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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
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 2
Deadpool was standing around, playing a handheld game console, then looked up and noticed the camera was focused on him. "Oh!" he said in surprise, "We're back? Well, it's about freakin' time! I swear I beat this game a bajillion times by the time you got back to me!"
White: Technically, it was only six.
Yellow: Really? Seemed like a lot more. Guess time really DOES fly when you're having fun.
"So, to anyone who missed the first fight, here's how things are goin' so far..." Deadpool said, cueing a chart.
RED Team: 6 (Soldier, Scout, and Pyro are dead by now)
"Yeah, I killed the guy stupid enough to wear grenades on his bandolier, the loudmouthed kid, and the axe-crazy pyromaniac." Deadpool filled in, "So, c'mon! Bring it! I dare ya-"
Deadpool flew backward. The Demoman had regained consciousness after being clunked in the head by half a baseball and was now brandishing a grenade launcher with a giddy smile on his fac
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 1
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all…
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was quiet in the RED fortress, its nine resident mercenaries just settling down from yet another conflict with the BLU Team.
But none of them could have been prepared for what was about to happen next…
Intruder alert! An unknown entity has entered the base!
The administrator’s voice rang throughout the entire RED headquarters, earning the attention of every member.
“An unknown enemy is in the base?!” exclaimed a man in a heavy, red coat and an army helmet on his head.
Faster than he usually did before, the Soldier raced to his armory and grabbed his usual weapons: shotgun, rocket launcher, and shovel in that order. As he marched down the stairs, the administrator spoke again.
Protect the base!
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 7Marisa didn't sleep well that night.
She tossed and turned all night, trying to settle her mind, to make all the little pieces fit nicely next to each other, but it didn't seem to happen. She was angry, at John, at Miracle, at herself for letting her emotions get the better of her. She couldn't sleep, not restfully, at least.
Nine thirty rolled around, and she was where she was supposed to be, in her office, ready for Miracle to walk in, but she looked rough. Her hair and make-up were askew, her outfit wasn't co-ordinated the way it usually was. She looked less like a domineering matriarch, and more like a stressed secretary, four years deep into a fast food binge.
And this was what Miracle saw when she came in, sitting on the other side of the desk, her eyes wide in terror as a fat, serious-looking woman stared back at her.
Miracle reflexively shrank back, "I-I'm sorry..."
Marisa shook her head, "It's not important. So. What happened to you yesterday?"
"I-I panicked." M
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 5Two months after that fantastic opening night, all good feelings Marisa had ever had about where she was going with Porker's had officially evaporated.
She rolled over in bed, slapping her alarm clock as she did so. She didn't want to go to work, she just didn't. Work meant not knowing what to do, or how to talk about it, even. Gwen knew the situation, that conversation happened yesterday.
She rolled over in her covers, remembering back to how that had gone...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It was 10 AM, the restaurant didn't open for another hour and a half, and Gwen had come bursting into her office, wanting to know about... something.
She couldn't remember why Gwen had come in, and Gwen hadn't either, forgetting the instant she'd seen her friend looking a mess, all disheveled and half asleep on a desk scattered with papers.
Gwen had been worried, “'Rissa? Are you... okay? Did you sleep here?”
She'd woken up, but she was a long way from alert, mumbling as Gwen moved towards her, waddl
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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