Blu e grigio di sguardi
- LECTURAS 12
- Votos 4
- Partes 1
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Última publicación lun, feb 15, 2016
Non si può scegliere cosa scrivere. Non c'è libertà, forse nel leggere sì. Non nello scrivere. Almeno per me è così, posso costruire qualcosa solo con l'immaginazione, ma è peggio di un castello di carta e tanto prima o poi crolla. È sempre successo così e sta ancora succedendo. C'è un segnale, tu lo confezioni e devi scriverlo. Per forza, perché se no è troppo tardi.
Questa è una storia di nostalgia.
È sempre un gioco di sguardi quando cammino.
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It was my first back to New York after six months. I was looking forward to this. To going back to camp. Seeing my friends, and having fun for another summer. And for those of you who haven't figured it out yet, I was abused a child. And this caused some pretty shitty depression at a young age. It didn't help that I didn't have any friends. But I came here, and friends happened and the depression went away. It might pop up, but that was more so grief. I haven't thought about suicide since I was 14. That's a really long time. Well, okay, I did once in Tartarus but that wasn't killing myself, that was just giving up. So it doesn't count, okay?Concluida
Shattered Anya
I hated waiting. It was especially challenging standing carefully to make sure I didn't break my heel before the appointed time. Ugh setting up a meet cute like this seemed so stupid. If all I had to do was seduce the mark, why did we have to go through all this extra effort? But the powers that be said our mark had a real romantic streak and was currently heartbroken over his highschool sweetheart cheating on him with a new business contact, before both skipped the country, seemingly to elope. I watched the crowd walking past me as I stood in the shade of a closed store alcove, the walls giving me something lean against making sure I didn't step on the unstable heel accidentally. Stupid Americans, everyone looked like they were in such a hurry to go buy more things they didn't need. Hair and makeup took two hours yesterday and just as long today. I did not want to have to sit through that again. Plus being stuck in a third girly demure dress for another day might be enough to finally kill me. It might not have all been so bad if I could have chatted with someone while my hair was pulled and burned and styled, and creams and potions layered on my face and eyes. But all of the salon girls were owned by the powers that be, and none spoke any of the languages I could. I suspected that it wasn't an accident. I felt my phone vibrate with an alarm. Show time. I started walking down the sidewalk. It would have been a beautiful day for a walk if I wasn't so focused on my mission, and trying to only walk on my toes with my right foot. The town car pulled up to the curb just ahead of me, coming to a stop in front of the quaint little shop. The timing was working out perfectly. Just a couple more steps. I watched as the rear door of the passenger side opened, I moved to step around the now open car door just as a set of long legs in navy slacks swung out from the car. 3...2...1...Concluida
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The Sadistic Pair (Karma x Reader) - Discontinued
in the class you were put in after the discovery of you having the same powers of class E's sensei (not tentacles) _backstory_ you were born but then...the family was attacked. this happened 3 years I a row with family members dying in progress of protecting you..because of your 'supernatural' body you've been caught once at 10 and tortured by the experiments.... they tried to turn you into a super soldier, minimising your mercy for people as much as possible.. every encounter with you they've had, they filmed. using those moments to make you insane you managed to get a split personality disorder of 3 people....4 if you include insanity...which has been what you've been showing for a while... the different attitudes have helped you in situations you've been awkward in and so while you yourself is inside feeling depressed, the other selves have to show up to take up your place. otherwise you'd be like an empty canister Your hair changes colour due to emotions. some emotions are the same colours (sorry if your eye colour is one of the eye colours your eyes change into your original eye colour. you can just change it if you want to same with your hair colour.) the blue hoodie and bandana your boyfriend used to wear you kept and wore you used it as a disguise to get away from the guys that have been chasing you your whole life. your voice changed so it sounded like a guy's and to be honest, everyone you met In that disguise believed you...including the enemy your family was rich and you had a lot of money, yet you all chose to live a simple life. you still did that after they all died. what you and your family did for a job you continued... until you saw a strange yellow thing in the sky... following the direction of the octopus thing you managed to catch up using some of your power...he went to china for tea? he then flew you back to what he said will be your new class from now on. E-Class *I don'tConcluida
The Journey... (A true Story)
"I can't do this anymore; I just can't!" A line said in almost every individual's life. We all at one stage in our life dealt with such pain; where dying is easier then living. But, it's all a rollarcoaster that we have to fight through. I was once a shy, scared and sad little girl and now I'm a confident, compassionate and cheerful young lady. But, I wasn't always like this; at many stages I was extremely depressed. I know this seems like the stereotypical teenager's story but it was something much much more. Give my story a read and lets ride the rollarcoaster together. You never truly know what can impact you the most. It could be a book or even another person. Never close yourself off to be alone because you're shutting yourself from the beautiful world we live in together. Expect the unexpected and always reach for the stars. I hope you guys ride along and we can over come any scenario together as one.Concluida
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The "Fallen Angel" is a story that is completely inside of my head, so it's original, so I am grateful if no one copy it. You can take it as an inspiration, but then please let me know so I can write your story on my book as I expect you to do the same, It's a win-win. If you want me to publish your stories, I'd be happy to do so. I do not own any video or image that I can post, there might be ones in with are edited, I am sorry if you are the creator and do not approve it's utilization, I'll gladly take it out, if you do not mind it, I thank you for the bottom of my heart. I am Portuguese so it may happen that I have a couple of mistakes, thank you for giving me the warning if this happens, I'll update if I find any errors in the mean time. Once I gain some time, I'll rewrite the story on another book in Portuguese. Kisses and hugs to all my Angels! And have a good reading! ;) Portugues: A "Fallen Angel" é uma história vinda completamente da minha cabeça, por isso agradecia que não a copiassem. Se quiserem a usar como inspiração estão á vontade para isso, mas se esse for o caso, por favor digam-me para que eu possa escrever o vosso livro no final dos capítulos para que vocês também tenham o meu apoio, espero que façam o mesmo entretanto. Se quiserem que publique as vossas historias terei muito gosto em faze-lo. Não sou dona de qualquer vídeo ou imagem que possa a vir a postar. Poderão estar editadas, se for o criador e não aprova a sua utilização, por favor diga-me, eu irei tirar de imediato, se não se importar, eu agradeço do fundo do coração, agradecia que se revelasse para que possa escrever quem é o autor. Sou portuguesa por isso pode acontecer ter erros, agradecia que me dessem o aviso se tal acontecer, eu irei corrigindo ao longo do tempo. Quando tiver tempo, eu irei traduzir o livro para a versão portuguesa Beijos e abraços para todos os meus Anjos! E tenham uma boa leitura! ;)Concluida
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It was my first back to New York after six months. I was looking forward to this. To going back to camp. Seeing my friends, and having fun for another summer. And for those of you who haven't figured it out yet, I was abused a child. And this caused some pretty shitty depression at a young age. It didn't help that I didn't have any friends. But I came here, and friends happened and the depression went away. It might pop up, but that was more so grief. I haven't thought about suicide since I was 14. That's a really long time. Well, okay, I did once in Tartarus but that wasn't killing myself, that was just giving up. So it doesn't count, okay?
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