Baltimore Ravens Sweat Suits

IV - III

[ Author: Night ]

I - II - III - IV - V

Fabienne I had thrown out of bed at seven o'clock to tell me I had to see me in every way by today. Set for six, at the bar of the harbor. I was ahead a few minutes.
He was sitting on one of the wicker chairs arranged around tables outside the bar, summer had just begun. He had a ragged hat with a wide brim. I figured he had a beautiful body, he was a handsome man. I say imagined because he had a long trench to below the knee, although the cotton, I found a bit 'exaggerated view of the season. I noticed that her hands, beautiful and slender, was slightly tanned, she kept her legs crossed and I could see that his ankles, which could be seen under the white pants, had been kissed by the sun. He was motionless with his face towards the sea, beyond the horizon. Dark glasses reflected the sails of boats that sailed in front of the lens and read port. I passed him, I said "Hello." I said, "Have we met?". "Maybe ..." he said "the scent is not new."

I I do not use perfume, said. "Exactly," he said, "That 's why I recognized it immediately." He spoke to me without looking. Do not look at me but I was also observed. Fabienne came, we sat at the next table, I ordered a juice and she used the U.S., probably the fifth or sixth day.
"What's so urgent?"
"You're away, I had to talk order to understand why ..."
"The order of speaking? Look Fabienne, I want to leave. "
" You can not leave now, I remind you that you have sworn. "
" I know, but I am confused, please help me, not me la sento più di andare avanti. Non so più quale vita è la mia veramente. Il sogno e la veglia si incrociano di continuo, e io non so più chi sono… Doveva essere quasi un gioco e invece mi sta consumando.”
Il cameriere arrivò con le bibite, l’occhio gli cadde nella mia scollatura che, da una prima scarsa, in un mese era già una terza abbondante. Imbarazzante, non ci ero abituata: il “davanzale” non è mai stato il mio pezzo forte, gli uomini hanno sempre preferito il mio lato B. Mi aggiustai la camicetta – ormai troppo stretta - sul davanti e incrociai le braccia ma, invece di celare l’insolito gonfiore, ottenni un risultato tipo push up. Il cameriere fece un sorrisino di traverso, drinks and left the receipt and, finally, he rose from the feet.
"Did you talk with your nice, eh?"
"No, I swear. But it is increasingly difficult to hide. She is suffering for me. Lately, when I open my eyes to orient night, he is there looking at me. Is watching me ... This morning I said that I want to know what's going on, is very worried. And I am ... especially now that ... "I glared
Fabienne with her violet eyes
" Now that ... Finish, come on! "
" expecting a baby. "
" Ah ah ah. "
" Why are you laughing, stop, you're making me scared. "
"Well done my child. And he knows it? "
" Forget it. "
" You told or not? "
" No. .. not yet. "
" Do not tell him anything, it's useless. You know what to do. True? "
man at the next table asked us to turn on. Fabienne handed him the lighter. Cigarette smoke tickled my nose and gave me trouble ... to me, that I smoked two packs of cigarettes a day! When the man returned the lighter, she said something quietly, and still did not understand what I did there too if I had other things to think about. Fabienne came back at me, "So?" He asked. I leaned
with the upper body forward, arms resting on the table and his hands clasped.
"Then nothing! Fabienne Listen to me ... I keep it, "shouting the words well spoke and looked straight at me with a firm voice and a courage that I no longer believed to have.
"You know you can not."
"Of course I can, as long as you help me."
"I do not think I can do. It will be good that they'll talk about ... "He began to fumble in your bag. "Here, this is for you," he said "... now I must go."
He handed me a book, old and yellowed. I turned it in his hands, seemed to burn. I looked at the title and began to tremble. "What do you mean?! "I yelled to Fabienne who was already far away. He did not answer. I watched her leave and I felt a deep sense of loss. I had to get up and leave, but decided to stop for a moment to calm down and catch your breath. The warm late afternoon sun caressed my cheeks, roar of the boat just steps from the slight movement of the sea rocked me like a sensual rhythm of the music. I gave up on the chair, let go of his head with his face to the sun, eyes closed and his hands went alone to rest on his stomach still invisible
"You have no choice." My voice came as a whisper, directly ear. I was scared, I had forgotten the presence of man with the hat. I turned abruptly and with a gasp, said: "Please?" I could have sworn that was an inch from my face, but it was still at his table. He turned to me and took off his glasses. As I stood paralyzed at the sight of his eyes empty, lifeless. Oh God! He was blind! The glass in my hand fell to my feet I bent down to pick up the glass and when I raised my head, he was gone. It could not have gone. I looked around and saw him: he was walking towards the end of the marina, between two guys who followed him, head down, one step away.

Chicken Leg Domino Rules

The Blind - Blind

[ Author: Daniel Bloom ]

The - II - III - IV - V

I woke in my bed in a sweat bath fully clothed, with a severe headache. I had done the worst nightmare of my life. The bar of the Truce, the photo of Denise, those guys with the ties and the kind with white eyes. It was not just a hallucinatory dream, this time I had the feeling of having experienced a macabre and surreal.
glanced at the stopwatch: was 24. Christ, I stayed almost two days.
I toured the room and looked in the mirror on the wall. I was unshaven, his hair uncombed. The headache I broke my temples. I entered the room Denise. It was still a mess after the police had come to do the inspections. I still could not figure out who it was reduced in that state. His death was one of the most gruesome things that the human mind could ever conceive. Found in that pool of blood with no eyes. Who could ever reduce it.
Denise. We met three years ago, we were in the library the first time I saw her. Those deep eyes, her soft curly hair and blacks. I had always been so shy to approach girls ... However, his air so smart and sweet he gave me the courage to talk to her.
So different and so similar. The film, literature, la passione per la musica. Fu un amore immediato. Tutti e due tanto insicuri e curiosi. Le prime uscite e poi la convivenza.
Anni bellissimi, passati insieme prima che quella maledetta idea fissa le prendesse anima e corpo.
Denise era stata sempre attratta dal paranormale, io ci avevo sempre scherzato su, però quella sua mania era diventata via via un’ossessione.
Da circa un anno Denise era diversa, quei suoi occhi così dolci avevano acquistato una fissità inquietante.
Non riusciva più che a parlare di ricevere “la luce”. Tutto era iniziato da quel corso di astrologia dove aveva conosciuto Fabienne. Da quello che mi diceva doveva essere una tipa un po’ stramba. Una signora sulla sessantina. Inizialmente I spoke with irony like an old crazy, Denise then began to speak of her as a superior spirit. Those speeches worried me and she stopped talking.
For a while I thought I was cheating. Her delays were more frequent. And then the strange meeting on Tuesday evening which sometimes came back upset.
I thought it was just one of those periods of crisis that sometimes crossed it.
I looked around the house was reduced to a garbage dump. I had to do some 'order, but did not know how to make out.
In a corner of a picture hanging on the wall: the same nightmare. I lost my breath. I noticed that there were at least two days ate nothing. I was trying to reorganize ideas. It was too late to call a few friends. The next day I would not go to the office. It was a week that I did not see. I was thinking of running away.
I could not stay in those conditions. I had to help me move. Do with a reason.
to sleep not even mentioned. I tried a few books on the shelf. There were still books Denise well ordered. My hand were the bulk of the books along with those of economics and psychology a few texts of literature. Denise was the library of books for the most esoteric and parapsychology. Foreign editions publishers overlooked.
I thought of that dream: the bar of the Truce, those strange people looking at me with that unreal. More and more that I thought I had the feeling of having truly lived.
kept almost mesmerized watching the ribs of those volumes. At some point I realized that a book had been put in reverse. It was an old book with the cover yellowed and faded. You could see an enigmatic title: The Blind. A shiver ran through the back.
As in a fever and I opened the first page was written with a shaky and oblique dedication: The crystal of salvation is in the heart of the flame that burns forever, you'll see it in the enclosed sphere of light.
All the dream as a film in slow motion, precise and clear dense, reappeared in my mind.

Diy Spray On Liner For Boats

II - The Blood

The - II - III - IV - V

I've never been convinced that the first meeting took place in a totally random. No, I was not chosen at random. Was something they must know, or perhaps they had guessed. Maybe I already noticed the entrance to the bar or not ...
No. I was already marked by the first, since he got off the bus. Maybe even since I left the house. Yes, maybe that was when they saw my swollen face in despair. And I followed.

I drank alone, standing up, without looking around. I looked at the photos stuck to the wall, covered her entirely as a huge poster. In those pictures the life of the premises had been caught, had lost something of himself, before spending. Something still alive, today.
The photo of Denise was at the center of the collage, I stared at the blood circle of memories. All other revolved around the images, faces mingled and vanished like wisps of smoke. It was clear, firm, with the laughter and the gaze directed at me.
I felt a presence behind me, I turned around. They were two boys, dressed in a too serious for the bars of the Truce: perfectly ironed blue shirt, two pens in his pocket, so shiny blue tie to look like plastic. I smiled, a smile inexplicable. They could not know that I had collapsed on him in the last two months, but if they had known, for example if they were two friends, two old friends, I would have thought that their was a smile of compassion.
But how could they know.
One of them was holding a lock for the notes, often and hard. I started to open my mouth, I do not know what to say. I guess something aggressive was not the right time to socialize. But before the wind, the boy with the block lightly touched my arm with his hand and whispered in my ear a phrase that I could not understand, but his tone surprised me, was so sweet and reassuring, like a melody created on purpose to dissolve the pain. With my eyes and nodded as I followed them to the exit still felt the hand press on my arm as if to guide me gently. As if it was a gesture of all-natural, the other guy took my glass and placed it on a table, just before leaving.
Immediately, normally I would have reacted badly, I would have gone, that the Truce was sweating behind the counter shouted that I had two queens in its establishment, to prepare immediately two kick ass. But no, I was too drunk, too shocked by the death of Denise.

And those two guys looked so serene and safe. Then there was that voice. Why so sweet? What I said? Outside
leaned against the wall, the boy who had spoken took a pen from his pocket and began to write on the block, while the other began a dark monologue. Compared to what I was enchanted, his voice was harder, but even this very reassuring. At first I did not understand anything of his speeches, then slowly I realized that I spoke of the pain of what I had suffered, how I could break free from the cage that oppressed me, I only find the light. Light.
How do you know how I feel? What light? I asked. It was not appropriate to my questions, maybe even uttered, perhaps I would just think, I do not remember. However, soon no longer asked. Just listen to me, and I seemed to get better. Drunkenness left me without fear, without panic. Every time you move the eye to the guy who wrote, he had eyes to me and smiled at me with the same compassion as before. But now it seemed to me entirely understandable.
Between the two boys saw another person approaching. Opened on the same blue shirt and blue tie on the same, wore a strange coat long, wool rough, too heavy, and a wide-brimmed hat which hid part of his face and limp. Although it was already night, he wore a pair of sunglasses. He stopped a step away from us and he remained there long, motionless, while the boy continued to talk to me. His speeches became more and more difficult, full of allusions, symbolism incomprehensible. But I feel better, thanks to those words.
The crystal is in the heart of salvation the flame that burns eternally, you will see enclosed in the sphere of light.
The man with glasses shook the shoulder of the boy, who immediately stopped talking. He and his partner grew slightly to one side and the man went among them, getting closer to me so that I could feel the moist heat of his breath. I seemed to smell. Sniffed greedily the blood of prey. Then he took off his sunglasses, slowly, slowly. I never thought I had lost all thoughts. I watched amazed eyes. They were completely white. Without iris, without pupils. Perfectly white. Yet it seemed I could see, which also saw what I could not think. Come with us, "murmured the man. And I did.