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EL LEGADO DE LAS ARMAS - PPHDEL PRIMER PASO HACIA EL DESTINO
Marck seguía recostado en su cama, mirando sus manos y pensando en lo que había pasado horas antes, en la tarde ¿Que fue lo que paso? pensó mientras hacia una retrospectiva a esas horas en el transporte.
Ya vámonos grito mary y todos rieron, pero las risas cesaron al ver que lo que subía al transporte, eso con forma humanoide, no era una persona.
¿Qué es eso? grito exaltada mary.
Un demonio dijo demente con una voz algo cortada.
Eso no es posible exclamo marck, pero sin duda lo que estaba ahí era lo se describía como un demonio.
Aléjense grito demente mientras se ponía en posición de combate, apretando los puños.
¿Te enfrentaras ha él? Es una locura.
No discutas, salgan todos por atrás, yo los cubriré la creatura grito fuertemente contra ellos dos al verlos pero ninguno retrocedió, m
El legado de las armas 1EL COMIENZO DE UNA HISTORIA
Es tu fin, ríndete y tu muerte será piadosa grito tyrael.
Jamás me rendiré, todo el mundo a depositado su confianza en mi, no los decepcionare respondió marck mientras se abalanzaba contra tyrael y le clavaba la espada en el pecho.
Esto no debería terminar así yo tenía que ganar dijo quejándose mientras caía al suelo.
No, imposible exclamo el chico mientras borraba lo que acababa de escribir - ¿han pasado por tantos problemas para que acabe con el así de fácil? No, una pelea mas intensa aun, ¿pero como podría hacerlo?
El chico sentado escribiendo era un apasionado de la escritura, mas que nada sobre aventuras aunque nunca sabia como terminarlas, aparte de la escritura era un chico normal, le gustaban los video juegos y salir con sus amigos, nada interesante.
Ahh estúpido bloqueo mental grito el chico ahora no se que escribir para el final termino diciendo mientras se paraba de la mesa y guardaba su cuader
El legado de las armasINTRODUCCIÓN
Todas las personas alguna vez han pensado en ser como héroes, salvar al mundo de la destrucción y ser ovacionados por ello. O tal vez ser un villano y dominar el mundo sin que nadie pueda evitarlo, mandar a la gente y tener riquezas incomparables.
Pero aun cuando lo quieren, saben o creen muy poco probable que paso, que aun cuando vivieran miles de años la probabilidad de que algo como eso pasara es escasa, pero no importa cuán escasa o "IMPOSIBLE" parezca esa posibilidad, algunas veces pasa
Julie and NicholasJulie and Nicholas were engaged. They were the type of happy couple that made single people bitter on St. Valentines' Day. Nicholas had to agree with his buddies- he was a very lucky man to have landed such a beautiful woman. She was smart, funny, didn't mind watching monday night football with him; she was confident but not too controlling, and Julie didn't backseat drive at all. There was one weird thing though, that he didn't tell anyone. On the 12th of each month, Julie insisted that she be alone. She didn't let him visit her at all. At first, he took it personally. But after almost a year of it coupled with her insistence that it wasn't personal, he just grew used to it.
Until one day, on October 12, 2013, he forgot.
"Jules?" He stepped into her apartment with a sing song voice. A bouquet of vivid red roses was in his hand. He shut the door behind him and pocketed his keys. There was no reply. Maybe she was in the shower.
"I know I'm a day early, but I bought you a little annivers
Barb-e's Guest“Of all the rotten luck in the universe!” Samus Aran grumbled in disdain as she surveyed the damage her ship had undergone. She looked on in irritation at it as it had sustained heavy firepower from the battle she had been in. Parts of it were possibly beyond her skill to fix as she looked at it.
Samus Aran the renowned Bounty Hunter had been ambushed by an attack in the Space Pirates. They had feigned a distress signal as a ship under attack and when she had come to stop them they had turned on her and attacked her outnumbering her twenty ships to one. With skillful piloting and intense maneuvers she had managed to defeat and destroy them surviving it. But her ship had taken damage in it and had forced her to make a crash landing on a nearby planet.
Samus shook her head as she was in her Zero Suit. She had checked the ship, the engines had been battered, the shields were all but gone from the attack, it was barely capable of hovering over the trees with as much damage as i
Niebla de Murkrow -Vincent-
Niebla de Murkrow
Ni si quiera sabía realmente como es que había llegado a ese lugar, a ese bosque. Se recordaba a si mismo por los alrededores de Ciudad Heft, investigando tranquilamente. Cuando de pronto un pokémon pájaro, un Murkrow, llamó su atención y lo condujo hacia el interior de aquel bosque.
Todo estaba lleno de neblina, y era blanca, cubriendo el suelo y parte del ambiente. De esa forma se hacía casi imposible el poder ver algo. Estaba seguro de que si alzaba una mano tampoco podría verse los dedos, y eso que los tenía pegados a si mismo.
Podía escuchar algo así como risas a su alrededor, como voces, como gruñidos, incluso como alaridos. Era escalofriante, para que mentirse. Y cada vez que miraba a su alrededor podía vislumbrar perfectamente como varios pares de ojos lo observaban desde todos lados.
Solamente tragó saliva, era lo único que
Five MinutesIn five minutes time, everything will change.
It seems like an awfully short amount of time, to have the lives of hundreds affected. But, if one thinks about it, it really isn’t all that impossible.
In five minutes time – a life could be taken, and in that time dozens more born to replace it.
In five minutes time – a stranger could move from their seat to let an elder take their place, easing their body’s weary pains.
In five minutes time – the last of the coffin soil could be turned.
The dregs of a businessman’s coffee could be seen.
Another star could burn out.
In five minutes time, everything will change.
An awful lot can happen in five minutes.
Your heart races, feet pounding into the concrete, the steady thrum of your blood flowing in your ears. The cheap rubber of your soles giving easily to your weight and the unmoving ground below, contracting it’s stained surface in an attempt to ease its strain.
The rush of resistant air bellow
Mystery, Inc. Meets CatwomanMystery, Inc. Meets Catwoman
“Jinkies, Gotham City!” Velma declared as she pushed through the revolving door out onto the busy city street. The fresh air smelled nice after being cooped up in a subway car.
“It sure was keen of your father to invite us along on his business trip, Daphne.”
“Too bad Shaggy had to stay on campus to cram for that class he's failing,” Fred sighed. He dug his hands into his pockets. "With him and Scooby missing, there's a noticeable drop in testosterone in this group."
"Oh, cheer up, Freddy," Daphne replied. “If Shaggy was here, our tour of Gotham would consist of visiting every pizza parlor on every street corner. But since he’s not here, we can get on with some very important business.”
Fred raised an eyebrow. “You mean like solving a mystery?”
Daphne rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly, Freddy. I mean shopping!”
“Oh, brother,” Freddy groaned.
The redhead hooked her
Niebla de Murkrow -Connor-
Niebla de Murkrow
El paseo que había decidido dar le estaba resultando bastante abrumador. Todavía se preguntaba el por qué había decidido tomar la ruta por aquel maldito bosque lleno de niebla por el cual era imposible caminar sin tropezar con alguna piedrecita.
Tanto era el ruido que había hecho en su caminar, mientras maldecía el horrible bosque, que cuando quiso darse cuenta estaba totalmente rodeado por esos pajarracos que lo observaban desde las ramas de los arboles. Habían grandes, habían pequeños, sobre todo pequeños. Tantos habían que llegó a sentirse incluso algo intimidado. Pero su ceño se frunció, negándose a retroceder -pues él no era un cobarde- y sacó una de sus pokeballs, lanzando al combate a Absolem.
El absol dio un par de pasos hacia delante, decidido, sin apartar sus ojos rojos de aquellas figuras. Y entonces uno gran
Is This Hell?October 16, 2013, Desert, ?
I'm not sure how I got here, although I think I've been here for a really long time. I think that my brain woke up and I saw that I was here, just walking along this dirt road in the middle of a vast desert. I haven't seen any businesses. I haven't seen any restaurants. I haven't seen any cars, and I certainly haven't seen any people. Come to think of it. How did this road get here? I can't even remember anything. I can barely remember my own name let alone what happened before I got here. Was I brainwashed? Did I have Amnesia? Did I get banished here for something bad I did? Or even worse. Did I die? Maybe this is Hell. If it is Hell looks a lot nicer than I thought it would be. Although it can certainly drive a person crazy. I can't recall the last time I had something to drink. Maybe I haven't drunk anything in days and this is all one big hallucination. Maybe I'm hallucinating the road and the desert and I can't see the real p
Jeff The Killer X Reader Part 2A few days later you end up waking up to your mom and dad getting ready for the party; who force you to get up. You get up and slide into your (Insert favorite color) tank top and your (Insert color) jeans and slide on some old (Insert your shoes). When you head downstairs your parents are upset with your choice of clothes but hurry you out the door because you’re almost late. When you got there you where shooed outside and so you watched the kid that you meet a few days earlier run around and “Shoot” the other kids. I went in and asked who he was and that’s when I found out that his name was Jeff. That’s when things went downhill. That’s when three kids you don’t know jumped the fence and started to attack Jeff. You tried to help but one of the kids shoved you into the wall and knocked you out. When you wake up Jeff is on the floor soaked and burnt. Then your vision went black again.
You visit him in the hospital every day for a few week
Creepypasta X Reader (Guess who it is?)“Hello?”
“That’s never a good sign….” You manage to gasp out before the air came with a stale choking scent.
You start to look around without even knowing where you were. At this time period you really didn’t care all you wanted to do was get out of this place. You start to walk hesitantly with the only sounds are the leaves and twigs cracking under your feet, your breath, and the occasional howl of a wolf. You finally knew where you were…. That’s when you turned around gasped looked another direction and took off running not caring where you’re heading. You started to pant as you started to run out of breath. You looked back quickly and slowed down to a steady jog. You couldn’t keep moving for much longer before you would run out of air. So sadly enough you slowed down to catch your breath, and then you heard an alarming noise go off. You hit the alarm clock so hard you knocked it flat off your dress
reflexion de alguienNo entiendo porque toda la gente de este lugar se queja de lo que pasa, todos lloran, gritan y parecen desesperados, pero esto es inclusive divertido.
No voy a decir que soy una persona valiente o que me siento un héroe inmortal, al principio tenía miedo, pero eso se paso después de que mis amigos murieran, creo que tenía más miedo de que los lastimaran a ellos que a mí, ahora me siento realmente tranquilo.
Cuando paseo por el refugio con una sonrisa en la cara la gente me mira extraño, como si por ser feliz estuviera loco, pero los locos son ellos que no disfrutan de la vida y viven siempre presionados y con temor, que si mueren o que si pierden a alguien que quieren, pero yo ya lo perdí todo y a la muerte no le temo, ¿por qué no llevar una sonrisa y disfrutar del tiempo que me quede?
Inclusive debo decir que he encontrado cierta gracia en ver a esas creaturas deambular por todas partes, como chocan entre si, como un pequeño obst&
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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