Dricaah

Magali, Mônica, Cascão and Cebola embark on a mysterious adventure in a different place.... Where is it? This you will discover in this Fanfic!

Dricaah

Conflicts... Like it or not, we live every day. Fights between family or between lovers. Things that force us to do what we don't want to do, that's why we have conflicts. Favors... Doing homework, making the bed. Unfair things for us, but we don't even realize it's for our good. Sometimes we ask ourselves " Why do you have to make the bed? I'm going to make it all night!". Yeah, if we bother too much.... Favors and conflicts go together. Has anyone ever asked you for a favor? If so, do you realize that you always fight with the person asking "Why are you asking me to do it? Do it yourself!" That's what Mônica, Do Contra(DC) and Cebola will learn!

Circo Macabro é uma das minhas histórias favoritas Docônica (TMJ série 1, #80 e #81) No entanto, eu queria que fosse um pouco mais macabra e tivesse um pouco mais de circo :/ Resolvi então fazer uma reescrita do original, colocando mais romance no namoro dos dois, um pouquinho mais de tensão na história e (se tudo der certo) criar uma atmosfera sombria e de mistério. É uma homenagem acima de tudo E justiça ao DC, que não precisava ser comparado ao Cebola a cada duas falas, ou que podia ter mais personalidade do que "não gosto, porque é clichê"

M F Morningstar

His eyes still linger in my memories, brown and familiar. A month after the costume ball and I still remember you, Ghost Watcher, as if it hadn't been days and especially as if I'd known you a lifetime. As the days passed, I found that no matter how much time passed, what I had felt had become eternal. You won me over as quickly as you left and the only thing left for me to do is hope you return sometime, not just for a night, not just for a day. I confess that after a while, my hopes of seeing you were fading, but deep down, I hoped that I could see you again. And I truly thought I would never see you again, but one fine day you returned and with that everything I had felt that night hits me like a devastating wave. I had fallen in love with a ghost, but not just any ghost, but the Watching Ghost. I promised myself I'd find out who the real Watchful Ghost is behind the mask and that's what I'm going to do. Get ready, dear Ghost Watcher, for I won't give up until I get what I want.

Lisa Granger

Tears were streaming down his face, his heart was breaking and it hurt, God, it hurt. She'd rather have a thousand red-hot knives slashing through her body than just one slashing through her heart. The tightness in her chest and stomach was so strong she didn't think she could take it. Upon reaching home, she threw herself down the stairs until she reached her bedroom and finally to the bathroom, where she laid everything out, when she was finally finished, her stomach was empty. But the emptiness matched her heart, which was heavy in her chest, at the same time so empty and so full and with a suffocating pain, it felt like someone was holding her heart in their hands, squeezing, crushing, suffocating... and she he almost wished it was really that, because at least then that hopeless feeling would disappear. She rinsed her mouth with the tap water, the strange sensation on her tongue and looked up at the mirror. Just at that moment, facing the devastated figure that was staring back at her, Monica realized that she was crying, finally becoming aware of the hot tears streaming down her face. Her eyes looked like those of a torn animal or someone who had lost what she loved most on the face of the earth, which in a way was true, except that she hadn't lost it, had chosen to let it. — It's over, Onion! It's over... The memories and the words echoed in her mind, and the pain that came with them was so great it made her fall to her knees on the wooden floor, sobs escaping her throat and finally a scream, a painful cry that still couldn't express all the pain he felt at that moment.

Marie Pevensie

The class has grown and is in the last year of high school. Now they face their own dilemmas and indecisions. Monica, tired of being made a fool of by Onion, decides to move on, finding the right person for her in Do Contra. Magali, after a fight with Quim, approaches Nimbus, the person with whom Magali had less contact in childhood. Now, she finds herself torn between her childhood sweetheart and her new friend. Will young people be able to deal with their indecisions?