Amigas o hermanas ...esa es la cuestion.De amistades a hermandades hay mucha diferencia.Amigas o hermanas ...esa es la cuestion.5 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Dedicado a mis dos mejores amigas y a mis nuevas hermanas.
(este es un punto de vista que me gusta compartir con ustedes a pesar de se tan personal)
No a cualquiera puedes llamar amigo , no a cualquiera puedes expresarle como te sientes sin miedo a que te juzgue , no a cualquiera puedes pedirle su opinión y que para ti valga tanto que en verdad se vuelva parte de tu corazón , siempre tenerlo en mente , pensar en su bien y estar consiente de que tal vez el día de mañana puede que tengan algún problema , pero sin duda alguna les estiraras la mano y abrirás los brazos para recibir y dar todo lo que necesite.
Muchas personas pueden decirle a alguien que la aman, pero la pregunta es ¿en verdad harías tanto por ella? o simplemente es por cariños de un rato.Yo pienso que esta mal decirlo sin sentirlo , pero cada persona debe entender que "El querer a alguien" puede resultar de
Cute Confessions"Can I sit here?"Cute Confessions11 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
"S-Sure..." I sat beside my best friend in Gauken High; Matthew Williams. I prefered the quiet, so Matthew seemed a perfect choice, though I don't see how people could miss the poor lad.
"Yeph?" I swallowed the small chocolate that was in my mouth before turning to him, earning a chuckle. "What?"
"You got chocolate on your mouth."
"O-Oh." I burnt up a bit, rubbing my mouth, only to have Matthew poke my cheek and pull it off with a gentle smile. My cheeks simply burnt harder as I giggled.
"Kris...W-Why do you do everything with me?"
"It's what best friends do, isn't it?" I burnt up a little more. In all hon
Chapter ThreeAnjali woke up early the next morning. The sun was shining brightly in her window and she could hear the sound of the piano downstairs being played. She got up and walks to the bathroom to comb her frizzy red hair and brush her teeth. As she left her room, the piano stopped and began again slowly.Chapter Three4 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
"Jaymee?" The piano stops again and she hears her sister yell back a loud yes. Anjali goes to the sunroom where the large white piano was, and leans by the frame of the door. "Why're you up so early?"
"Dad is suppose to take me to the store to get a new dress for my recital." Jaymee answers, tugging on the two large curls neatly pinned to each sid
Chapter SixIt was later that night, 7:20pm to be exact. Anjali stared up at her Dragora, running her fingers over the sharp edges. She winces slightly as it cut into her finger. "Damn thing..." She puts the digit in her mouth and sits up. Downstairs her parents were talking, rather yelling, loudly. Anjali tries not to listen and focuses back on her Bey. Red, shiny, new. Liam never would've let anyone alter his Beyblade. The old parts he put in were now traded for new sharper blades and the engravement was scratched. "He would be so angry if he saw this." She places it on the nightstand. Seconds later her mum comes in and closes the door behind her.Chapter Six4 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Chapter Five"Then start telling me then." Anjali says impatiently. Kyoya turns his attention at her curiously, examining the look in her eyes.Chapter Five4 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
"He was a guy I had battled a while back." Gingka began, " he was a member of Dark Nebula, and stole the forbidden Bey, L-Drago."
"He has a dragon type Bey too? That's interesting..." She slowly replies, "and he is back?"
"Presumably." Madoka cuts in before Gingka can answer. "We don't know and if we did it wouldn't be a good sign anyway. Ryuga disappeared to train, and caused us way to much trouble before we met you."
"Do you want me and Kyoya to go to Yuki ?" Gingka asks.
"What makes you think he knows ever
| Stolen voice |I never lied , I never cursed , I didn't do anything yet god took my voice?| Stolen voice |9 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
That's when I understood there is no god , and I felt lonely when I understood that actully.
But don't take me wrong! I don't NEED friends..They need me.
Pheobe stared at the window , it had happened AGAIN. Her sister stared at her with sad eyes.
''Pheobe..You can't sit there all day you know..you gotta eat''She smiled weakly and put a hand on her sisters shoulder.
Pheobe didn't listen , she just ignored her younger sister.
''Y-You will get used to it..Please..Just..Eat or smile''Her sister whispered tightening the grip. Pheobe still didn't react she just stared out
The Good SheriffThe Good SheriffThe Good Sheriff15 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
In an Old town there was a Good Sheriff
One day there was a run away buggy
with a small baby inside
The Good Sheriff went after the buggy and saved the small baby
Many years passed and the Good Sheriff became the towns judge
The Good Sheriff was going to judge and out law who committed a terrible crime
it was worth the death penalty
The outlaw ran to the front and pleaded to the Good Sheriff
He said, "Sir don't you remember me!?" The Good Sheriff looked at him shook his head
"I do not,
"Do you ever recall years ago there
Chapter FourMadoka was putting the finishing touches on Anjali's Beyblade, shining it to look like new and remembered the story that she was told about it. The edge that had the words on it had light scratches that couldn't come off without taking off some of the lettering. "She needs to take better care of you." She thinks before putting it down.Chapter Four4 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
"You seem a little down, Madoka." Kenta says.
"Oh crap, I didn't hear you come in." She says, peering over the counter to look at the fourteen year old boy.
"Just thinking, over thinking maybe."
"Whose is that?" He asks, pointing to the scarlet coloured Bey.
"Anjali's. She should be back soon
Chapter One"Incoming! The one and only Anjali!" The bouncy redhead says, busting open the door's of Madoka's shop. "I have great news!" She smiles, placing her Bey on the counter, "I won!"Chapter One4 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
"I can tell," Madoka smiles back, but it quickly dissolves into a frown when she sees the condition of the other's Beyblade. "this is-"
"It's just a few scraps here and there, not a problem for the best Bey fixer in the whole damn world, right?"
"Don't try that line with me again. You know how I feel about when you tear your Bey up." Madoka takes the tiny item in her hand and begins examining it closely.
"As if I'm the metal itself, but you can fix it right? I wan
Chocolate-MayonesaDespués de una gran jornada de estudio sobre los exámenes finales, un grupo de amigos decidió llevar cabo una pequeña reunión de hecho una fiestas.Chocolate-Mayonesa1 hour ago in Sketches More Like This
Los ánimos estaban al 100% positiva mente y mas principalmente porque la había organizado y llevado a cabo uno de los grandes inventores de Danville.
Mejor dicho los mas populares de la escuela Phineas Flynn y Ferb Flecher.
Hasta aquí les dejo me retiro a disfrutar el momento pronto nos encontraremos, por el momento todo queda a manos de Phiny...
-Que rara sensación tengo a caso algo no esta bien esta noche- decía el pelir
Chapter Two"There is nothing in this life, but mist,Chapter Two4 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
And we are not alive, but for a little short spell"
Anjali's phone played as a call was coming in. She'd just finished reading a novel she had found in her closet a while ago. She lazily tosses it on the nightstand and grabs her phone to answer it.
"It's Madoka, um, it might take a day or two to finish your Bey."
"What?! Madoka I can't wait a day!" Anjali replies, flopping on her pillow. "What are ya tryin' to do with it?"
"Just replacing the unfixable damaged pieces. It'll be worth the wait, promise."
"Whatever. Thought you'd be home by now anyway. It's pourin' out there."
PrologueOk. This is weird. Like aliens crashing into Big Ben weird. I’m Josefine Jassens. I’ve lived in a country side house near Londan since I was 10. Me, my grandparents, my little sister Grace. My brother Francis. Now I’m writing this journal for a reason. Not to vent, (Although there will be some venting.) not to be a show off. To explain. To inform. And, I’m going to sound weird on this last bit, to warn. Yeah ok weird. But I’m serious! Something weird is happening. Like people disappearing. My best friend lives in the city. Amanda, that’s her name, has told me about people just up and disappearing. In broadPrologue7 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
An unknown heartSaraAn unknown heart8 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
The beats of an unknown heart filled Sara's ears as she hugged the stranger. From what she could see he was tall, was slightly muscular, had messy brown hair, and looked oddly familiar. Though Sara could not see the boy's face she some how knew who he was. The boy tightened his hug, Sara was not scared or surprised at this act; she felt safe in his arms.
Who was this boy? Why was he so familiar?
As soon as Jake saw the girl his mined when blank he could not think, only act. Jake walked up behind the girl and before she could even see his face, he herded her in to a tight embrace. The girl whose curly light brown hair dance