El espectro de la Animita:

El espectro de la Animita:

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lejos, muy lejos; donde todos conocen, pero nadie quiere ir, donde no hay más ruido que el de los murmullos de los que no vemos y donde las memorias resurgen, el aire hiela y las hojas caen en una noche nublada......¿no te da curiosidad a donde nos llevará este sendero espectral? en este breve pero entretenido y algo oscuro relato, un niño despierta en un sitio al que no recuerda de donde llego ni porque, y buscando a no sabe quien por alguna razón, veamos a donde nos llevara esta aventura no esperada, siguiendo adelante en búsqueda del renombrado olvidado Evaristo Montt, para ver si el sabrá se porque su extraño despertar en el cementerio general y también una realidad que nunca deben olvidar (este relato esta basado un poco en la historia de Evaristo Montt y su muerte, y en algunos datos sobre el cementerio general de Antofagasta.....espero que lo disfruten)
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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