histórias de En

Jednoho dne jsem se rozhodla, že by byl dobrý nápad napsat knihu, ale Českou a zároveň anglickou. Každá kapitola má pod českou verzí také anglický překlad. Karl se rozhodl přestěhovat do UK přímo do Brightonu, avšak ho nenapadlo, že hned první den zachrání jednomu klukovi život. Jak bude příběh pokračovat a co se mezi nimi stane? To vše se dozvíte v této knize. ----------------------------------------------------------------- One day I decided that it would be good to write a book, but at the same time in Czech and English. Each chapter also has an English translation below the Czech version. Karl decided to move to Great Britain directly to Brighton, but he did not think that he would save the boy's life on the first day. How will the story continue and what will happen between them? You will learn all this in this book. začátek psaní: 23.2.2022 Start write: 2/23/2022 vydání: 24.12. 2022 Post: 12/24/2022 ukončení psaní: ? End write: ? ukončení veřejně: ? End write officially: ?

Meowings in the night. Claws squealing. The disappearance of a child. The cry of a little girl. A land dying and an incurable disease. On the trail of a shikigami, four humans launch themselves. Their names are distinguished and memorable for the spirits: Seimei, Kagura, Yaobikuni and Hiromasa. Four heroes well determined to defeat the demon. Yet, is not it already too late ? However, this is only my humble opinion. After all, I'm just a simple medicine seller... Rating : K+ (Over) ⚠️Warning⚠️ (Spoil) The characters of Onmyoji and the other do not belong to me. All rights reserved to the game Onmyoji and the animated Mononoke. Only characters created for the purpose of the contest belong to me. This fiction was written for the purpose of an Onmyoji game contest. Written in English only for the contest with Google Translate and a nice friend (Katelena_09) French version also available.

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Ceci était un rantbook avant de devenir... Ça? Mais bref. Ici vous trouverez ce que j'écris qui ne trouve pas sa place autre part, principalement des nouvelles de mes projets, occasionnellement des vrais écrits.

Graffiti de maux

I have never told you. How could you even understand. But today I've woke up, Realized, I do luv myself And tonight, I have to put myself On that pedestal, So your lost baby I do luv myself. Ouais j'm'aime en criss bro. FR/EN

Une nouvelle furtive.

Laloj, také jste si někdy říkali, jak se bude jmenovat Vaše dítě? A také podle čeho to jméno vybrat? A nebo vůbec, co vaše jméno nebo jméno někoho z Vašich blízkých znamená? Tady se to můžete dozvědět! Začnu psát jména která mě napadnou, ale přeji si, aby každý z čtenářů napsal nějaké jméno a může jich být klidně 100 najednou, časem na každé dojde! Předem díky za přečtení, Vote a hlavně za každý komentář obsahovaný nějaká ta jména! Jenom bych byl rád, kdyby ta jména byla česká, jinak díky! Na napsanou :-P

He was the one thing she wanted but could never keep. They said time heals all wounds but what if time only teaches you how to live with the ache? Every night, she still looks for him in the quiet, in old messages, in old songs that sound like goodbye. He moved on. She stayed and stuck in the memory of what they used to be. Because sometimes love doesn't end when the person leaves. Sometimes, it ends when you finally admit they're never coming back. "All I wanted was you... but you became the one thing I could never have again." | THIS IS A SLOW-BURN STORY |