"El fiambre engullía colérico lo que parecía ser parte de un cerebro. Tal era su desespero, que las cuencas de sus ojos estaban desorbitadas... . . . Era su propia sesera".

Otra vez volví a tenerte parte de mi... Otra vez sentí que estabas cerca, que eras tú pero... Otra vez, si otra vez... Otra vez siento que me corresponderas, que el universo nos tiene a favor, pero simplemente.... otra vez es mentira...otra vez solo eres parte de mí. Me cansé de repetir cuanto te amaba que simplemente decidas irte..para que yo aquí.. Otra vez me arrepienta de nunca haberte dicho ...mi vida..

—Tú no me mirabas, es decir, nadie me miraba, yo tuve que hacer que me miraras, que supieras que respiraba tú mismo aire—el tono con el que lo dice es muy melancólico y a la vez burlon. —¿Según tú, cómo comenzó este—nos señaló con mi dedo índice—nosotros? —Prepárate para escuchar mi historia de unicornios, cupido y un serio, enojon, chico sexy.

Los latidos de su corazón me enloquecían, no podía controlarme, lo peor era que estábamos en habitaciones separadas, pero aun así... Ese condenado sonido… Podía escucharlo en todo momento. Ahora también imaginaba la sangre que circulaba por todo su cuerpo, su dulce sangre… Sin poder resistirlo más me levanté de la cama y con agilidad caminé hasta su cuarto. Allí pude verla, inmersa en un profundo sueño, ignorando el peligro en el que yo me había convertido, ajena a lo que pensaba hacer.

Can I see you without a mask? May I ask again, can I meet your true self? Don’t get me wrong. I just want to know you more, but I don’t have the combination of your door. Before I try to restore your heart or even think to explore what happened in your past, can you hug me and tell me everything is gonna be alright? Because I am dying outside, and I don't think I can survive the darkness of another one.

El faro se encendía cada noche, alumbrando hacía el alta mar. Esperando ansioso a su marinero guiar. Un día el marinero llegó, pero esa noche el faro no encendió. El marinero espero, espero y espero, pero ninguna luz lo iluminó. Ante su pérdida de paciencia se marchó para nunca más volver. Pero el faro no lo sabía. A la noche siguiente el faro encendió y a su marinero con ansias espero...

"Why is it that when I lie, she always see through me? Even before I could speak she knows exactly what I'm hiding." Unlike other people they can't read Vince well as she could, before he could even utter a word she already knows what is to come.

As I kiss your face And the scars on them I find you Are a beautiful soul You kiss me and nibble my  Two earlobes On my left side  You see me as unique And special 

"No hay oscuridad más densa que en la luz" bajo el extraño mensaje el viajero encontró un cristal de información antiguo, un artefacto previo a su viaje eterno que, como era de esperarse no resistió en leer, tomó el cristal con delicadeza, se acostó al lado del fuego morado y al meter el cristal en su brazalete un mar de conocimiento aparecío frente a sus ojos, aunque mareado y estresado por tanta información, el viajero, intrigado por lo que vería comenzó a leer. "Hace más tiempo del que na..."

Help me to know how to say that I have not got this on my own...because I can not go on pretending anymore..

Where are you? I feel cold. I want to feel your lips, can you teach me or give me some tips? “Skip, skip, skip.” I heard you say, what is wrong? Our favorite song is gone and you are no longer my love? Touch my soul; it belongs to you. Please, do not make me lose control. What happened to us?

It weighs more three hours of rage, than a bag of cement.

Would the mirror change If I break it and fake it And with the fragments —full of excitement— I engrave all I've never been And change the mirror's being.

Where is the night, I wonder Haven't seen it, since I wander, The way she used to be Flew away like another bee; Had to learn the hopeless way That nothing good will ever stay. Something happened here My name I can't hear My mirror nothing but bare Was eaten by a bear Does anybody care? Don't seem aware Of the colour's switch Was it just a glitch?

There is a fine line between chasing your dreams and getting swallowed by your delusions. Very few people in the world today understand this subtlety.

Something tells me that I'm going to plummet because I will end up falling in love with you ... something tells me that I will find a home in your heart and that the warmth of your love will comfort me until I feel like a real person ... something tells me that I'm going to love you and I will trust you, your words and the way you hug me ... something tells me that you will be for me and I will undoubtedly fall in love with you ♡

Kiss me now, slowly, slowly ... kiss me deep, slow ... kiss me before I wake up and realize that this is but a dream ... kiss me now, and every time I come back to you ... kiss me before I go to the real world, kiss me before my consciousness comes alive and spits on my face how lonely I am ... kiss me now and always, whenever I close my eyes and find you in me ♡

Y aunque te fuiste pronto , quererte me encanto

Chapter One [ Bella 's P.O.V. ] 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 was his last words to me. Stupid and human i was , i told him to i was going but he shook his head and left me. Now here i am laying in the woods wishing dead and not on earth. Bella? I jump startled to feel hands on my shoulders. Cold hands i corrected myself. Looking over at the figure my eyes widen I jump and wrap my arms around alice. What was she doing here ? I thought. She stiffly pulled away.

I went to the lake for a swim around midnight to relief some anxiety. Although I faced a very hard day, I felt weirdly liberated that evening. The moon was brighter than ever and the water looked like mirror. That night I fell asleep on the dock and I had the most tranquil sleep. I woke up alarmed in the morning and rushed towards my home. I saw a crowd outside. Making my way through, all I could see was my mother weeping beside my lying body on my bed!

Every year of Carissa's James life has always been different, the year her father fell sick, the year he died, the year her mother remarried, the year her mother hit her for the first time and the year her mother disown her driving her to believe nothing is constant in her life. Caleb Easton is the only child of his parents, he's from a rich background, he used to be spoilt, he used to be arrogant, he used to be a bad boy until he changed and decides he needs a change of environment.

Quedate con quien se preocupe por si como te fue hoy ,por si como estas' ya comiste y sobre todo que te demuestre que te ama.🤞❤

The police slammed through the door and were met by a horrible stench that was coming from inside. They could hear the sound of an upbeat voice coming from the television. As they moved toward the couch that was in front of the T.V., they were appalled by the sight. The body of a woman sat decomposing and all of her organs were hanging from her belly like Christmas decorations. Between her lips was a piece of paper that was folded. They opened it and read, “Happy Friday, you missed, again!”

When I look up, I see the sun shining bright . Like telling me to look down as I am wrecked! I look over to sea, The waves tremble, Asking me to walk away, Or they will engulf me within I heard I will find solitude with nature & discover my own peace So, I looked up to a tree Its branches extending wider as swords, Leaves swinging as blades, Roots radiating far unknown, As if they're Telling me to run!, Or it will consume my wretch soul, "Colors, are not meant to exist in my life", As I admire t

When she arrived at the tomb of her mother she noticed a jar was on top of the gravestone. She opened it and there were bones, dirt, hair, and a spider. She thought this was a joke and threw it in the trash. The following days she had nightmares of an entity. She suddenly woke up and heard a knock on the door of her room. After the knocking had ceased, she felt heavy breathing on the side of her face. “You shouldn’t have opened that jar,” a distorted voice whispered.

Javier sat alone in the security office staring at the television screens that monitored the local shopping mall. Out of a sudden, he could see from the Costco food court that a shopping cart was moving on its own. He panicked and his heartbeat increased when he saw that the shopping cart fell on its side. It was the middle of the night so no one could have done that, he thought. He remained in awe staring at the screen when suddenly he heard, “It was me.”

The bell rang signaling the start of recess and all of the children ran ecstatically to the courtyard and green areas of the school. As they approached the playground they stopped in their excitement and were in shock to see Mrs. Dover hanging from the pole of the swings.

Revive por las noches y se asoma entre lágrimas. Lo recuerdo antes de dormir, en la soledad y el silencio con el cuerpo inmóvil y la mente saturada. De pronto, los recuerdos ya no son objetivos se tiñen de emociones y me animo a editar el final. Juego a reescribir nuestra historia para calmar mi llanto. Caigo dormida. ¿Soñará conmigo?