histórias de Mis

Mia Weaver and her young daughter Luna fall through a crack in time from our universe into the Doctor's. The fall separates them, and Mia seeks out the newly regenerated Tenth Doctor for help. With the TARDIS, they find Luna on an abandoned planet. But knowing the Doctor's life is dangerous, Mia chooses to leave the TARDIS and build a quiet life in Cardiff. (This is AU than from the series)

With Fauchelevent's help, some of Les Amis manage to escape the barricade, but not unharmed. Now they must deal with both physical and mental trauma all while trying to avoid capture by the police. What will happen to them? Will they survive their injuries and find freedom? Or will it be too late? Contains slash. 100th fanfiction!

Seven of them survived the barricades. And this story tells what happened to them. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Les Mis.

This is about you you can't choose between if you want jack or mark

Aquí podrán encontrar creaciones mías -portadas- no es lo típico "book cover" en el que pides portadas y ya, esto es diferente, pero, si quieres una portada con gusto te la hago.

Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Sydney Walker, Sydney was around the age of fifteen years of age; and lived with her grandmother, and her mother; along with a little brother named Evan. Now Sydney's life wasn't what a normal fifteen year old's life should be, for it was filled with many troubles. Her father leaving her mother when she was only four years of age, and her mother being more focused in on work then on her. She was practically raised by her grandmother, and did not have a good relationship with her brother all that much. Sydney due to her mother being at work most of the time, was sent to a public school along with her brother-- where the two wouldn't make much friends and for the most part kept their heads down On top of all this, Sydney had quite a few problems-- with her eyesight, and her health; she had asthma, dyslexia, and some allergies, which didn't help her at school-- for the kids called her a nerd, cause she had to wear glasses (also having a trouble seeing.) and with her issues in reading as well. Not to mention Sydney wasn't also the best under pressure as well, for she had a bad habit of lying when under pressure, however she felt bad afterwards; but she couldn't seem to stop herself no matter how much she tried. Pretty much Sydney's closest friend was her grandmother, she felt as though her grandmother was the only person who understood her and loved her. But her grandmother had a history of health issues as well, which caused her to be in and out of the hospital quite a lot. While thing's seemed to be going pretty much the same thing for Sydney and her family on a day to day basis, Sydney's life was going to be turned upside down one day when she made a wish upon a star..

Dicen Mis Pensamientos que aprenda a soltar y dejar ir. Que sea yo y no el mundo. Que me agrade a mí y no a todos. Que me amé así, y me sienta orgullosa de ser quien soy. Dicen Mis pensamientos que me conozca, que me ayude y que nunca me aparté de mi lado, que nunca, impulsada por el deseo, me desgarre la vida como muchos han hecho. Que me quedé aquí, en mi mente, pues está es la única que me conoce y entiende. Dicen Mis Pensamientos que aprenda a vivir y que sobre todas las situaciones, a seguir insistiendo.

En mis vacaciones fui a pasear con mi familia ( por parte de mi padre ) a un lugar llamado EL KM 30, en ese lugar hay una finca y alli nos fuimos a quedar. Hicimos muchas actividades en familia como jugar futbol, basquetbol, beisbol, nos resbalmos en una clse de tobagan, etc. En el paseo, conoci a un tio que ni sabia que existia, conoci a unos primos, ademas conoci a un hermano y un sobrino, me siento tan bien cuando conozco mas personas que confroman a la familia. Ademas de pasear y compartir con mis sere queridos, hice muchos amigos y amigas. Hice 3 obras buenas como : Ayude a encontrar a dos tios que andaban perdidosen Venezuela hace mas de 40 años, hbin rumores de que uno de los 2 se habia muerto, pero ¡POR FIN! los encontramos. Otra obra que hice fue ir cada 8 dias a la casa de mi bisabuela de 109 años con mi abuelo, mi madre y mi hermano, ibamos a visitarla y a la vez a cuidarla, haciamos turnos por ejemplo: yo le ddaba de cmer, mi hermano la ayudaba a vestir y mi mama con ayuda de la enfermera la bañaban cosas asi, y la otra obr que siempre hacia era ir cada 8 dias a un pueblo llamado Cauca seco ubicado en la via a Palmira

Estos son mis dibujos...espero que les gusten

Feels like a walking in the rain i find myself try to wash away the PAIN.

Find out the truth about E/R and how it all worked out, all the way from the cafe to the window.

What if Phantom and Les Mis Characters Chatted on the Internet, the title says all... I don't own Les mis, nor do I own Phantom, all rights and credits go to Victor Hugo, and Gaston Leroux.

Hey! It's the group! So in this book we will be comparing Les Mis lovers to normal people! Let's go!

This challenge lasts around a month (30 days) and requires of you to write a short scene everyday SOLELY based on the wonderful LES MISERBALES by Victor Hugo... You are a dedicated Les Mis fan, yes? Even if you are not a writer, but a reader, this is a challenge. The scenes don't have to be long or detailed, just do what you can! Challenge yourself! This is for all you Les Mis fans out there, and I encourage you to join in our CRUSADE!

Esta especie de historia o no sé cómo llamarlo,está inspirada en la historia de @bpparra: "mis pensamientos". En esta historia o diario o lo que sea que sea expresaré mis sentimientos y mis pensamientos.

So this is just an idea I had. Not real plot arc in mind, just a lot of fun stories about the Mizzies in High school. Some relationships and stuff have been changed for the sake of convenience, but I hope you enjoy :)

-Mi linda Prior.- decías mientras me abrazabas.- No sé porqué te quiero tanto.¿Te cuento un secreto? eres mi Tris Prior de carne y hueso. Me lo sabia de memoria, lo decías siempre. Y quiera o no, eso se había convertido en mí sello. Pero Katie, lamento decirte esto... pero no soy como Tris Prior. Yo no soy fuerte, no sigo mis propios ideales, no lucho por lo que quiero y creo... y lo que mas me tiene alejada de ser como ella, es que yo ya me rendí... me rendí por completo. Sabes estuve leyendo en Internet y me he enterado de un mito; y el mito es asi: Si escribes una carta, la llevas al cementerio y la quemas sobre "el descanso eterno" de una persona, esa persona la leerá... ya sabes es un mito. Un mito que intentaré ... y sera contigo Katie. con mucho amor, tu mejor amiga por siempre. Emily