Una vez, cuando era niña... creo que era mi décimo cumpleaños, entre los regalos de mis abuelos y padres, había una bolsa.Tenía dibujada en ella la constelación de Sagitario, fue el primer regalo que abrí. Dentro, tenía dos libros, uno de ellos era un ejemplar de Matilda de Roald Dahl y el otro era un libro sobre las estrellas, planetas, todo eso. También venía una tarjeta, amarilla con un lirio que decía: «Pequeño Rayo de Sol, feliz cumpleaños. Pronto nos veremos» Firmada: R.K.
14 November 04, 2020, 09:40 7Un plato de avena y agua. Ese era el desayuno, eran las 4AM y aún me sentía cansado de las horas de estudio que tenía. Anoche solo dormí cuatro horas. ㅡHoy estoy muy cansado ㅡdije apenas tocando la comidaㅡ, ¿no podemos descansar hoy? Aaron me miró como si acabara de decir algo inverosímil, como que Marte está más alejado del sol o algo así. Todos los días me entrenaba duramente para “ser el mejor jugador de mi edad". La ausencia de mamá lo hace más severo. Me siento un esclavo. Y no puedo parar.
14 November 05, 2020, 08:33 8Negué con la cabeza. Todo era tan extraño, no entendía cómo todo esto tendría que ver con Luke, ¿quién era Hermes?, ¿qué quería? ㅡEntonces si tú eres Atenea, y yo Prometeo… ¿qué tenemos que hacer? ㅡHacer que el Héroe cumpla con sus misiones. [Extraído de mi obra This and Every Nights]
9 November 25, 2020, 07:25 0Sin embargo, a pesar de ello, luchaba por mantenerme a flote, por regresar. Mi mente y mi corazón luchaban de manera persistente y yo no sabía a cual escuchar. «Sálvame...» Lo último que vi antes de desmayarme fueron dos ojos azules brillantes. Sentí como si volviera a nacer...
6 October 31, 2020, 11:35 1El plan era no encontrarnos, pero cada simple acción nos encontraba. Dos puntos opuestos en el mundo encuentran unión en una ciudad tan opuesta como nosotros. Es imposible romper el magnetismo que nos atrae, como dos imanes, como la Tierra a la Luna. Quiero jugar con el destino y decir que te quiero cerca... aunque no sé si miento.
10 November 10, 2020, 07:48 5Es curioso como la vida sigue después de que se fue. Así pasó con mamá y Lucy, solo que ahora no sé si seré capaz de avanzar; me siento solo y perdido, más zombificado que antes. Tendré que adaptarme a esta extraña normalidad. Lo siguiente que sucedió me sacó de mi ensimismamiento. Cedric me rodeó torpemente con su brazo en un abrazo, se sintió reconfortante, hizo lo mismo que mamá y posó una mano sobre mi cabeza. Me sentí… seguro. (Extraído de This and Every Nights, de mi autoría)
8 November 16, 2020, 09:30 3The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.
9 July 17, 2023, 16:28 0When I met him, he became my safe space. In his arms my heart doesn’t skip a beat it actually starts to slow down. When he touches me, I instantly feel safe and that he will keep me protected at all times. His arms is where I never want to leave. When I’m around him I feel like I’m floating like waves crashing against the pebbles and walls in the ocean. In his arms is where I feel the safest. I hate when he leaves because In his arms is where I want to live forever and never be without.His Arms.
9 June 23, 2023, 01:49 0There's just too much to expect. The derailment that tears and rips me apart cannot be accounted for I try to give my best without rest. But it's like a snake passing on a rock without its path being seen. Like a man toiling as he passes through the snowstorm. His steps and all of his efforts were covered hurriedly by the snow. In the daylight, none of his work is to be shown. Though he has toiled and suffered all night. No one knows Yet he gives a smile and keeps up the good work.Neverlacking
9 January 03, 2023, 01:25 0Sabía que tarde o temprano vendrían; era cuestión de tiempo y el mío se estaba acabando. Solo un empujoncito más y estaremos a salvo. 2 de la madrugadora. El sonido de coches me despierta, ya están aquí. Intenté despertar a la familia, pero solo Frank y Mery lo hicieron. Tenemos que refugiarnos en la buhardilla. Subimos veloces y enseguida escuchamos un golpe en la puerta, disparos, y soldados gritando mi nombre. Mis padres murieron en el acto y mi hermano pequeño horas después.
1 December 18, 2019, 12:01 0¿Cómo algo tan bello puede ser tan malo? Pensé que estaba de mi lado, pero solo me usaba para hundirnos. ¿Cómo pude ser tan ciego? No puedo confíar en ella, ya no... pero si puedo hacer que caiga. Ella deberá pagar por lo que sabe. .- - . -. . .- / .-.. --- / ... .- -... . / - --- -.. --- .-.-.
9 November 03, 2020, 14:15 1Comenzamos a discutir. Ella gritaba y yo también, fue cuando me acerqué a ella, le tomé de la cintura y la besé. No pensé que hacía, pero ahí estaba besándola y ella me devolvía el beso. La chaqueta que Athenas llevaba cayó al suelo, cuando ella alzó los brazos para rodearme con ellos. ㅡDeja de enojarte ㅡle dije. ㅡ¿Por? ㅡCada vez que lo haces me dan ganas de tocarte. ㅡMe estas tocando ahora... ㅡNo de esa forma.
11 November 11, 2020, 14:54 3Hard drilling machinery, similar to huge mosquitoes sucking up blood from its prey, it's precious gold' For David, the usual bloody sunrise was not a surprising event for him. He got ready for another day at his favourite scheduled day. Under the scorching sun, humidity made it hard to pump up this liquid gold during summer, so activities moved to the later part of fall, before the big freeze, where the cold temperatures freeze the many layers turning drilling of the ground harder to perform.
6 January 29, 2024, 20:08 0Hard drilling machinery, similar to huge mosquitoes sucking up blood from its prey, it's precious gold' For David, the usual bloody sunrise was not a surprising event for him. He got ready for another day at his favourite scheduled day. Under the scorching sun, humidity made it hard to pump up this liquid gold during summer, so activities moved to the later part of fall, before the big freeze, where the cold temperatures freeze the many layers turning drilling of the ground harder to perform.
6 January 29, 2024, 20:08 0Hard drilling machinery, similar to huge mosquitoes sucking up blood from its prey, it's precious gold' For David, the usual bloody sunrise was not a surprising event for him. He got ready for another day at his favourite scheduled day. Under the scorching sun, humidity made it hard to pump up this liquid gold during summer, so activities moved to the later part of fall, before the big freeze, where the cold temperatures freeze the many layers turning drilling of the ground harder to perform.
6 January 29, 2024, 20:08 0Hard drilling machinery, similar to huge mosquitoes sucking up blood from its prey, it's precious gold' For David, the usual bloody sunrise was not a surprising event for him. He got ready for another day at his favourite scheduled day. Under the scorching sun, humidity made it hard to pump up this liquid gold during summer, so activities moved to the later part of fall, before the big freeze, where the cold temperatures freeze the many layers turning drilling of the ground harder to perform.
6 January 29, 2024, 20:08 0When the Rapture came, no one knew, because no one was taken.
0 January 03, 2019, 14:43 0ㅡ¡No quiero que lo sepan! ㅡExclamé, llorando de rabia. Ella me miraba, intentando calmarme. ㅡNo lo sabrán, es nuestro secreto, ¿de acuerdo? La abracé, lo que menos quería era que me apartaran de ella, y ese alivio que sentí cuando la encontré. ㅡ¿Qué pasará si lo descubren? ㅡVendrás conmigo. ㅡHay que dejar esto… quiero irme contigo, lejos y no volver. ㅡLo sé, rayo de sol ㅡme dijo acariciando mi cabelloㅡ, y lo haremos, ¿de acuerdo? Escuché risas en el pasillo, por lo que la solté y me fui de ahí.
6 October 30, 2020, 18:34 1La playa, el oleaje, la brisa… sentía el agua mojar mis pies y escuchaba una risa de niña a mi alrededor. ㅡ¡Hwasong-ah! Pero entonces ella corría mar adentro y reía y me llamaba, pero yo no quería que se alejara. ㅡ¡Eunha!, ¡vuelve! Desperté sintiendo algo frío debajo de mis pies. Respiraba entrecortadamente, miré a mi alrededor. Estaba en el canal de Camden Town con mis pies dentro del agua. Otra vez aquí, pensé. (Fragmento extraído de mi obra, This and Every Nights)
7 November 19, 2020, 08:20 2Sé que me lo dijiste, lo siento. Pero mamá siempre hablo de como el amor nos ciega. Eso le pasó contigo papá, sin embargo, desearía que hubiese funcionado como lo suyo. Ahora debo huir y esconderme, no porque sea cobarde, sino porque necesito idear un plan. Mientras, por favor ayúdanos con la primera fase del plan: acógela, cuídala pero no le cuentes la verdad.No te diré a dónde me fui, sólo te diré que estoy en casa y estoy bien. Papá, cuídate mucho y come bien. Te quiero. R.K.
8 November 06, 2020, 08:44 1ㅡMmmm… profesora… Ella levantó su mirada del escritorio. Sus ojos marrones brillaron al mismo tiempo que sonreía. ㅡQuería hablarle de algo… eh… ㅡ Griff, todo está bien. Después de lo que hicimos estoy segura de que aprobarás. Tragué saliva, me ponía muy tenso y me sentía culpable por lo que hice. ㅡNo estoy bien… ㅡ solté junto con el aire que tenía sostenido. Entonces, el teléfono de ella sonó. ㅡLo siento, Griff, dame un momento… Ella contestó, habló unos segundos y yo me desmayé.
8 October 30, 2020, 18:34 1Cuando cumplí dieciséis, llegué a pensar que era asexual; realmente ninguno me atraía, a las chicas de mi escuela les gustaba, y a alguno que otro muchacho también; pero ¿Yo? No, eso no era para mí. Fue entonces cuando un chico llegó a mi vida. Al principio me preocupé por él como cualquier otro amigo haría, pero... Eso cambió, mis pensamientos estaban en él todo el tiempo y no había algo que no quisiera hacer por él. Le quedaba perfecta la zapatilla de cristal.
8 November 01, 2020, 08:37 3(N/A: Extraído de mi obra This and Every Nights, al igual que los anteriores) Aaron no cambió sus entrenamientos, y conforme el tiempo pasaba se ponía más y más estricto, Luke le peleaba para que me dejara en paz, pero él no quería escuchar. Fue en este punto donde mis pesadillas comenzaron a amenazar las pocas horas de sueño que podía permitirme. Me sentía estancado, perdido… nada se siente bien. Me sentía como un zombi.
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