos, Nueva York: enero del 2009Capitulo 1: Mi erteno adios16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ruidos, aterradores, hombres discutiendo entre sí mientras…
En una vieja casa de madera, lo suficientemente grande para abarcar una familia de 3 personas. La puerta estaba ligeramente abierta, los vidrios rotos de las ventanas estaban esparcidos por el frío suelo, ninguna persona se imaginaria la calamidad que estaba ocurriendo dentro de esas cuatro paredes. Ninguna.
Yo me escondía detrás de un mueble rojo de cuero, que cubría mi cuerpo que temblaba incontrolablemente. Podía escuchar los horribles sonidos; un cuchillo apuñalando…una y otra…sin detenerse…La cruel realidad destrozó mi mundo.
Mis padres fueron asesinados frente a mí, dos hombres con cuchillos los apuñalaban una y otra vez, mientras les decían:
— ¿Dónde está? ¿Dónde está ella? —Su voz