I don’t want to get up. Why would I even think about it, at four AM on a Saturday? I don’t know. Something just calls. Scorpio, it whispers, Come to me. Come to me, and Ты will be free. Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same. You will know, Scorpio. Ты will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
Hi. So yeah, from the Название I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 год old struggling to find a meaning in life.
If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".
Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now,...
It’s raining. Not like a hard rain или anything. Parker makes his way downy the highway with determination and a degree of speed that might not be exactly legal. But he isn’t going alarmingly fast. He maneuvers his car–a rather stylish Dodge Viper–into the fast lane. It isn’t the latest model but he has it painted a sleek purple some shade in between light and dark. After successfully making his pass he get back into the right lane. He’s behind a Chrysler Pacifica with a collect of bumper and window stickers.
Ты hear a lonesome bird call as Ты wander out of the forest. It is dull and misty. The sky is concrete, Ты can taste rain in the air.
Fell it on the breeze.
But Ты don't care, Ты keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever еще sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here Ты arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few еще steps have Ты standing in the center...
Really old thing I dug up. Because I was reminded of it.
Elise stood before two paths. Upland trail, read the sign, rickety and made of moss eaten and decaying wood. And Downback Thickets, indicated its sister sign. What a lonely, bleak place, Elise pondered. She looked skyward. The surrounding trees were rather intrusive, blocking her view of the foggy-quartz sky. She nudged at a rock with her big toe. Her big toe?! “Where are my shoes?” She muttered aloud. When had she Остаться в живых them? How hadn’t she noticed the mud squishing between her toes? She...
Ever wonder what the Дисней princesses look like in real life? Well, now Ты can! I looked through many pictures of women emulating Дисней princesses или just Дисней females in general and found many that looked almost real! I picked from the ones I thought looked most like the character, and I was astonished at how well these people made themselves resemble those characters. So, be amazed at how much these women look like the character they are portraying and enjoy!
Stellar Arach was not a direct goddess in descent, nor was she a god's. Helios, the God of the Sun had дана his wicked granddaughter Medea two Драконы that bestowed wings to pull her chariot hundreds of millenniums ago. As time progressed, so did the dragon-line. Few Olympians, banned by Zeus for their lust of the new dragon descendants, had children. And as the Ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses faded, so did the family lines. -------- Stellar and her elder brother, being the last of the dragon line with Olympian blood pumping through their veins, were left as the Guardians over...