Thanks, Isagel. Glad it made you laugh:)
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Thanks, Isagel. Glad it made you laugh:)
Maria could hear the footsteps behind her as she walked home in the dark street. Her heart was racing and she started to panic . As she increased her walking pace, she could hear the footsteps coming closer. She tried to run when a familiar voice cried out "Bellisimo Maria" She recognised the voice. It was her brother Felipe. :wave:
Raul agonized over his problem. Was it a problem? He thought to himself. Yes of course it is, don't be an idiot. He paced around the apartment, he began to get sick to sick to his stomach. She is an angel. "Only fools rush in."
I looked down at my new shoes, shined for the first day of my new career. My father's words of hard work rung true. I was to be all that I could be as a proffesional. I looked through the window and said, "Would you like fries with that?"
He didn't come. I was waiting all day, well until I went to work. he told me that he would be there. When he's working, he dosen't know that I'm watching him. so beautiful and strong. But today, he never showed up. I wonder if I'll ever see him again.
A man took to the appeals of archery and soon decided to become an archer.
His first words as an archer were "Oh dear"
Why did he say this?
He had missed the target and shot his foot instead.
Completely on impulse. Please, tear it apart.
Bill sat up, exhaaaaaausted. He could hardly breathe he was so tired. His vision was blurry. He thought about the way he had looked at her, and how he had said all the wrong things. Then he started to become depressed about it, and went back to bed. It was still night.
As the flaxen swan tore the princess from the grasp of the handsome prince, a gasp escaped his mouth.
"No!" he yelled, and leaped after her, only to fall into the fiery crater of the volcano...
Yet the swan kept flying, carrying the sobbing princess to who-knows-where...
That little patch of ground in front of the trailer was for her flowers, godd**m it! And for those herbs people used to make teas. Still, he parked that truck there and threw up the hood like it was a flag, surrendering them to squalor. She had it towed away.
Later he turned up in Arles, making a blurry, colour saturated film. He had a tastefully bruised look, as if he'd caught flack from a fistfight between Van Gogh and Gaugin. Perhaps he had. In the evenings, drunk, he seemed to go somewhere vaguer, more blotchy, a little nuts.
she could not get enough: she moved to france to glory in the freshest wheels she could find. she bathed in cheese, talked in cheese, slept in cheese, made love in cheese. years later, her world-class offspring were sold at black-market prices during holidays.
I do not regret anything of what I have done in my entire life. Only you my little child, have the power to choose the way in which you want to live your life. You must to be sure of that is the right choice, because once that you have done it nobody is going to live it for you. These were his last words before dying.
It was odd to see him in real reality, not just reality TV. When I came back from getting lunch he was there again and I decided to speak to him. I'm sorry you were evicted, I said, I loved your remarks on philosophy.
I knew I should have gone. I found out later that if I had have met him, I would most probably be dead. I knew there was going to be some benefit of meeting this man in which I had recieved his number from a phonebox. I should have gone.
Two steps ramained but he could not walk. He'd been shot and walked a long distance just to inform her of the danger. No more, he knew it was the end. His hand on his stomach and his eyes looking at the sky, he stayed there. Then evrything faded.