Note: This was done as a dare from one of my friends. >.> I don't like writing, and I'm really not into romance, so this is going to be a real challenge for me. This will turn out horrible, I can tell. o3o
She shivers, and wraps her scarf around herself a bit tighter. A few snowflakes delicately falls from the grey sky, a few of them landed on her long, thick lashes.
She glances wistfully out into the horizon. He will be here soon, o so she hopes. She comes here every week, no matter the weather, hoping to see him again. It had been three full years already, since he left. She'd promised she would be waiting for him every Sunday, in the place where they first met.
...But she was starting to have her doubts. It was already over three full years, and he still hadn't returned. She had decided... that today will be the last día she will wait for him. It pained her to make the decision, but what were the chances that he'd ever come back after being gone for three long years? All her hope had been lost.
She closes her eyes and shuffles her feet. She supposes that she'd go back inicial soon. After all, it seemed like it had gotten a little más chilly. A cold wind picks up, and she wraps her capa tighter around her body.
...Maybe it's best that she left now.
She turns around and begins her journey home.
Crunch.
She freezes, stopping herself mid-step, and whips her head around towards the sound. In the dark blackness of the shadows, she can see a shadowy silhouette of a person.
"W-Who's there?" she asks, fear beginning to settle into her stomach. There is a long pause that seems to drag on for hours, until finally the person steps out of the shadows.
Her eyes widen and she lets out a small gasp. It's him. He's barely recognizable though, as his face is marked with a variety of scars.
She stares. Is it really him? Is this a dream, o is this reality? She slowly walks towards him, and places a gloved hand on his face.
"You... tu came back," she says in a hoarse, quiet voice, as she draws her hand away.
He doesn't say anything, he just nods. She could see that he was blinking back tears.
They stay in silence once more, until he speaks.
"I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for having to let tu wait."
She looks deep into his eyes, and she could see he's actually crying. She could tell he means it, with all his heart. A mixed emotion rushes through her, and she throws herself into his arms.
"I forgive you," she murmurs, tears rolling down her cheeks. "As long as you're here, I'm happy." Slowly, she leans adelante, hacia adelante and kisses him softly on the lips. "Promise me that tu won't leave me again," she says as soon as they part.
"I promise."
She lets out a big smile, and presses her lips against his again.
"Good. Now let's get home, shall we?"
He smiles, and grabs her hand. "Let's go."
They walk together hand in hand through the grey night, their spirits lifted, as they make their journey home.
Note: Gog, this was embarrassing. And it makes me grimace. Dx What the hell did I just write?! I swear to god that my brain just fucking broke from escritura this. -_- And it's shitty too, even though I used my brain really hard. It's like my brain just burned out o something. u_u Anyways, since I didn't actually put much details in, I guess any of tu Fanfiction writers can use this, as long as tu credit me. o3o (Lol, who am I kidding, this is HORRIBLE. xDDD)
She shivers, and wraps her scarf around herself a bit tighter. A few snowflakes delicately falls from the grey sky, a few of them landed on her long, thick lashes.
She glances wistfully out into the horizon. He will be here soon, o so she hopes. She comes here every week, no matter the weather, hoping to see him again. It had been three full years already, since he left. She'd promised she would be waiting for him every Sunday, in the place where they first met.
...But she was starting to have her doubts. It was already over three full years, and he still hadn't returned. She had decided... that today will be the last día she will wait for him. It pained her to make the decision, but what were the chances that he'd ever come back after being gone for three long years? All her hope had been lost.
She closes her eyes and shuffles her feet. She supposes that she'd go back inicial soon. After all, it seemed like it had gotten a little más chilly. A cold wind picks up, and she wraps her capa tighter around her body.
...Maybe it's best that she left now.
She turns around and begins her journey home.
Crunch.
She freezes, stopping herself mid-step, and whips her head around towards the sound. In the dark blackness of the shadows, she can see a shadowy silhouette of a person.
"W-Who's there?" she asks, fear beginning to settle into her stomach. There is a long pause that seems to drag on for hours, until finally the person steps out of the shadows.
Her eyes widen and she lets out a small gasp. It's him. He's barely recognizable though, as his face is marked with a variety of scars.
She stares. Is it really him? Is this a dream, o is this reality? She slowly walks towards him, and places a gloved hand on his face.
"You... tu came back," she says in a hoarse, quiet voice, as she draws her hand away.
He doesn't say anything, he just nods. She could see that he was blinking back tears.
They stay in silence once more, until he speaks.
"I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for having to let tu wait."
She looks deep into his eyes, and she could see he's actually crying. She could tell he means it, with all his heart. A mixed emotion rushes through her, and she throws herself into his arms.
"I forgive you," she murmurs, tears rolling down her cheeks. "As long as you're here, I'm happy." Slowly, she leans adelante, hacia adelante and kisses him softly on the lips. "Promise me that tu won't leave me again," she says as soon as they part.
"I promise."
She lets out a big smile, and presses her lips against his again.
"Good. Now let's get home, shall we?"
He smiles, and grabs her hand. "Let's go."
They walk together hand in hand through the grey night, their spirits lifted, as they make their journey home.
Note: Gog, this was embarrassing. And it makes me grimace. Dx What the hell did I just write?! I swear to god that my brain just fucking broke from escritura this. -_- And it's shitty too, even though I used my brain really hard. It's like my brain just burned out o something. u_u Anyways, since I didn't actually put much details in, I guess any of tu Fanfiction writers can use this, as long as tu credit me. o3o (Lol, who am I kidding, this is HORRIBLE. xDDD)
This is important to horror fans and collectors alike because as Child's Play series fans we are extremely limited in choice as far as accurate replicas go and are forced to pay ridiculous amounts of money for one replica usually of foreign origin because every single worth while piece created for this film is of limited release and considered extremely rare. It's not right for fans of the series to have to pay 2,000 average for a replica and one from 5 years hace at that. We want a "to scale" accurate replica of Chucky from the original Child's Play films in his unstitched form.
Please sign this petition, it'd mean a lot to me!: link
Please sign this petition, it'd mean a lot to me!: link
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick césped, hierba beneath my paws.
“The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark lobo exclaimed enthusiastically, his pelaje, piel flickering like shadows, “No lobo will stop us!”
I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack división, split in four!
“Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
“No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
“This is pointless! tu cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to mover now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.
1.Determine how many times a week tu eat o want to eat chocolate. It must be a number between 1 and 10, including 1 o 10.
Let's say tu eat chocolate 8 times a week (we won't tell).
2.Multiply that number por 2.
8 x 2 = 16
3.Add 5 to the anterior result.
16 + 5 = 21
4.Multiply that por 50.
21 x 50 = 1050
5.Add the current año (Gregorian).
1050 + 2011 = 3061
6.Subtract 250 if you've had a birthday this year. If tu haven't had a birthday this year, subtract 251.
(Let's say your birthday hasn't passed yet.)
3061 - 251 = 2810
7.(Assuming tu were born in 1975...)
2810 - 1975 = 835
8.You'll end up with a 3 o 4 digit number. The last two digits are your age (if you're under 10 years old there will be a zero before your age). The remaining one o two digits will be the number of times per week tu eat o want chocolate (the number tu specified in the first step).
8 pieces of chocolate a week, 35 years of age.
Let's say tu eat chocolate 8 times a week (we won't tell).
2.Multiply that number por 2.
8 x 2 = 16
3.Add 5 to the anterior result.
16 + 5 = 21
4.Multiply that por 50.
21 x 50 = 1050
5.Add the current año (Gregorian).
1050 + 2011 = 3061
6.Subtract 250 if you've had a birthday this year. If tu haven't had a birthday this year, subtract 251.
(Let's say your birthday hasn't passed yet.)
3061 - 251 = 2810
7.(Assuming tu were born in 1975...)
2810 - 1975 = 835
8.You'll end up with a 3 o 4 digit number. The last two digits are your age (if you're under 10 years old there will be a zero before your age). The remaining one o two digits will be the number of times per week tu eat o want chocolate (the number tu specified in the first step).
8 pieces of chocolate a week, 35 years of age.
1. Leaving holes in the backstory.
As learned from Marty Chan, the human imagination is not only the most beautiful place in the world, it can also be the most horrific. If a person leaves some el espacio empty (ex: "Tara disappeared after the encounter and was never heard from again....") , your mind will immediately fill it in, your imagination coming up with the most grisly scenario possible....
2. Waiting a REALLY long time for the killer/ monster to mostrar up.
The person becomes bored and even slightly drowsy, which makes them más vulnerable to fear. If the antagonist pops up about halfway through (especially out of nowhere, and at night) they'll jump up as though just awaken from a nightmare. A little humor will definitely help if you're planning on doing this.
As learned from Marty Chan, the human imagination is not only the most beautiful place in the world, it can also be the most horrific. If a person leaves some el espacio empty (ex: "Tara disappeared after the encounter and was never heard from again....") , your mind will immediately fill it in, your imagination coming up with the most grisly scenario possible....
2. Waiting a REALLY long time for the killer/ monster to mostrar up.
The person becomes bored and even slightly drowsy, which makes them más vulnerable to fear. If the antagonist pops up about halfway through (especially out of nowhere, and at night) they'll jump up as though just awaken from a nightmare. A little humor will definitely help if you're planning on doing this.