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New novel: D

No, no, not that I have tired of Soul Hunter (luf it!), As I mentioned a few days ago, Maialen and I wanted to write a novel together , and then came The World Axis. The problem is that as I said in the blog above is as follows. Copy-paste
no jutsu! xD

Mai helped me with some little details, and the final was as you see it. The problem is that in designing the whole story myself, the poor did not hear anything, so what we decided is that I continue alone with the shaft and begin a new story developed by the two, which would make sense.

And if, in short, thanks to original and creative technique pegylated copilot, I set out my reasons ^ ^.

Tralaraaa ... What if Hunter will write something today? Well, I do not think anyone cares for four cats that I read (in fact two ...), but mostly to fulfill my obligation as a writer and stay in good conscience xD, I'm not going to tell you that to publish nah nah. Not inspire me, and I do not joer xDDD Loki's episode, and I have many translations in arrears (in other words, my terrible harm me but always derivative products translator xD).

y. .. Kisses! {No not this time ......... vulneraré not anyone's copyright .... . FOR ANYONE! Agh ... that bat gives me change the character ...}

mayúsuclas

Can You Take Caoffee Ipitor

Under the moonlight

My smile is not sincere ... no matter how often pretend to be happy. Your smile has opened my eyes ... that hint of compassion in her eyes, a tenderness that lies beyond those eyes so warm that always hidden. So please give it back ... give me back those days where the sun do not shine though, you were doing it instead.

"Tell me ... Do you feel alone? "

- Eh! Will you come with us? We'll a. ..

Those words never reach their destination ... that neither me nor excite me happy ... winter as cold as ice, as far as the smells of spring in the city. May the autumn rains will lead them to another place, and the icy winds

freeze "Tell me about yourself, under the moonlight, on the words that touch your heart ..." on your light view all ignored, on the nights you spend dreaming, and you spend crying. Tell me about the pain you keep, and that still does not stop you from smiling. Give it to me again, that smile that still reaches me in this darkness abysmal.

And finally one day you caught.

"Tell me ... Do you feel alone?

And the smile he had hoped appeared wilted like a flower which receives no care, but yet so sweet and sincere, incomparable. I hope my feelings reach you, those who see it reflected in your eyes teary.

you know? ... I speak of a feeling stronger than the pain of a bond deeper than the passion ... something so durable, so pure and honest ... eternal as the time we spent together, and I spent without you. -...

Tell me about yourself, under the moonlight, on the words that touch your heart ... He replies Someday

to hear me say ... and perhaps, with the changing seasons to find you again.

While you wait under the stars of silver ... for your sweet, but lonely smile still reaches me ... despite the distance of years, the changing seasons ... each full moon night I'll wait in the same place.

"Tell me about you, under the moonlight ... so one day I could find ...


Viva yo! xD second public input today @ _ @.

"Under the Moonlight" speaks of the loneliness . If it is something very personal, very me, so in part, is also something "Autobiography." I would like to illustrate a bit of that feeling. So human, but few people dare to describe in their stories, and even talk about it. It talks about love, hate, forbidden passions, but little solitude.

I would write something similar or at least follow the same line of argument that "Under the Moonlight." I think I'm good at this "describe" feelings, although perhaps my way of writing has many faults.

This story, moreover, is I want to dedicate to all those who are lonely, or afraid of loneliness . And tell them, even if they are [and all human beings have to accept it sooner or later], there is always a moment that can be grasped, a story that may have ... and a feeling to hold on to. We all have something good, something magic that makes us ourselves. Do not let loneliness become your enemy, do not let it become "dark."

[... Next time try to keep my corny pa the other day, little word of honor]

Cost For Topsy Turvy Cake

And today I see?

Once upon a time in the corner bar, one of those girls that you can find anywhere, skinny and without too many expectations for the future. She was confined to work to pump some money and help their parents at home. It was what any good daughter is forced to do when there are economic problems at home, and she, the girl in the corner bar was not distinct.

Every morning I wondered the same thing, while I blindly grabbed the packet of sugar and mixed it with coffee, which I reached a strong odor even though she still had not brought me to the table.

- And now you see me?
"No, maybe tomorrow.

Always the same question, always the same answer, and a musical laugh so low that I was somewhat intriguing. What reason for being is to ask a blind if you see anything? At first I thought he did it to annoy me, then I stopped thinking about it and took it as part of my daily routine.

Over time, I learned that the girl in the corner bar was special. The delicacy with which dipositava the coffee saucer on my table, not just make noise, brisk, delicate and quiet with which he walked over there to wherever, and music could be heard through the headset half broken is always placed in the left ear ... all part of a set strange, so simple and complicated.

For me, the girl in the corner bar was nothing more than that. The only thing that connected us was that question ... And that answer. The only words that we passed, were these. Simple, yet so full of meaning as the longest sentence that may exist.

One winter morning I went down to the corner bar, I was told that she was not, and the next either.

She was a patch of perfect imperfection in my daily routine, not now exist. Again to have everything under control, and could stop searching for the true meaning to that question. Return to live in peace, and while that reassured me, it made me feel very happy.

Time passed, and stopped thinking about it, but not forgotten. Without knowing why, do not forget, and over the years, I began to see it as my first love.

One day, I heard the sound of half-broken hull as the waitress went to get coffee. The musical giggle again rattling in my ear ...

- And now ... I see?

smiled.

"Yes, today itself.

And I felt moist lips on my cheek, something harsh, but did not bother me.
What we expected was not happy. It was rather rough as lips brushed my cheek, tender, somewhat reclusive, but no less sweet.

Maybe one day I continue telling our story. Not happy, not very beautiful. Solo is the story of a couple of people who were alone in the world, and that although they loved each other, if that is wanted.

is the kind of story that could happen on your street, so look carefully around you. Perhaps there is someone that you "see" you.



I know I said that today would put the first chapter of Soul Hunter ... but I was too lazy to write it @ _ @. Instead I wrote this little short story. The idea was pretty good, but I have not been as I wanted. Bueeeeeeeno, that he will.


passing through the center! We already have the first chapter! ^ ^ Kisses
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How Tomake Canipe Beds

Chapter One: Prologue

gray steel sword clattering to the ground. Heylel hissed in a deep voice and looked around, weighing the chances of your enemy allowed to reach hilt of his weapon. Rolled on the wooden floor in the opposite direction to that heard the footsteps of his opponent, who was moving at a deliberate pace.

-Brother, you have no idea, "sighed a tall, raven-haired muscular guy.

heylel rose cherry floor in silence, surrendering. He gave a wry smile to his brother, who leaned on the railing of the grand staircase to the right of the room where the two boys fought in combat. The red hair hung down her face, covering the twinkling blue eyes and tired.

-Ananel ... I will not lose next time. "Pronounced heylel breathy voice, but full security.
"Then make sure that is only against me, heylel. He merely answered her brother. The

Clairy-a family of four-had begun to live in the small resort was more than eighteen years. Everyone knew, and were especially popular among girls, so, attempts by larger heylel, to go unnoticed had gone wrong. The expression of loneliness and dreams that always shone in his eyes did not go unnoticed, either for good or ill.

The boy picked up the black sleeve that protected the guitar leaning against the wall hall, the "Molly", the only friend I had, to which I could tell you everything. Well-placed black leather jacket and gave him a small gesture of farewell to his brother.

The institute, the only thing in the whole area, "welcomed the young Kailes it looked scary from the parking expression. Amber eyes lacking moved up a place to another. The girl was on the verge of a panic attack. Those around you not deign to pay attention, as if they thought that someone so small in size so would be in brain.

chest pressed against his thick book cover wear green and which could do with lyrics maroon the title of a book by Jane Austen. He turned and turned with a quick step to the exit, slipping through the crowds who went in the opposite direction to yours.
could not, their insecurity with new people and even more with the crowd was becoming unhealthy. It had all happened too quickly, both mentally not had time to prepare for that situation. Since his father's host send news of the move only had three little days, and that for she was little. It was Friday, so thought nothing would happen that afternoon not to go dark sky that heralded a heavy rain fall.
walked the streets, little traffic at that hour, although it was yet unknown. A new city to discover. I looked at the windows of different genres and would slow and uncertain.

spent about two hours walking, training your mind to your new life there, was careless and clumsy, but had a memory almost enviable. Stopped at a small bookstore, your own reflection looking at her guilty for not going to class and introduce yourself. His hair was wavy, waist-length, light brown in color. We noticed a strand behind her ear and continued her tour of the surroundings. He turned down a street
right, was even more deserted than the last, not many shops but still ventured to go to the other side without an unnecessary detour.
A small group of three people left the only door in the alley to go around his back to Kai. A soft melody rose in the silence that surrounded her, sad and beautiful. In an unexpected boost your own body is approached, the door was a large rusty metal thing by the little care they had given him. She felt the beating of his heart and his hand willingly opened the door enough for the murmur increases. He could not avoid going, it was a dark and gloomy, but full of people who listened respectfully to the singer.
is close enough to stay petrified, the boy was not much older than herself, had long black hair, adorned with a thin red streaks. Her eyes glowed a brilliant blue color with foci fiercely lit it. His expression according to the lyrics he sang, melancholy drawn to perfection in the sharp features of his face. The song ended, but she did not move in a state of stupor.

- Apart brat! Shouted a woman somewhat older than Kai.
"Sorry ..." she whispered after the boost received, as he staggered. Huh?

Before coming to fall felt a hand on his side, the boy who minutes earlier was singing the beautiful song had prevented it from falling to the ground, causing the woman was embarrassed by his reaction. He looked grim and expressionless eyes, and placing the two hands long and wide at the waist, stood up. The woman looked over her shoulder, with a hint of guilt in the eyes. Kai covered both sides of the face that he did not see her face flushed hotly. They stood facing each other, staring him in it. That had him a little nervous and started tinkering with the shirt sleeves, which is slightly wrinkled by exposure.

Maybe in another situation, the silence would have bothered, but for some reason, one that escaped his understanding, he felt no need to break it. Both, though he was the one who was aware of that, they were immersed in a spell that threatens to end with minimal noise or word that rendered, and were not sure they want to. But finally the moment arrived. She lifted her head, somewhat overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions that shook, and delighted for them both.

And what they felt was away from everything they knew. An electric current ran them body and soul, thought his troubles away and even the heart. Trembling and agitated, raised his right hand. It was approaching one millimeter per second to the pale face of Kai, and trembling, touched her cheek. It felt a little dizzy and ecstatic, but nothing could compare with the tenderness that melted the heart and heart that made bombeantes tremble even more.

He withdrew his hand slowly.

- No! She whispered, pressing her hand against her cheek.

He looked fun, and smiled almost took her breath away.

-Am ... Axel Clairy.
-Kai ... "He stammered Kailes Cross ...

He nodded with a smile crooked, and after a gesture that did not quite understand Kai turned around and walked hurriedly made a small metal door came out with a black guitar case, which was hung on the right shoulder with a fast and agile movement.

"You come," he said

might seem a question, but it was not. He reached out and grabbed it with caution. Kai
not understand his own actions, had never done anything like this, was unable to speak with us geste known to be in a whisper. Simply
had been driven by his instinct told him inside out on blind eyes if necessary.


Lil

& Mai: Are you happy? We know ... if ... because we too ^ ^. We mu Happys the capital: D. If you do not like it (that example, then we would have a serious adult conversation xDDD), we ask you to give him another chance nyaah? The story will change course gradually ... so ... leednooooos please ~!

Lil (single): Give pampering Mai ones with nothing more and nothing less than three novels u___u! T__T poor! So, let's see if we're rather lentorras, entendednos u__u If not one a week, for those who fall, although in principle capital will post a week about the same longer than this. Pooooooor elsewhere, and here's Lil inexpensive advertising: D! Stop by our other novels!

Links are at the foot of the page ^ ^.

Kisses and pastelotes! And thanks for leernooooooos!

How To Find Highest Bond Energy

peace attempts have failed with demons. My nine colleagues, proud protectors of the shaft, have been killed in the attack by demonic creatures. My king, the ruler of heaven, plucked on his throne, killed by a sword thrust into his chest. I could not protect them. Or my friends, not the king ... or Shea.

that did not protect cursed devil, handed it to him, I let the possessed. But how refuse to burning their eyes? The lily garden that she loved, in which the sun off the Earth} {Gaea she went to meet him. And kiss, and love, and give everything he had, his body, his soul. And then came back to me with a calm smile, thinking of him.

But now it's over. The white petals of the lilies, are now stained with blood ... but his hands still clasped, which promise eternal. As if to rejoice to die together. My Sweet Shea, lying on a floor covered with blood ... I have no time to mourn his death ...

The shaft must be protected. My primary mission, the reason I was created ... the chronicles of the kingdom finish this ... and my life, like that of Princess {Shea}, will end after completing my mission.

... The focus should not be ever found.

But other wars come, they will not give up ... creatures of the underworld, eager for power, still staining his sword, yearning to leave his human prison ... and killed the king, and lost hope, I can only protect the "Shaft." Necessary. Is indispensable.

Araziel, tenth guardian of the "axis"

Lil

: situeis To give a little, this is a piece of "Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven", written by a soldier named Araziel. Shea is the daughter of the King of Heaven, fell in love with a demon. I can not explain more to you because if I am not responsible for the story xD. Of time can seem a bit confusing, but I assure you that as the story goes you will find the meaning ^ ^.

hope you enjoy!

Does A Penis Fit In A Paper Roll

I find ... Dream


There goes another one: P. It is dedicated to Mai (Author of Angelus Errare and Crescent), for supporting me so much!
And thank you very much for the award wapa!

Anyway, here are the story;).

math class was the most boring of all day. In the three tables located in front of all three boys smiled at each other, immersed in his jokes. In behind, the others pretended to pay attention to the class as the sun coming through the window fogged by moisture created a spooky atmosphere throughout the classroom.

had only three or four people taking notes, or at least pintorreaban his notebooks to show that they did. Laura turned her gaze for a moment from the board and the teacher's hand, he scribbled a formula that sounded like Chinese, even more than the above language. She broke the hair on impulse. The girl looked at her side, thinking that there was no reason to remake it, because along well.

But instead, the girl let him loose. He covered both sides of the jet-black eyes with hair the same color. His gaze was directed to a person two tables in front. His eyes were always immersed in a dream, dead, or if more is not absent. But then, sparkled with a spark of tenderness. A feeling so indescribable, so ethereal and full at a time ... some would call "Love." For she had no name.

He had spent four years of school hoping that someone looked beyond his dead eyes, dreaming, something empty and desperate. Nobody had done. And now she sat alone in a gray corner of that room full of people so dead inside like her, but in a different way. People with no feelings, but a mask was not bring out their flaws.

The bronze-haired boy, brown and brownish green eyes and freckled face. So different and so it seemed at once. Why could see in his eyes a deep loneliness? Why could see in them a grief, an emptiness, and so sure was he that looked into hers? Grabbed his chest with strength to withstand a strong pang subdue.

"I ..." she thought, as everyone gathered their things, five minutes before the bell rang to give final classes.

Six months later, the day before school ended, and as everyone gathered their things for the last time or the last. Laura around, everything happened in slow motion. He smiled with his friends. Her heart leaped, a happiness. That smile was not for her, and knew it. The spark of joy in his eyes was not for her, and knew it too.

"I ..." she thought ... For the first time, was allowed to say the forbidden word, that he wanted to avoid that at all costs, but knew from the beginning, from the first time I saw ... "I love you ..."

And always would.

always, forever.

Laura married years later. She loved her boyfriend, but did not love him ( MetalGirl phrase). There was only one person that gave his heart. Hope you

enjoy!

If not for this song does not have inspired me! Is "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt.

My life is brilliant My love is pure I saw an angel
That I'm sure She smiled at me on the meters
She was with another man But
not lose time on that because I have a plan

You're beautiful,
're beautiful is true. I saw your face in a crowded place
not to do, because you'll never be
.

Yeah, she caught my eye, When I close
She could see from my face that I was,
flying high And I do not think
'll see her again, But we shared a
moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful is
truth. I saw your face in a crowded place
And I do not know what to do, because you'll never be
.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful is
truth. There must be an angel with a smile on his face
, When she thought
be with him, I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth, I
never be with you.

If you look has a lot to do ^ ^. Anyway, here I leave a video of the song;)

How Much Doe It Cost To Add Two Bedroom

This is the first story-short, I write. It's pretty deep (and I'm proud of it xD perrisimamente) focuses essentially on account the feelings of a girl who has lost herself and the person who wants to "be like everyone else."

I really like this kind of melancholy stories, so I will write more than one ^ ^ U. Hope you like.

walked crouched, with the hair inside the hood of his sweatshirt to keep it wet. The translucent raindrops down his face, giving an excuse to streaming eyes that peered colorless tears threatening to end up overthrowing his pride and composure. Who would have thought that the always cheerful and talkative girl with white blond hair, pretty, popular and admired was a secret?

All his life was a hoax, and she, more than anyone, was aware of that. That day I was turning twenty. That day, when the sun was no more than a golden spot in the sky, and when the sky let go of tears of pain ... no one was at his side. Less than half an hour, I had smiled at his colleagues in the university. Now, he saw his reflection in a pool,-run mascara, eye shadow framing ghostly and sparkling green eyes and a tuft of blond hair hanging down above the right eye and in so doing, I thought it false, hypocritical, irrational as it was stupid ... and the shit that was his life.

high-heeled boots clattered on the pavement. His gait was struck proud, it was a habit she had acquired over time and now it was too hard to forget. But no. She was not. But all his life and his future-had focused on being like the others. Oh, yeah! She did not want to be a stupid marginalized ... Worth too much to be!

To achieve this, he had fucked the whole class, smoking dope and used to give the meth to stay awake in class. Not that he had lost everything-at least if we look at it superficially had gained much-which was lost and perhaps something much more important, was itself ... and the most stupid way possible. Had betrayed his friends to the real thing. He had what he wanted, or what he believed to want, "but instead, had to be billed itself, discarded. It was not the same as before. And could not be again.

When dimmed eyes were fixed on the road he was traveling, was informed that the direction taken was not to return home. The small square of sand, now swamped by rain, the lights of the lower-school building, burning, and a nostalgic song that emitted half a piano tune, which was heard through the open window.

Heels made a muffled noise when passing by the square of brown sand. He approached cautiously but eagerly at a time. I knew that song. "Tristesse" by Chopin. Had ever played ... while "he" looked at her with a tender smile and a look warm and bright as the sun coming through the window. And as her fingers glided across the keyboard ... She had whispered: "I love you."

"I love ... "She sobbed.

But this time no one touched her cheek, no one asked him for a kiss, and looked as if it were unique, the most precious and beautiful in the world. Only the rain, she and a nostalgic song lay there, so full of memories that were now empty and only one more to heal a wound in his heart.

"Memories are like a dream," he had told someone. "Seize the sleep duration."

But she broke down, covered him with lies and half truths.

... And now he knew the truth of the world, could no longer be the same.

Well she was in love ... was a mere memory and vain. Something that would never exist. Ephemeral as a dream. The day that was twenty years old, wept. Because "that memory would not come true."

· Muscles Utilized The Shot Put

you hear me? Two souls searching

you hear me when I call your name? "I looked when our eyes were met? The rain falls and the time is approaching, and my heart is torn between life and death. Which as I am, you ask? "Still breathing, if only for a moment ..." (Song of Katy Perry). So I listened when he begged for your hugs, in the fullness of a moonless night? And when the rain covered my face and I cooled the warm skin?

The wind whistling your name, that freezes the clutches of my soul, my heart freezes hot and desolate, wind of what was love, what could have been love ... is now an empty hole.

And now, as I think in the morning and a small light illuminates the path that lies before me, and I look back ... I think what you meant. They love you ... and always, always, be the first ... y. .. "Last?

Entry

purely meant to "fill in" ... I know, very jet: (.

Why Does My Dog Try To Like My Vag

Two souls searching found,
have walked many paths, many searched
more ...
and lost in the anxiety of his own desire,
have resigned themselves to be.

Separated and distant
of being unable to know that love.
Will you walk, then, always lost in a sea
empty hopes,
upright in a world of lies? For much-needed

as breathing, for those souls
what is love
and anyone else who will look in his eyes reflected
a grain of truth,
which enclosed in its deepest darkness.