Una historia llena de pasión como ninguna otra que de seguro te dejara sin palabras.La historia más inesperada de todos los tiempos.
Screams. Bangs. Music. Horror type? More like “I’m going to kill you, let me play music to keep me focus on your death.” I feel strapped down onto an old wooden chair. I couldn’t specifically tell what it was since I was blinded with almost like black rubber tape. It smelt gross and made me sicker into my stomach then I already was. I could see something things but only my thighs and the chair, possibly some of the floor, but it were hard to see. But it wasn’t just because of the weird smelly tape, it was also because I was blinded myself in a way. My vision was blurry, and it would be perfectly HD for a minute, then fuzzy. I tried to move, shake, anything to try to get out of the chair or even move it. But no, it was, as well, tied down but with nails. My whole belt felt chained up with massive amount of belt straps. I felt them around my wrists, my elbows, my neck, my head, my legs, knees, almost every inch of my body. I was sore, wasn’t sure if it was because it was so tight on me plus the addition of how many were on me, but maybe because I was possibly abused before anything. My mind was swirling and became more blurry as every word I’m speaking inside my head. My mouth had something metal, tighten around towards my whole jawline, it was huge enough to nearly covered my face. I wasn’t exactly sure what to call it, but I know it was used as a mask for an execution for a prisoner if they wished to be dead this way. Was this going to happen to me? Did I even ask for death so soon? I was only soon to be 18, I don’t deserve to end my life now, especially when I don’t understand what’s even happening to me.
"it hurts like hell to be torn apartand it hurts like hell to be thrown around"
تکنیک های کاهش استرس برای سخنرانی در جمع چندین سال پیش من به یک سخنرانی عمووم ی فرسوتاده شودم و متاسوفانه اشتباه کردم و دعوت را پذیرفتم .به عنوان یک دانش آموز به شودت دربواره ا یو ن رویداد هول داشتم و هر شب خواب می دیدم که در زمان سخنرانی هیچ مطلبو ی به خاطرم نمی آید . سه روز قبل از سخنرانیم هر چقدر تولاش موی نموودم و هور چقودر تمور ین می کردم فایده ای نداشت و وقتی می ، خواستم شوروع بوه صوحبت کوردن نموا یم نفسم می تا اینکوه ، اما عاقبت روز مقرر فرا رسید و هیچ اتفاق بدی نیفتاد ، گرفت اکثر افراد بوه مون گفتوه ، نظرات برخی از حاضرین در جلسه به من انتقال یافت بودند: به نظر می ، انقدر نگرانی نیاز نیست رسید تو هر جملوه را بوه خواطر اسوترس زیادی که داشتی با دقت به حافظه سپرده بودی و همین موضوع سبب می شد در حین صحبت هایت بسیار مصنوعی و حتی شبیه یک عروسک خیمه شب بازی به نظر بیایی .رفتارت بسیار ماشینی بود و شبیه یک گوینده اخبار شود ه بوود ی کوه خبرها را از روی نمایشگر مقابلش می خواند . 155 جالب است بدانیو د در طوول یو ک سوال و نو یم گذشوته مون در حودود سخنرانی و ارائه داشته ام و اوضاع برای من به شکل قابول تووجه ی تغییو ر کورده است . هنوز هم پیش از برخی از این سخنرانی های عمومی قودر ی دچوار اضوطراب می شوم
'Follow your dreams,' as the saying goes. But in this story, it was the other way around-the dream followed the dreamer. The frightening reality is...it was a dream of death and it shadowed him up to his very last breath.
Freut euch auf Kurzgeschichten mit Charakteren aus Go, Go Galaxy, Ares, Orion und dem Original. Vor allem werde ich auf die Familien der Charaktere und ihre Verhältnisse zu ihnen eingehen.Manchmal werden die Charaktere out of character sein und ich werde Familienmitglieder erfinden.
она была терпилой.../og budaфанфик написан по мотиву девочки из тт:payloveu
Ivory Smith a regular teenage girl with a normal life. Trying to pass senior year like everyone else until she catches the eye of the famous 'golden boy' Luke Winters. I guess this year won't be so normal after all.Read to found out more about their journey..._Cover made by @xxRomaeReginaxx ❤️
Annabeth Chase thought she was done with all the quests. It turns out, she was wrong. A weird dream turns into a full-blown quest to save someone she doesn't even know (or like), and uncover the thief.*Nine descendants of godly powerWill find the traitor and overpowerThe trapped one set free by a servant scaredAnd destruction shall be declaredThe essential one will free the pawnAnd it shall be a brand new dawn* All of the characters belong to Rick RiordanWritten from Annabeth's point of view. Book 1 in the Annabeth Chase series.