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How To Know If You Have Lice
Chapter 18 - Eternity and the memory
Chapter 18
Eternity and the memory
Uriordin The Healer was not looking, his eyes were on Tladis daughter, so fragile and helpless, the captive mind of the presence of the magician as well as the body was prolonged unconsciousness. Liran
the healer tried to instill confidence, waiting to be able to make her feel his presence, to be really close to release.
Uriordin had increased his power and now more and more gripped the yoke. Liran
hid behind a mask of indifference to their concerns. His hypotheses about the kind of spell cast on Tladis were coming true one after the other.
The allotted time was running out, as permitted by its energies more affordable and reserves that allowed by the magic of that experience and the technique's guaranteed to tear the old.
His release from the evil spell was hampered by the fact that the girl did not know many, many things. And Uriordin would build on this.
"You can not avenge your brother and your father, girl. You can not leave the little Greys, if you lose time to listen to them. "
" It is you who is threatening, you have to believe. "
shots Tladis eyes staring at him, the horror of the curse was working both on his body that on his young mind. Maybe kept him in a small desire to believe, but the words that Uriordin continued to whisper to his ears were poison.
Uriordin had always been ruthlessly clever with words.
"Pathetic attempt old! "The Healer
ignored him and headed up all Tladis. "Come with me, Tladis. You can escape it if you want. "
" This is the point. Maybe he does not want, after you have spilled the blood of his family at the service of your power games. It happens to those who have the misfortune to cross your path. Poor little, if only I could hear what they say you are, how they are deciding your life, all gathered in the room where he lay your body ... pretending to want your own good. "
The girl struggled in vain to escape him, pleading with him look to be helped. The nausea went back to his stomach. She had the smell of the man who clung, had the flavor of slime in the mouth.
"They want to play, baby ..." the voice whispered in his ear, "accontentiamoli."
The blade flashed in the hands of the necromancer, under the single thin ray of dim light, before sinking into the side of his hostage.
The two crossed figure striding down the hall, indifferent to the pools of mud and snow that brought with them. The servants and the students looked at them with disappointment, but merely show them the direction, with brief notes on the head.
wrapped in their dark coats, now for the hard frost, Kirlmah and his companion stopped in front of the last closed door on the right side of the corridor. "It could be too late. "Said the old storyteller. "You have to be prepared, Lord."
The other nodded, catching his breath and with it the whole self of which he was capable. She knew that going in that room would cost a lot, on many fronts, but could not do otherwise. When
Kirlmah turned the handle, the poignant smell of sickness hit their nostrils. Before he could untie the housing from the side of his sword, a knife frosty raised his chin.
"We're happy to see you," croaked the old man.
In response, the eye of Dect Kerielle him and glared at the height of anger;
For its part, The Lord does not seem worried at all. The clash with Jagarax had drained all his energy and even after his time in trying to regain his strength, things were better. The old bard
closed the door, without taking his eyes from the bed where the Healer led a desperate fight for him and incomprehensible. He left behind two Eternals, the assumption that their struggle would continue for a long glances, and she went to the bedside of the girl.
"I do not want to let go?" Asked Laurienne.
The woman shook her head. "My master is ready the spell more extreme, to free her from the curse of Uriordin."
"the sentence decided by the necromancer ... I do not help to get rid of his control?"
Laurienne shook his head. "His powers have gone beyond the physical condition of the body. The scholars are carrying out research on the type of demon that now Urirdin Jagarax and serve."
The old man sat on a stool creaking at the foot of the bed. Calo cap with trembling hands, and bushy eyebrows are arched up straight, dark eyes, shining with vitality and incredibly young. The anger that people like the necromancer Uriordin stirred in him would have revived the look of a dying man. "Let's be honest, girl. My brother has always had big doses of optimism to sustain it. But time passes too for him to win ... and a curse like this ... "Only after a moment of rapt silence, however, Kirlmah seemed to grasp the full meaning of the words of Laurienne. "I was convinced to become part of the spell of Change? It must be even more crazy than I suspected. "
The young healer shook Kerielle look at, then sighed.
"will not be easy, I know" Then the Lord intervened. "If the change will be the only solution, I will support him in that aspect of the spell."
"Kerielle, no!" Dect squeezed shoulder to force her to watch it. The woman made a step forward instead to the storyteller, who studied in depth, brown eyes narrow slit.
The room had become unbearably hot, although the flames were nearly extinguished in the fireplace.
"It's pure madness," said Kirlmah instead. "Kerielle, I know that is not coming from you, but from my brother. We have to think this crazy, instead of supporting him. "
" It does not do with irresponsibility, "the warrior firmly secured. "He knows exactly what to bring. And I know myself. "
" Do not do it, Kerielle. There are things you need to know. "
DECT, the daughter of Aiseen entered the plan Uriordin also because of me ... Especially, now it's time to discuss if we want to help her. Want to help too, or there would have given the horse to bring it to safety. "
" Why do you do, really? It 'a decision that you renew every day. You know how much it will cost, especially in Loei. "
" It will cost more unhappiness Uriordin which wants to condemn, DECT. You know what I mean to be a slave girl of that bastard. He has already lost his entire family. "
" Not all, Kerielle "said the Lord. "And if you wanted to hear ..."
It was then that the body of Tladis jumped on the bed. A spot dark red dilated on the right side, purple blankets. The Healer
emerged from trance chased into his nightmare, and squeezed firmly as the already fragile hand cradled in her. The pupils of Tladis tumbled behind the eyelids, witnessing the worsening of his condition. Now the girl panted, each breath brought her closer to the agony. While
dabbed the cut on the side with a gauze, the Healer found himself surrounded by others in the room.
"Must have a couple of broken ribs," he hastened to assess your student Laurienne, examining the cut.
"In addition to the risk of being bled. Master ... "
"We can not wait any longer," nodded the man of medicine.
Laurienne took on the task of monitoring the emergency medication, while the young warrior his friend knelt on the ground to the other side of the bed, taking the other girl's hand.
"Apparently, the Eternal, now you demonstrate how your firm intension to help."
addition to the voice of his brother, he distinctly heard cursing in the background, the Eternal ignored. Liran
the Healer stared at her, wondering if it was quite prepared to help in this desperate attempt.
"You can not go back, you can not leave in the middle of Change. "
" Change will host its "firm Kerielle nodded, turning his back on all of DECT, not to be forced to see the expression of tense disagreement painted on his face.
Continued ...
Eternity and the memory
Uriordin The Healer was not looking, his eyes were on Tladis daughter, so fragile and helpless, the captive mind of the presence of the magician as well as the body was prolonged unconsciousness. Liran
the healer tried to instill confidence, waiting to be able to make her feel his presence, to be really close to release.
Uriordin had increased his power and now more and more gripped the yoke. Liran
hid behind a mask of indifference to their concerns. His hypotheses about the kind of spell cast on Tladis were coming true one after the other.
The allotted time was running out, as permitted by its energies more affordable and reserves that allowed by the magic of that experience and the technique's guaranteed to tear the old.
His release from the evil spell was hampered by the fact that the girl did not know many, many things. And Uriordin would build on this.
"You can not avenge your brother and your father, girl. You can not leave the little Greys, if you lose time to listen to them. "
" It is you who is threatening, you have to believe. "
shots Tladis eyes staring at him, the horror of the curse was working both on his body that on his young mind. Maybe kept him in a small desire to believe, but the words that Uriordin continued to whisper to his ears were poison.
Uriordin had always been ruthlessly clever with words.
"Pathetic attempt old! "The Healer
ignored him and headed up all Tladis. "Come with me, Tladis. You can escape it if you want. "
" This is the point. Maybe he does not want, after you have spilled the blood of his family at the service of your power games. It happens to those who have the misfortune to cross your path. Poor little, if only I could hear what they say you are, how they are deciding your life, all gathered in the room where he lay your body ... pretending to want your own good. "
The girl struggled in vain to escape him, pleading with him look to be helped. The nausea went back to his stomach. She had the smell of the man who clung, had the flavor of slime in the mouth.
"They want to play, baby ..." the voice whispered in his ear, "accontentiamoli."
The blade flashed in the hands of the necromancer, under the single thin ray of dim light, before sinking into the side of his hostage.
The two crossed figure striding down the hall, indifferent to the pools of mud and snow that brought with them. The servants and the students looked at them with disappointment, but merely show them the direction, with brief notes on the head.
wrapped in their dark coats, now for the hard frost, Kirlmah and his companion stopped in front of the last closed door on the right side of the corridor. "It could be too late. "Said the old storyteller. "You have to be prepared, Lord."
The other nodded, catching his breath and with it the whole self of which he was capable. She knew that going in that room would cost a lot, on many fronts, but could not do otherwise. When
Kirlmah turned the handle, the poignant smell of sickness hit their nostrils. Before he could untie the housing from the side of his sword, a knife frosty raised his chin.
"We're happy to see you," croaked the old man.
In response, the eye of Dect Kerielle him and glared at the height of anger;
For its part, The Lord does not seem worried at all. The clash with Jagarax had drained all his energy and even after his time in trying to regain his strength, things were better. The old bard
closed the door, without taking his eyes from the bed where the Healer led a desperate fight for him and incomprehensible. He left behind two Eternals, the assumption that their struggle would continue for a long glances, and she went to the bedside of the girl.
"I do not want to let go?" Asked Laurienne.
The woman shook her head. "My master is ready the spell more extreme, to free her from the curse of Uriordin."
"the sentence decided by the necromancer ... I do not help to get rid of his control?"
Laurienne shook his head. "His powers have gone beyond the physical condition of the body. The scholars are carrying out research on the type of demon that now Urirdin Jagarax and serve."
The old man sat on a stool creaking at the foot of the bed. Calo cap with trembling hands, and bushy eyebrows are arched up straight, dark eyes, shining with vitality and incredibly young. The anger that people like the necromancer Uriordin stirred in him would have revived the look of a dying man. "Let's be honest, girl. My brother has always had big doses of optimism to sustain it. But time passes too for him to win ... and a curse like this ... "Only after a moment of rapt silence, however, Kirlmah seemed to grasp the full meaning of the words of Laurienne. "I was convinced to become part of the spell of Change? It must be even more crazy than I suspected. "
The young healer shook Kerielle look at, then sighed.
"will not be easy, I know" Then the Lord intervened. "If the change will be the only solution, I will support him in that aspect of the spell."
"Kerielle, no!" Dect squeezed shoulder to force her to watch it. The woman made a step forward instead to the storyteller, who studied in depth, brown eyes narrow slit.
The room had become unbearably hot, although the flames were nearly extinguished in the fireplace.
"It's pure madness," said Kirlmah instead. "Kerielle, I know that is not coming from you, but from my brother. We have to think this crazy, instead of supporting him. "
" It does not do with irresponsibility, "the warrior firmly secured. "He knows exactly what to bring. And I know myself. "
" Do not do it, Kerielle. There are things you need to know. "
DECT, the daughter of Aiseen entered the plan Uriordin also because of me ... Especially, now it's time to discuss if we want to help her. Want to help too, or there would have given the horse to bring it to safety. "
" Why do you do, really? It 'a decision that you renew every day. You know how much it will cost, especially in Loei. "
" It will cost more unhappiness Uriordin which wants to condemn, DECT. You know what I mean to be a slave girl of that bastard. He has already lost his entire family. "
" Not all, Kerielle "said the Lord. "And if you wanted to hear ..."
It was then that the body of Tladis jumped on the bed. A spot dark red dilated on the right side, purple blankets. The Healer
emerged from trance chased into his nightmare, and squeezed firmly as the already fragile hand cradled in her. The pupils of Tladis tumbled behind the eyelids, witnessing the worsening of his condition. Now the girl panted, each breath brought her closer to the agony. While
dabbed the cut on the side with a gauze, the Healer found himself surrounded by others in the room.
"Must have a couple of broken ribs," he hastened to assess your student Laurienne, examining the cut.
"In addition to the risk of being bled. Master ... "
"We can not wait any longer," nodded the man of medicine.
Laurienne took on the task of monitoring the emergency medication, while the young warrior his friend knelt on the ground to the other side of the bed, taking the other girl's hand.
"Apparently, the Eternal, now you demonstrate how your firm intension to help."
addition to the voice of his brother, he distinctly heard cursing in the background, the Eternal ignored. Liran
the Healer stared at her, wondering if it was quite prepared to help in this desperate attempt.
"You can not go back, you can not leave in the middle of Change. "
" Change will host its "firm Kerielle nodded, turning his back on all of DECT, not to be forced to see the expression of tense disagreement painted on his face.
Continued ...
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Exotic Pets For Sale In Canada
delicious_meta @ 2010-05-13T20: 42:00
© this time the merits should not be to me but to F. Alisei who wrote it,
I have just given to you because I loved it (:
I have just given to you because I loved it (:
The room-second part
l - so what?
m - then what?
l - ...
m - ...
l - there is something wrong?
m - why?
l - I do not know, you're strange
m - funny how?
l - boh, look ... seconded
m - do not worry, it's not your fault
m - you know you're the only person who makes me feel good
l - thanks
m - ...
l - well you make me feel good
m - really?
l - is
m - well
m - how was your day?
l - a disgusting, thank you. and yours?
m - ditto
m - I could not wait to see you
l - I
m - I thought a lot these days, you know?
l - ah? and what did you think?
m - well, a lot of things ...
l - type?
m - to your skin, your lips, your thighs ...
came back to stare into her eyes.
m - I'd love to be with you always, in every moment of your existence
l - that sweet
m - just sweet?
l - sweet
m - already ... 're risking diabetes, you know?
l - noo, I just what we're missing
L. smiled, baring his white teeth straightened a lock of hair behind her ear, as always when something amused her. That gesture made him mad, and she knew it.
l - you get my e-mail today?
m - yes, but I read travel
Memphis. He had read, reread and printed, to reread the center other times on the bus that carried him home.
l - why?
m - I was in the office and I was afraid someone would see me
l - ah. Well ... what do you think?
m - I think we're the most amazing woman I've ever known e. ..
l - e. ..
m - and I do not want to spend another day without you all to myself
L. stiffened.
the - you can not, you know
m - I know, I I do not need me to remember
l - it hurts me too, do not believe
m - as ever to me, believe me
the - you are wrong!
m - ...
l - I think you're fooling?
m - no, this is not
l - and what then?
m - is that I do not understand what are you doing with him again
l - ...
m - ...
l - is not so easy, we've already talked
m - yes, but ...
l - but ...
M. inspired thoroughly. Then he threw the air out of the lungs trying to hang in the breath all the rancor and frustration he felt. could not stand her she was not totally worn out and thought it little by little like a leaky faucet.
l - so what?
m - no, forget it, not the evening roviniamoci
l - I agree
m - ...
l - you feel me?
m - to die
l - I want you ... can not imagine what
m - you know ... I was excited the first idea that was coming
l - really?
m - already
l - and now how are you?
m - judge her, Madame
M. pulled back a bit 'left leg and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. It was sexy as a dugong, but she was not interested. As might be awkward and grotesque L. He could look beyond all appearances. She was a woman in love, could not do otherwise.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Lots Of Mucus No Period
The room
© this time the merits should not be to me but to F. Alisei who wrote it,
I have just given to you because I loved it (:
I have just given to you because I loved it (:
The room-the first part
M. entered. The room was empty, white and bare as he remembered. Met there for weeks now, always in the same place, guided by a common desire to steal a bit 'of time with the life they had so far. M. looked at his picture framed in the window. Myopic, sweaty, plump, slightly bald on the sides of the forehead, beard of three days he was doing so Mickey Rourke. He adjusted his hair looked and felt a "vogue", the kind of underwear catalog. was the last stop of his three decades and all that he knew autumn, if not defeat, at least a partial withdrawal. M. was not a handsome man, but even if she had noticed when they met, almost three months earlier. Able to look inside her, and to tap into that stream submerged tenderness M. kept it a secret. No woman before had made him feel so good, so important, so human, so unique. M. sat, sat and waited for convenience, he could not do otherwise.
L. entered on tiptoe, shy and silent as usual. He was already there, the heart beating like a hardcore case. L. was beautiful, unhappy, married and single. M. paused to look at. The hair fell softly on the shoulders of the blacks, breasts swelled to the rhythm of breathing accelerated by emotion, his lips were soft and fleshy contracted in the surprise and thrill of the forbidden . They were lovers, could not be otherwise.
L. smiled, M. stared at her long eyes. For some seconds they remained thus, motionless, without saying anything. wanted to enjoy all of the brackets of silence that every time his face and was set afire trembling hands, stomach and heart shrivels pushed to the limit of implosion. On the other hand loved it, could not be otherwise. They hesitated a moment longer, then the game began.
m - hello
l - hello
m - I was waiting
l - I know. excuse
m - does nothing
l - I had to wait for him to come out tonight I do not let go more
m - I understand
L. took off the ring and laid it on the table before him. An instinctive gesture, a cliché, he did every time they met. When he had spoken she said made her feel less guilty , freer , in a sense. He continued to look pretty funny, but said nothing. There was in her room, it did not matter much.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Green Metel Core Weels
Lose & Living
by Me
My stories are the result of my FANTASY , do not refer to real events.
Any marine biotoxins to things, people or anything else is purely RAND .
by Me My stories are the result of my FANTASY , do not refer to real events.
Any marine biotoxins to things, people or anything else is purely RAND .
In this life or lose or lose, you can never win.
The only variation that exists is how to lose.
Some people lost in a big way, losers believe they have won and who lost miserably.
I'm finishing the third category, I'm losing miserably.
The thing I do not feel much of a good but ... what can you do??
No, we can not help but be silent and suffer.
honestly do not think I ever really lived.
In this life we can not survive that, because to live is the privilege of a few ...
Or perhaps those who really live there, maybe you pretend to live in or are ... autoillude
Who knows ...
This story ... well so if we want call ... Maybe I should say ...
Hmmm ... Chronicles of travel? ... Nope ... Reports of life? ... Uff ...
call it what you hear!
Here I am losing a lot on my mind, damn me, you can never lose
the thread five hundred times a day??
Well I assure you that happens to me ... ... Ufffffffffffffffff
short enough distractions!
Now I promise not to distract me and I will seriously-
I should give a title to my story-or as you call it-you ...
But that title ?..." The mythical adventures "!... Yuck! No ... no ...
"depressing and out of fashion! & Rdquo ; ... Mamma mia ... that horrible name
I just realized that my imagination does not exist.
Apparently, when God has distributed was absent, perhaps I was in the bathroom ...
I have the fantasy of a hamster with cataracts! Me poor wretch!
ridistratta Here I am, this is too much!
say that my story is special. I've never been the type to believe in fairy tales
or something.
I am a rational person, firm, pessimistic at the highest levels, self-confident ...
Well not quite so sure, say that I could do better.
are the classic person that no one notices and I think that the situation will not change.
Nobody ever notice me ... And ok, I can not help anything.
Such is life, society inexorably ranking: winners and losers.
I moved a couple of days before I lived in Italy and now in Garden City,
a small town in Canada.
Canada, but you realize??
Unfortunately I was forced, in fact my father is a researcher and to continue
his research dragged me to America.
My mother ... well she is gone when I was 5 years old, apparently has put
with a much younger than her.
Poor so afraid of getting old that is forced to play around with one that has 10
years younger than her ... pathetic!
now I'm 16 and I do not care about her, absolutely, for me it could also
finally disappear from the face of the Earth!
beginning I suffered a lot for his departure, but then I realized that for a woman
as she is not worth it.
Even in Italy I was invisible to everyone but at least no one pointed out to me.
In America everything is different, we label the first day of school and that label
will be eternally yours, even more effective than a spell or a curse can be , say.
I obviously do not believe in curses or anything like that, I read a little something just because
not know what to do, that's all.
And to think that there are people who believe in things like the evil eye, and then pull himself
flower of money to be able to take off.
I think those who believe in the evil eye, it's just an insecure, so afraid that
who prefers to deal with life refuge and take heart, thinking outside forces
causing its problems.
???... Well I'm not pathetic!
I know I know, from a speech to speech, but I can not help it.
have done so, I know I'm hurt, I would love to be able to change ... But you can not ...
You can not escape from ourselves ... Why we would always be achieved ...
Sooner or later ...
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