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Invitacion misteriosa parte 8POV Gumball

Ya era de dia, era mi turno para ir a cuidar a Fionna aunque no solamente me daba miedo de que le hicieran algo tambien por que Marshall podria hacer algo malo con ella en lo que ella esta en coma, el hospital esta muy silencioso, aun que hay muchas personas en la abitacion de Fionna.

PG -Que es lo que pasa por que hay tantas personas aqui-

*Ruidos*

PG -Doctora Princesa!!-

DP -Disculpe por el alboroto necesita algo?-

PG -Que es lo que pasa aqui?-

M -G-gumball?-

PG -Marshall!! que te pasa-

M -No lo se no recuerdo nada-

PG -Pero esta bien Fionna-

DP -Si pero su habitaion no-

PG -Que es lo que quieres decir?-

DP -Venga c

Diario de un asesino 2Miércoles 30/8:
Estoy frente al coliseo. Según los textos de Jordan la base se encuentra en un edifico de 17 pisos a dos cuadras. Averigüé más sobre él: cree que ellos también mataron a su padre, tiene 21 años y es muy bueno en informática. Le pedí que me consiguiera armas, que yo me encargo de la ropa y del teléfono (el mío es muy llamativo y utiliza una línea común).
-R.H.
Jueves 31/4:
Ayer a las 14:30 pregunté a un hombre que pasaba si no había por aquí una torre de 17 pisos. Me dijo, algo nervioso, que no sabía nada. No me resultó muy convincente, sin embargo no le presté demasiada atención.
Después de esa conversación, investigué un poco más y el edificio más alto es una de 8 pisos. Debe ser un error, ya voy a decirle a Jordan.
Por otro lado, Jill se quebró, es una chica un poco torpe, siempre tie

Invitacion misteriosa parte 7POV Cake

Despues de haberle contado el contenido la invitacion a Fionna ella quedo en shock y demayo y desde entonces no ha despertado y hemos decidido cuidar de ella.

C -Esto es aburrido pero tengo que cuidar bien de mi niña, que es o que puedo hacer para diverirme ya se voy a cantar para que laniña se mejore:
Dulce Dulce principe tu le gustas a mi niña eres un dulce chicle que nesecita de nuestra ayuda somos tus heroinas y no nos pagas nada ahora por tu culpa mi niña esta en coma-

DP -Señorita podria guardar silencio la paciente necesita dormir-

C -Oh lo siento por cantar es que normalmente Fionna se c

Invitacion misteriosa parte 6POV Fionna

Despues de lo que me habian dicho no podia creerlo, estaba muy confundida de todo lo que me habian dicho, me quede enmudecida no sabia que decir acerca de eso.

M -Fi te sientes bien?-

F -Si estoy bien no te preocupes-

C -Cariño segura que te sientes bien-

F -Si Cake estoy bien-

PG -Sera mejor que vallas a tu a descansar debes de estar muy confundida-

F -No enserio estoy bien- desmaya

M -Fi estas bien? no responde-

PG -Doctor pastelito!!!-

M -Su alteza el doctor pastelito no esta, el se encuentra con la doctora princesa-

C -La llevare rapido con la doctora-

PG y M -Vamos contigo-

C -Subanse rapido-

[En el hospit

Invitacion misteriosa parte 5POV Mentita

Desde que Cake y Marshall llegaron al castillo el principe y ellos actuan muy estraño deben de estar ocultando algo respecto a la invitacion de esta mañana.

M -Disculpe su alteza pero no quiere algo de beber??-

PG -No Mentita no quiero nada por ahora-

M -Esta bien su alteza como ordene-

PG -Te puedes ir Mentita-

M -Por que es que pone tanto desempeño en averiguar cosas de la invitacion acaso esta escrtita con sangre?? tal vez sea asi o oculte algo mas- pensando

POV Gumball

Aun no sabemos nada de la invitacion pero averiguaremos todo lo que podamos para que no se cumpla su escrito.

M -Gumball ya sabes

Invitacion misteriosa parte 9POV Marshall

Veia a todas las personas hablar pero verlas me mareaba mucho y Gumball daba muchas vueltas golpeando su cabeza contra la pared, casi todo lo que veia era doble estaba muy mareado y fue cuando venia Cake que me calme un poco.

*ruido*

C -Gumball que es lo que querias por que me llamastes tan alterado?-

PG -Cake que bueno que llegas a Marshall lo golpearon y mira lo que pusieron en la habitacion de Fionna- entran en la habitacion

C -Quien fue el que escribio esto!?-

PG -No lo se solo escribieron: Entregenos a Fionna o todos moriran-

C -Si ya vi que dice eso, pero quien lo pudo haber escrito?!-

PG -Pues yo digo que fue el mi

Make it go away. Slam the door, push my weight against it, and hold it back. It pounded and pounded, and the door began to loosen on its hinges. I begin to smell its odor from the other side, something rotten, like that of a corpse. My paralyzed body doesn’t move; I’m left shocked. I feel warmth climb down my arm. Blood. Suddenly I become dead weight as my small body slides itself against the pulsing door. My eyes stare blankly at the puke yellow tiling that begins to blur from the frustrated tears that emerged themselves. This couldn’t be happening. My hands find their way to my straw textured hair. I grab and pull. Make it go away. Mak

The Case of the Lost LoveGrowing up, I would listen to my Grandma Teeli tell stories. Of course, they weren’t your typical stories. She always told the old tales, but they always ended well enough in the end. Happily ever after is hard to find in this line of work. More often than not, the past comes back and threatens the happiness of another. Just like those old tales, the happy ending always came at a price.

“Hello?” a small shrill voice quivered hesitantly from the doorway, “Anyone home?”

Exchanging looks, Bill started to grin as he started the coffeemaker and watched her step out of the cozy, little kitchen. Franky just shook her

The Sypurrs- Chapter Two: IncubusChapter Two: Incubus

It had been a week since the last time I saw the others. I wasn’t too concerned, I had other things to attend to.
“You...you’re a.. Syp...Sypurr right..?” the man before me stuttered out.
“Well what else could you have summoned, Richard Johnson?” I said it gently so the poor farm man before me didn’t get any more scared.
“I..I..”
“Don’t answer that.... Lets get to business shall we? What did you summon me for?”
“Well.....I...I heard Sypurr’s can give you anything.... for a price?”
“Yes... ‘Cept immortality...” I

Need... Title...I walked out of the hospital room and stood for a second in the center of the hallway, then realized this would look suspicious in tandem with how I was feeling, so I went in the bathroom, into the handicapped stall, and stood there, feet planted a foot apart, heart pounding in my head, and sorting through a thousand feeling.

I was "supposed" to go turn myself in to the cops and get a nice cushy bed in a fairly sterile environment for the rest of my life. At least, that's what my Mom would want me to do.

According to Dad, I should shut up about it and feel like an idiot for the rest of my life. I'd just spent an "enormous" amount of effort

Time and SpaceTime and Space

What if our lifes are ripple in a pond? What if the mirrors reflection are there to protect us from not entering theirs world? What if you are the reflection of the past and you looking in too your own future, everyday?

Life goes on riddle keeps appearing and life keep changing, change is life. Time will always be a constant intil you change the surface by throwing a stone into the pond creating a ripple-effect of changes.

Do you dare challange yourself? Then be kind and do this, and look in the corner of your eye and look at the thing you don't want to see because it's so frightening!

Life is to short, run, RUN and continu

Wendy and the Mass MurdererI move across the night like a demon under the cover of darkness searching for the next victim the next bit of fun the next fix this might be the one that fixes me. I Jump over the alley below with the streetlights glaring at me daring me to come into the light to let myself be caught, I ignore their invitation I must get my fix. The clip clapping of a woman passes below me. I lean over the edge of the building. I’ve found her the next fix. She gets struck by the light of a passing car; she loses focus and swaddles across the pavement a sure sign of too much drink, perfect.
I follow her for the next few blocks from above testing her hearing by throwing cans to bounce nearby off parked cars, herding her into the next lane and the next until she enter my territory, my own personal bit heaven and hell. I clamber down the ladder. Grab the cloth I’d earlier placed with chloroform and grab the girl and let her enter her final sleep. I drag her body to the cellar the moon sneering

Invitacion misteriosa parte 4POV Gumball

No eh encontrado otra opcion mas que decirle la verdad a Fionna acerca de la invitacion de hace dos dias se que es malo pero ella tiene razon ya no es una niña y a pesar de que la protegemos tambien debemos tratarla como se debe.

M -Su alteza disculpe-

PG -Si Mentita dime que pasa?-

M -Llego una carta-

PG -Gracias Mentita te puedes ir-

M -Como diga su alteza-

PG -A ver que dice esta carta- se sorprende

[En la casa del arbol]

C -BMO que es lo que estas leyendo-

BMO -Encontre esto en la puerta en la mañana-

C -BMO no te hemos dicho que no leas cosas que no sean dirijidas hacia ti-

BMO -Lo se Cake pero esta

Good DogThe little one held the parents hand
I was being dragged along
I see another little one
The parent’s little one goes with the other little ones

The parent talks with other big ones
They stroke me
I wag my tail
They laugh
I Jump
They shout
I hide

The parent walks
I follow
The parent ties me up
The parent walks away
I whine

Other big ones stroke me
Small slow ones give me food
Little ones point at me
I lay down

I watch the fast big ones
Two fast big ones hit each other
Big one and slow small one shout at each other
My ears hurt
Too much noise

Parent comes back
Parent strokes me
Parent takes me
Parent meets other parent

Start shouting at one another
One parent hits other parent
I bark
One parent raises foot to hit me
Other parent gets in way
Gets hit

Big ones come to parents
Top big one wraps parents hand
Another top big one talks to other parent
We follow top big ones
Get into fast big ones

Parent strokes me
I lick parent hand

The Blue CrossAlternate Ending to “The Blue Cross”

As Valentin crept slowly over the hill, his police officers in tow, he heard wisps of conversation on the wind like the voices of the dead. Inching closer to the pair of clergymen, one tall, and the other short, he swore his heart could be heard beating a mile away. As he came close enough to hear the quiet conversation, he caught the end of one of Friar Brown’s sentences.
“... what they really meant in the Middle Ages by the heavens being incorruptible."
The tall man nodded condescendingly, like a skeptical snake eyeing its prey as he replied:
"Ah, yes, these modern infidels

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Fear

by ~Wetzel217, Sep 6, 2009, 9:09:32 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Mystery & Suspense

I’ve been alone before. Tons of times. Plenty of times.
But not like this. Never like this.

Never when you know everyone you know is gone, and they’re never coming back.

I never liked scary stories. Especially reading them when you’re alone. But everywhere I look, it’s like everywhere is a potential horror story. I look away and think about happy thoughts. But they don’t feel right. Nothing feels right.
It doesn’t matter if it’s day or not. It feels dark all the time. I look at my hands. I can’t feel my hands. It’s like I’m outside of my body. I try to think about happy thoughts again. But once you think about fear, it’s all you think about.
So I separate my self from the rest of the world. I make sure no thoughts leave or enter my mind.

But fear comes from the inside.

And when fear begins to crawl, it just keeps coming.

Fearby ~Wetzel217

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haha ramblings after watching a movie

*ForestWanderers Sep 6, 2009 Student General Artist

I like this you have great writing and I can vision that fear you express in the writing, but remember this verse.. (if your not Christian I don't mean to offend)

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”
~ Philippians 4:6-7

~Wetzel217 Sep 7, 2009

thanks a bunch!
and that verse DOES sound familiar...

*ForestWanderers Sep 7, 2009 Student General Artist

you're welcome!!!!

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