DennysOMarshall

For some time I hesitated whether to open these memories at the beginning or at the end, that is, whether to put my birth or my death first. Supposed common usage is to begin at birth, two considerations led me to adopt a different method: the first is that I am not properly a deceased author, but a deceased author, for whom the grave was another cradle; the second is that the writing would thus be more gallant and newer. Moses, who also told of his death, did not put it in the introduction, but in the cape; radical difference between this book and the Pentateuch. That said, I expired at two o'clock on a Friday afternoon in the month of August, 1869, in my beautiful Maryland country house. He was about sixty-four years old, strong and prosperous, single, had about three hundred contos and I was accompanied to the cemetery by eleven friends. Eleven friends! The truth is that there was no letters or advertisements. In addition, it was raining - it was sifting - a small, sad and constant rain, so constant and so sad, that it led one of those faithful at the last minute to insert this ingenious idea in the speech he delivered at the edge of my grave: - "You, who knew him Sirs, you can tell me that nature seems to be mourning the irreparable loss of one of the most beautiful characters that has honored humanity. All this is the raw and evil pain that gnaws at nature's most intimate entrails; all this is a sublime praise to our illustrious deceased." Good and faithful friend! No, I don't regret the twenty policies I left you. And this is how I came to the clause of my days; That's how I headed for the undiscovered country of Hamlet, without the anxieties or doubts of the young prince, but paused and staggering, like someone who leaves the show late. Late and boring. Nine or ten people saw me go, including three ladies, - my wife Bruna, just married me,-her daughter, a lily-of-the-valley,-and... Be patient! in a little while I will tell you who was the third lady. Be content to know that this anonymous woman, although not a relative, suffered more than her relatives. It is true, she suffered more. I'm not saying that she wept, I'm not saying that she let herself roll on the floor, epileptic. Nor was my death a highly dramatic thing. A bachelor who expires at sixty-four does not seem to have all the elements of a tragedy in him. And since it was, what least suited this anonymous woman was to look like it. Standing at the head of the bed, with stupid eyes, mouth half-open, the sad lady could hardly believe my extinction. - Dead! dead! she said to herself. And her imagination, like the storks that an illustrious traveler saw taking flight from the Ilisso to the African shores, despite the ruins and the times - this lady's imagination also flew over the present wreckage to the shores of a youthful Africa ... Let her go; there we will go later; there we will go when I return to my first years. Now I want to die peacefully, methodically, listening to the sobbing of the ladies, the low speeches of the men, the rain that drums on the tinhorão leaves of the farm, and the shrill sound of a razor that a sharpener is sharpening outside, at the door of a courier. I swear to you that this death orchestra was much less sad than it might seem. From a certain point on it became delicious. Life was shuddering in my chest, with the impulses of a sea wave, I was fading away from consciousness, I descended into physical and moral immobility, and my body became plant, and stone, and mud, and thing. none. I died of pneumonia; but if I tell you that it was less pneumonia than a grandiose and useful idea that caused my death, the reader may not believe me, and yet it is true. I will briefly present the case to you. Judge it for yourself.

Lizzy Styles

Thais Elisabeth is back at school after a not very pleasant summer, the girl committed a crime, yes something that marked her in a strange way. Brandon Margera, her best friend, is the only one who can help her at the moment, but Lizzy is afraid of what could happen if she spends too much time with Bam, after all he is quite irresistible, but he is not the right guy for her. . In all this context, a new guy, coming straight from jail appears at the school, mysterious, he develops a certain attraction for Lizzy and she for him, but what the girl doesn't know, is that this attraction can be fatal.

Luna Lovegood

Há três anos, o mundo de Oliver Queen desmoronou. Para salvar o legado da família da ruína e resgatar sua mãe e irmã do luto, Oliver sacrificou tudo: seu tempo, seus sonhos e no fim, a mulher que amava. Agora sozinho em seu escritório enquanto a cidade celebra o Natal, Oliver receberá uma visita que o forçará a enfrentar os fantasmas de suas escolhas. O Passado lhe trará o eco de um riso que ele nunca esqueceu. O Presente revelará o peso da sua ausência. E o Futuro lhe mostrará seu maior pesadelo. Depois de abdicar de tudo, ainda haverá tempo para Oliver salvar a si mesmo?

Lucas LuxferresNew Author

Rodrigo recebe um ótimo pagamento para entregar uma encomenda incomum no interior rural de uma cidade vizinha, mas a estrada é irregular e seus desníveis se tornam poças quando chove.

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"

Sensei Oji Mestre Nyah Fanfic

Inspetores fazem parte de um grupo seleto de humanos com poderes sem igual capazes de deter os poderosos psicopatas (humanos dotados de força e sem empatia pela vida). O inspetor Kinoko Shiitake é bastante astuto, apesar do tamanho não muito privilegiado. Nunca perdeu um caso. E agora enfrenta o desafio de achar o causador das mortes em barris na floresta de Aokigahara.