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mel: Es que además de mi familia esta tecnología la sabe… – fue interrumpida por una voz femenina
'¿'¿': Creo que lo que piensas es correcto mel – decía una chica mayor (No tanto)
isabella: es correcto hola mi chiquita
mel: pero como
sofia: como es posible
todos: como paso esto
'0';: les explicaremos
los vampiros: vanessa/mama
vanessa: hola hijos hola chicos
sofia: pero ustedes no estban , ya saben arriba
isabella: no sofia solo nos icimos pasar
ramiro: pero entonces ustedes mandaron a capturarlos
vanessa: si y les presentare a los que nos ayudaron
unos 4 chicos aparecieron
vanessa: ella es sam tu hermana thom y la de ti sergio
thomas y sergio: mi mi hermana
vanessa: ella es brigitte , el es chester y el es jackshon
dezz: ellos son vampiros y lobos
isabella; si las chicas son vampiros y los chicos son lobos
xavier: de acuerdo pero sigo sin entender nuestros tios y los predres de ellos nos dijieron que tu tia y tu
BickeringA/N: Sorry I've been so inactive. Work has been crazy and my schedule is all over the place right now. I decided to whip up this chapter for you guys. Hope you enjoy it.
Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.
"Get out!" A girl's voice shouted in exasperation, unbelievably audible, possibly even heard across the city. Squealing boyish laughter followed it, clearing feeding off of it. "I said to get out, Rex! Get out of my room!"
Rex laughed again, louder, nearly giggling with gleeful abandon. "I am out Emma!" He howled back at her triumphantly. "I'm way out here in the hallway!"
Shayera didn't need to get out of bed to see what was going on. She could visualize the scene from where she lay, nursing a migraine from being knocked over the head by Bizarro the previous night. Her head pounded as she grimaced, hoping the two could peacefully work it out themselves.
Rex stood grinni
Felix's Moving ProblemHi, my name is Felix Stag. I'm 14 years old wearing very casual clothing. I've recently found a lot of strange things in our house as we pack up belongings to move to our "delightful" new caravan.
A silver locket hangs round my neck - my name and it's meaning as the inscription. Oh, there goes my sister, Kaylee, I see she still has that auburn hair dye that Dad tries to use when he's drunk. Why does she keep it? He's just gonna steal it again and again.
My brother, Robert, is weeping, as Mum has traded his laptop for a new (I mean, dead) plant - why? She has loads for now! Oh, no not anymore since we're moving I guess. Well, at least these cheap fortune cards didn't lie - Life is Hell.
And here's Dad's old business card! He used to be a lawyer? How can I, Felix Matthew Stag, be the middle-born son of a former lawyer, who has now gone and spent our life savings on a caravan we don't even need!
Note To Self: Drunken fathers and life savings - keep apart and aw
Computerized Love "..."
"Hello?" A feminine monotone voice could be heard.
"Could you please let me out? Just touch the box on your Wii U Gamepad."
I tapped the box, and shortly a sign--no, a floating robot stood in my path. The familiar voice told me "Welcome to Nintendo Land!"
"I am Monita, your park guide." T'was a name I knew ever since I bought my console. Some call her annoying or repetitive, but all she needed was her mono-arm for me to catch on that I was going to love her forever. It wasn't the first time I've watched this pre-coded cutscene via that special button in the plaza, but it was certainly never going to be the last.
Some of my friends call me crazy or a freak, but I enjoy every moment I get with her on my Wii U. They'd be right to call me a freak though, as I talked to her night and day, every waking moment. And hearing her sweet monotone voice as though it was synthesize
[BWG] Nap Time “Come now, Thema.”
The girl shivers and chews the inside of her cheek; her eyes flutter very faintly, but otherwise she gives no indication that she intends to get up any time soon. Mother hums low in her throat, both amused and annoyed by her child's disobedience. Father grunts his disapproval from a short distance away and Thema smiles sleepily from behind her swaddle of furs and leather. Those two sounds go together like bread and butter and she is always happy to hear them.
Heavily gloved fingers rustle through her hair:
"Are you listening? It's time to go, klein een. You have to get up."
There's some urgency in mother's quiet, raspy voice, but Thema barely even budges an inch. Like the lazy thing she is, mother's morning voice only soothers her further into a deafening sort of sleep. She sighs deeply, clutching her rat
ChildYou and I.
We sit on the golden beach of a foreign island.
We think of each other.
And of how far we have come.
We also think of the future.
And the future may seem bright.
But this is where you and I disagree.
A life that should be created and cherished.
And you believe that is not necessary?
You believe that a beautiful child should not be brought into the world?
You were brought into the world by the ones who love you.
So why can't you and I bring a child into the world?
It only seems fair.
Beach House visit: One shot drabbleKenta walked across the sand, holding her duffle bag over her shoulder. She tossed a lock of her long fluffy blonde hair over her shoulder, "Hurry up!" She scolded her husband and son, while her daughter kept pace, arms crossed, her bangs falling over her eyes in a rebellious way. Owatashi glanced at his dead. "This is gonna be a long trip." He muttered.
Tobikuma grinned blissfully. "The longer the better!" He said cheerily, his orange T-shirt blowing a bit in the cooling breeze. "This family needs a vacation~" He added, looking down at his son. "Now, you heard your mother, let's pick up the pace a bit!" He hoisted the bags he was carrying and skipped after his two favorite women.
Kenta slid open the door to the house and looked around. "Hm..." She frowned deeply, Young doing the same. Owatashi hurried after them, rolling his eyes heavenward and smiling. Kenta dropped her purse on the ground and went into the kitchen, immediately making herself at home there.
Tobikuma dropped everythin
Burgundy EyesHer eyes are burgundy and round. Sometimes you can see your reflection in them, and other times you can see the things that she keeps pushing down. I watch her bite her lip as she draws her heart onto her paper. It brings me to a final thought: I never forgot her burgundy eyes shimmering beneath the sunlight rays.
I'm seven when she teaches me how to ride a bike and when I don't fall. I smile wide until my face splits. She wraps a delicate arm around my neck: "You did good." It only mattered because it was from her. We walk home together, this pink bike at my side (no training wheels!). The sun was bright and I watched how long our shadows stretch and we toss ourselves into a fit of giggles, because for a moment, we rule the world.
About a year later, she's sitting on the couch with scraped knees, scraped palms, and trickles of blood rolling down the side of her face next to her road rash. I'm shivering, shaking, weeping. I witnessed a van collide into her when she was on her way to sc
It was raining heavily outside. The prince and his family had decided that the three of them would all huddle up together because it was kind of cold. Clear had their child on his lap, and the little boy was just starting to fall asleep. The storm had started during dinner and was slowly getting worse. Clear was starting to fall asleep as well. Which made sense since it was late. They had put on a movie for their child to keep him entertained and it had just ended. The movie had been longer than the two of them thought.
The prince took the child from Clear so that he could lie down. Once he did, he gave the boy back to his partner. He looked out the window just in time to see a bolt of lightning strike. The planet was famous for its awful storms. The lightning and thunder was some of the worst in their solar system. But buildings and things were safe due to redesigning after so many years of the storms. And watching the storms was nice. Relaxing even, if you ignored
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