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Eater

There was once a small flame. It was really small, but not too much to be considered a flame. Wandering the world in search of a home where they take place. One day through a forest he saw a beautiful tree nuts, loved it. Neither knew each other, but she knew that her feeling was real. So he approached the tree and with great surprise he began to speak, but not revealing what he felt ... Passaro day, and these seguirino month. Always with the shaft and the flame, facing each other, talking and talking, to tell. She travels with her, with her feelings, with its fears, with his antics ... he so wise, so calm ... He told how he was still nice to be born and lived in the same place, seeing the forest grow. One day he, contrary to what he usually did, he did take the impulse and told her of love ... The flame would be could not be happier, she also revealed what he felt the sumptuous foliage. They continued to look incredulous. He folded his arms towards her, that fell upon it eagerly. As soon as the two touched, she changed into something. The landscape becomes clouded and lost his reason. In contact with her beloved lit terrible on him. Red fury, they made off in the living crown. He could not understand, he wondered if this was indeed the nature of love, felt the crackle of his body but could not trouble about convinced that the pain was part of her was part of the whole. He let go, fall prey to what was dearest to the world. She, unconscious, burned completely.

After a long time when there had been that the ashes of something that was, she managed to return itself. The horror took hold of her. Black powder, this had reduced the other half of his heart. Thinking that she had not asked for more, wanted nothing more. He trailed off and tried ... but could not, so the body was nourished him. A flame without a soul, this became. His heart was in pieces, and pieces began again to wander the world. What he saw, what he remembered of his tree, the burned without a trace, believes that absorbing parts of the whole in some way would find her beloved. Nothing more interest and her heart was dead. He stayed for days on the bank of a stream, determined to go out in that water so clear. But while he was there to look at himself into oblivion, something spoke within her, telling her to go ahead, saying that would have found the right way to understand ...

Years went by, she always wandered without ever subside in one place, determined to find the answer, determined to find the reason. He arrived in a small town, the circus was waiting for her. He was attracted by the colored lights, flashing, light-hearted. He did not want to enter, he did not want to see other people, so we sat outside, listening to the screams of laughter and amazement of those who were inside. She fell asleep, his riveglio the lights were out and the silence made the rounds in the tent. He got up to leave when he saw something in the distance. An imposing figure advancing towards her, lit only by the full moon. Big shoulders, a head without hair, shiny as light of the moon is reflected. He wore a black tank top as his thick beard, and over crimson suspenders, filthy brown corduroy pants. He felt the hand of fate fall upon her. He stood still until the man was not the opposite. Without saying a word, and heard the noise of the air flowing away from the big nostrils. He even said nothing, reached out and grabbed the flame taking it high above his head. She felt that her tree was back in the will of the silent man. He looked up at her, opened his mouth and dropped it.

As he fell into the maw of this man, he realized that the wishes come true at last, but must find the right form to do so.

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BeatBox

I was sure was a good idea to go home, and when I turned the key in the door I immediately felt better. I hung my jacket and I took off my shoes there in the hall. My head was spinning a bit '. I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. I went into the bathroom and opened the hot water tap. That noise in free-fall liquid aside all my thoughts. I took off all the clothes fell perhaps more tired than me on the floor. While I did slip on that bad day, and washed away all the bad things that I thought, I reached for a moment the silence in my mind. He was handsome, was calm. Concentari me for a little over that feeling and I was even difficult to feel the hot jet fell on my skin. I laid my hand on the wall ... I wanted to stay there motionless all night. Yet in the end closed the tap and went out of the shower. As I slipped nell'accappatoio cold, a strange thought crossed my mind ... "open the damn box," he told me that bastard in my brain. "You can not be stupid enough to actually do it," whispered alone like a madman. As I was saying this shit, I heard a noise coming from the entrance. With only one wet rag on him I left the bathroom, I concentrated for a moment. Could better distinguish the sound ... it was rhythmic, like a ticking. My blood froze ... I wanted to kill the fuckers in a so low?! They had a damn bomb in that box of shit, I was told that I should deliver it to a guy, but it was all a trick! They knew that I would not go immediately to that place, they knew that I would return here and now I was doomed! I was there fell curse! I started running like crazy towards the bedroom, slamming his foot against that damn dresser, slipped under the bed, tried to shelter curled up like a green leaf that is burning in the fireplace. I waited a second endless ... I could distinctly hear the noise in the silence of my fear. I do not know why I started to count ... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5 ... I got to 37 and nothing happened. Why are you spending so much to explode?! Surely it was a perverse trick of those damned! I thought he had deliberately set the timer with a longer time so as to make me think of being safe ...

I stood there under my bed, in company with years of dust. Maybe for an hour. Immobile, unable to think of anything. But now I run away ... I had to go to the toilet ... The tension began to ease as before, in my mind is the idea that he could not even be a bomb. Maybe they did not want to kill me, for the moment. If they wanted they could easily do it at the Toaster. Instead I was home. The idea seemed plausible. I went out from under it. Methuselah looked out of his damn cellar, how much dust I was wearing. At this point I wanted to see clearly, I wanted to open that box dick and see what's inside. Before I pop into that niche and then walked to the cabinet near the door. He stood there wrapped in my handkerchief, brown, with its ominous ticking. Untied the knot and I picked him up. The cold I was burning my hand already. I went into the kitchen and leaned there on the table. I turned a chair and sat astride it. We were staring at him. I could feel it, even the damn thing in some ways I was studying. The game looks pretty pissed off he was interrupted by the whistle of the kettle, surely he had shit on me as I was before and now wanted to do the blowhard to recover. It took off from the fire, grabbed a cup from the dish drainer on top and poured us hot water. By the cabinet at the bottom pulled out the box with the tea that was damn old and it took me a while 'in a filter. Dived into the cup took it all and I sat down again. Now there were two to fix this thing, we were ahead. I had to laugh and took courage.

"I do not have box of shit Now I know which exploded as soon as I will try to open yourself But you know what I say? I do not care!"

"Take cover," I said to the cup.

I raised the hook that held it closed and opened it very, very slowly. I felt that cup of fucking take the piss. Eventually I opened it all ... What the hell was that thing in there!? By God, it seemed, had indeed had a heart ...! It was moving, pulsing, but the noise that came out was a metallic ticking ... I was shocked. I thought I'd throw up, but then to look good Semra not even a true heart ... Apart from the fact that he was completely clean. No drop of blood, nothing. It was not even red as one expects a heart ... it was light green, green oil. Those who were to be the veins were a glossy black. It looked more like a stone heart, but it moved. I do not know what goes through my head, but took it in hand, as in an automatic gesture. It was cold. A piece of ice button. I was horrified but also fascinated in some way. I kept staring at him careless of the cold that takes hold of me. Now that I think, by the cold hand was spreading throughout the body. For Suddenly I felt that I was going to faint, that thing I was doing something. I fell on my knees, that thing was slipping from his hands into the ground. As soon as I was free of my body heat back improvvisamnte, intense. I felt burned. I started screaming, ran to the bathroom and I ficcai under cold water. After a moment, the feeling disappeared and came back to have a cold ... cold normal this time, blame the water in winter. Un'ascigamano taken and tied me in life. I left the bathroom and put on a shirt found in the lounge on the couch. Glanced away from that thing on the floor. I had to go and pick it up. I used as an excuse to myself that having sincerami how the same cup. He was fine. I picked up a glove and picked that thing. It was cold all the same. Put it back in its box while I was going to close it after I noticed something on one side of the devilry ... very small, there was a symbol. It was a circle with a square in the square there were two opposing lines and convex curves with a dot in the center. Outside the circles at the corners of the square there were some strange letters, the language could be the same incisions that were on the box.

I opened the kitchen drawer where I kept packages Creative Commons ... I took off one and lit with a match ... The smoke rose as much as I was uncertain on dafarsi, but he also wanted to get some light in this matter. We took a decision. Before taking everything from that guy, Gordon Jin called, we would examine the box from my trusted expert ...

amazing how we were smoking and I agree, it never happened.

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The boaster Toaster

the endless night. I tried only to go to that bad place, not to think about anything else. My ears were whistling in the silence. It took a while 'but eventually I got in front of that sign worn and crooked. "The boaster Toaster" was called, the antechamber of my personal hell. A narrow building squeezed between the palaces of the sticky edge. No windows, not that the view was worth it, only a small iron door, a time will be even been red, but now it was more of a teenage polish color ... I did a little 'courage, came from outside the door, the wind, I strongly urged to take off my fast from there, but I could not listen to him. I banged a couple of blows with the knuckles of the hand, I heard the thud of the vacuum behind the stupid door. Someone opened the door, without even asking who I was. Bad sign, these people are not open to anyone and that meant that I have been waiting for. The anxiety began pounding on his knees trying to make me give up, damn shameful. I could light a fire but no such stress would be introduced in that place without bad consequences. I entered. The guy that I had opened was bald and extremely high, pitch-black eyebrows, but without a trace of beard. He could worry and I did not understand the reason. I do not say anything, just made me way through a darkened corridor and then down the stairs quite steep. The walls were not white, seemed covered with something strange. They were not smooth, there was a strange black patina and lumpy. The bald guy could not see me, I sent ahead to spend enough. The temptation to touch that thing ever prevailed. I pulled my finger as if to steal a piece 'of the jam jar. When I touched the mess vomiting was going to join me. It was slimy and sticky. It seemed some sort of resin or something dark. I went up to the nose as if you were the best of the hounds, but years of happy sfumacchiate had reduced my sense of smell a rag. I could still you hear a sour smell, iron. While looking for something in my pocket which I clean up the mess on his hands, the dumb guy spun around and showing that he could speak, he said

"I was you I would not touch anything if you care that your fingers will remain attached where they are ... "

"hey, nice quiet" I said, "I have a hunger for cock and you have this on the walls looks like a grandmother's jam out a bit 'wrong, if you give me a slice of bread tasting ...". The

permalosone took offense and gave me a look from "ubiaco are filthy and I want to lead your hands", but he was not drunk, but certainly he would like to shake a bit 'palette that had attached to those arms.

the corridor of candy we got a big round room. Medieval tapestries with scenes of battles cover the walls, old wooden furniture and a chandelier disturbing, like a bare tree toppled. Actually I was not sure was a chandelier, as it does not emit light and there was not a damn lightbulb. The room was still lit, but by a strange red light, I could not understand where it came from. Bowling ball told me to wait there without touching anything. I was alone and started looking around for some information ... While rummaging in an old chest of drawers, which of course was empty, I began to hear a noise coming from the bottom. It was as if something was scratched and scratched. Came from all over the floor, not a point sigolo ... I thought a lot of rats ... mice ... too many mice. That place really starts to give me the creeps. Anxiety, hot flashes, I was shit and the guy got it worse than before to say that I could now be received ... Strangely, as soon as he entered the room the noise stopped ... The thing I smelled badly, but I was not there for that. Paths out of the room a small passage, the temperature dropped sharply, it was bitterly cold. I came to a door and the cold became more intense ... I realized I have arrived. I was in shit up to the elbows. I did not have time to get closer to the door to turn the handle a husky voice that he invited me to enter. There he was, sitting in a chair, the man who smells of death, Dowle.

"Sit down, William ..." he said.

"We know what you want, and do not believe it, but we are willing to give it to you. In return you give us a small favor ...".

While staring at me waiting for an answer I could think of nothing but that "we." He said "we." That is, there were other ... In all these years of digging in the mud, I had never heard that in the Toaster there was more of a mind. This complicates things, not to mention the "please" I would ask ...

"You have to go from one person and give him something from us."

"Only that?" I asked.

"Just this. When you have done your homework we'll give you the cash."

accepted. He told me where to go and who to look for, I had to get out there and wait for someone to entry that would give me a package. I did exactly what I had said, coming out of that room began to breathe more freely and to sweat anything but frost. Retraced the contrary, the way I did talk with coach before. Turning round the room I did not hear any noise. I found the door. I waited a bit ', and my dry throat seemed to have every intention to get out there to sling drink somewhere without me. At the end of the funny guy with the eyebrows came and gave me a wooden box, opened the door and he pointed out. Maybe a child had beaten too much or too little was undecided.

air out of the Toaster was pleasantly pungent. It was released unharmed. I had to laugh and I did. Hysterical laughter in the night, with nothing funny below. I tried to calm down a bit ', certainly in bad place that had managed to hear my laughter and release were enjoying, they could be sure that I was afraid of them.

The box weighed little, was bronze with notches in the black that I could not understand. The characters were unknown to me ... who knows what kind of language was written, but mostly I wonder what the hell it said. The hand with where I wanted it was freezing, I took my handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it in there. Putting his hand in his pocket bumped the package. Now that I had left the flames could be free again, so I lit one. I tasted the first mouthful intense. I decided to go home before you do that for those bastards. I needed to wash, to lie, my tea ...