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el color de sus ojos- parte 3Atónito me quedé al observar el interior de la casa. Las paredes estaban empapeladas de un color grisáceo que se caía a pedazos, las frías columnas subían hasta el techo infinito y lúgubre que estaba cubierto de musgo húmedo, y los rosetones tenían tanto polvo que, todos sus vidrios se veían de un monótono color amarillento. Al fondo, unas escaleras me condujeron al segundo piso que, tenía el mismo aspecto que la entrada. Miré a mi izquierda y observé un largo pasillo con puertas situadas a ambos lados. Toda la casa era oscura y tenebrosa y, como un acto reflejo, palpé todas las paredes en busca de algún interruptor pero, mi búsqueda resultó en vano ya que no encontré ninguno. Decidido, inspeccioné las cúpulas que sobre mí se encontraban, sin dar ninguna pista de cualquier fuente luminosa. Fruncí el ceño con desesperación y, conti
el color de sus ojos- parte 2 Cuando llegué al cementerio vi desde la verja a la criatura que paseaba firme esquivando las lápidas. Me preguntaba por qué estaría allí todavía, de modo que, decidí ir a hablar con ella, pero antes me fijé en ella desde lejos. Su ropa parecía anticuada, quizás de finales del siglo pasado y su pelo estaba liso cual sábana recién planchada. Me llamó la atención su forma de andar, tan cuidadosa y precavida en cada paso que daba. Daba la impresión de que temía dar un paso incierto. Al abrir el portón, la criatura se paró en seco y dirigió su mirada hacia mí, levantando su brazo derecho y saludándome eufóricamente.
Nos sentamos en una sombra bajo un árbol y, como amigos de toda la vida hablamos durante horas. La expliqué el por qué me había asustado tanto el otro d
el color de sus ojos- parte 1Un relámpago iluminó el cielo y por un segundo pude adivinar dónde estaba. Frente a mí descubrí el portón del cementerio de Niembro. La oscuridad ya se había vuelto a apoderar de la noche fría y húmeda. Estaba lejos de casa así que decidí resguardarme hasta que cesara la tormenta. Aquello no tenía ningún sentido ya que mi ropa pesaba al menos un kilo más debido a toda el agua que contenía, y por más que me cubriese, el resfriado que cogería no me lo quitaba nadie. Corrí hacia el cementerio y traté de abrir el portón ferroso, dejándolo abierto tras de mí. Me zambullí por un mar de tristes lápidas llenas de nostálgicos recuerdos familiares y me encaminé hacia una tumba que tenía un pequeño tejadillo de losa donde me pude guarecer. Entre la angustia que me daba ese panorama y el cansancio que me provocaba el correr empapado, mi corazón
5 wishesI wish to hug you,
feel your warmth and
touch your skin.
Your arms tight around me,
giving me love,
protecting my soul.
I wish to look at you
while lay beside you,
stare at your smile,
then kiss your eyes and
sleep with you tonight.
I wish to hold your hand,
cry on your chest and
listen to your heart there.
Then make my lips touch yours
and let time fly away.
I wish you to
steal a kiss from me,
to draw a heart on my back
and shine me with your smile.
Show me your road,
I'll follow you behind.
And this is my fifth wish,
the one I can't hide:
the wish that you,
take me with you,
here and there,
To walk away together
El secreto de Sarah- cap.4 Capítulo cuatro
Alguien llamó a la puerta, pero no hubo respuesta desde el interior. Segundos después sonó el timbre. No hubo respuesta. De nuevo llamaron al timbre, era alguien persistente, o quizás tenía noticias urgentes, ¿quién sabe? Finalmente, Nico abrió la puerta. Estaba desnudo, con una toalla enganchada a la cintura. Por su abdomen corrían pequeñas gotas de agua que se retaban entre ellas para llegar al suelo. En su cara se dibujó una sonrisa y no tardó en empezar la conversación:
-'¡Vaya! Esto no me lo esperaba ¿vienes a por más?'-
-'¡Déjate de payasadas!'- dijo Sarah arqueando una ceja-'He ido al almacén y no ha
El secreto de Sarah- cap.3 Capítulo tres
-'¿siiii?'- la voz cansada de Sarah resonó por el teléfono móvil de Nico.
-'Hola nena. Te alegrará saber que te llama Nico. Lo estabas deseando, no puedes negármelo.'- contestó testarudamente Nico.
-'¿De veras? ¡Qué alegría! Lo único que deseo ahora es dormir, ¡son las cuatro de la mañana!... además, ¿cómo has conseguido mi móvil?- preguntó irritada Sarah.
-'mmm consigo lo que quiero y cuando quiero'-
-'Pues a mi no me conseguirás fácilmente. Bueno ¿Para qué llamabas?'-
-'Para que no me añores, nena ¡Es broma! Te llamaba para decirte que hay una reuni
Roman Runaway (Romano x Reader)
(Romano x Reader)
Song(s) to listen to, ‘Opus 33’ from Dustin O’ Halloran to get the full feeling of this story.
“FIND HER! WHERE DID SHE GO?!” I could feel my heart beat from within my chest as I ran towards freedom.
“A-almost there!” I called out airily as I proceeded to make it towards the large sign of the hotel we were staying at.
“I THINK I’VE FOUND HER! CORNER HER BOYS!” I looked behind me to see a large group of guards, at least ten of them.
Protect me my ass, these fools just wanted their pay.
“GAH!” I felt my body suddenly collide with the cold, icy, ground. I crawled my way o
Reader x Karkat: WhateverThe date is December 3rd, 2013.
The time: 5:45 a.m.
Everyone is sleeping, save a human named ___ ___ and a troll named Karkat Vantas.
You happened to be the human mentioned.
And, in fact, Karkat is your best friend!
He's also your crush, not that'd you tell him.
At least, that's what it USED to be. You think you've finally gathered the courage to admit it.
Emphasis on think.
You see, Karkat's been acting odd lately.
His usual 'fuck you' attitude was replaced more with a 'go the fuck away; I don't want to talk to anyone' attitude instead.
And, quite literally, it seemed the only word in his vocabulary lately was 'whatever'.
In all seriousness, no matter what you told him, he either did nothing, let out an artificial grunt, or responded with 'whatever'.
You were beginning to question what that word even meant.
"Karkat?" you poked the sleepy troll's shoulder, and he grunted. "I love you..." you said uncertainly.
He grunted again.
"You know I'm serious, right?"
"Karkat. I lov
Heir Loki x Baby readerThe night air was crisp as Loki casually strolled through some Midgardian woods. The full moon illuminated the bare trees and the snow covered ground, creating a very beautiful scenery; but there was one sound that shattered the sought after serenity, a baby’s wail- high pitched and annoying. Loki went on so deep in thought he remained oblivious to the wails that grew louder and louder. In fact he wasn’t pulled out of his mind until the source of the screaming was directly in front of him.
“Silence you mewling quim!” Loki bellowed as he glared at the child that could be no older than a year old. You quieted immediately and all tears in your (e/c) eyes seemingly dried up. Blood glistened in the moonlight against your (s/c) skin and led Loki to notice you were clad only in a diaper in freezing weather; a feat only capable by Frost Giants and Fire Fae as far as he knew.
“Where is your mother?”
You gurgled, causing the blood on y
i am alpha and omegaShe stands up, dizzy and drunk. Wonders when her heels came unstrapped, and grips the glass she's got in her hand tighter than she holds her rosary on sleepless nights. Her vision hazy, she trips over her own twisted ankles trying to stand up and pulls the bottom hem of her dress down because her mother taught her two things: One, a lady never shows her ass in public. Two, a lady only drinks the strongest of whiskeys. That was before she had skipped town to pal around with her new boyfriend that had pockets deeper than Lake Baikal, if you know what I'm saying.
The silence is heavy as she slowly makes her way out of whatever hallway she had found herself in, stepping over someone else's body that's marinated in liquor for only god knows how long. It takes an effort not to tumble down the stairs in her shit-faced state, and she barely makes it out alive. There's a door. Opens it. There's a city outside cast in the glow of a purple sunrise,
Secret Santa- Finland x Reader (ONE SHOT)
The snow settled on the ground peacefully. It was Christmas Eve and everything was perfect.
Well, almost everything. The fact was, a Finnish man and his (nationality) girlfriend were arguing over the issue of Christmas again.
“Why are you never here?” you screeched at him, “I go to celebrate with you every year just to have you gone all night! Do you know how frustrating that is?”
Your (h/c) was damp from the shower you just had. Upon getting out, you saw your loving boyfriend getting ready to leave like he always did this time of year. It had seemed even worse ever since you had moved in with him or perhaps you just noticed more now.
“Listen (Name)...” he pleaded, “I can’t tell you just yet. It hurts me to keep it away from you but it will come in time.”
“NO! I’m sick of you leaving every Christmas Eve! We may as well break up if you can’t tell me!”
Tino sighed gently, “Tomorrow. I&
Caption Challenge: Playing Hooky
"Do I really have to wear this?" Keith complained to his mom as he straightened his tie.
She smiled at him as she dusted his shoulder, "Of course, sweetie! Why wouldn't you when you look so dashing?"
"Mooom!" Keith pouted.
"Oh, don't be so stubborn, dear, you look handsome."
"Yea, Keith, at least you're not wearing this." His sister, Lily, gestured to the uniform dress she was wearing, "It's cold out and I still have to wear a skirt; at least you get some fashionable pants. All I get is this plaid nightmare."
"Come now, you two, grab your lunches and head to school."
Lily was over exaggerating about how cold it actually was. Sure, it was the beginning of fall, but the weather was still relatively warm. She was constantly rubbing her arms to keep warm, expecting Keith to hand her his jacket. After several attempts, she figured she may as well 'endure the cold' all the way to school.
"This is stupid; I don't want to go to school like this." Lily pointed at
All I wanted was toast Thor x Reader It was an early windy Monday morning and you were standing in your kitchen with a large grin plastered on your face. You cradled the reason for your happiness in your hands before placing it on the counter. It was Asgardian toast spread and it was awesome. Thor had gotten you hooked to the stuff about a month ago and ever since then you had to have it every morning. With your smile still present on your face as you placed some bread into the toaster and pushed the handle down. Your smile dimmed though when the bread popped back up.
You pushed down once again but the result was the same. Your lips formed into a mini pout while you grabbed the handle for the third time. You slammed it down with as much force as you could muster and smiled in triumph when the bread stayed down, but that quickly turned into a full pout when you heard the dreaded ‘boing’ only a few seconds later.
“Aw, my toaster
hives.things i've done since i left you:
written a book.stopped self harm.cut my hair off.stopped sleeping.made myself get a B average.started/stopped smoking. we were a mess. you were the one to tell me that i was perfect, and i believed you right up until i didn't. that happened about the same time as me realizing that i did't want to be perfect. i decided that i would rather be like the stars (almost chaotic and always beautiful) and i guess you decided you'd rather be like the Dust Bowl; always moving. Always destroying.
things you've done since i left you:
started drinking again.stopped thinking about college.continued to love me, even though i asked you not to.broke promises.
you told me that i promised to never leave you, but that's not true. see, i swore to always love you, and i'm sure i always will. the ground and the galaxy are just so far away, you see, and our arms aren't long enoug
Japan x Fem Reader So Long Part 2“I’m so late,” you yelled as you sprinted across the street, “Mr. Kiku, please still be there!” you bumped into a countless number of people and was almost hit by 3 cars before finally reaching the sakura forest, “Hello, is anyone here?!” you called, “Mr. Kiku please, if you’re there answer me! Kiku, no. This is all my fault.” You fell to your knees and started to cry. You cried for a long time before a hand gently lay on your shoulder.
“_____-san?” you opened your eyes, looked up and there he was, at least you thought it was, it was hard to see through your tears.
“K-Kiku?” he gave a small smile and nodded. You were so overjoyed to see him that you that you hugged him and cried tears of joy “Oh Kiku, I was so scared I’d never see you again. I missed you.” Kiku blushed.
You’re in my personar space again.” You laughed as you slowly
el color de sus ojos- parte 4Salimos de Llanes y la conduje por el camino hacia la playa de Poo. Me encantaba esa carretera, rodeada de vida y frescor. A los lados la adornaban los prados verdes infinitos, delimitados por frondosos bosques de deliciosos eucaliptos. Durante el viaje ella no me dirigió una palabra, sólo noté que poco a poco me iba quedando sin respiración debido a la fuerza que estaba ejerciendo con sus brazos alrededor de mis costillas. Tuve que mencionárselo varias veces para que aflojase, y ella me respondió con una tímida risita. Tomé un camino a la derecha no asfaltado, por el que pegando unos cuantos botes sobre los pedruscos que había encallados en el suelo, llegamos a nuestro destino. Era el camino hacia Celorio. Paré la scooter en la zona de acantilados donde se podía observar la maravillosa playa de Poo, ya mencionada antes. Le ayudé a bajar, aparqué la scooter a un lado del camino y me senté sobre la hierba blanda y fre
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