Thursday, February 26, 2009

Allnighter Wood Stove Parts

Till death do us part

Title: Till death do us part
Series: Original

Gender: Drabble, "drama?," sadistic?
Summary: A happy future awaits the day of their nuptials
Notes: written in a "heater"

was silence. The church was a place where happiness reigned. Smiling faces here, laughing there, nice quiet nerves to the right ...

That day had arrived. It was true that had long lived together, maintained relations were a couple and recognized by all His life was happy as it was. The fact of wearing white was not going to change anything at all.

This celebration was a mere formality to bring happiness to mothers of both parties, which were plated as the former, while accepting the changes and new developments in society, see their children go through the vicarage ; to was something they really wanted.

The groom, with a sleek, black suit and shoes that shone with both natural and artificial light, his face remained calm in front of everyone. Observed by most other participants " watched a few floral bouquets that decorate the cathedral and its banks here and there, kept a calm smile that left little sense that despite being a celebration that he was indifferent initially, had been influenced by the happy atmosphere that is spread everywhere, making that came to him.

At that time, was when the doors leading to the cathedral were opened suddenly, letting a girlfriend who looked exhilarating, like all brides and for having a beautiful smile that made all with its beauty, and in conjunction with a long simple and pure white suit, was the delight to behold.

At the time the bride arrived where her fiance and there was eye contact between them, only that it made the shoot between them.

The ceremony took place in silence, between silent glances and flirtations of the spouses, eager to hear the celebrated final kiss.

Everything was coming to an end, silent public comments, stretching hidden among some attendees to hide her fatigue, mothers and relieved to be able to stop focusing all their attention on unruly children that kept quiet ... And when the priest was already by the end of Mass, and congratulated them all was tinged with desperation.

-Till death do us part "was heard a gloomy voice.

Slowly the bride was collapsing, while her beautiful white dress, that showed a pregnant belly a few months, quickly stained a bloody red as crimson permeated everything. The groom, in a desperate act pinned her partner, which provoked one of the many candles that decorated the stage fell on part of a decorative fabric without notice caught fire and ignited other fabrics without hesitation, followed the same example, reaching the main characters of the event.

squeals of surprise and despair covered the room. Busy and awkward steps out off campus while they watched from scratch, some of the rooms where they celebrated the marriage collapsed product of a strange explosion, trapping some many people attending the bodorrio the rubble and unable to progress that mortuary site.

Everything became a desolate place where they climbed on each other no matter what happens to save their lives. No matter the neighbor, no matter the blood, sweat or tears shed. Nothing.

Just the smell of incense, happiness, expensive perfumes and vanity, gave way to the smell of rot, dust, blood and burned flesh.

-Till death do us part "came from the same loud voice that was lost up the street, where the noise and bustle of the desperation fruits were lost to make way for a peaceful deathly silence.


Sunday, February 22, 2009

Where Does Atlas Come From

Farewell

Title: Farewell

Series: Reborn
Couple / Character: Gokudera
Gender: Drabble, " drama?
Disclaimer: Amano Akira
Summary: A black future in the Vongola family
Notes: that feeeooooo! ... I do not like either when referring to TYL ...

Farewell

could not believe it. That left him stunned.

was simply impossible for the Tenth could disappear. Not enter his head that in ten years, the existence of his admired and respected Juudaime came to an end. That was something that simply could not happen, it should not happen.

was inexcusable that such a thing happens to a person as kind, peaceful and wonderful as he was.

Inside

felt an indescribable mix of emotions and uncontrollable. A cluster to explode which caused over the feelings of sadness, longing and futility, it gains a voice crying vengeance at any cost.

was unforgivable.

perdonaríaa not those responsible for the disappearance of the Tenth Vongola boss.

not forgive the baseball idiot ten years later for failing to protect when he most admired.

perdonaríaa No other guardians for not doing his duty.

But who really could not forgive and hated from the depths of his being was his future self. That useless, despicable and cowardly future I had not known protected their most precious person, now would be moaning not having given their lives to protect their boss.

All this was something he regretted from the depths of his being, but the future was not written, was somewhat variable and changing. And as he was called Hayato Gokudera, not stop to get stronger in order to prevent the Tenth nothing will happen. It was the least I could do as his right hand as your friend. It was the least I could do for himself.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Lab Five Cell Respiration Worksheets

Senses: taste

Title: Gusto
Series: Senses
Couple / Character: Naruto
Type: "table?
Gender: Drabble, "sadistic?
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto
Abstract: The sense of taste
Notes: Nothing to say: 3

Gusto

fríoy felt the burning in your skin.

opponent's nails digging into his toast epidermis. The skin of the back rising and shedding his body to be trapped in the clutches of the opposite.

scratches, bites, bruises, open wounds.

loved knowing that it was all real. Knowing that physical pain was real. Know that while your senses, your mind and heart had gone too far, he had left to go with him, his body was still in the same place, despite knowing that much he wanted and tried, those wounds will not take a long time to heal.

No matter where, no matter how. I just knew that whether or not it feel anything, that metallic taste that Agranat viscous liquid that flowed from his wounds, was real.

always knew. Both at the time of the sad farewell in tears, rain and blood, several years ago, and now he opened his mouth to lick the back of her hand after she picked up in Large amount of blood given off his nose, while he realized that the lower lip also felt the heat and metal and salt to taste his own blood.

I needed, and that was something essential for him because he was the only thing that temporarily cleared his head and he could see something real. What was clear, and that gesture was something that only confirmed his suspicions.

was alive and still be alive, but for how long? ... only until the one who came to claim expected the burgundy liquid right now that furrowed your skin.