19 January 2007, 01:00
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Mwhaaa, well, here I put a little one story that I like to write to my and he used to write in my old (and deleted ¬ ¬) space. Click to read and that you are me and you say that this, yes? Greetings, P Start to feel it. sweaty He got out of bed. The memory of the dream even shook him and felt his pulse were accelerated. quickly pulled back the sheets and walked to his window that swung open. The warm wind slapped his face but he, heated as find aba, he was a breath of fresh air. vain tried m he got was a slight headache. I felt like your about the smell of someone was emerging as a torment to endure hard it invaded, mixed with fear. I did not know why he felt so, struggled overcome fear, but what only one I got is to go a little crazy. gave a tour of his room. Two. Three. I could not even sleep to try to sleep. Anxiety pervaded her chest like someone want to move but can not. As if thousands of ropes tied his body to the ground and not able to get up. He saw himself locked in a narrow cabin, no exits or windows which look out. That was the trouble. glanced around her room looking for something, a panacea that will cure him of that pain. He took a crystal fell on his carpet. With his free hand, is moistened fingertip with the liquid and took it to his lips. Tears. was crying. The feeling was so strong that he stayed out of breath for a moment. Nad to was logical. Tears. pain. Because ...? That was sad. suddenly remembered something. Grabbed one of the comics he had on his desk and stood. did not know why but threw it against a wall and immediately took another and did the same. So with everyone. On the ground might read: "Chobits." not understand why he behaved well, did not understand, it was so ext ran o.. . started out of his sight a lot of nonsense that kept as souvenirs but No or getting make solid the special situation which were there. dolls flew of McDonalds, v olaron Kinder egg dolls ... He was throwing it all out there stupid but possibly one you hurt was that, while more destruction, most unfortunate is felt. That was the rage.
Then his mind went blank. He was completely empty. What could I do? Fly. Fly, that was it. would fly. went straight to the window, flung open and prepared to jump from the eighth floor. Fly. Why the tears? Excited? Yes, certainly. Just before jumping into the void felt something, like someone caressing her hair and whispering words of breath in his ear. He closed his eyes and felt all at once. Distress. Sadness. Rabies. jumped. Fly. ---------------- ----------------------------------------
She stroking the hair of his son as he spoke. "You know I love you baby, I know, right?" I saw him suffer, she kissed him on the forehead and hugged him. The frown of his son struck him hard, but balm of her affection and she reassured him feel better. "You can not always smile at life, everybody needs somebody sometime ... do not you sink your not alone ... do it " He then got up and went to work, like every morning, like every day. is not yet time to fly. yet. FireS This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 2.5 Spain License . . © Nelson Antonio Sempértegui Dominguez 2005 all rights reserved |
