RS Esp-. :.: Man Down :.:RS Esp-. :.: Man Down :.:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Es una noche lluviosa, pero me da igual, no saldré de aquí en mucho tiempo.
No puedo ni imaginar lo que mis amigos, mi novia y mi familia puedan pensar de mí, no tuve ni tiempo de explicar nada, todo fue tan rápido. Lo recuerdo como si hubiera sido ayer, bueno de hecho fue hace una semana.
Mis amigos y yo decidimos salir juntos a cenar y a pasear parecía que sería un gran fin de semana pero no contaba con lo que iba a pasar.
-“Vamos Mordecai sube al auto” me grito Rigby desde la camioneta de Skips.
-“¡Espérame!” Le dije, pues todavía tenía que agarrar algo de dinero y no sé porque pero cuando salgo me gusta cargar una pistola, no se sabe si la necesitare. La estaba buscando, tenía miedo de que alguien supiera que tenía una pistola como pertenencia, la única persona que sabía era Margaret, y solo lo supo porque me sorprendió en una de nuestras cita
Cambio de roles, parte 4Cambio de roles, parte 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-¡YA ERA HORA QUE APARECIERAN, PAR DE HOLGAZANES, MEJOR SERA QUE ME DEN UNA BUENA EXPLICACIÓN O ESTARAN DESPEDIDOS!- grito Benson todo rojo y molesto
- ¿Qué paso yo que hice?- pregunto Mordecai asustado
-¡Benson! Ya te dije que esos no son Mordecai y Rigby que conocemos- dijo Skips
-Disculpen, es la costumbre
-Te pareces mucho al Benson que conocemos- le dije
Después de la confusión, Mordecai y Rigby comenzaron a comentar todos los acontecimientos que le habían ocurrido, nada fuera de lo común en sus vidas, todo se resumía a su vida diaria en la cafetería, cosa que dejo confundido a Skips y Benson, porque ellos decían que Eileen y yo éramos las que trabajábamos en la cafetería, no llegábamos a nada.
-Esto es muy confuso, parece como si se hubieran cambiado los roles, todo lo que me dicen Eileen y tu lo han hecho Mordecai y Rigby, y todo lo que me han contado de la cafetería en realidad te ocurre a ti y
Regular Depression ch 1Regular Depression ch 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
There was a knock at the door at an apartment, where a depressed man lies. He was lying down in his bed, not moving an inch, but wasn't asleep though. It was raining outside. The Apartment was filled with silence. He could hear the rain tapping up against the window shield. It was also cold inside the apartment. The man shivered, also chattered his teeth. He tucked himself under the covers to prevent himself from getting cold, since he didn't even bother to turn on the thermostat.
Another knock was at the door, this time the male stood up in his bed and they got out of it. He stands up very slowly and started walking towards his door of the apartment, about to answer it. While he walked, he past a lot of things and some trash that was in the floor, kicking or dragging it across the floor with his feet, without a care. Some beer cans where on the floor too, also TV dinner boxes, some clothes, and some half used cigarettes. All was kicked,
Mordecai Y su familia.Mordecai Y su familia.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mordecai y el día de traer las familias al parque
Era el día de traer la familia al parque, todos esperaban con ansias a sus familias, Rigby esperaba a Don su hermano, Papaleta a su padre Maellard, Benson a su hermana y padre, Skips estaba de vacaciones (Porque? no se XD)y Musculoso y Fantasmano, en la casa de su NO antes mencionada madre de Musculoso (MAS MENTIRA NO HAY XD). Pero algo estaba mal, ¿dónde estaría Mordecai?.
Si usted es muy sensible a lo triste, es mejor que no sigua leyendo, si no es así, !A LLORAR SE HA DICHO! :iconcryforeverplz: . También quiero decir que esto no es Morby, Mordaret, Mordeson, Rigleen y demás romances . Es, solo un Fan-fic triste y creería que corto, además me gustaría que critiquen ya que es mi primer Fan-fic :iconlaplz: Estoy ta emocionada . Espero que les guste .
Luego de que todas las familias llegaron a las casa en medio del parque, Rigby se dio cuenta muc
You, me and my Baby Fanfic CH1You, me and my Baby Fanfic CH13 years ago in Drama More Like This
The sunlight was balancing off the yellow paint of the school wall and was reflecting back into the atmosphere. The grass had that small flacks of water on them and dripped off as the blade of grass could not hold it no longer. A gentle breeze was slowly flowing, just enough to move the crisp brown autem leaves along the sidewalk. The wind picked up now and then and moved everything slightly. The wind was able to move a small soccer ball that had rolled away from its owner in a constant circle. It rolled back to its owner and tilted onto his leg. The owner was a young boy, Preston, he was actually a young snow globe, to be precise. A thin tear rolled down his cheek, onto his dusted, tattered soccer uniform. He made a small sniffle and rubbed his eye with is bruised arm. He was constantly looking down at the floor and slowly swinging his
Enchanted - super short storyMarge downed her third glass of champagne and heaved a heavy sigh. She knew she should have expected this. Whenever there was an event Homer wasn’t interested in (or more accurately, any event that didn’t have free food or beer) he suddenly had to “cover for a coworker” just long enough to miss the event entirely. Why he couldn’t just admit that he didn’t want to go was a mystery. Perhaps if he would just be honest with her, it wouldn’t hurt her feelings so much. And then she wouldn’t get her hopes up. Now she was merely awaiting the inevitable phone call with the “bad news, honey” and the tacked-on apology.Enchanted - super short story3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tears stung her eyes as she gazed out across the dance floor. Dozens of happy couples were waltzing to a saccharine love song. ‘That should be me out there,’ Marge told herself. If only Bart were a little bit taller – and a lot more sensitive – she could dance with him. But all three of her children
Little PigsLittle Pigs5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Little pigs, little pigs
Let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny, chin, chin
Then I'll huff
And I'll puff
And I'll blow your house in
Come out 'cause duty calls
I've lost my mind
One winter morning
I turned off my normality
And my mind
Turned into a maze
The fucking doors keep me locked in
Go check it out
You can't cease my insanity
Chasing you through my mind
Trying to find you
You can't get away
I'm right behind you
© Amanda Odenlid
Hasta el mas inocente sufre...Hasta el mas inocente sufre...3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alguna vez has pensado... ¿porque te ha tocado una vida así? Si eres tan bueno con todos... ¿porque me pasa todo este mal? ¿Porque estuve destinado a que todo fuera así?...
Yo me he preguntado todo eso cada uno de mis días desde el accidente... desde que perdí lo único que me quedaba en la vida... desde que mi vida dio un giro drástico.
¿Creo que los estoy confundiendo un poco, no? Les contare la historia desde un principio... desde cuando dos personas, una llamada Mackenzie y uno llamado Ty se conocieron: mis padres.
Ambos se conocieron en una convocatoria de música, mi papa era un gran músico, lo cual cautivo al corazón de mi mama. Se conocieron mas... empezaron amigos y terminaron siendo novios. Tuvieron un romance largo y duradero...
Hasta que Best Year Ever llego
Mi mama se encargaba de su disquera y gracias a ellos despidieron a papa... ahí fue donde inicio la venganza hacia
Eyes of the Forest -wyvern tf-Eyes of the ForestEyes of the Forest -wyvern tf-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'd seen him before.
At first I was afraid of what I'd seen. I was seven. I could not see his face, for the sun had set and shadows surrounded me as I walked along the edge of the forest. I only saw his eyes: glowing red, staring at me through the darkness. But by the time I had acted upon my childish curiosity and walked over to where the eyes were, he was gone, disappeared into the shadows of nightfall.
It made me nervous. I wanted to know what it was I had seen in the forest. So my mind made up possibilities. I had dreams. They were intense dreams, violent dreams. I would awaken pumping with adrenalin, wanting more but never remembering what I had seen or done. And of course, there were the nightmares. In those, the eyes would haunt me, follow me, watching, always watching.
After a few weeks, sometimes months, the dreams would stop coming. Then, I would see his eyes again and the entire cycle would start over.
Eventually, I came to my senses and told my par
Care for a Swim?Shark TF Solo RequestCare for a Swim?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brandon instinctively released the shark tooth from his hands and jumped back. The tooth fell onto the soft sand as Brandon inspected his finger. A steady stream of blood flowed out of the finger and across his hand, making multiple blood trails on his palm. Brandon was rather confused on what had even happened. He held the sharper edge of the tooth away from him but yet it felt like it slashed him directly. Brandon tried to shake the blood off of his hand, but it simply wouldn't go.
Looking at his surroundings, he saw no sight of help at all. Brandon was miles from any civilization, leaving him stranded on the beach. He used his other hand to try and wipe the blood away. It got some of it, but not all. Out of the blue, a sudden pulling feeling started up on Brandon's back. He grunted, as he was thrown off guard by the pulling. Putting his non bloodied hand on the area of disturbance, Brandon gasped at what he felt.
A protrusion of some sort was sticking out of hi