I grabbed some of my moms bags and headed inside.
When I opened the door, it opened up into a big room.
"Living room." My mom alisema throwing her bags down in the center of the big room. "Dinning," She then pointed to the room directly beside the 'living room'. The 'dinning room' had no walls seperating it, it was open right inayofuata to the 'living room'.
She then walked towards a door to the right of us. "Deffenitly, Kitchen." She alisema as she looked in the room.
I walked up beside her to see the room for myself.
It was small, would be better used for the 'dinning room' but I didnt say anything. The walls were white and the floors were a cream colored wood. It had one window on the far right of the room.
The room sorta had a closterphobic feeling.
"Come on." She alisema grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the room. "Lets go find your room."
We opened a few zaidi doors before we finally found the hallway.
The hallway led to three other doors.
The first door was obviously a bathroom. No windows, White walls, and white linolium floors.
The inayofuata room was big and open. It looked out onto the pond in the back-yard.
"Wow." I whispered as I walked to the center of the room.
"Beautiful, isnt it?" My mom alisema coming up beside me. We both had our eyes locked on the beautiful pond out-back.
The water in the pond was perfectly clear, no seaweed. There was three perfect lilly-pads sitting in the center, that were surrounded kwa beautiful blossomed water lillys.
"You can have this room." She alisema walking out of the beautiful rooms view.
"what?" I aksed dazed.
She walked back into the room ,"I alisema wewe can have that room. I like this one anyways." She alisema walking out of the room again.
I followed her into the other room.
"You know I dont like big rooms." She alisema as I walked into her room.
"Are wewe sure?" I asked.
"Absoutly. wewe like that room alot." She alisema as she patted me on the shoulder.
"Its just peacefull." I replied.
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When I opened the door, it opened up into a big room.
"Living room." My mom alisema throwing her bags down in the center of the big room. "Dinning," She then pointed to the room directly beside the 'living room'. The 'dinning room' had no walls seperating it, it was open right inayofuata to the 'living room'.
She then walked towards a door to the right of us. "Deffenitly, Kitchen." She alisema as she looked in the room.
I walked up beside her to see the room for myself.
It was small, would be better used for the 'dinning room' but I didnt say anything. The walls were white and the floors were a cream colored wood. It had one window on the far right of the room.
The room sorta had a closterphobic feeling.
"Come on." She alisema grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the room. "Lets go find your room."
We opened a few zaidi doors before we finally found the hallway.
The hallway led to three other doors.
The first door was obviously a bathroom. No windows, White walls, and white linolium floors.
The inayofuata room was big and open. It looked out onto the pond in the back-yard.
"Wow." I whispered as I walked to the center of the room.
"Beautiful, isnt it?" My mom alisema coming up beside me. We both had our eyes locked on the beautiful pond out-back.
The water in the pond was perfectly clear, no seaweed. There was three perfect lilly-pads sitting in the center, that were surrounded kwa beautiful blossomed water lillys.
"You can have this room." She alisema walking out of the beautiful rooms view.
"what?" I aksed dazed.
She walked back into the room ,"I alisema wewe can have that room. I like this one anyways." She alisema walking out of the room again.
I followed her into the other room.
"You know I dont like big rooms." She alisema as I walked into her room.
"Are wewe sure?" I asked.
"Absoutly. wewe like that room alot." She alisema as she patted me on the shoulder.
"Its just peacefull." I replied.
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Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the jikoni where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the sekunde drawer inayofuata to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
She ran to the stairs and went to the jikoni where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the sekunde drawer inayofuata to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
Here is a fiction based on Tokio Hotel and actor Thomas Dekker (and his band).
Find out why, the friend of Tom Kaulitz (Thomas Dekker), met in an American onyesha "Stars Dance Ice" (Ice Dance with the Stars),
could not collaborate musically with Tokio Hotel. And why, Tom Kaulitz regrets having made Marafiki with him during the show, then dragging his group into a descent into Hell that they would never have
imagined living one day, discovering the darkness and taboos of the American world.
It's a science fiction fiction, horror, yaoi / het and +18
Inspired by:
- American Satan
- Village of the Damned
- Invasion Los Angeles / They Live
- The Strain
- V (2009)
- The Magicians
- vitabu kwa David Icke
Good reading.
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