Historias de Sugarskull

When the Lord and Lady Garcia announce they are attending the Day of the Dead celebrations with the the rest of the village, the villagers are bewildered. Why do the snooty couple want anything to do with the villagers, whom the couple view as pests? Nothing good can come out of this visit.... This is still a work in progress, but I hope you guys like it so far.

There was no warning what so ever about her, we was cursed for like now it was taking over us. We knew there was something about her but we could never understood what it was about her she looked like a normal person but when we saw what she was really like we regretted everything up to this moment and what was going to happen next worried us the most.

There is a legend that Life and Death loved each other but because of their clashing powers they couldn't be together, so Life decided to make gifts to Death to remind him that she loved him. However one day, Death decided to make a gift to his beloved to remind her, of course, that he too, loved her. What does this have to do with anything? This "gift" happened to be ME!

A special Halloween legend about the Sugar Skull Princess and maybe it could be a true legend.

It's been 300 years since the famous Earth bombing. 200 years since livable planets have been discovered. The galaxy is in chaos. 5 girls. Rowan. Adira. Tamiko. Elisianna. Wren. Ordinary bandits, thieves, assassins; "Skyraiders". Or so they thought. Skyraiders are everything everyone secretly wants to be. Powerful, wealthy, strong... but criminals. What happens when these five inseparable girls are threatened from their title as the best of the best? TITLE STILL IN PROGRESS All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2016 by Valerie Ho, Virginia Button and Jenny Truong. Cover Art by Virginia Button. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the authors' imaginations and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places or people, living or dead, is coincidental.

"Whats your name?" He asked me, with a curious gaze that almost had me sucked in. Almost, being the keyword. "My Name, huh?" I smirked at him, causing him to look at me in confusion to why the tone of my voice suggested he insulted me. I ripped my arm away from his grip in annoyance, turning away from him planning on losing him amongst all the bodies that were filing on to the dance floor. "I'm not harming anyone am I? I'm just simply asking for your name." He shouted over the loud music pounding into my ears as I slowly walked away from 'HIM'. The prick had a lot of nerve to try to seduce me. "My name.." I turned around and stalked back towards him a flash, surprise and amusement was clear as day in his eyes. "Honey. You don't have the right to know my name." I said, walking backwards leaving him stunned and confused. ** Melissa Gunn aka 'Nerdy Mel', was seen as nothing more than a bridge used to get the "Populars" safely across the unrelenting, hectic and zombie-making river known formally as Homework, Essays, School Projects and last but not least College Entrance Exams. Luckily for Melissa, she only had to hold out for two more weeks for Highschool to finish and she'll be moving on to greener pastures. College, a place where hopes, dreams, first loves, oppurtunities to make your mark in the world and more are created. *** Unedited. In no way professional. Will edit any grammar and spelling mistakes throughout the book, feel free to point out any for me. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. xx

Curly Shepard had always been insecure about his natural hair color. So around every month or so, he dyes it black, to match his siblings' hair. He'd been dying it even since grade school. Curly thought it made him look tuff, like a real greaser, not some blonde, country kid. But when he finds his old friend from school at his house one night, with the events that follow, Curly grows fonder of the color yellow. (Purly- Ponyboy/Curly]

Im lost. I have nothing to hold onto anymore. This is an improvasatiol story that i write as it comes ot be when im listening to wordless music. One part could have a compleatly differnt feeling from the next, but i dont know. Just like that, im lost. This story is lost, with nothing to grast onto. The story is trying to find its home, but ut may never succeed

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