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Paura del Buio [Harry Potter]

Title: Fear of the Dark
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 427 (GoogleDocs)
Summary: No, no, no, not back. See? I have no bloody fangs and my skin is warm to the touch. Approach: I assure you, I promise you, no I will not hurt. Do you hear? You feel the blood flowing under the skin? Feel the heart beating? I'm not a vampire. Do not you have told the vampire? We have told the vampires.

I was anxious and I was sure of not being capable. Then I wrote this.

history written for the third phase of the Trick or Treat Fest fanfic_italia .


Fear of the Dark


We have told the vampires. No, there is a question: is a statement. I know that you spoke of vampires. I know that you have told the werewolves. I know that know of the Centaurs, the acromantule, creatures monsters that roam the forests and the dark.

you know there are worse things than fear of the dark. Monsters under the bed.

do not ever confess to anyone what will happen will remain a secret between you and me. Do not you think, baby? Tell me. Swear. A secret between you and me. A bond between you and me. No, no, no, not back. See? I have no bloody fangs and my skin is warm to the touch. Approach: I assure you, I promise you, no I will not hurt. Do you hear? You feel the blood flowing under the skin? Feel your heart beating? I'm not a vampire. Do not you have told the vampire? We have told the vampires.

you know there are worse things than fear of the dark. Monsters under the bed.

Swear. A promise, a vow of silence: something between us, between us, something of our own. Do not hesitate, do not do: I'm not a werewolf. Can not you see? Can not you see? You're lucky, you are, you're lucky you have a beautiful mother and a good father and have a good life. A nice room. Do you see the moon, you see, see see see? It is full, is beautiful, as beautiful as you are beautiful. We have told the werewolves? We have told the werewolves. Give me your other hand, give it to me, give it to me: your senses tell you that you are human? Touch, smell, sight, hearing. Your eyes do not lie, I'm like you, I'm just so so so so, I have two legs and two arms and a head.

you know there are worse things than fear of the dark. Monsters under the bed.

am human, I'm real, I'm alive and I am you, and you are me, because the secret between me and you rule out anything else. Do not have a guess: you hear, feel, feel my breath on your cheek? It is hot and annoying as your on my throat. I am human, I am human, I am human: I'm human and you are human and human is our secret, so human, so human. Do not cry: I'm crying and my tears will suffice to punish and chastise and punish me again.

you know there are worse things than fear of the dark.

Hold fast, hold strong: do not let go, or you are no longer human. Hold me, hold me, hold me ...

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La Traccia [Originale]

Title: Track
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Word Count: 619 (GoogleDocs)
Summary: "So I guess you have not been stabbed by your ex -lover or you're not angry at the tragic protagonist of a female figure touching story of pain and death, "said the vampire.

My faith in humanity leads me to believe that nobody is touch enough to claim these characters or this specific situation such as his, not mine.

history written for the second phase of the Trick or Treat Fest fanfic_italia .




Track

The trail ended at the semi-closed door of a room with soft lighting what looked like a small bedside lamp.

breathing a sigh inconsistent, there was strength and opened the door completely.

"I come in?" churches, because vampirism or not, was courteous and polite would have been raised. (If for all eternity in this world, this would be seen only with the passage of time.)

In reply there was only an incomprehensible series of moans and grunts.

"Oh," said the vampire, and even banned for nothing much ringalluzzito, "you're about to die?" You're bleeding to death? Someone has planted a knife in the belly and are only waiting for an angel to take you to heaven ( thing does not happen anymore these days, too many people and not even the angels have a strong desire to work full time)? "

series of unintelligible grunts and groans grew louder. The vampire took it as a sign of assent.

"Oh, well, 'he said happily," you know that I'm just doing you a favor. Dying making sucking the blood is much faster and painless shot of what the face now its course. I do not want, "he added, nodding his head vigorously and taking long strides in a hurry to get closer to the bed.

A large object's hot finished straight in the face and knocked to the ground stumbling.

" Ouch, " said the vampire, dragging his feet and gently fingering the nose. He looked with ill-concealed impatience and pity the woman who had hurled a water bottle in the face. "So I guess you have not been stabbed by your ex -lover or you're not angry at the tragic protagonist of a female figure touching story of pain and death? "

" I can not believe, "hoarsely whispered the woman, who in the meantime another was curled around a hot water bottle and had pulled the duvet up to cover almost the whole head. "A person looking for a little 'quiet and solitude to pitiable to duty, and finds herself stalked by a blood-sucking pervert who does not know what the word' no '. I can not believe their ..."

"Hey," objected vigorously vampire. "I do not I have followed. It's just, you know, when the blood is essential for their salvation, a person adapts and follows all the traces of fresh blood that his nose is able to locate. Especially when cut up and gutting the living not like it, "he added with a grimace of the mouth.

The vampire could hardly imagine the eyebrows of the woman when asked

"Should not you be, what I know, full of charm and magnetic ability to drink without messing with dignity and everywhere the blood of your victims? At least," pointed out right away, "is what they see in movies. "

The vampire began to observe the affected nails. "Um."

"Unless besides not being capable of inflicting fatal injuries to humans're not even a failure in the art of eating without making trouble."

"Uh," said the vampire, now head bowed and with a deep, unnatural redness to cover his neck.

"And unless you really know even recognize the menstrual blood of a woman from the blood of a gruesome crime scene. "

lasted a long silence in the room.

" Ew, "she finally did escape the vampire with a whimper." Ew ew ew. Yuck. Ew.

The woman let out a laugh full of wickedness typical of those who managed to leave a permanent mark in the lives of the poor unfortunate guy.

The vampire let out a couple of other good imitation of a retching; turned heels and fled away like hell.

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Who in the Sunshine [The Mortal Instruments]

Title: Who in the Sunshine
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments [ Shadowhunters in the Italian edition]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 520 (GoogleDocs)
Summary: "Uh-uh," Isabelle repeats, hypnotized by a advertisement containing a muscular body definitely in shape. The image changes to show a wrinkled old lady shaking a stick-style wise hermit of the desert.

Written for the first phase of "Trick or Treat Fest" of fanfic_italia. The title is taken from a song by Leonard Cohen.



Who in the Sunshine


"Being a vampire sucks," says Simon. He left his feet propped on the armrest of the couch and head to the right, holds his arms crossed over his chest, and a cover that covers the mid-chest to the knees.

The sunlight hits him across the sunset.

"Uh-uh," Isabelle responds with distraction, workers to change with frightening speed channels on cable television. A replica of American Idol makes room for the Friends that gives off to an advertisement on toilet paper.

"I mean," Simon continues undaunted, raising a hand to make some gesture of explanation, "in the beginning I wake up a little 'foggy in the middle of a cemetery, surrounded by people willing to a radius of four meters from me. people that I really care to make clear, has never shown great expression of friendship and empathy towards me. "

"Uh-uh," Isabelle repeats, hypnotized by advertising that contains a very muscular body in shape. The image changes to show a wrinkled old lady shaking a stick style wise hermit of the desert.

Isabelle click again on the remote control and ends on the evening news.

"Then, after the unpleasant surprise of finding the undead and vampire, the story takes another turn and I am not a real vampire. Can not be all that bad luck comes in to me, in short," heats a bit 'with a grunt and a blow dealt to the portion of the sofa on which it is drawn.

Isabelle's distracted glances back to find a channel that gives a new interesting advertising than ever before.

"Uh-uh," he says.

"Exactly," Simon smiled, grateful to finally have an ear sympathetic to listen.

"Mmm," says Isabelle, having just found that physical re-wrapped by a single cry, a tiny towel.

'Well, "Simon said thoughtfully," I just can not say, however, to be the most unfortunate of all. I mean. Just look what he had to endure these days Clary, "and emits a deep sigh.

"What?"

Isabelle Simon turns sharply to the set with inquiring eyes, body scream advertising forgotten.

" What thing?" question asks Simon.

" Clary what?"

"Clary is due to pass through a lot of trouble, "says Simon convinced, take a look a bit 'nostalgic on his face." And to think that only a month ago I made fun of me because I did the marathon Dungeons and Dragons ... "Isabelle

narrowing his eyes off the television with a sharp click. Then, letting him sign on the door, gets up and puts his boots left on the ground under the table.

"C'mon," he says, gripping with one hand and a leather jacket taking the stylus, keys and mobile phone from the tangle on the table.

A little 'confused and clearly surprised, Simon followed his directions and sets aside the blanket, pulling down and putting on flip-flops with a little' of clumsiness .

"Where are we going?" asks, absently rubbing the skin between the hem out white T-shirt and light jeans.

"out to eat," says Isabelle, taking his hand and leading him outside the apartment. Turn off the lights and close the door behind him.

"Uh," says Simon.

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Dream in the Doorway [Harry Potter]

Title: Dream in the Doorway
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 600 (MS Word)
Summary: With a step beyond the door, you take a hand to his forehead, as the only defense against the visible hurricane approaching.

This story is written according to the prompt 061. Criticombola of the Criticón. In the text there is a quote from the dictionary DeMauro Pearson, the title is taken from the song "Not your concern " (The Hush Sound).

does not hold any copyright about Harry Potter, or claim to use its people for profit.


Dream In The Doorway




Bellatrix feels suffocating.

With one eye warily on the door closes and another fun at its sister Narcissa, raises the cup of wine with the grace that is given and takes him to the mouth without drinking.

I gently hold the lower lip for a few seconds, watching warily from Narcissa over the edge of the glass, and for a moment she seems to have returned to their badly exploited youth, full of unruly thoughts and breaths hesitate to come and uncertainties exacerbated by the sense of unease.

Here's an episode of childhood Bellatrix:

A pair of twin dolls fragile is divided between Bellatrix and Andromeda.


Things happen like this: One day

Druelle watch their daughters critical spirit enough to notice the profound resemblance to the municipality. Surprised, a bit 'vaguely uneasy and perplexed, and approached her husband reported the observation just made. The words they exchange are the first of the week.

am:

"Bellatrix and Andromeda. Have you noticed? Are very much alike. "

" Really? "

" Really. "

" I had not noticed. "

Bellatrix inhale quietly and try to close one's mind if not his own eyes: a childhood spent with his family taught her to not let our guard down in front of anyone.

the Narcissa is still watching with a smile on his face.

Bellatrix lived fourteen years with the Dementors just to talk to: not a slight smile of his younger sister to make her tremble with fear.

Here's how things really happen: One day

Druelle see their daughters in a spirit quite critical as to notice the profound resemblance to the municipality. Surprised, a bit 'confused and vaguely uneasy, looking around her husband and finds him missing.

Thoughtful, calls him a house-elf and orders him with a vague wave of the hand of torturing the wall, rope, and a pair of scissors. It's always been able to think better with sobs of grief in the background.

The next day, take a feather and parchment for a particular request and sends letters to his artist friend.

Bellatrix thinks

Cool. Wind. Choke.

ar works in the show

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obsolete craftsman


In the same year, Bellatrix lost a father, an uncle, a cousin.

Regulus is what remains most in my memory in tatters: Scream (two), hiccup (four), gasp (three).

the slide images from the mind like water in his hands. Bellatrix recalls cries and prayers, supplication and tears.



Things continue as follows: The witch

approaches that has red painted nails. Bellatrix has not yet learned the fine art of tearing pictures and leave a hole made in their place of voices and non-vocals, and the impression remains that this woman is flesh and blood.

Bellatrix can not resist the two fingers that prop up the face, leaving search for the necessary time to formulate thoughts four (two images, five associated words).


Bellatrix thinks

No.



Andromeda is a slice of light stole the sun, half way between the shadow and non-twilight.

Bellatrix thinks

lips painted blood peaches; water.

Druelle The skirt, hidden from view but in memory: ink ghost who?


Bellatrix feels suffocating.

With a step beyond the door, put his hand to his forehead, visible as the only defense against the hurricane that is approaching.

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When the evening is spread out against the sky [Death Note]


Title:
When the evening is spread out Against the sky Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Word Count: 265
Summary: The Doctor offers Tea Rose.
The title is - as usual - borrowed from TS Eliot. The Doctor and Rose do not belong to me, as I do not belong to any copyright on a number of dubious origin tea and even more dubious infusion.




The Doctor raises his left eyebrow a particularly expressive. "Tea, Rose?"
Rose raises his right eyebrow and a sneer. "Yuck," he says, after sniffing the contents of the thermos reluctantly gave them to Jackie. "It seems that my mother is again venturing with special tea."
The Doctor raises the other eyebrow. "I would consider green tea a tea particularly unusual," he points out, pulling out a ceramic bowl and a glass in plastica da sotto i pannelli principali del Tardis. Ne osserva criticamente l'interno -- appaiono relativamente puliti -- e li riempie di tè ancora bollente. "Occhio che scotta," avverte, e ne inala profondamente l'odore con espressione beatifica.

Rose inarca l'altro suo sopracciglio. "Ho passato molti dei miei anni a sorbire gli esperimenti con tè esotici di mia madre," afferma, rifiutandosi di prendere in mano la tazza che le porge il Dottore. "Non ritengo di doverne sopportare altri."

Il Dottore ridacchia e ne sorseggia un poco. Poi sputa tossendo sul pavimento. "Che intruglio è mai this? "

Rose tilts her head sideways and smiles wickedly. "I reckon you would rather not know," he says, casually picking up the yellow thermos and hiding it carefully in the space vacated by the panels under the cup and the cup.

The Doctor picks up, and nods, going to the inside of the Tardis to find a cleaning cloth, assuming an expression of annoyance in equal shares - was already looking forward to good hot tea - and confused - not thought it possible to damage the normal green tea.

Rose sighs, takes the cup and the cup, and follows the Doctor into the kitchen.

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61. Dream In The Doorway
, Harry Potter