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La estacion del NorteApoyada en una de las vigas de la estación, vestida con unos sencillos vaqueros y una chaqueta negra con rayas rojas y blancas en los costados, observo el ir y venir de los trenes y el corretear de las maletas, a la vez que oigo las voces de los viajeros y de la megafoníabajo el gran arco verde, a través del cual pasan algunos rayos del Sol que molestan un poco a mis ojos marrones mientras devoro una bolsa de doritos.
Las majestuosas locomotoras que están de paso en la estación, me recuerdan a mis tiempos de chiquilla cuando mi padre, aficionado a los ferrocarriles, me llevaba de excursión a Gandía o Cullera, y si ese día había ganas, a Alcoy. Quizá sea por su culpa por la que, cuando subo a un cercanías, cumplo un silencioso ritual con el tren, como si saludara a mi "yo niña", la que reside en mi mente.
Pero hoy no estoy aquí para subir en ningún tren, sólo he venido a mirar y perd
NoeliaElla siempre camina por la playa de la Malvarrosa. Gusta de llevar vestidos de falda larga, pero frescos, los pies descalzos y una preciosa melena rizada y castaña que llega hasta su cintura, con algún mechón rozando con su punta los glúteos.
Cuando se sienta en algún banco para disfrutar de la brisa marina, suele observar el mar con sus hermosos ojos grises y permite que el viento acaricie su cabello.
Todo en ella me traía loco, incluida su expresión alegre pero callada.
Desconocía su voz, pero simplemente con verla me había enamorado locamente.
En mis noches de insomnio, soñaba que estaba en la playa, solo, son el sonido de las olas como fondo. Rompía el momento con un inmenso grito, su nombre, escrito en una de las cinchas de su mochila : ¡NOELIA!.
It was in class, a rainy day, with the dull lights of the classroom. But even so it was seen well. That aspect was unpleasant, but it felt to me well because it was the last day before the bridge of May. Suddenly, a thunderclap fell and the little illumination that left the outside extinguished. Total black. I confess that I am not a girl easy to scare, I have even put in pantheons with my father, who is undertaker, but in that occasion I passed true fear. Nothing was seen, and gave the impression that at some time zombi could leave some or some similar beast of some corridor, and all we ran towards the stairs trying to feel the wall to orient us of how much it lacked to arrive at the stairs. Then I saw. I saw to the Full Moon leave, and began the true torture…
I grew, my hair grew, grew the pointed ears to me, in summary, a man-wolf, rather, a woman-wolf. My killer instinct was stronger than my rationality, and I went running to try to catch my companions, to kill them, or, at least,
Harvest HomesShe says, you can tell America from the rest of the world by the color of the wallpaper, or lack thereof. That Southern hospitality is refreshing after so many years in London. The stuffed animal that sits on her table is named Dog, and if you ask her why, she'll ask you if you're blind. It is a dog after all.
When the aide handed her a night gown she wanted to know if it was for sale. When he told her it was a gift, she couldn't accept it, but if he wanted to lend it to her that would be lovely. The aide was actually a woman and when we told her so she replied, “Well, she was a man when he gave it to me”. We all laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then” and laughed with us while clapping her hands.
Needless to say, I liked her almost immediately; so lively and spirited, and what a sense of humor. I can't tell you how old she is, any age beyond eighty will do. I can't tell you how crazy she is, but I imagine only a little, perhaps a touch of Alzheimer's or Dementia
I will. (warning for prose,but mostly description)I.
I will rouse myself from casket mornings, and I will flex the 11 (or was it 12?) muscles in my mouth to form a smile—however painful. I will keep it there… because kindness bandages wounds in the best of ways. I will sip the horizon from my coffee, while weaving fairytales—without ever thinking that I’ve not the innocence anymore… because I’ll make it not matter. I will.
And I will forget him. I will… because ghosts only appear if you look at them, and he’s loved my nightmares—my tears—long enough. And because I’ve haunted myself long enough.
I will allow myself to feel human again, because I’ll remember that rain rids filth, but I’ll try to keep myself wishing less for forgetting-tsunamis… less for escapes just because of prints engrained in roots and soul. So I’ll forget his fingers straying past my heart—the way muscles seized, and cardiac arrest knew betrayal—and the way
Rant.If anybody here works at Google, DA, Bing, whatever. I want you to see if you can make this happen. Get pony filters on the search engines. Why? Because I'm going to tell ya.
Couple days ago I was looking up a toaster on Google and 5 My Little Pony pictures came up with no toasters in it. What. The Fuck. This is one of the reasons why I hate My Little Pony. When I search something that doesn't have anything to do with MLP, it somehow magically turns up. I'm not even joking. It's stupid. They should add a filter to those search sites so if I want to search something, there shouldn't be ponies in it. Except if I actually type in the search engine "My Little Pony" or "ponies". If I type anything else, it should not appear. When I search dinosaurs, my little pony shows up as some of the results. I don't know why! Dinosaurs can eat those ponies but I bet they would vomit from the taste afterwards! More then half of the pony franchise is in random stuff that I type up, in ads, or in the fanb
Things You Shouldn't Do At WorkBeep. Beep. Beep.
The checkout girl scanned the bar codes of the few items the shopper had, a plastic smile on her face. "That'll be-" The facade fell when she heard the singing.
"So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound
You look like you're both pretty groovy
Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie."
"Oh God, no."
"I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.
We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car
We don't want to be any worry."
"Don't do it, Lila."
"So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?
Well babies, don't you panic.
By the light of the night when it all seems alright
I'll get you a satanic mechanic."
"This is your last chance."
But she didn't listen, and the next line came out in a scream as loud as Lila could throw her words.
"I'M JUST A SWEET TRANSVESTITE FROM TRANSSEXUAL, TRANSYLVANIA."
Chloe slapped her hand over her eyes and excused herself
Wife's Resting Feet (The Story)I went and di my shopping for her and my Sons. Now being unemployed for two years and FINALLY getting a part-time job on the weekends I tried to make it as enjoyable for them after bills and such were paid.
So I came Home and I liked what I got them so as I snuck the gifts to the basement I came up, got a cup of coffee and my Wife said she was going to her work to have a meeting with her Supervisor, finish up some Nursing work then go to the grocery store and come Home.
So while she was gone I straightened up the House, played catch and fetch with the Puppy and did a load of laundry, yea I know boring so let's get the good schtuff.
I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and on the sink counter I saw a small, white, facial, rotating brush that I bought her for her Birthday. I turned it on and the rotation was very slow and the bristles were extraordinarily soft. I ran it on my wrist and it gave a unique but effective tickling effect. So I got this idea," use it on her feet instead
Sound of Vengeance Chapter 2Iowa had not yet left the spot he had rested in since the day Yorktown left. As his siblings played with their kin carriers, he sat and stared out to sea. He was the oldest of the four, his radio tower was already done being formed and he was 80 feet long. Just a bit more maturity and he would be ready to join the Navy and take the fight to the Japanese!
As he watched, with his battleship sight that could show the smallest details on a ship from 16 miles away, as far as his turrets would aim, he noticed a small black dot on the horizon. It was a carrier, familiar in shape, and it was speeding towards the harbor at full speed. As the carrier got into his sights better, he smiled. "Mom's home!" he cheered and dashed forward to greet her.
At the sound of their mother being called, Missouri, New Jersey and Wisconsin looked up. With grins on their faces, all raced forward to meet Yorktown. The carrier yelped with surprise as the four shiplings jumped onto her and hugged her. Iowa was the fi
UnlovedHave you ever been afraid of being alone forever? Felt that sudden grip on your heart when you think about the future? Or how unlikable you are or might be to the desired sex? Sometimes I feel that. But I'm not necessarily afraid of being without someone I love- It's more like I'm afraid of pushing people so far away- of being so unfeeling- that I become unlovable.
I don't want to be that old lady who's eating lunch alone in a restaurant, with no wedding ring- no signs of people who love her- nothing but herself lost amongst the sea of jubilant, vibrant people. I'm lost. I'm scared. I'm angry. I'm a monster.
I don't know how to fix myself.
I don't know how to be who I want to be.
I don't know how to be the right person.
DDl23: That Is Not Better
DDL23: That Is Not Better
"Where are we going?" surge asked, grumpily, straining as he tried to look up, at Suspiciary, who held him over his shoulder. Suspiciary just smiled, looking out, beyond the horizon. The sun had risen. He could feel the heat of the asphalt beneath him against his feet. The morning fog was clearing, and birds were darting through the sky. He tilted his head a bit, cocking it to the left, and looking at Surge, who lay over his right shoulder, causing him to tilt to the right, a bit, as he walked. He smirked, inquisitive.
"Is that so important to you?" He asked, turning, and refocusing his gaze on the horizon, smiling. "Just wait, and you will see." Surge sighed.
"This is not ideal." he stated.
"Not ideal?" Suspiciary questioned, with interest. Surge looked up, at the back of his head. The blood was rushing to his head from being dangled, upsidown, like a rag doll. All he could see was the road passing beneath him. The sun illuminated it, and shone on it as it li
Wife's Nighty Feet (The Story)First I want to take the time and thank everyone who faved and likes to read the recap of all the photos I take and story behind them. *THANK YOU*
We had a gift card to a Longhorn steakhouse restaurant so my Wife, my two Sons and myself went to dinner. We ate, came home and she immediately put on her red jammies with the little black designs on and she had on her black socks with the argyle design on the top part of the sock.
She went in our bedroom to lay down and watch TV and she shut off the ceiling light and put on the lamp on the bed stand next to her.
I waited, got my cell, and walked in like I was looking for something and then I shut the door and put on the light. She knew what was coming next and she practically begged me for no photos however I reminded her that she still owed me a few so she finally gave in and she let me rest her ankles over the bed spread and cover them with the pillow.
I then slowly removed each sock, one at a time, and I was surprised she didn't protest
El parqueEl calor me atolondraba, así que decidí refugiarme en el fresco abrazo de una sombra, acompañada por una botella de yogur líquido.
Hallé un banco en el parque de la plaza Mansuetos, pegado al antiguo matadero (reconvertido en escuela de música).
Intentaba no pensar en los veintiséis grados que marcaba el termómetro de una farmacia cercana, mientras el aire fresco me arrullaba.
Demasiado calor para esta época del año en Teruel. Además, casi no ha llovido.
He de levantarme para volver a casa, pero mi cuerpo se niega a abandonar este placentero lugar. Me falta echarme a dormir.
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