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mikysharp @ 2009-11-05T22: 41:00

After so here I am again!
seemed to do .. I could not do instead!
He 's gone too ^ ^ my first concertoooo
Needless to say I was happy. At first I could not even hold the microphone was so much adrenaline, excitement and fear of failure at one time or word (which after I did, but not just a word, I missed even one verse whole ..), fortunately assisted by a skilled trumpet player and an equally good bass player (the only group that never makes mistakes .. and good Seba ^ ^).
The concert went, time passed between a fast song and other ^ ^ In short, I like to sing, despite la timidezza, ed ora lo posso fare..e non solo..! Al nostro caro batterista è venuta la geniale idea di formare un altro gurppo, non con i soliti suoni dell'Oi! ma un gruppo più.."tranquillo" oserei dire..dove la maggior parte di noi sarà SkinHeads =P beeeeh vedremo come andranno le cose..
E chi si imparerà a memoria tutti sti testi ora?! T_T

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Words that turned me in the head .. I thought Chuck
all around Europe only to suddenly find yourself writing something for Blair, and it is writing that he understands that the time to finally go back and tell her that he loves her ...



What counts without you ..?
Life no longer has the same taste, the alcohol helps me forget .. You are here before me, smile, causing me.
play with your hair, with my feelings ...
and stop looking so, so many stop, stop showing me everything that I'm beautiful, it's so obvious already for me.
I dream, I guess, I thought with relief every time I see you.
coward, stupid coward here is what they are. Are they? but if I'm nothing without you, I do not know what more my name ..
And I feel stupid, too.
And I feel alone, perhaps always have been, or maybe it was before incotrare you ..
I'll be back, why not take it anymore, because I want you.
And I do not care if I hunt, if you do not want to hear my words. Scream if necessary. I will write if sarvirà. if you want to sing ..
How did I not understand before, I love you. You are the only I love, you are the one I want.
You're in my heart, in my head, my own skin.
We are one thing .. Now I know what you mean, now that I'm away from you that love consumes me, as you consume.
I return my love, come back to stay. Forever. Believe me. I will not run again, will not lie to myself.
I love you and I want to tell you ...

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. Marianne Knox. Interior + exterior.

Title: Inn & Out

Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original
Special Song: Numb
Summary: HERE

Character: Marianne Knox, Max Hathaway, Hilary Swan (cited)

Prompt: 4Interiorità # + # 5Esteriorità

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned.

List: TABLE

Notes: Hilary is the "Capetta" of the school; Max and his younger sister have just moved, Marianne is the age of the sister of Max and Hilary

Inn & Out

was so damn easy to see from outside Marianne .

She did nothing to stop it for, absolutely nothing.

He could stop running away into the night , to run barefoot in wet grass, to play football with boys - the strange critters Hilla that were so scared.

moment She could erase those mechès lilac and electric blue, come to school with her beautiful hair ebony collected a modest and anonymous ponytail.

There were so many things that could - should - do seem to think it was only normal for the stomach.

But it's too stupid, we said to each other those smart enough to not be different.

Max had come to school as if he had always lived there. And everyone had breathed a sigh of relief to see that no two Boys the city would be able to scratch the rest of high school - or at least one of the two there was trying .

Unlike dell'irrequieta sister had not aroused much interest, making just one of them.

Max, who had been there for a few hours although no one remembered, Marianne had seen her once.

Oh, yes.

He realized that he could take notes in class and draw together - for the simple fact that he drew in notes - and that you always sat at table with those who were left alone.

remembered all in the true sense of the word sense. And not just history lessons.

His face was definitely the most beautiful he had ever seen and that without that trick almost carnivalesque his classmates would have a lot to envy.

Although it was not exactly the same thing I saw others.

He noticed that after some time, Marianne was so good at distracting the other that no one was aware of who or how he really was. Still could not understand why, but his mind could already imagine the day when that little girl and astounding would claim rightful place as the undisputed queen of that place.

was ready to bet that not a soul would be ready.

E 'right smart, no doubt about it, had noted to himself, while Marianne mangy kitten playing with a few feet away, pretending not to see his backpack that had been inadvertently pushed in the fountain for some nice companion.

Max could not help wondering if she had left us to regard the book that Hillary had lent her.

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Finally ..

Dopo settimane e settimane che aspettavo, finalmente ieri è arrivato il grande giorno.
Nonostante le mie precedenti due esperienze dal vivo ieri mattina, prima di partire per la volta di Bassano d/G (VI), mi sentivo morire dalla paura e dall'agitazione.
Cantare una canzone davanti to 70 and people pass me die, especially if they are friends of friends and relatives .. u_u
Fortunately, with tension, fear and excitement, I downloaded the song (too low to sing for me) all the anger built up that day for the various events that happened in the end .. the end is served to something ..: D

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Dear Berlusconi,
how many times these days we have heard you say "Go Italy" or phrases like . A lot. I naturally like to offer on this question that came just as spontaneously as ever, she loves her country so much (and I also turn to his dear friend Bossi, who loves his dear Padania + anything else) when he needed medical treatment has gone strictly to the best hospitals outside Italy?
Although the answers are already given me, unfortunately I will stay forever in doubt.

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Dear Berlusconi,
how much time, we listen HIM says "Go Italy" or similar stuff? Too much. About this naturally I ask him: Why he That much to love His Kingdom [(...)] When he needed medical treatment of He Went to the best hospital out of Italy?
I just tell me to my answer, But I'll Remain with "Why" for ever.

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mikysharp @ 2009-07-20T18: 09:00


The past is gone now,
people who have lost, are lost.
Open your eyes on this
see people who are at your side,
stop turning. Grab this

and live it with those who now loves you

--------------------------- -------------------------------------

The past is just pass,
That You people Have lost, are lost.
Open your eyes and look on people present
That you are next, stopping
look back. Take
present
Pople living with it and, now, love you .

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WE ARE TRUE Skinhead

WE skinheads ... ANTIRACIST WE ARE!
With this statement, we talk about the skinhead reality, too often distorted and manipulated (by the media, by well-meaning and sometimes by the same "alternative") associated with racism and fascism. FALSE! We skins not born in the ranks of the parties or between the nostalgic REICH! Our style, our history, was born in the street between the warm notes of Jamaican music and develops in London pubs of the '60s. Born from the encounter of cultures and RUDE BOY MOD, grows with the frustration of a long week of work at the factory, passing football in the stands, lives in the hearts and hearts of those who honestly and passionately supports the colors of their team. Our culture could not exist without the love of music "black" (reggae, ska, rocksteady, soul ...), without love for beer, soccer and fun, but First we rebel and always deeply hate all forms of racism, as is the antithesis of
skinhead culture. We therefore feel unbearable any kind of mental or cultural association between the definition of skinheads and all that is fascism. We hear today more than ever the need to create a real scene, strong and united ... We want to bring our culture to the streets, squares, stadiums, pubs. Our goal is to chase the germs from our racist culture, and our average life ...
AMPHIBIANS AND BRACES WE BELONG! Fascism must be delivered to the saddest pages of history ... THERE 'A STYLE TO REMEMBER ... THERE 'A PAST THAT NO ONE CAN' CHANGE!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- English version

WE ARE SKINHEAD..WE ARE ANTIRACIST!
With this assertion to tell of skinhead true, lot of time wrong by mass media, nazi-fascist, and sometime by "alternative people" too, associate at racism or fascism. WRONG! We skins don't born betwen lines of politician or REICH's nostalgic! Our style, our life, our story, born in the street, betwen hot jamaican music and develop into the london pub of '60. To born of the meeting of subcultures MOD and RUDE BOY, grow with the frustration of one work week into the fabbric, pass on football terraces, live in the cours and in the hearts who support onestlly and with passion the colour of one's football team. Our subculture not able to exist, without "black" music love (reggae, ska, rocksteady..), without beer love, football ad fun, but first we always revolt and hate all kind of racism, because is the antithesis of skinhead culture. So we retain insopportable all tipo of mental association or cultural betwen definitions or skinhead and all thing that are fascism. We feel now the need to create a true scene, strong and unity.. We want take back our culture in the streets, in the squares, in the stadiums, in the pubs. Our aim is DRIVE OUT nazist germ from our culture and from our life...
BOOTS AND BRACES IS OURS. Nazifascism must deliver to more sad page of story. THERE IS A STYLE MUST REMEMBER..THERE IS A PAST THAT ANYONE CAN CHANGE!

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Because we - part of those we have lost ..

Stand Up and running. It does not matter where, no matter what .. But picking up speed, do not look back ago. Otherwise you will again hit the wall on which the bright paint on the gray surface of the flaky says: do not run away from yourself ..
We will always be such who we are and it is not necessary to believe in global change of personality. There may be flashes of something unusual for us, maybe the love that makes us better .. But all this is temporary. Ultimately, we will have to die alone, just as we were born. This makes little sense, it is not in any way. The important thing is that have always been a healthy balance between conscience and duty and desire. Everything else is probably a breeze ..

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Court of Miracles. Gringoire. Original

COURT OF MIRACLES
GRINGO

01.	"And it goes up to the stars."	02.	"With music and words he sang what love is."	03.	"Today is the day to come."	04.	"He lives and dies in the love him."	05.	"Moon Light and alone."
06.	"Look how they love dies."	07.	"Everything the universe is his immense love. "	08.	"But here the roaring heart of the human beast."	09.	"Look with what pain you die of love down here."	10.	"Every little thing will kill the big ones."

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. Ocean Blue Avarice. Original

Title: Never trust unuseful days

Author: Hikary

Fandom: Original

Character: Blue Ocean

Prompt: # 4 Avarice

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count:

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned. Anything that is not mine not mine U_U.

List: TABLE

Notes: ultimaaaaaaa *_____* I and myself, we congratulate me XD *

Ca ... fly apart, the nickname of the Ocean is inspired by his favorite pg, Lindsay Monroe in CSI NY, as the phrase comes from the same series, more ; specifically from 3x24 Snow Day. The other nickname is inspired, alas, Naruto. The title is inspired by a phrase fa-vo-lo-sa film Entrapment, "Never trust a naked woman" (L).

~ Never trust unuseful days.

We Do not Need to Have a reson ...

We do not need anything , we're just wasting time

.

Who knows - Avril Lavigne

Ocean slowly opened one eye, then the other. Calmly stretched, gave him a few kicks in

air, just to be sure that his legs were still there, and finally got up off the couch. How would

said his B. after such an afternoon nap just two and a half hours sleep beautiful, beautiful sleep!

snorted, annoyed.

L ' futility of that rainy autumn day was clear, so she judged it useless sufficiently to be spent unnecessarily on MSN.

Unbelievable but true, he found almost no one. Nobody, apart from Mr.

He thought long and hard before starting a conversation: one was one of the few friends who talked willingly using the Infernal Machine affectionate nickname of the messenger; hand trembled at the thought of sitting through the umpteenth conference Naruto Madara and Pain-something-nonsoché . Or worse, a pretty sickly sweet ode to the love of his life.

Yes, because GossipGirl-calling was not passed in time, in fact, deteriorated visibly. It was as if every day the face of Ocean became more and more reassuring, and she was increasingly popular for small to large denominations anyone who needed to talk a bit ', without fearing the consequences of his outburst.

- You. Sei. A. Santa. - Marta had marked, that very morning.

And she, like every time he had embarrassed smile, avoiding looking into his eyes A., worth an explosion of uncontrollable laughter.

Holy her ... but why?

Why listened with patience, everyone, even when everyone would pull the neck to your partner?

Why had that little face so tender, the eyes large and innocent so shamelessly?

Why do not bear malice, since she could always see the glass half full and laughing, always laughing, making others laugh with her?

This was one of the subjects preferred by the Honourable: but you , she said, as hell do not have problems?

And he got angry, even! But

have problems - problems of everyday life, because real problems were far from reckless bunch of sixteen year olds who were - it was just a matter of mind, and she had plenty of them, but could have them slip on, most times at least. The secret was all about showing others only the better part of himself, taking the worst for the moments of solitude.

So, to force others not to worry with their own troubles, ended up not even think about it yourself.

MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:

Hey Mr! How are you?

Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:

Ah, but then your PC has not exploded as I thought ...

MontanaGirl X x ~ Batman ¤ ¤ ¤ lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:

funny! I know that this stupid program sucks precious time and crash the computer. He has a kind of refusal to MSN, I can not explain ... Maybe he wants to protect me!

Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:

Absolutely. As your sofa, which is falling are those who say bad words.

X MontanaGirl Batman lover ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ . Enjoy your Snow Day writes:

Forget my divanuccio! It is true however, is a very sensitive mobile, him.

Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:

I understand, we fly over. Rather, I have an important topic ... Did you see the range as the was tacked on, this worm disgusting??

Ocean took a deep breath and prepared for the virtual conference.

a person could use its unique "smile and nod" pretending to be very interested in, the phone was enough to some condescending. On the damn messenger instead, even was wasted in a series of eloquent emoticons to show sympathy to the national mourning - that she , the beloved, it was almost engaged. And not with the Honourable, no no.

MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. enjoy your Snow Day writes:

Oh my dear friend .. oh my trusty companion for outings in comics ...

Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:

Yes, yes, I understand. I'll stop.

MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:

If I were not married to a twenty Hollywood actors sooo jealous, I'd say Daisuki desu.

Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:

Thanks (whatever that means ...).

MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:

Ignorant! You have not started studying a bit 'of giappu as prescribed by the psychologist (ie me)?

Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:

Were not you become a psychiatrist?

MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:

only B. in withdrawal symptoms u_u

Welcoming and praising you for having so ably put by i love dramas middle school, began to talk cheerfully about everything and more.

Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:

silly girl, I thank you today. You made me come back in a good mood.

MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:

You're welcome! It 'basically my job.

Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:

you know ... but after hearing all sorts of nasty business, my you do not need any advice? Do not have a problem, a thought that haunts you, I know ... that something you need to talk? Do not ever feel the need to trust anything?

The girl approached her fingers to the keyboard, uncertain. For one, infinite time, he was tempted to tell what the came into his head for sixteen years, his dreams so desperately beautiful and elusive, of the thousands of secrets that would forever remain so, his mania to solve everything by itself, without admitting any more ... But it was too good to obey me, he stayed because he knew he would soon regret. Knew how to understand, but do not explain to others, and some things belonged to her, only she would never have shared , never . Despite his generosity so famous, was not prepared to grant the deepest part of himself, though it was good to be showing the others.

I best friend myself, this was her first commandment.

MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:

No. None.

stood there, staring at those four syllables.

And for the first time he was grateful to the cold gray window edges, all those phrases in Times so impersonal; thanked her heart the screen that separated them, erasing any possibility of giving life , a real conversation, the same screen that hid his friend - and the world - the strange emotion reflected in her big blue eyes.

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. Ocean Blue Envy.

Title: Pinky and the Brain

Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original

Character: Blue Ocean

Prompt: # 6 Envy

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count: /

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned. Mohinder Suresh , and Elle Bishop Nathan Petrelli as Heroes in general, belong to Tim Craig. Pinky and the Brain, Animaniacs as belong to Warner Bros. Lindsay Monroe is a character from CSI New York, Catherine Willow s Csi-and-sufficient and both are Bukky, Zuccotto & ; company.

List: TABLE

Notes: addition to being the tiniest example of recycling in the economic history of neurons XD, this flash! Fic is set in the middle The School of (remember, I = III High School years), then the group is not yet in the last row, but at first (my fault for sending an idiot to take the seat earlier this year = _ =) and describes a key stage in the life of the Ocean .. indeed, Let's face it, this is an original piece of FanFic, one of the most idiotic-Tattersall-plausible, that there was too good for this prompt!

* I decided to write the full depth of my nickname, because the first time ever I will not go wrong, I too well, so even read XD survive, and secondly because something tells me he does not know the word Internet ( Moreover, there is the Historical Garzantine XD), third because it is too good! It is not an offensive nickname, but a corruption of his surname which is very long! *

the relatives of the "Family" include Ocean as a mother, A. and G. as daughters, B. as sister of the Ocean (wife brother's fictional).

* Ramaurthy Sendhil plays Mohinder Suresh on the television series Heroes. And it is slightly the love of my life * _ *

Pinky and the Brain

The desire to make friends with the ocean in a delayed-average age , between sixteen and sixteen years is around less twelve. After the two kind of acquisitions this year, as if we had not already Fagnani enough, came the announcement from my coordinator heart (or perhaps the heart of B. ... who knows ...) that a third newcomer would join the band.

The fateful day began, so, shit .

G. was for scouts. I will not quote the comment of B. in this regard.

And, as usual, I and A. Both wore the green jersey acid.

was one of those Mondays which are so addicted to Heroes that I could go bump into George Clooney without realizing it. I was sitting at my desk, still groggy and half Elle Bishop if I have to say it all. I stared at the bench G. so convinced that would materialize at any moment, that when ball with his usual grace morning (but found almost any time of day) told us that the lesson could begin, and consequently, who was not in class would have been sent with a football in this way to copy by hand the Historical Garzantine, all that came out of my mouth was an "ah", and quietly stretched, turned a bit 'to A., a bit' to world, a bit 'over the counter empty even deign to reply.

- Oc, is there anybody home?!? - I called out B., accomodatasi to his desk.

Normally, if G. is absent (which happens about twice a year), I call a place occupying the bench G..

voice B. came a little 'late. I had just quit the role of my Heroes of the heart, when the door opened. With a quick calculation, theorized that Edo was a bit 'soon, because the number one champion of late not bother to re-timetable extremis least eight zero five even with ball.

- Good morning. And 'This is the IE? -

ball forty-five degrees to rotate the head and peered at the newcomer through round spectacles.

I almost expected a "Identify yourself!" Would not at all out of tune with his style.

- Are you? -

- Bose. The new one. -

I directed my ears. What kind of name was Bose?

*** The idea that someone could have a last name like that I had never touched. And even though I would never have admitted, even under torture, it was getting in the way My sweetbreads, as Dad calls it, hope. Hope that the world was someone with a name such as to overshadow the coupled ocean Dura Blue, eh? ***

L 'Cute Little man squinted at the register and nodded to Mr. Bose . They came in quietly, smiling like a fashion show. There were several empty tables, a couple at the bottom, to Edo and the first bank to G.. All taken from the study of the newcomer (and indeed foreign damn equal to a one unidentified), I felt the warm reception he received from the back, already ready to make friends. Instead, turn your back to the chair, swerved to the right.

And hell, I've always said and I repeat: I'm not awake . I tried a leap into the Family, but Mr. Bose quickly slipped into the empty, separating from B..

- Hello. - Smiled at me even happier than before.

- Hello ... - Muttered desperately, trying in vain look in-law.

I watched carefully.

- Do you mind if I sit here? -

tilted a little 'head.

Oh God I'm a monster. This poor guy comes from nowhere, does not know anyone and I am treating you like crap!

- No, I figured. -

And so, suddenly, I asked.

- What's your name? -

For the first time in my life, I was deliberately exposing Supreme humiliation. Yet I felt that Mr Bose could not have a name worse than mine. Math.

- Sandhil. And you? -

To be honest, I'm not really convinced of that "and you?". Why not just told me his name, Sandhil , ossignoreiddiosantissimo, everything became clear. The curls blacks, semi-dark skin, ever since the fawn eyes that are found naturally. There he was, my profy .

- ... Sandhill as Mohinder? - boccheggiai.

He laughed.

In fact, the full meaning of my sentence was bad. Which they were entitled, for that matter? My situation was so tragic that even ball begins to remember Nathan Petrelli, needless to say what I could combine the unlikely with an Indian accent ( no, it was the suggestion ... that was an American accent! ) and face geneticist. Just missed the word "Virus Shanty" on the forehead.

- Terra Blue-Eyes calls. - Hummed.

- Blue Eyes-who, Gianduiotto?!? -

- Okay, quiet. Peace and love friend. If you do not tell me how you want your name? Paleface? -

Sbuffai.

- My name is Ocean. -

- Pleasure. -

skeptical, narrowed his eyes.

- Ocean. Ocean in English. Got it? -

- I understand Italian, thanks. -

I was almost offended. Why, even a little little little comment on my great name?

- The name Blue Blue as the ocean. - I added.

- Bose. As an Indian scientist. Infinitely more cool. -

- Sandhil your name and you have the surname of a scientist? - I stayed a while to fix it - I suck. - I declared at last.

Sandhil occasions to laugh merrily, while I shook my head and stacked all the contents of the backpack on the counter.

- What are you doing? -

- The Ball-Wall. -

- Aaaah. Sure. -

- He - nodded to the Sergeant Major sat in the chair - and balls. Symbol in code, a ball, of course, bowling blue. -

nodded without making any further questions and rested his elbows on the counter.

- What's happening? - Asked by sickly sweet little voice.

- I do not have the book. Share, Blue Ocean . -

- I'll explain how it works. If the sentence is Ocean, is omitted Blu and vice versa. -

- So I have to call or Blue Ocean? -

- Actually I would prefer Lindsay Monroe, but it 's a bit like. -

- Bah, New York. Stuff to newbies. I'll call Catherine Willows maximum. -

- But well, I see that we speak the same language. -

I smiled once again within three minutes.

- Paleface not good? -

- NO. - I hesitated - I call prof? -

Sandhil point me against his dark iris against which my blue looked more faded than ever.

- Only if I can call you Mignolo. -

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Journeyman. Buttrflies about Dan and red licorice. Original

Tardissimoooooo!

Title: . about Butterflies and red licorice.

Fandom: Journeyman

PG: Dan Vasser, Zac and Caroline Vasser Vasser (mentioned)

Warnings: introspective, dramatic

Words: 251 with quotes.

Notes: set during the end of the penultimate episode, when Dan sees desegno Zac (a butterfly), which is equal to that of Caroline (only changes the color). I only felt pity for that poor girl? It 's really awful when she brings "her dad" the ticket ç_ç

Desclaimer: usual, I deserve that do not possess Journeyman and there gain nothing.

. about * Butterflies and red licorice.

[I've done this in school. It 's a butterfly.]

seems fake.

Unreal.

While you runs against the design to show, you have the impression of speaking with a ghost.

put my hand on the end of the spectrum, encompassing the spectrum. And no matter how true it is his body close to yours, her childish voice and affectionate: she is not .

[Are you crazy?]

Caroline is not real.

Caroline is not your daughter.

E ' then who is?

[No I know. Excuse me. I should not do so.]

If there's anything wrong with that reality, it's you.

No, not an error.

Dan delete it, delete the unknown and take back your son.

Why is not real .

[You know what I do when I get mad?

Sometimes I start to scream and sometimes I think of red licorice.]

Do not you wonder what will happen After fixing things up.

If a family has a life, if still exist, somewhere, a Caroline Vasser.

Just do not care. You swore to forget that life scary false, not to talk to anyone who is not Livia.

You swore to forget her face.

And you did very well, you said goodbye without a second thought.

Erased from Sotra, erased from your mind.

As if it never existed, except in that butterfly drawn by Zac, who seems to laugh, mocking, it seems to make fun of you.

[Red Licorice?]

God, no .. do not make me think of her.

Red Licorice .. red licorice ..

And here, his face is almost gone again.

[See, it works!]

[END]

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. Marianne Knox. Who?.

Tonight in the mood to post XD

Title : Who the hell are you?
Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original
Acronym: Prince Valiant
Summary: HERE

Character: Marianne Knox, Winner Jacob, Max (this)

Prompt: Who? # 76

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count:

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned.

Lista:  TABELLA

Note: non è chiaro neanche a me chi cavolo sia Marianne xD In pratica Marianne, la ragazzina identica alla principessa Evelyne, è l'apprendista del Mago ( una specie di equivalente di Merlino a Camelot) e Jacob fino alla fine è convinto che la regina sappia la verità su quella che non puo' essere solo una bizzarra coincidenza. Ma puo' anche darsi che lo sia...


 

 

Who the hell are you?!

 

Who are you?

Beware.

sat silent and motionless. Maybe he believed in the words of your teacher, or maybe you simply resigned. But his sguado, that you do not spring.

By the way his gray eyes studying your lien, every centimeter of your figure, you know who is upset. Confused. Scared .

Instead you laugh, because that is the face that are a bit 'all, the first time.

Who the hell are you?

Here t'ignora hours and looks away, like a script.

Damn predictable. You must have

wrong about him, Jacob Winner is just like all the others. Or at least, behaves the same, so banal.

may pretend, of course.

It could not pretend at all.

The most likely hypothesis is that we are still torturing in trying to answer that question,

who you are, who you are, who you are!

Or maybe - and this would be a big problem - knows exactly who you are.

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Journeyman. Dan Out of Control. Original

I think it's time to add the tag Journeyman . I was really passionate about this show. In fact it is finished.


Title: Out of Control

Fandom: Journeyman

PG: Dan Vasser, a vague allusion to Dan / Livia (a real bastardy in reality).

Warnings: introspective dramatic

Words: 194

Notes: now the whole world makes me sick, so they will not be happy notes. Point one, Joureyman is over and GrandeFratello continues. And this is proof that divine justice if you give a damn highly of television. Second, the only thing there was the final . Because there is nothing positive that is over Journeyman è_é Third and last, were two wonderful episodes that inspired me about forty-six FanFic; for now I post one.

Desclaimer: creators Journeyman not deserve it at all, but it is theirs. Do not earn enough and I have closed ç_ç I love him so much, we do not gain anything, but I continue to write.

Out of Control.

It 's the feeling of being completely out of control.

The folly of time travel, see the story flow moment by moment, back and forth.

Always.

Sometimes it is the sense of helplessness, of 'relentlessness of time, you fear that your trip, when desperate, can not save them all.

E 'terror of making a mistake - because 've seen what happens, you saw that nothing is more valuable in front of a stupid camera - , touching an object that was not touched to recognize a face that would not have wanted to see.

E 'nostalgia for Kathy when you are gone, the memory of Livia when you come home.

A swing of centuries.

Breathless.

It 's your life - what kind of life worthy of the name would be yours?

's really a gift or a curse rather than a privilege or a condemnation?

E 'Zac save or kill Caroline?

ever gonna stop?, would wonder, and when will it end?

But you interested in how the .

In that year, that life will take you to an end.

already know Dan, and FOSE has always known: it's meant to continue.

Your gift, your call.

Your trip.

[END]

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. Marianne Knox. Start. Original

Title: L 'Altalena

Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original
Acronym: A staple for dreaming, a staple for change
Summary: HERE

Character: Marianne Knox, Max Hathaway

Prompt: # 1 Top

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count:

Desclaimer: characters of this story is under the exclusive property of the undersigned.

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Notes: Marianne does not initially have much power over Elizabeth, but in the course of history strengthens his mind.

The Swing

The first time I had felt I had been living on the swing.

beginning did not understand why Ellie would go - but in any event, could also possibly object? - had simply obeyed, as always.

had merely let the legs hang down, twisting his fingers around the strings worn out and wondering if that tree was aware of support two girls, not a , and if you would have dropped from too much weight.

I wonder if Ellie would hurt ..

But one afternoon she returned, alone, because he was going.

Why had he decided - and this was very, very for her.

He felt the wind on the face, his face, he was left clinging mess stronger hair will not fall, while still pushing the swing to the sky, eyes closed, concentrating. And the hair was

blacks, hands red with the effort.

He saw only the blue and green on her lawn when it dropped its head back, almost touching the ground with his nose. ;

long, looking up, crossed a different blue - the sky more beautiful, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before - and a smile that he could not define.

The moment he saw Max, he sensed that he would be the cause of all, the ruin of his destiny.

And for the second time in his life he decided, decided the fate, at that time, she did not care at all.

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. Ocean Blue Wrath.

Title: From the Gospel according Me

Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original

Character: Ocean Blue, Sendhil, G., Prof. P.

Prompt: # 1 Ira

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count: 841

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned. Sex and the Latin (SPINN -off of "Sex and the Greek ) is a television series D'Aze Channel created by me and its members, the title is equivalent to scrub die U_U The quote belongs to the protagonist, my Latin teacher.

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Notes: the pain that caused me not to write the name and the nickname of my beloved teacher is indescribable, but I decided that his nickname is too recognizable. I have avoided phrases that I had to use my name because it was too for me to use Ocean (the way my name is out with his spectacular voice is XD). I feel more stupid to use the original, but what can I do.
* all of this is very Sciascia * __ * *
a bit 'of details about the characters (being pg original guess sometimes be a little' hard to follow):

1. They attend the First High School, the third year and the story takes place in the second quarter;
2. Sendhil came in the second quarter, while Ocean and her friends known for three years;
3. Sendhil is of Indian origin but has lived in New York because her mother is American, so it's pretty scuoro (that is often called the Ocean giianduiotto, chocolate typical of Turin, where the story takes place);
4. In high school classical philosophy begins in high schools, so it is a new subject;
5. I threw a look at the notes on philosophy, but not trust the quote XD

. From the Gospel according to Me

"If you do it in a theme is an error ,

if he does an author in a work is a figure of speech. "

Sex and the Latin, Season 2

Now I get angry, now I get angry and how!

The prof will hate the'll hate like no one has ever done. I feel that already I can not see ..

Sendhil gently laid a hand on the chocolate brown little head workplaces.

-, courage .. - He whispered.

- Shhh, do not distract. Otherwise fails to get angry! - Chuckled G. .

she was sitting next to ocean, to the right of the friend. He laughed, with his smirk a bit 'annoying and never evil that blue-eyed girl had learned to love.

But at that moment was in no mood for sentimentality.

- Instead I get angry when I want! - Blurted out piccata.

- What do you get angry with P. ? It would be the joke of the century! -

And again, to laugh like crazy.

- E hours - s 'intervened' s Nice Little man in the chair, with his sharp voice that penetrated even into your bones - you can bring report cards, school report and stuff. -

Ocean growled something rising for the second time.

- because a minute ago when I brought the report card, did not work, right?! - managed to hiss in the ears of Sendhil, more irritated than ever.

He walked through the hall and stood in front of the professor. He reached out quickly to foil, as if he wanted to return to his post as soon as possible.

- Very good. - Scandia P. .

Ocean was a little startled. The man's smile was always tending to the sadist, because that part of his personality was too developed after years and years of teaching not to emerge in every gesture, but the girl you took a note with amusement, not as common in his beloved teacher. He found himself sketching

a smile in return, all nervous and sincere.

He told her very well.

He had a smile!

Two things most unique and rare, two stupid and small privileges that filled her with pride.

Why Ocean, said what he wanted, with Professor P. would never, ever angry.

went against his nature.

- Mamma mia what frenzy! - Sendhil snickered.

- Put It, too?! -

- Resigned - s' interjected G. - So we know that whatever he does will always be your your myth .. the legend - added in a voice a little 'higher, winking at B..

came from the bench before a response is not particularly refined.

Ocean laughed and touched the shoulder of B. as a sign of solidarity.

- Why all this love for P. ? - Asked the boy.

- It 's a long story .. - Began G. .

- .. that will tell you the range! Start philosophy, I want to silence religious. You are about to find the sight of my notebooks! -

For the umpteenth time, he found himself surrounded by the ocean convulsions of laughter of two friends.

further irritate and opened the legendary blue notebook, the biggest photocopied class since he had discovered his vocation to the notes of philosophy, and psychologically prepared to write two hours of recovery.

And, inevitably, his eyes landed on her A., thrown across the classroom.

am angry with you Father, I am angry with you! You've moved

A. and therefore never forgive you!

gritted his teeth and finally began to feel some anger make their way into his stomach. It lasted nearly half a minute, which for her was not bad at all ... then P. I shot a big Inter so that the face of pseudo-rabies became a healthy Juventina grinned along with the faction of the class.

the usual!

- You know what really makes me angry? -

- What? -

- The sense of superiority of prof. He moved to A. us for the fun of spite, because he is the Supreme Leader and we are his devoted slaves. Well, maybe not devotees ... -

- And then the lie that young people have an inferiority complex .. - Sendhil muttered.

- This is a valid reason to hate him. -

- Ah ah. - He nodded condescendingly.

- So I hate him. You see, I hate him! -

- Ah ah. -

- Stop me reason as if I were a poor fool! -

- Ha ha ... Ouch! You know that book does it hurt?! -

- Of course, chemistry is . -

As the boy rubbed his aching head, Ocean began to write.

- .. non-philosophers can distinguish right from wrong but they know also that they must be guided by the philosophers who know what is good in itself .. - P. remained on hold for a moment, then continued - .. as you must be guided by me, because think you can tell from a place that fosters your attention and one that will distract .. - Twenty-four

Smilies distorted the teacher looked stunned.

- Fuck .. - Sendhil snapped, triggering a series of convulsive laughter at the back of the class.

- And this from where he pulled out? -

- From the Gospel according to him course. -

- Eh? -

- The Gospel According to him . Every teacher has one and from there draws for all sentences of effect. -

- The Gospel according to him? -

- O Gospel According to Me , said at first. -

- Horrible. - Ruled the boy.

- awesome. - Added G. .

- My music teacher, in middle school, we read about all the lessons. -

- And he scrivessimo one too? -

- Failed. -

- Why? -

- Because we are only scum in comparison to them, we students. -

- And where is written this beautiful bullshit? -

Ocean shrugged.

- In the Gospel according They suppose. -

[END]