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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
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (9) (f/n)'s eye shot open immediately, before she could react to William's lips on hers. Levi shoved him and pushed him against the wall. He had his arm on William's neck, very ready to strangle him. William, however, remained unfazed by his attack.
"Why were you kissing my wife?!" Levi shouted, adding pressure on William's neck. There was something about this man that Levi could not trust. And something that he didn't like as well. (f/n) was confused. She woke up feeling warm and soft lips and now the owner of those lips was being strangled.
"I'm going to kill you for that!" Levi shouted once more, about to strangle him to death. (A/N: LOL)
William got bored of Levi's childish threats and his not so effective strength and shoved Levi off, fixing his tie that Levi had ruined.
"Levi! What the hell are you doing in my room?" (f/n) questioned, keeping a stoic yet irritated face. She looked at William threateningly while he
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
England x Reader [Oneshot] [[Commission]]
England/Arthur Kirkland x Reader
Commission for SweetDarkJen
Hetalia and it's characters © Hidekaz Himaruya
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You © Yourself, or whoever you want
Her brightly coloured trainers clicked against the dirtied school floor with each step that she took. The sounds of her footsteps meshed together with the shouting voices of the many students that attended Gakuen Hetalia High as they either attempted the push past the crowds and get to class or mucked around in the halls. However, it was mostly the latter. Her footing was slow and tired, a legit sign that showed her destination. She was heading towards the most hated subject ever. Maths.
It was the last lesson of the day; both a blessing and a curse. Her [favourite colour] school bad was slung lazily over
Reader x Trickster!Nepeta: Egg Coloring"EY YO BITCHIE-"
"Oh my god she's still alive are you kidding me?"
Your name is ___ ___ and your... matesprit, Nepeta Leijon, Tac as you call her, is frantically pounding on your door.
"BITCHIE LEMME IN I REALLY NEED TO MAKE PLANS WITH MEW AND YOUR CUTE BUTT."
"Do we have to?" you groaned. You were literally laying on the floor of your cute little one-story apartment. Your Siamese cat, Simi, licked your nose. Simi was fond of the troll and in return, the troll was fond of Simi.
"Uh. Well not really but I'd sure as hell purrefur mew did." you heard her make a face. "And befur mew ask, no I didn't kill anyone this time. Da po-po let me furreeeeee~" the Trickster chirped.
"Fine." you simply said, wiggling over to the door and sitting up, staring at the oversized wood plank. "What's the password?"
"THERE'S A PASSWORD?!"
You stifled a laugh, merely smirking and standing up, stepping back to dodge the olive blood's attempted tackle-pounce as you opened the door. "Hello t
A Southern Story: Chelsea at the supermarketHey! How you doing, I haven’t seen you since before the reception!
Aww, that’s good to hear, glad everything’s going okay for you! Me? Oh, I’m just bracing myself for this coming football season. I got stuck in charge of the cheerleaders again, and you know how that turned out LAST year. Put all that effort into getting skinny, ah, well, you know, not quite so hugely fat, and they all looked at me doing that and went back to stuffing their faces.
I’ve already made up my mind, I’m not even going to try this year to make these girls lose any weight. It's down to them, if they want to look good, they can stop stuffing their greedy little faces. If they want to make terrible messes out of themselves, then go ahead, have that fourth plate of nachos. I’m just gonna sit back and let them do it.
We had our first meeting last week and guess who just waltzed in ten minutes late, shoving a Hershey’s bar in her face? Kaitlyn O’Leary, reme
Oddities | Iceland x ReaderThe shop is bland, faded; as if all color had been drained from it and left it solemn and grey and small, squashed between two smart red-brick buildings that towered over it a couple of stories higher, so that it looked like a little grey child settled between fat red parents, all forced into the backseat of a car driven by a relative; an oddity from every other building.
You chuckled to yourself from underneath this little shop's faded awning, listening to the hollow sounds of rain dripping onto it overhead. Why you had chosen this place, of all possible shelters, was unknown to you.
Your hair and clothes are spattered with dark, small stains of rainwater, your backpack even more so. You would worry about its contents later. For now you are stranded blocks away from home, without an actual umbrella, and have been spending the last few seconds standing underneath this awning.
The door opens with the hollow rattle of a bell -- a rattle more than a tinkle, a silent, clanking sound -- as
CrystalJessica wants to be a vet when she grows up, that means a doctor for animals. My mum told me it was very difficult to be a vet because you had to go to school for a long time (which I wouldn’t mind) and that lots of people want to work with making animals better and there are only a small number of jobs for those people. I’m not sure she’s right about that because I always see dead animals on the roads on the way to Dad’s house if we don’t go the motorway way. If animals are still dying outside then I don’t think there are enough vet doctors to go around. Adults are like that sometimes though; you have to let them think that you believe them. It’s just easier not to argue.
I think Jessica would make a great vet. She has three dogs, all of different kinds. She had a greyhound called Mario, a spaniel called Lucy and a bison - no, a bichon frise called Dahlia. She’s a little white one and only has half a bark but she licks my hands when I go
AlliesXDead!Reader: I didn't notice , I love you~At The Allies Meeting..........
Here we are at the Allies' Meeting well it wasn't much of a meeting all of them were just sulking. Why? Its because a girl named (y/n) had died they had accused her of killing Kyra Vaski the personification of Pangea .
Russia smelled like Vodka and the sunflowers he has have all wilted he had spent most of his days at a bar drinking until he passed out.
France had stopped flirting and smelled like vomit like Russia he drank much to his heart Content.
America had stopped calling himself a hero , he didn't even dare to eat a burger like the two he hasn't eaten anything except for beer.
England the man who claimed he was a gentleman and hated it when his brothers came home drunk but now he was drunk himself , he even burned all of his books.
And lastly China the most cheerful and self proclaimed big brother of the Asians was sad but at least he wasn't the worst the only thing he drank was water.......
The Allies were having a m
Kettling‘All I wanted was a kettle. Mam taught me at a young age that a cup of tea solves all of life’s problems. So, being the proud owner of my very first shared apartment, all I wanted was a kettle. That’s why I was at Walmart that day. I’d been hanging around trying to work out the difference between a load of kettles that had vastly different prices. One of them purified the water before boiling it but I thought that boiling did that anyway, so I wasn’t sure. I scratched the back of my neck and felt the tension in my forehead of an oncoming headache. I needed to stop frowning, it was just a kettle for gods sake. I bought the cheapest (shiny aluminium) one that I could find. I didn’t buy the £12 white plastic job – even I had some standards.
As I left I saw a man in a red Walmart shirt and a dainty little woman trying to shove a huge washing machine box into the back of a little white van. I ran to help when the box shifted suddenly with a da
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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