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Myrddin is not finished

So my dear readers, here are all together the last chapters of Myrddin. I announce that the story is not over, that is: tecnincamente for the competition ends this way, but I just can not leave it that way. The plot in water on all sides, I realize, the problem is that the plot decided the goose! That is, if one card says a friend is on stage or does something, it seems obvious that the last I have to click off a character! The 1260 finals were very few characters in conclusion, ergo: I am disgusted by 'is history, and not just the plot but also for the death of my style. I spent plenty of time to file and revise sentences, word for word, in order to shorten and gain the benefit of the plot and characters to the detriment of style. For style, I mean my personal (and not necessarily correct) way of writing events, here boorish stifled by the need to script. It is for this (not so much for the plot) that I write a prologue, only to be able to shine as I write to anyone who passes by here. If I will be criticized, so be it: Mica said that my style is like, and above all I never said to be a writer, but at least I will be criticized for something of mine, so with good reason. If someone tells me "you can not write" answer "ok", so I will not publish anything I write as a hobby, but at least the criticism will be accepted because my performance will be evaluated, not those controlled by the ocean. Ciancio
bands, here's the end of story (for those who do not know what I'm talking about, I suggest you read the post previous to this):

Surprisingly the cry came from his apartment building. He climbed the stairs two at a time and the call ended when there were still three-story home. It was in front of the apartment of Dr. Cox, the door was ajar.

"Do not go, will kill you." The worried voice of her grandmother came faint, almost a whisper.

He knew he had to hear it, but wanted answers and was ready to take risks if any.

"I'm waiting Myrddin," the voice of Dr. Cox slipped unexpectedly in his head.

"I do not see anything," said venturing a step in the dark.

"In the study," the voice rang out.

Tentoni, trudged down the corridor as far as he remembered the door open the study. The hesitation overtook him only when grabbed the handle: the situation was absurd, really was ready to take risks, even life, only for answers?

change makes us feel alive, but the risk is the price you pay.

In an instant the boy was inside and found himself staring at the dark eyes of Dr. Cox, who smiled at him kind of an armchair. He felt trapped.

"I'm not going badly," she reassured him, "I could not make it to my son," she said handing him a photo showing him the baby in her arms. His biggest dream was becoming reality.

He was enchanted by the photos and the time seemed to lose meaning: Dr. Cox as a young man like him dramatically. When he recovered, his father had not moved: still staring at him from his chair with his enigmatic smile. Hair and eyes were dark like his, the dimple on his chin another point in common. He had waited so long that moment, he could only hope it was all true.

"Stay away from him," voice brought him abruptly to reality.

"Arthur?" Said Myrddin puzzled.

"Come here," ordered him holding out his hand, without taking his eyes off of Cox.

"Do not listen to: no one else will have to separate us," pleaded the doctor.

had to see clearly: for months he saw his best friend and right now he had his father meet him, he was out of nowhere to separate them?

"Myrddin trust me: he is not what it seems, is not even human, "said Arthur hasty." are you talking about? "he asked more and more confused." We will do great things together, my son, "was to tell the doctor with a persuasive voice. "Use the knife, kill them both," suggested. "As ..." then he noticed a stiletto to shake with his left hand. "Feel the power? Do you want blood virgin witch! "Cox.Solo encouraged him in that moment he noticed the young blonde girl met the day before and was on the floor, bound and gagged, his eyes wide open came from terrore.Si ipnotizzato.Non never knew what happened after that, he remembered only the feeling that gave him a dagger, a blinding hatred liberatorio.Cedette to hatred: stabbed Cox, who immediately began to change shape, while a fire devoured the lightning. "He went," said the girl suddenly free. "Why do not we all killed? & rdquo , asked in astonishment. "Myrddin wanted on his side, was not enough to acquire the powers," said Arthur helping to get up. "What have I done?" said Myrddin shocked, I feel ashamed. "We have saved our lives, quiet! Your grandmother will tell you everything," said the two smiling, while escorted by ' appartamento.Finalmente would have had his answers.







here I say here and deny it: this is my story (because it's not deny that there is to brag about) to be clear and the characters belong to me (and who you will Ciulla , suck! You are right ...) . See you soon on these screens for the aftermath.

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SEASON EIGHT-QAF Episode 10 - SECOND SEASON EIGHT-TIME

"It was Michael? All right? I'm back from vacation, "asked Daphne on the door of the shed to Ben, after having reached and waiting quietly concluded that the phone call.

evening was a rainy and humid and although the girl had already endured two months of the Cambodia's tropical climate, had not yet been used to struggle to breathe and feel the sweat dripping on me not even moving.

Ben nodded escape the gaze of the beloved: "Yes, all right, have returned a few days now, But I guess you know that Justin is not it? "he asked quietly that it clashed with the discomfort that revealed the words.

Daphne shrugged: "It was just to make conversation," notes that the flat and the edge of irritation.

offering the job to Ben was certainly not expected that as if by magic, all their problems and suffering disappear suddenly, but for sure she had not expected even float languidly on his events.

Had followed him during the lessons to the children in those moments respite gave him anxiety and he was smiling and friendly. The children laughed and he with them. That proved too smart as Daphne had always claimed it was not telling the little worlds that they did not know and that they were better than theirs. It would be an evil inhuman to think of those children that not all children were like them. That there were children around the world who were not poor, the sick, the marginalized, that there were TV channels dedicated to them, they had new toys for every occasion and whim, who slept in a cool summer and warm in winter , who had lunch, dinner, snacks in the middle morning and mid afternoon as all the rubbish, with just a whimper, they could get.

He told them of his life in a distant place, where he still had to struggle with their own illness, but had made it: he had friends, a job, a house and was happy.

So it was possible.

This he said to the children that she was happy.

But it was not. Strange, since he lived in a country where you can go to school even if you're sick, where drugs and living conditions guarantee a future to people living with HIV, where HIV is no longer 'the virus that kills all'.

course, paradoxically, had just lost a son to that virus. But he was still there. And had been ill for many, many years. Was not the demonstration that, despite some exceptions, a life is possible?

In addition Daphne was always very pragmatic, if you live you live, otherwise you're dead even if tripping still on earth.

Ed This was the gloomy impression that Ben gave her: that of a zombie.

Yet she had seen him teach his eyes lit up, saw him plunge into the rescue of a child without fear.

What saddened thinking about the top friend now began to give her nerves. That Ben looked more like a 'pose', a stubborn will to not let go of pain, to remain. He was also letting go of Michael. He was letting go of his beloved companion alive, to stay buried with the dead child.

Ben sighed through the nose and gaze upon the pillow of his bed uncomfortable: "There is no need to call Daphne, really," she smiled and looked at her - " I thank you anyway. "

She narrowed her eyes fixed on her," What does this mean? "churches threatening.

Ben embarrassed smile: "I appreciate your efforts to keep me company and give me comfort but really I do not need, but thank you to be close to me. "

The girl's eyes grew hard, icy:" Me? Give comfort? To you? "Shook his head -" I believe that here there are at least a hundred people to whom I give comfort before you, Ben! "Judgments without asking any hard questions as to whether it was appropriate or not -" We are friends and colleagues in this mission and I thought he was civil and human chat in a while. But if it bothers you and if you think it's here to be your nurse or you put her forehead on his shoulder and cry, Well, we did not hear! "

Ben looked at her in amazement, unable to find the words to respond.

Daphne turned and was about to leave.

"Wait!" The man stopped her and she turned around.

The man shook his head: "I'm sorry Daphne, I did not want to offend you or seem paternalistic, but ..."

"Ma?" I urged her.

Ben shrugged, "I am obviously the problem, not you ..."

The girl put her arms to cross the chest and gaze poses as angry.

"It's hard to explain," the man continued - "You know, the other night? When I saved the girl? I do not ... I did not hear anything. " He shook his head in disbelief: "You can not know how I am, no one can really know ..."

She narrowed her eyes and I remember a panther ready to attack. "No one can know how you are" asked to confirm what he had told his friend to hang, but without really waiting for a response - and who cares about 'how are you' Ben? Who do you think you are to think that everyone is anxious to know how are YOU? "

Ben stared at her speechless before bursting into a laugh incredulously: "I do not know," he said - "I do not think I'm anybody, because I do not even know who I am ... "

" I know, however, "she ruled harshly.

"Really? We hear "the challenge Ben for the first time since it was from that damn doctor felt emotion of anger even if slight.

"You're just a selfish Ben. Are you a person who thinks only of himself, "Daphne slid a quick glance from head to foot of his friend -" not even do that too well! "

said that he did not wait even a hint of a reply from Ben. He turned and disappeared beyond the threshold of leaving property to secure the door wide open in disbelief.

(Sil note: the piece is shown in italics from 'City of Joy' by Dominique La Pierre)

'The Importance Of Being Idle' - Oasis

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cz1CVQP8a2A

*****

is thin.

is very thin.

is thinner than I remembered, though this may be possible.

his head with two pillows, eyes closed. The hair just to lick her shoulders, her complexion sallow complexion that stands out despite its Hispanic skeletal hand on a patch that fixed the needle slowly drops where a drip come into those veins too much emphasis and too purple.

Justin does not prove almost anything. Do not anger, nor pity nor regret. He looks down on her daughter to see if it is not too impressed at the sight of a person who is not only 'evil' in the way she is accustomed to seeing someone sick.

The grandmother, he, Brian and Gus, in bed or on the couch with a blanket and some tissue on the side is his idea of 'sick'.

certainly not like that, those patches, the tube that goes directly in one hand and must make a terrible evil.

Scarlett look at the girl with eyes wide open as usual and this time she has to shake the hand of his father.

Justin thinks about how it was stupid!

When he was young, children in the hospital as visitors, they could not go. And it was the right thing.

shakes her head annoyed with himself and sticks out an arm to close the door.

"He's sleeping, do not disturb them," sentence Scarlett softly and nods.

They turn to close the door behind him when a faint voice incredulous pronounce his name

"Justin?"

The boy hangs on the door and without saperselo explain this stretch his back like a bow and eyes get wet. Slowly he turns, "Hello Luise ..."

Girl closes his eyes and reopen Thump, incredulous that a dream?

But the image of the boy who became his guardian angel and that she betrayed him as the most sinister of the devils in hell is there in the flesh. I think it was just because the body that covers the child is with him.

"How did you know that ...?" She asks with an expression halfway between the stunned and happy.

Justin sighs and looks down on her back before: "No matter what," he says in a voice harsher than they would have liked - "I knew you were here and thought I'd come to see you."

Luise finally smiles showing his famous row of perfect teeth white and that the illness was unable to graze.

"I do not ... I do not know what to say ..." the girl says in a whisper, and Justin does not know if it is bad or because the surprise and the embarrassment they removed the voice.

is about to answer but he sees the girl's eyes looking toward his lower legs and crumble before you open your mouth in a look of stunned amazement and mute.

followed the gaze of his friend and sees that her daughter leaned over her legs and is watching.

It feels forces not save him, the floor of the mud where he feels himself sinking.

Report on Luise eyes and sees her smile. "Who are you?"

"My daughter," replied instinctively in the bud by blocking the response of Scarlett and bringing a woman's attention upon himself.

Luise looks at him with a look so sweet that Justin finds it hard to recognize. Not one has ever seen him in the eye before.

"Mia and Brian," said harshly.

Luise nods and smiles while trying to dry a furtive tear before the little and see the remains troubled.

"You know dad too?" Innocently asks Scarlett to his father who tries to smile, "Yes, Dad also knows," replied trying in every way not to think of the voice in my head that's screaming 'Now how the fuck can you say to Brian?!'

"I do not want to go?" asks Luise that although five years have passed, perhaps because of illness, looks younger than when she was just eighteen years. It seems thinner, smaller, more immature. It looks like the big sister Scarlett.

Justin swallows a sudden awareness: Scarlett is identical to Luise. How did his mother not notice?

Or perhaps it is he who sees similarities are really just the result of associations of his brain?

"was resting," he says expelling the thoughts - "We do not want to bother, I just went to say goodbye."

Luise nods and returns the gaze of the child. "How do you name? "he asks.

"Scarlett."

Luise's eyes become moist and can no longer hold back the tears that dries quickly. Justin closed his eyes and sighs.

"It's a beautiful name," Luise can speak without the voice broke - "And you're a beautiful girl."

"Thank you, "Scarlett politely answers remain stuck to the legs of his father.

"Beautiful and very lucky, really. I know your dad and are the best parents I could have, "says Luise squeezing hard on the lips between his teeth and inhale sharply through the nose.

Scarlett finally smiles: "I know! I always tell him too! "He says proudly unleashing the light laugh and Justin's sister Luise.

Scarlett Often, when they were in Latvia all three together to play a joke, looked at them and putting her hand on his cheek and one on Justin Brian said: "You the most wonderful parents I have ever had! "as if he had another eight before.

back Justin serious and clears his throat: "Now we really need to go," he says pointing to her daughter, but the message is for Luise - "We have a lot of things to do and has to rest Luise .

The girl nods.

"Say hello to Luise."

"Hello."

"Hello Scarlett ..." she whispered with his eyes fixed on her.

"Maybe one day we come back when you're better," suggests the girl and Luise see Justin in an expression that the boy can not decipher: fear? Hope? Sadness?

"We'll see Scarlett," said Luise But watching - "I do not think, however, because ..." hangs without finding the words, damn him!

Luise smiles and looks Scarlett: "Because I do not live here, that's why we've never seen before. As soon as I get well ... " voice threatens to break, takes a breath, licked his lips and smiles again -" ... As soon as I get well, I'll go. "

Justin closed his eyes and swallowing the sticky Magone that those words have slapped him in the throat.

die. He knows and he knows her. Even if they find the liver, Luise die anyway.

And this thought, paradoxically, consoles him.

He did the right thing ...

"All right then," Scarlett closes feeling sad atmosphere that hovers in the room and then decided, as each child, to protect themselves from, the fleeing - "Hello."

"Hello Scarlett," he smiles Luise.

The baby is already out the door when Justin lays eyes on the girl. "Farewell, Justin."

Justin just nods. The emotion prevents him from talking.

"Thanks," whispered the girl, eventually giving free rein to tears.

"Please ..."

"We're going to take a gift from Dad?" Asks Scarlett now forget the meeting and just had already projected for new projects.

"Yes," smiles Justin inhaling sharply through the nose while you start the lift.

"I wonder how it will be happy!" Said the little safe and Justin nods exhale the tension.

"It will be a great night!" Sentence Scarlett anticipating the birthday of my father since that time.

"Yes," Justin says with a gloomy tone - "will be a fantastic evening ..."

'Walkaway' - Geri Halliwell

http:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=9A4L3Uuee2g

***

Brian came up the stairs of the slow plan below and watched with furrowed brow Justin running on the treadmill.

The passed by to go to the liquor cart and chuckled glancing at the gift of Justin, Scarlett and Gus leaned against the wall dividing the sleeping area.

"You're nervous or more likely, you understand that you've reached an age at which to dispose of a piece of cake is not enough to get a saw but it takes half an hour of pure race? & Rdquo ; joked pouring a glass of whiskey.

Justin followed him with her eyes, licking a drop of sweat with the tip of the tongue. The heart beating crazy for the effort, however, maintained the pace he had kept for the duration of the birthday dinner for Brian.

We were limited to celebrate with Scarlett and Gus, and Justin all through dinner, he recalled with nostalgia the days when the birthday of Comrade specially passed unnoticed.

Instead of Scarlett that there was, there was a dinner, a cake, candles, gifts and time dilated, that night in particular.

That evening when the anxiety of Justin's cause annoyance to any obstacle that would have delayed the moment when he had to face Brian. Not to mention the fear that Scarlett if they came out pretty nice with the news of the visit made to Luise in the afternoon dropping a nuclear bomb in the middle of the loft.

Justin was recommended on the small, cobbled together as an excuse that the father did not know that their friend was sick and told him he would say quietly after dinner. It was not worth ruin his birthday party.

But you know how kids are ...

Little, however, had complied with the delivery.

The boy dropped out of the car, the safety rope and the belt stopped giving him a fleeting sense of sea sickness and vertigo.

buttandoselo got out and took a towel on his face.

He had not yet opened his mouth.

Brian came over and waited for Justin to pass the cloth on the head frizionandosela, if you hang around the neck with a smile and handed him his glass of whiskey.

"Not after a race," snapped Justin and Brian looked at him curiously. He knew the boy of thirteen years now and had learned how to decode a blink faster than normal.

"What?" He asked seriously.

Justin looked down, sighing.

"At the beach one evening, I had a dream ..."

'Harder To Breathe' - Maroon5

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV8NHsmVMPE&feature=fvst

****

Ben rushes between the boards on fire. The smoke suffocates him and prevent him from sight.

But the child cried the guide: it must reach at the cost of his own life.

"Do not go!" Robert told him but Ben can not go.

may die and is doing well. But he wants to die just come out, come out of this hell. Never mind if he died he would return soon.

not want to save the creature to earn a place in heaven but it is his own life that are saving.

What is this, a hand?

Yes, it's a hand.

Ben stretches as he can, his face burns so much so that pull the skin feels as if it were hung on a hook.

But the strength of despair is the opioid more effective against pain.

grabbed my hand and with all her strength, dragging the body, heavier than he thought, to himself.

not you see, can not see it but now manages to grab his arm and with an inhuman effort, retraces the route taken back up to that room on fire.

The smoke clears, the output is near.

is finally out in the fresh air and inspiration with a triumphant smile on his face.

The urge to laugh is irresistible and Ben lets go to a liberating laughter, voracious.

He looks up and the laughter dies in the throat.

There are Daphne, Robert, and also ... how? There are also Michael and Brian? What are they doing here?

Brian looks down. For the first time in his life looks down.

Robert looks at him with a contrite expression.

Daphne and Michael cry.

Ben smiles, shaking his head and going to his companion: "Why are you crying Michael?" Asks amazed and eager to wipe her tears - "I've done it!"

Michael looks at him incredulously, before letting slip a pitiful sight at the foot of Ben.

Man following the gaze of the partner and he sees it.

Hunter is lying on the ground.

It was useless.

not saved him.

Hunter is dead.

His own scream woke the echoes in my ears. The first light of the bungalow had already opened, bringing with them the damp smell of the usual rain.

inspires Ben in and out as if it were really just left the house on fire.

He can only hope that no one has heard the scream and rushed to him.

Face Hunter comeback to life without his knowledge.

An old pain, disruptive, never really felt the first tears in the stomach trying all ways to make their way towards the throat, even beyond sleep and get rid of the twin in a scream that wanted to see.

Ben stops breathing trying to keep him still, once again fearing that that pain, rid, overwhelm him by sending him to pieces.

But his chest explodes.

'Do not breathe Well, do not breathe' is repeated mentally with closed eyes.

Hunter's face threatens to not let it go again.

The insanity will lead to breaking the banks of rationality.

not just the survival instinct makes him open his mouth for air a hoarse cry first then more disruptive makes its way between the vocal cords live their own lives.

The roar url detained for months, broke the balance of the monotonous sound of the rain and reassuring.

a heartrending cry, what a pain that the psyche can not stand, the armor crumbles and makes its way between the pieces of his heart and his brains scattered everywhere after the explosion.

But just when he thinks he will die for that pain so excruciating, it feels like you've never heard before.

The pus flows out of the wound by eating the meat in a stab of pain irrepressible.

But a moment later, the wound does not hurt anymore.

Meat resumes its normal color, abnormal swelling is now a simple dip.

The gangrene is averted because all that remained sealed between the first rotten meat is now released.

Released in a cry of resignation that, paradoxically, will now take healing.

'Scar Tissue' - Red Hot Chili Peppers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlwYd5C4BAs

How Much Does A Menchies Make

QAF Episode 10 - FIRST TIME

"Welcome back!" Lauren smiled with cheerful look and relaxed, a slight tan emphasized her blue eyes. The brown hair was bleached by the sun on the tips of the coasts of Sardinia, Italy, where her sister had spent two weeks.

Michael was infected Women's cheerful look and smiled, "Thank you too!"

"How were the holidays?" she asked taking a seat at the usual desk of Shawn.

Michael shrugged: "I would say good."

"Would you say or went well? Dall'abbronzatura it seems that at least the weather was good! "

" The time is always good in Los Angeles, looks like a movie set rather than a real city. "

Laureen laughed heartily.

"It was a joke," specifies the man and she nodded: "I know, the fact is I had a patient recently who said the same thing. But he was not American, and loathed everything that California and Los Angeles in particular had made in his life, but two people ... "

Michael nodded: 'Are you giving information Personal another patient, "asked sly cheerful atmosphere that was created with the woman. The holidays had softened, he thought.

"Did not I tell you the name," Specifications she accepted the challenge.

"Well, even if I tell you, as far as I know I would not change anything."

She narrowed her eyes with a sly look, "I am not so It is well known safe ... "

Michael brightened eyes and instinctively thought to talk to Emmett and gossip that would have made just come from there.

"Who is it?" He asked hopefully.

Laureen laughed: "You'll never know, of course!"

"Then why did you bring me curious," asked Michael disappointed.

She shrugged her shoulders, smart, "Why I enjoy it! "

Michael initially was speechless, then smiled and shook his head:" You're a nice person too! "notes.

"The other who would it be?"

"Your sister."

Laureen smiled and nodded enthusiastically: "I would say that holidays are going pretty well! "notes.

Michael raised his eyebrows and sighed doubtfully.

"We're doing a nice chat instead of talking about all the problems there were, your interest is readily made by a teasing juicy gossip, your tan shows me that you were not imprisoned at home and I think you have also set up a chiletto. Definitely a great way to processing your trauma Michael, "conceded the woman really excited.

Many do not believe it but she was the first to be satisfied with the progress of patients and not for pride, self-satisfied. Humanly sorry to see how the human mind is bogged down in issues that determine their view of life gray.

The man's eyes grew suddenly wistful.

"I said something wrong?" She asked knowing full well where the nostalgia of Michael was going to parry.

"No" - the man shook his head with a bitter smile on his face - "all true. But it all happened without Ben ... "

aware She nodded: "With Ben hours would pale as a corpse, I would have overwhelmed with worries and concerns and you'd be thinner," she ruled crystalline.

The illusion that the holidays they had sweetened evaporated instantly from head to Michael.

'Disillusion' - Abba

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkgjkHmioSg

*****

"Grandpa, when I go back to kindergarten," asked Scarlett assured place in the seat back of the car Justin, watched his father drive without an answer.

"Grandpa," asked trying to attract his attention.

"Yes, Scarlett, I'm sorry, what did you ask me," asked Justin lost nell'intrigo mental organization as it was fulfilling its commitments. Brian had obviously allowed to use the Mac Kinnetik to make the advertising image of the march on New York, stayed a few days to deal with that, then had to take care of the boards of Rage for the output end of October and the frameworks for The Kaplan. Without this it would be thrown body and soul on the project for the museum in Chicago. The homework that guy New Yorker did not worry him: the painting had been purchased, he would only continue, but the subject had already been chosen.

"I I asked when I go back to kindergarten! "

" So I would say ... Yes ... I think in a week a week. "

Scarlett nodded.

"Then in October, you know I'll often true grandmother?" Reminded Justin after he and Brian had anticipated him in broad terms the day before.

Justin was in New York practically since the beginning of October until a later date in November and would been to Chicago, three weeks at least. The hours of Brian at work were not compatible with those of asylum Scarlett: either they would have been provided to bring the child in pre-school band and go and pick up in after-school band. Scarlett would have to spend ten or eleven hours kindergarten and none of them liked the idea.

So they had thought about Jennifer lifesaver. In October, the departure of Justin, Scarlett would have been transferred to Britin. Brian would go to sleep at night, but otherwise the child would stay with Jennifer. What if you had time and will be made twice day kindergarten to take the road to Pittsburgh, or he would have kept at home.

The girl nodded, "Dad is in the evening, right?" Asked to confirm what he had learned from their explanation.

"Yes, maybe not everybody, you know that if it comes out very late from the office can not be all the way up to Britin. But it will be as much as possible. "

" And you're away a lot? "

Justin cleared his throat: "Well, not so much by a few weeks ...."

"How long is a few weeks," asked the little not having the slightest knowledge of the time: for her everything that happened in the past was 'yesterday' and everything had to happen was 'tomorrow'.

"Not many," Justin dismissed before snorting frustrated by traffic congestion Pittsburgh repopulated by the end of the summer holidays.

"We could take the father's gift in a store near you," he asked more to himself than to Scarlett.

"You said that you cook your stuff in the better," Justin pointed out the little girl giggled and gave Scarlett the idea that 'cooking' of the work he performed on metal .

The Gift of Brian, whose birthday fell forty that day, was a silk screen printing on thin aluminum plate that brought the image of Brian, Scarlett, Justin and Gus, a day that had been photographed together in a loft ispiratissimo Lindsay who had a photographic project 'family' by pursue. It came out a beautiful picture. None of them was posing: Justin and Gus looked over, Scarlett laughed at something the boy did not remember setting the goal and Brian smiled watching her. The four were intertwined legs and arms, sitting on the floor of the loft.

"Yes, you're right," granted the boy - "Is the best place but it is across town."

"Near Makia," Scarlett ruled smart.

Justin raised his eyebrows: "What do you know of Makia?"

"My dad took a day for breakfast. He says that the evening became one of the most beautiful bar in Pittsburgh and told me that it is close to your oven. "

Justin laughed again and nodded: "Right!"

'Uptown Girl' - Westlife

http://www.youtube.com/ watch? v = Ml0ff0WQwok

Traffic was completely blocked and Justin thought that he would never make it in time, like this, to bring Scarlett to Mel and Linds, go Kinnetik in and begin to develop some idea for the center Gay / Lesbian.

"Ok do another road is longer but for sure in a few know it and maybe we do."

Scarlett ignored him busy as he was groped by a dress a doll without much success.

Justin's car turned into a driveway that looked like a blind street and after other turns left and right in small two-way street, but where was the place for the passage of one car , arrived at a square with a roundabout and a fountain in the middle.

The Makia was in front of them, and on the right clinic Saint Marie.

Justin had a sinking heart, stopped at the traffic lights at the roundabout. He had absolutely determined that, by intricate route, it would be popped at the entrance of the nursing home.

He kept staring at the lights passing his tongue over his lips that had suddenly dried up.

knew why the mere sight of the nursing home bothered him but he did not understand why he did up to that point.

'Probably at this time is already dead,' estimated to himself and the idea struck him as if an invisible hand had tightened around the neck.

snorted the anxiety that had risen in his chest trying not to think about the dream he had during the holidays.

'Just Justin' - yes warned in silence and looked at the little through the rearview mirror. He laughed thrilled to be successful in mission to reconstruct the clothing of the doll and found it so beautiful ...

swallowed heavily.

Luise was dying, or perhaps was already dead ... It had not ever seen. He did not know they had some holding them, if anything in those five years had been just a nostalgic regret to learn that her daughter would face now she had to resign to the idea that he would not ever know ...

Justin tried to bring to his mind all the pain that had caused the girl's cheating on him and betraying Scarlett herself, tried to remember the flood of lies which had deceived him ... And he succeeded.

did not care anything about that girl, as he was concerned she would never forgive her.

But he was dying.

to twenty-three years.

And he had the chance to show her smiling face and calm. Perhaps she would die in peace.

Or maybe not ...

sighed with tears in her eyes cursing for the first time in his life, his sense of justice and piety.

the angry honking of the car behind him rang in his ears and Justin recovered. He snorted, engage the traveling position, looked at his watch, he felt a strange sensation in the stomach, fatigue equal to that of a defeat, then put the arrow in the parking lot and entered the nursing home.

'Adam's Song' - Blink 182

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUsOK8Dlw7I

****

Michael sighed the woman's words.

"Have you heard? How are you? How is your stay in Cambodia? "Laureen was interested.

"Good. Yes, we feel every day. Goes well, the kids love it. But this Daphne told me ... "specifies sad.

"He does not talk about children?"

"Yes he speaks, but does not say who worship him ..." Michael whispered, as if instead of 'worship' the children said that they had not endured.

"Maybe it's just low," she tried.

"... Or maybe do not realize it," Michael estimated with downcast eyes lost their smile, aware of the doctor and his nod: We had arrived alone without any evidence that she gave . He was aware, witty, and was in the best way to overcome her trauma. Probably did not need her.

Laureen therapist who had always tended to let go of the patient as soon as possible. This is for two ideas that had made her: first, the patient began to walk with his legs, before they would even strengthened if still shaky start, in no longer wanted to run the risk of creating dependency in the patient. Very high risk, even more than by drugs.

He took off his glasses and rested them permanently to the edge carpetta. "Michael," asked the man catching the eye on her - "If now I say we can close here, that you no longer need me, we're done, what do I say?"

Micahel's eyes widened, not expecting it, not so soon. She felt her heart speed up at the thought. "The truth?"

Laureen smiled: "Always the truth."

The man gulped, "I feel scared."

She smiled and nodded, "Why?"

Michael shrugged and shook his head: "Because now that the holidays are over and Ben is away, go back to my life alone without even you, I would fear, "he confessed candidly.

"You are not alone Michael. You have friends, a daughter, a partner who is still your friend even though it is far away. When I was a doctor will tell you, as a doctor, you do not need more. This should make you proud, not scared, "but ruled knowing full well the anxiety of separation that caught all patients.

"I have lived until now in a sort of ..." Michael shook his head groped words to make that tangle of emotions felt in the chest "of sheltered life ... I do not know what I mean ..."

"You explain very well," granted Laureen smiling and getting up from his position for circumnavigate the desk and sat at his board to deal with Michael

"And I do not know if I'm ready to ... Grow," notes that he looked straight at me and getting a warm smile and sweet in return.

"The fact that you come alone to these findings indicate exactly what you're ready Michael, "she sighed and looked down to the glasses she had in her hands, moving a fingertip on the smooth plastic -" All of us are afraid to grow at all Michael. We are afraid even when we are already grown. Who would not like to continue to feel pampered and cared for as when we were kids? Return to the magical time of life for everyone? When others were thinking of us when my mother told us that we would have 'thought she,' when we had to take care of ourselves because they were done by others? When we did not have a care in the world and so we thought it would last forever? But this satisfies our ego child, the adult who is in our power to rebels. Why has increased, and liberated because he knows there is nothing terrible to take the reins of their lives. In fact ... "

Michael smiled and nodded with sad do:" It's my 'me baby' who is responsible? "

Laureen smiled again, for its part had already left get any attitude from analyst ruthless and uncompromising. That's why she got up from his position.
They were really in the end, Michael thought.

"I'll deal with you. Think of yourself baby, think about your child's fears and talk to yourself. It reassures the child. He no longer needs his mother, has no need of Brian, did not need anybody, because now you're here you take care of him. And for sure it will be all the world that will never abandon him. "

" Why do these words make me brought tears to the eyes, "asked the man with eyes moist but peaceful.

Lauren looked at him gently: "Why is a moving speech," he smiled, "and since you're a person feel the feelings, not blocking them, living them in full, moves you. And here we return to the fact that you no longer have any need for me, however, not as an analyst. "

Michael nodded, wiping away a tear:" We will see you as a friend, "he asked hesitantly smiled and Laureen: "It's my own use, once said break lines, very happy to attend a dinner at home or at the restaurant, offered by my former patients."

"And at that I can ; finally rests always wonder why the glasses at the same point on the desk? "Michael asked with a sly smile that broke the merry laughter of Laureen.


All, asking him all! He knew it and knew he could do without. A psychiatrist, just because a psychiatrist, said there is not may suffer a slight OCD.

"You can ask me anything you want," she agreed.

"Well, will organize a dinner," ruled Michael - "I'd love to have your sister there was also, maybe even Brian and Justin and Jenny so you will know it!"

Laureen nodded: "It will be a pleasure, and I bet you must be a very interesting evening," chuckled.

"Do not make it," Michael warned with the look smart.

"To do what?"

"A psychoanalyze Brian," said the man agreed, smiling.

The woman burst into a merry laugh


then buried his face in a gesture of modesty.

was really so understandable too? Apparently yes, if his patients, the most cunning, however, always came at the end to put it into the hole.

'Victory' - Bond

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3nBuwOPu8A

*****

His legs tremble as he had just recovered from a huge fright and muscle contracts first, then finally dissolved, refused to support it as well.

thought it was more difficult to find.

Maybe he hoped. It was a private clinic, no? She was the daughter of a famous and wealthy, no? He was convinced that the acceptance would tell him was not any Luise and Richardson admitted he would leave. We had tried, but fate had wanted something else.

Instead he was told 'yes' and he instinctively had formed the little daughter's hand in his.

"You hurt me daddy!"

"Sorry ..."

Maybe he was too ill to receive visitors? Justin had hoped too.

Instead they gave him the plan and room number.

Now it is slowly along the marble corridor polished lead, scanning the room numbers that separate from that of Luise.

Inspira trembling. A part of him not to do the shouting, that all this will only a huge mess. But the force that always governs, and that he is unable to dominate, that instinct, heart, passion and sense of justice drives him forward as if he lived most of his life.

"Do not bring him flowers?" Asks the little girl. A hand at his father, his teddy bear in the other Gus

"No, Scarlett. We switched on the fly for a greeting. I told you, is a friend that I have not seen for years, I knew that he was hospitalized here, and while we're gone before I thought I'd stop. But only for a quick chat then go on ... "

313

" The car of Donald Duck! " Scarlett exclaimed enthusiastically.

Justin raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"313 is the machine of Donald Duck!"

Justin smiles at his daughter: "When you read the numbers in the hundreds?"

The Small shrugs: "I can not do it, but I recognize the numbers 3-1-3, is three hundred and thirteen, the car craze."

"Right!" the boy smiles again passing his tongue over his dry lips.

Sets the number on the brass port in larch and breathe trying not to think about everything that rationality yells, trying not to hear the voice of reason that he uses that groped for Brian to keep him from doing so.

deep down, what's the harm? Obviously not leave anything to see Scarlett, will be an idealist, but certainly not mad, they will stop only a few minutes.

Only time to 'understand' to Luise, the Scarlett O'Hara of his dream, that will not die without knowing that he faces the girl who once said was not his daughter, show her she's fine, that is healthy and happy. What has it all wrong in his life.

feels in his heart for not having forgiven. I do not ever forgive him for what he did. But he was not the problem now. He is not here to give an acquittal that he cares little whether or not coveted.

But remember the first time he saw her. Six years earlier, on a sidewalk. When she took him for a professor and he was still troubled by his image as a person lost forever. And he was right about how little it takes in life to meet the person wrong, to stay one step back, or be ahead of one, get one and come to ruin instead of opportunity.

Bussa and hopes that no one can answer.

"Yes?" Feels weak coming from behind the door.

Exhale held his breath and turns to Scarlett once again shaking his hand: "Now we go in, I would recommend is sick, I told you. Do not scream and do not disturb. I greet you and then we'll go, okay? "

"Ok daddy, you told me three times already!" Complains the little unconscious which records a voltage never experienced before in the movements of his father, but whose immature rationality can not turn into a thought or question.

Justin opens the door slowly and after five years in which he had not thought of her as if she died, her again. And my heart lost a beat just like he would do if he really believed dead, and now finds it in the face.

'Cleanin' Out My Closet '- Eminem

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bySb6w4Nfr8

(SECOND TIME)

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Aiste @ 2010-03-06T14: 33:00

From immemorial time, I confess, does not wake these shores. It will be a period that I'm not much for which will be the writer's block who goes crazy, you are simply apathetic, the fact remains that I have not posted anything. Peace and amen, to my journal, my decision to post that you want? News relevant ...: I read the first two books of Stroud, and I did not like. I doubt that the publisher (the English) has had a hand in the first twenty pages of the first book, since there is a continuous leap in perspective: Teza person, first person, third person, first person ... even distance of two lines: WTF?! Then fortunately stylistic horrors disappear (fade, say) and the book flows, but not too much. Do not read the third one, because having read the plot on wikipedia now I do not feel. That said, we move on to other literary considerations: I read Neil Gaiman as well: it is a damn genius! The plot is intrippantissima, presonaggi are perhaps too many, but for someone like me, are fond of myths, the book is really nice. Thin in places, so much so that I wondered if any layman could appreciate the plot (I do not have fully understood all riferimetni), but it certainly is well written. Scroll to the right place, I only found the beginning a bit 'slow. Goodkind's next book should be the first of dodecalogia the "Sword of Truth," but I could always give up and opt for the latest book by Banana, I think Dolphins, returning to my old love. And then there's "Demons" by Dostoyevsky that I watch every night on the bedside table, book started and finished sooner or later it will reopen.

Bon, that being said, we pass to another passion: writing. ASLS langue, there will have noticed. I solemnly swear to end it, though. I'm participating in and, to a writing contest so much fun: I created a hero on the site perFiducia . Basically you create a hero and every two days the Goose elusive webmistress, turn a card. On paper there are the dictates of what must happen in the chapter is written. Each chapter has a maximum length of 420 characters. The story is coming out horrible, really bad, because the cards are seen one at a time and make happen what is written in 420 characters (including spaces!) Is almost impossible. At least for me. More than that is just impossible to happen is something interesting: that is, I find that the cards are only good to pay a banal love story or the like. Probably, however, is that I am incapable, P
However, if readers of way, would do me the pleasure of reading my story and tell me what you think (to me sucks then you are also brutally honest, so I do not recognize even my style!) will do me a pleasure. If, then, you would like to also register at the site (it takes a minute poor) and become followers of my hero, I would do extra pleasure, that I can ever win a camera (because the initiative works on the basis of followers who wins it has more!). Finally, if you also want to write fun, hurry that the initiative is about to end, and have already been turn a lot of cards! Here then
la mer (d) Avigliano literary work work in progress that I'm dedicating: The hero
parenchyma Myrddin, the description and the page found HERE , good reading. The story, for the lazy, the site below:

change makes us feel alive. It is the wind pushing the boat that we are at the helm, the cocoon silk weaving around each ego when he feels ready to take flight. Myrddin wanted nothing more at the moment, motionless, surrounded by candles, left to wander for hours looking out the window sad, powerless all'incedere night. That's when all the candles went out.

The darkness fell bully. Not looked back, but felt a presence behind him. The reason, finally awakened from its slumber, cried out to move, but he trusted his instincts. Setting aside the logic, stood still, closed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?". Heard no response and he remembered: it is useless to ask 'Who are you'.

"What do you want?"

"Help." He recognized the voice and turned around, but his grandmother was gone.

-is absurd! - Thought jumping up and looking around, I was nervous just too time-

For the first time in his life, the darkness became uncomfortable and was afraid . His eyes fell upon a smoldering wick. An unconscious awareness led him to focus on it wanting the light. Thrilled, watched the flame come to life slowly. "My subconscious is right: I need help! -

"Myrddin" said the man opened the door.

"Dr. Cox must help me!"

"Sure, come," she smiled. "I never thought to see you here," said sit down.

"Neither do I, but she was right: I started to hallucinate."

"Give me time to finish a session and will listen to you," and returned with this promise in the study. He came out a few minutes later, in the company of a blonde girl.

When their eyes met, the girl's face was distorted with terror. The cry that launched before fleeing towards the door, left Myrddin disoriented. As soon as he looked around, though, the fear was replaced by confusion, slowly crawling under his skin and undermining his heart behind him, suspended in midair, the ghost of her grandmother shouted angrily. Yet, there was no sound.

stood motionless, staring eyes fixed on the ethereal figure that floated from before. He did not even dare to scream as the girl was just standing there, catatonic, to hold his breath while his grandmother, more and more faded, gesticulating animatedly, her face contracted by rage.

"Myrddin, all right?" Dr. Cox's voice aroused him.

"What?" Gasped turning around quickly.

"Are you okay?" Cox asked again approaching reassuring.

The other did not answer, going back to study the void where until recently he had seen his grandmother.

"I ..." began to sputter in tears with broken breath.

"Drink," said the doctor, handing him a steaming cup pop out of nowhere. Myrddin did not object, he sent down the tea taste bitter and now problems, worries and confusion disappeared instantly.

He woke up the next morning with the certainty that he had never slept so well. It was a sunny Saturday. Euphoric, decided to try to get off the street. For the first time in his life, he walked calmly through the crowd, unaware of the thoughts, anxieties and fears of those around him. All entries and innate awareness had disappeared. Thanks to Dr. Cox, he was finally coming back to life.

His serenity, however, was short-lived: as a sudden summer storm, a powerful cry filled his ears, forcing his knees to cover her head. The people around him looked at him curiously or largely dodged him, pretending that did not exist. Understood to be the only one to hear the cry for help and thus the only one who can do something. Reluctantly, he took the direction from which came the cry.