El Misterio Del Bosque

El Misterio Del Bosque

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En la ciudad de Sheyvanne, hace mucho tiempo, en un bosque ubicando a pocos pasos de la civilizacion, se encuentra una pequeña zona humanizada para ir allí con amigos o familia a disfrutar un rato. Por otro lado, una zona abandonada por diversas razones. En aquel lugar, ocurren inexplicables desapariciones y apariciones. Estando en la zona habitada, se pueden apreciar, de una forma un tanto borrosa, siluetas que caminan sin rumbo fijo. Si se les sigue con la vista, desaparecen luego de unos segundos. Muchos dicen que son almas olvidadas en tormento, otros dicen que son muertos vivientes y otros dicen que son gente común haciendo bromas. Sin embargo, al acercarse a uno de ellos, estos se abalanzarán sobre ti, y detenidos por una barrera te dirán desesperadamente en un tono ronco: "ENTREGAME TU ALMA, ENTREGAME TU ALMA". ------------------------------------------------------------ Holaa! Es mi primera obra. No juzguen tan duro jejeje Espero que les guste.
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MAD WOMAN

My sister has always attracted the wrong crowd who didn't hesitate to take advantage of her meek heart. Right from small, Zikora's naïvety always made me fight with every single one of her 'friends'. I have never been comfortable with any of her so-called friendships. Not even the one she was in at the moment with her new roommate. Funny enough was that I actually liked their relationship. It was pure, true, and more of a sisterhood. For the first time in history, Zikora made a true friend. I inwardly approved of the friendship, when the girl in question, didn't think twice in lunging a frying pan at my little sister's ex-boyfriend. And I know as you're reading this, you may ask yourself, what was my issue then? My issue wasn't with the friendship, but the babe herself. Her appearance reminded me of that Disney princess that had the complexion of a vampire. Snow White, very innocent looking creature. But that girl was the definition of a werey in disguise. Chineke ekwela! And I know you've already started judging me as the problematic character already. I am not problematic, she is. You may begin to think that okay I'm probably overreacting. Oga, Aunty, I am not overreacting. On the first day of meeting her, this babe carried her old fashioned okrika shoe that looked like it suffered for nineteen years, and threw it at the glass of my car while I was driving. Aunty, ha si na hel zipụ gị, ma-ọbụ site n'oké ọhịa ọjọọ dị n'obodo m? {did they send you from hell, or from the evil forest in my village?} That one is her business sha. She should just carry her small bum bum and stay on her own, because she's really getting on my nerves. I don't blame her, because she knows she's fine. That's why she's doing all this bullshit. But all that I know is using the word 'mad' in a sentence, I would say; Biboere Mirabel Madagascar is a MAD WOMAN. Come and fight me.

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