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To Hoard Cakes: A Canadian RomanceOnce upon a recent time, in the mysterious kingdom of Canada, there lived a young artist named Christin. She was effervescent, eccentric, and somewhat reclusive, working tirelessly on her craft, keeping only cat and canvas as company. She worked so very hard, and often forgot to eat. The townspeople worried for her health, as she often left her lights on well into the next morning, sometimes days in a row. She didn’t always notice other people stopping by, even working during sales of her wares!
Of the townspeople, the baker’s apprentice, Brady…something or other, was the most concerned. He’d seen her on the rare occasions she wandered into town for something. She seemed as though she wasn’t there as she went about her errands. Her hair was in unkept, eldritch tangles, and she was smattered with paint, chalk, and ink here and there; her eyes seemed to be staring a hundred steps in front of her. By all accounts, she should be some strange creature,
Chapter 2: PAGE 4“Anyway what do you think I should tell them now?” The unknown man asked more friendly, as he paced through the room. “I don´t need to explain to you how important this is. There are so many innocent lives at stake!” He said passionate and for a moment his voice seemed to break.
It was at this point Dailon suddenly felt confused. The man seemed to be sincere and apparently it never was supposed to happen that Kaithleia got killed or they were forced here against their own will. Truth be told if this had been told to him directly he would probably have never believed it, but like this it was almost impossible not to believe. They could not know that he was eavesdropping on their conversation, so there was no reason to lie.
“Well if I may make a suggestion, just tell them the truth. We are fighting for a noble course and those kids all have a good heart. You selected them specifically for that.” the teacher said casually as normal, when he
Whispers in the dark 2 | Episodio 25
Episodio 25: Despedida
A media noche,alguien llamó al teléfono de Kevin y cómo Adam se despierta a la más mínima se dio cuenta,pero él no se levantaba,asi que usó la técnica de tocarle la oreja y salió perfecta.
- Te suena el móvil Kevin -
- Ah...siento haberte despertado - lo coge
Estuvo hablando un rato pequeño,el pequeño no pudo seguir la conversación,no sabia de que hablaban,él solo decía "si""ahora mismo"... todo el tiempo.
- Tengo que hacer unos recados... -
- ¿Recados? ¿vas a traficar tu último día aqui? -
- Lo siento Adam pero...él te conoce y si no hago lo que pide te hará daño -
- ¿Y cuándo no estés? -
- Les ordenaré a Dexter,Ori y Héctor que cojan mi móvil,y le diré a Teddy que yo no podré hacerlo más...aun que seguramente me de una paliza por eso -
Whispers in the dark 2 | Episodio 24
Episodio 24: Mi regalo
Adam tuvo que seguir yéndo a la escuela,aun que tuviera mucho sueño y nunca prestara atención.Las clases de biología ahora eran iferentes,Davi estaba muy deprimida y si los compañeros gritaban o paseaban por la clase ella no decía nada,a veces los dejaba hacer lo que quisieran.Un día,él estaba paseando por los pasillos cuando se encontró a su profesora hablando con el director.
- ¡Si no cambias esa actitud tendré que despedirte! -
- Si,señor... -
Ella seguía cabizbaja.Cuando el dire se fue,se acercó a ella para preguntarle sobre su hijo.
- ¿Cómo está Kevin? -
- No lo sé,no lo vi desde hace mucho... -
Se preocuparon aún más,ya era hora de salir y como siempre,tenía esperanzas de encontrárselo alli esperándole,pero ya no era asi.Todo le recordaba a él,la puerta de la escuela,los callejones,el b
peaceful at last,chapter 7The next morning exlo awoke to the sun in his face and a cold breeze blowing over him. He opened his eyes to find that kieroff was hanging onto a strut of wood on the roof. It had splinters hanging from every Centimetre of the plank and every time kieroff moved a toe or a foot, another would pierce his skin. Exlo got up and walked downstairs and sat down. He started to count down from three and at one he heard a large crash from upstairs and a moan from kieroff.
“God, why are there so many splinters in those struts, I swear if I hurt myself I am gonna light them on fire”, said kieroff walking down the stairs.
“Wouldn’t that be a shame”, exlo muttered under his breath. “Manna was going nuts at me yesterday; he wants you to come with us to live in a temple……..you were so……don’t go rambling on at me, manna, manna, MANNA”, yelled exlo.
Kieroff started to laugh and he fell over from it. “So you expect me to go
Chapter 2: PAGE 6In his haste to sit down he almost did not notice how far he actually sunk into bed as he sat down. He had never slept on anything better then thin leather blanket spread on top of a stone bed. Even that was already a luxury only bestowed upon those who reached the elite year of the Institute. It almost felt comfortable, though Dailon wondered what kind of filling they used that he would sink in that far. Now was not the time to check it though, so he kept massaging his head as the wooden panel slid upwards.
`Ah so it was a door after all.` Dailon thought to himself, watching the door entrance closely through a tiny slit in his eyelids, that was too small to notice in the dark room. He would never have found out that it was a door that opens upward. Somehow it goes so completely against taught nature, or perhaps even simple instinct, that he would never have figured that out.
“Ah I see you are awake young Dailon.” The man said as he slowly walked into the room. “When
'Flux' or 'Duncan's Diary'“Wake up, NanoSounds.”
Kim woke with a start, almost smacking her head on the bunk above. Had she just dreamt that voice? It certainly didn't sound like Duncan.
That was when it struck her that something was different. Firstly, the window to the tower was open a crack, and the winter snow was slowly drifting in through the gap, drawing a thin line of cold snowflakes across the floor. Second was the absence of any sound other than the shuffling of the leaves outside. No snores or snorts, no shuffling of bedclothes or nocturnal mutterings. She pulled the covers aside and stepped out of bed, groggily. A cursory glance to the upper bunk confirmed the absence of her partner in misadventures. She wondered if perhaps he was still downstairs in the workshop, although no sound could be heard from the many machines below.
As she made for the stairs, Kim's attention was drawn to a fluttering from Duncan's bunk. The soft wind was shuffling some sort of paper half poking f
The HuntedYou have spread over this land like a disease, devouring everything. You have slaughtered my kindred, my prey, griffin and unicorn and made them myth. I take your cattle for sustenance only, for you have robbed me of the thrill of the hunt. And now you call me monster and point your spears and arrows to the sky a turn your greedy eyes upon my golden nest. I am dragon and I am the hunted now.
Chapter 2: PAGE 5“Yes of course. You are doubling my fee after all.” He said without much further theatrics, ignoring the hand completely and walking to the corner of the room where a long sword was resting. It looked like an ordinary sword, but when the teacher pulled it out for second to check it, Dailon thought he noticed something strange.
The sword seemed to be emitting a feint blue light. Before he was done rubbing his eyes though the teacher slid the sword back into it´s sheath and walked to the door. “I will try to save as many people as I can.” He said as he walked outside and close the door.
“Bloody mercenaries.” the unknown man said softly beneath his breath, before turning towards the wall Dailon had been listing from behind. “I might as well check if the boy is awake yet.” He continued mumbling to himself as he pulled out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
Having been so caught up in following the story it took
House-elf and cream of carott
Une délicate odeur anisée s'élevait du bol de grès simple déposé sans autre apprêt sur la table où le maître prenait ses repas lorsqu'il s'adonnait, comme ce jour-là, à quelques sulfureuses expériences. Le petit lutin domestique déposa à côté les quelques gougères appétissantes et dorées qu'il venait juste de sortir du four. Il aurait bien croqué à pleines dents dedans et goûté un fond de velouté, s'il n'avait tant craint la colère du sorcier. D'ailleurs, ne devait-il pas avant tout veiller à ce que le plat reste bien chaud, en attendant le retour de son irascible maître ? Mieux valait ne pas savoir où celui-ci était parti...
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