Monday, February 7, 2011

Avenir Basket, Directions

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Number: 17/17
Title: fujoshi
World Fandom: Durarara! Claim
: Erika Karisawa, slight appearance of Walker Yumasaki
Extension: 167
Warnings: ravings fujoshis number x, D
Notes: Erika, you're the best 8D

The world was different for each passerby strolled through the streets of Ikebukuro and it Karisawa Erika, was no exception. The reality fantasíay were strongly attracted together and in a fatal loop, similar a small rodent and a snake that tries to swallow, with greed and without success.

Ikebukuro colors, for her show as a huge rainbow hue nonexistent relations and of doubtful provenance, in which a light touch or a pat on the back, they become sexual invitations of intense love passion which might result, sooner or later, in sex, either in the bathroom, in a room on the ground or in a library: the place is the least important.

outlines a disturbing smile on her lips, lovers of anime, and Walker, suspecting that must cross the mind of his friend, decides to omit comments and only gives a chill to understand what their words not want him to know.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

How Much Electricity Does A Pedestal Fan Use

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Number: 16/16
Title: Someday
Fandom: Clannad
Claim: Fuuka Ibuki
Extension: 110
Warnings: Nigun ~
Notes: Fuuka starfish and conquer the world 8D

not know how much time has passed since Tomoya and Nagisa's forgotten, as it spends all day next to them, caring for them as a little fairy, tender, and carries the power of the starfish. Not note the passing of days, running alongside. Sometimes it appears to rescue Fuuka, noting with sadness as Tomoya and Nagisa still remember it. No matter, she says to herself, trying to give strength, knowing that one day wake up and, Nagisa and Tomoya, the welcome you with open arms because, although not remember, feel n the unbreakable bonds of friendship, uniting them forever.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Illegal To Copy Drivers License

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Number: 15/15
Title: Intellectual Love
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Claim: 8D LavixLoufa
Extension: 217
Warnings: Crack pairing x, D
Notes: The Laviloufanismo conquer the world ... rest assured x, DU. Dedicated to my friend
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Lavi always find an excuse-either pathetic or stupid, "thanks to his work as an apprentice Bookman, to visit. Entered, shamelessly, in the Ark and claiming find documentation that obviously did not need, I left for the Black Order in Asia, ignoring the constant nagging Panda and orders of the superiors of the Black Order.

After a few steps forward given childish, came to the Asian Order, the cloud cover and a little spooky ethereal but oddly cozy. The redhead waved to all scientists, with a smile and, without delay, arrived at the office where Lou was fa, attacked from behind and causing her to scream in alarm. He liked to play him

jokes as he kissed her and felt like her cheeks were tinged with an almost childlike carmine. I enjoyed seeing her modesty in all its expression and loved that, thanks to shame, stuttered sentences disjointed. Greatly appreciated, within itself, the company of Lou fa, since China achieved something he had never been able to get any other way: forget, for some and eternal second, the remorse of having heart from the responsibility of becoming Bookman that, over time, had come to become a burden they just wanted to leave.

Friday, February 4, 2011

How Much Are Babylock

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Number: 14/14
Title: On a cold winter night
Fandom: Original
Claim: old man (not named x, D)
Extension: 991
Warnings: None ~
Notes: Duh ... left by the wayside a thousand in my computer. Used only for being an emergency for the challenge x, D

It was dark. Perhaps a dozen or two, really did not know. The old, crooked, aquiline nose, his skin tanned by the sun and rain, watching the streets almost empty, shivering, as he settled between your cards and filthy and tattered blankets. Yes, this was a very cold winter night, even more than the others. Occasionally a dealer will air rosaba his wrinkled face, covering it with frozen air. The sky was so black, so impenetrable in its immensity and so covered with icy stars at once, and he there, below freezing in the glow of these.

- Geez it's cold, "muttered the old man to himself, while trying to cover even more exposed face, with the few blankets and cardboard he had.

Yes, the night was so cold, you soaked to the bone. I wish it would rain. No, better no, because they get wet enterito and bones ache anymore. Imagine that before it was heated, the steam which would leave the body even when they made zero. But now it was a simple human stubble walking by who knew where. Yes, your old heat always afiebrante advantage it had in any season and under all circumstances. Before bed, she sought the frozen legs warm him wherever. Just found it, she fell asleep with a happy smile.

Yes, your old lady. Missed her. Some time ago I knew nothing of it. Absolutely nothing. He missed his soft, cold skin, his touch, kisses, food waiting for him every day after work, while working, and even missed the fights he had with her, because of the little girl of her daughter. Damn brat. Because of her old one day he went and never came back. If I could only turn back the clock to get back to glimpse the figure of his old lady, just that he always asked.

But nothing, not even a shadow of it looked. Sometimes, when dozing at night, I could see it, like it was yesterday, as if yesterday had been one of the many weekends in which he played ball with the old neighborhood, getting drunk as if they lost as if they won , fighting with the opposing team shock and machetes. Then came long, with cloudy saliva, demonic eyes, face bloody and violent, hitting the poor old, insulting, while screaming brat crumbled. And his blood ran down his cheek swiftly and he did not care because I just wanted to see the old mourn, begging and pleading not punish her more for things that she had no guilt.

And after he spent his drunken old lady always healed and say, "Old man, take care, that one day you can blow up the soul and there came no more." If you never did. And ... Look at me! Alive and well, here, sleeping on the street. With nothing but alive. Everything

lost after he left his old. All because of her daughter. As the hated. If he had not placed between the old and he slapped that it would give his wife will not have reached her daughter. But no, the little girl goes and gets in the way of the fight and because of him the old one was. The next day I had to work and I was, because otherwise we would die of hunger and could not pay the bills. It's that simple. Anyway, if you pegase, his old lady was always at home, waiting with the food cooked. But that Monday came and the old was gone. Missing her, the little girl and her clothes. I even made the food. What a joke! They left, but left the old me made food.

And I thought I was going to eat. It was like a joke. That night I slept uncovered, but it was very cold, like now, because she had no one turn me off. And the food began to lose there, shoved it on the kitchen. Wait several days

call, a citation, some sign of life from the old, but nothing. Was swallowed by the earth. All because of the brat. And this cold, which removes the heat afiebrante one, just like the old. Yes, she was as cold tonight, immense, imposing their own way. No, the old woman was so cold.

The old, decrepit and dirty old man gazed at the black sky in solitude, looking sad, shivering, while tears rolled down her wrinkled transparent cheeks. Suddenly, the tears stopped falling and the old man stared at the sky, eyes closed.

Morning came, white light, covered with thick mist and labyrinthine. Steps and more steps, black shoes, red heels and more steps along the paths. Clash of people against people. Speaker noise. Buildings and more buildings opened their doors to face serious and depressed. And a dog, walking slowly, scabby, with open mouth and skinny. He was hungry and still there was no trash bag with rich food. Sometimes you could catch things really good, especially outside the places where humans ate. But now there was no bag.

The dog stopped and scratched his fleas. He looked aside. There, lying on the wall, covered with blankets and cardboard miserable, there was an old man. Crooked, aquiline nose, his skin tanned by the sun and rain, looking with closed eyes to heaven. The dog approached. Perhaps the man had food and give him a little. Everyone who looked like he always gave him. Approached and sniffed. The old smell of food.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Sick House Syndrome 24 Hour Virus

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Number: 13/13
Title: The crime was in Granada in Granada
... Fandom: Original
Claim: Federico García Lorca
Extension: 158
Warnings: Based on real life events
Notes: dedicated to this magnificent poet, murdered with impunity and unfairly .

If someone had tried any, had been shot dead by soldiers of a firing squad, in the street, standing against the wall and no major ceremonies. Federico had always feared death and loneliness and that body was covered with two great fears. The rebel soldiers were taken to Elya 3 men, handcuffed, into the ditch, so that, just given the order, fell into the pit. But Lorca battled to the end, insulting the soldier who would assassinate him. And the reward he received was simple: a few shots culetazo and dice trembling with anger, while the rest of conscience and his soul was pierced by bullets those full of hatred, injustice and racism.

And the last award he received was thrown a spit in the face, full of phlegm and indifferent to the poet and his body inert and lifeless.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Dog Jaw Shaking When Yawning

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Number: 12/12
Title: Roads
Fandom: Clannad
Claim: Tomoya, Nagisa, Ushio
Extension:
Warnings: Based on Clannad After Story.
Notes: I never tire of seeing again and again ... well Clannad always end up crying, A;


I was all over. Ushio was dead and lifeless in his arms. Without it, the last ray of light giving meaning to his life, nothing mattered. Tomoya hit upon the only thing to do at the time, was thrown to the ground and wait to die of hypothermia, to keep his daughter and Nagisa. No. That moment
volvíaa
repeated, endlessly, as if this city were determined to engulf him. Nagisa had lost first and then to Ushio. I knew he was alone in that white falling snow undaunted by their pain. And everything was back to the starting point in which everything in aburríay had been found, for the first time with Nagisa, who seemed to be waiting on that hill covered with cherry blossoms .

At that point, you could choose your destination. Had already decided, once, not knowing Nagisa. Could do it again and so back in those days volveríaa depressing, boring, meaningless and without pain, in his teens. Nagisa began talking to herself. Tomoya knew all she would say. I knew what would happen next. It would be best to avoid pain. She did not want to suffer more. Nagisa

only waited and waited, in that part of the destination-indeterminate on the principle of all-Tomoya wants to know. She only had to walk after having uttered those words and expect. Him alone. If he was still sorry for everything and stayed in that part of the hill, surely, their fates could not be changed. Furukawa knew it well, so I just walked, his hands trembling, waiting for Tomoya, who has not yet decided to move. Sure, they still regret having known her.

think this can make them almost as they mourn her, for the world, would have changed the fact that they had gathered, because I loved him. She bit her lip and thought to stop and call. If he did, could you change anything?

knew it or not, could not stay with his arms crossed, just waiting. It would turn around and run to reach it, so that never again to separate.

Just then, Tomoya shouted his name. Things could still be different, he thought the girl, while the top disappeared. Now, just had to go to the place in this city where wishes came true. That would be the final, where they could stay together forever.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Pattern Of Brazilian Waxing

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Number: 11/11
Title: Circumstances
Fandom: Original
Claim: Andrea, Javier
Length: 361 words
Warnings: Slightly (very) angsty and incest.
Notes: long ago cofcoflosficsmultichaptersmemantienenocupadacofcof not write anything original. Dedicated to my friend Ja-chan ... I love you friend! Not plague this, even a crap (is protected by Safe Creative)

Do not know when it started, much less, why things went so rampant a course for her. Before or even been interested in his cousin, with whom he had crossed words from a family meeting about his childhood, ten years ago.

that day, barely able to lock a few words, but realized what had changed Javier, both in their ways as their physical. The years had carved something special about him, he was unable to define. No, only now realized that at the outset, never wanted shape that "something" that captivated her. Simply chose to ignore the glare of the moment.

spent months in which together, staying in touch through Facebook and msn and the feelings that were supposed to pretty, began to give themselves free rein and runaway, falling on Javier. Precipitously over him like a beast a bit shameless. Just a little.

was more than clear to see his cousin-eyed woman was not right and desire with that kind of feeling, was a taboo that had trouble, increasingly, control. Andrea just prayed that he did not notice: he was more than clear that if he found out, he would see her in disgust and move away from it. I did not want that to happen, but the unwanted feeling miserable and steal a kiss hands, each time more frequently when talking with him about nonsense.

From time to time, crying for the same reason, longing for his cousin ceased to be, to live their love freely. His heart full of musty and unpleasant garbage that is overflowing and I ate at blood and guts, as if full of termites. Sometimes ignorance hurt Javier and the ease with which he approached. In those moments, your miserable feeling became more heavy and distressing, wanting one thing: what the circumstance that had brought them together, disappear, although that might entail would never meet. Because I did not know how long it could keep that secret without destroying ended.