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I did! MIA

50,074 words, according to the counter NaNo! (And the fucked me write more than what makes mine;))



course I had to write at work as a gross, but ... Was worth it!

Thank you, thank you very much everybody. Really! Has been extraordinary.

Barbara Weber Paintings

So I've been. It seems clear that I will not stop the Nano on time. But we'll see ... you never know. The problem is I have too many practical work of the faculty and I have no time. And, when I finish, I will not go before the pc out of respect to my eyeballs

XDDD Anyway, here's the third (and final at last) part of Carmen. That it was time it ended, a simple pa quedao chapter is longer than ...
finally

- I'm ready to learn. Carmen, you have not tried the soup that left you.
- I have not hungry, do not think I can eat anything.
- Well, you get better. Then it will make you crave. Now tell me what that was all yesterday. Carmen

doubted whether to tell the truth, was his friend, but many of its small interior parts were against. Lie decided not to worry.

- Everything went well.
- Everything went well? That is not an answer.
- But it's what happened, everything went well. Do not know what else you want to know, not good to be so curious.

smiled a smile that reassured nothing Vico.
- Okay, you're right. But you know I want you to tell me what happened as soon as you better. Not all the details, but something else.

He gave another kiss on the forehead. Vico left the room, but there was something that eluded him, something is not closed. Carmen should be the happiest girl on earth right now. I did not think just because to catch a cold did not want to tell you more. He was right. Carmen

still in bed, not knowing who to listen, she was not her, it would not anymore, I noticed how they had fragmented into many smaller, and all talking at once. Trying to separate the voices, so you can listen at a time. But it was useless. The house was already in the greatest silence, but she kept hearing a continuous uproar. Suddenly, he saw nothing. Everything was dark. I could only feel a cold that began in the feet and continued to climb. Did not hurt anything, I felt nothing, only the cold. He could not know how much time passed in that state, pero el frío que le recorría los pies se mezcló con un calor repentino en sus manos. Sentía algo a lo lejos, un murmullo. Pero estaba cada vez más cerca. Muy cerca. Conforme pasaban los segundos se hacía más fuerte. Hasta que, al final, una de sus muchas partes le prestó atención.

--¡Carmen! ¿Pero qué? ¿Qué has hecho?

En ese momento la muchacha reaccionó, era la voz de Vico. Ya tenía los ojos abiertos, pero era la primera vez que veía donde estaba. Era una habitación enorme, estaba descalza, ese debía de haber sido el frío que sentía. Recordaba un calor en sus manos, así que las miró. Estaban manchadas de sangre. Fue entonces when he looked down into the bed. Paul lay there, eyes wide open, but still, her blouse was stained the same shade of red that the hands of the girl. He had a knife on the floor.

- What happened?
- You have killed the young lord.
- No ... is not possible ... I do not ... I remember nothing.
- Well you're here with a knife in his hands and his chest covered with stab wounds.
- But ... no ... I do not ...
- What happened last night?
- Last night? Yes, he deserved it, I've been the one you have, the bastard deserved it! What do I say? No one deserves this! Yes he deserves! For rape! Vico

attending Carmen kept the conversation to herself in disbelief. Her friend had lost his mind. If what he said was true, Paul would have violated. The girl was still talking.

- If I had stayed in the countryside with my parents, this would not have happened. Everything there was light. But here everything is filled with shadows, at least you're done with the deceased. This will not make the shadows go, but I feel better. But ... Why? Everything had to have been perfect ... Vico
could take no more.
- Carmen, you leave. Any time people come and see you here. Come, walk away, run.
- Before I change my dress. Do not want this being damaged.

The purple dress was torn in some areas, and stained with blood, but it seemed that it was not looking.
- Okay, take one of the maid dresses are stretched out, and will be dry. But go if you do not want to suffer the same fate as the young lord.
- That no luck, it was his destiny.
- So you decide the fate of people now.
- No, he chose last night. He was dead before I killed him. But ...?

Why talk like that, Vico? What have I done? God!
The girl began to mourn.

- Come small, get one of those clothes and fled. The better. Carmen
ran into the yard, picked up and changed clothes. When the dress was heard inside it was a very nice dress and that was his, that no one should put except her. He put in a hhatillo and left the house Marchal, in much horror, but also happy, scared, happy and thinking about what Vico would miss and the lords. They never forgive. But Paul had it coming. He deserved death, and was dead. According

heard a couple of days later on the streets of Madrid, the news had shocked many of high society. The sought, but no one stops to watch a ragged beggar sitting in a corner. That was what appeared, that was what most people inside were voted most appropriate. Madrid lingered about three years until she was 20, 1935. One night, before dawn, struck a man on the street, mumbled something apologetic and moved on. But it took her bundle.

- I've already apologized, I can not go back. Or I can? I do not know ... if you try, it might work and then come back long ago, back with my parents, back about 15 years ago when everything was light, not like now ...
- Look at me small.
Carmen looked at the man, handsome, seemed to have some class, although not think it was English. He was blond, fair-skinned, blue-eyed, almost transparent.
- His eyes are empty.
- I would not have said it better, what's your name?
- Before Carmen called me, but years ago no one called me.
- You are very beautiful.
- That sounds like the past, to dances and parties.
- You have a strange perception of reality. But never mind, your beauty is so perfect that it does not deserve that flower wilting after spring
And then when it happened. That strange landed gently on the neck of Carmen

and hugged her. But in the broadest sense of the word. She felt a slight prick, but he was too busy silencing inside to pay attention to what was happening. It was empty, but their voices were silent. He was getting weaker, but it was a pleasant weakness. Everything went back to black. Again. But what Carmen was then felt warmth on her lips and a desire to drink indescribable. He drank until the stranger pulled his arm.

- Well, I think it is quite, small. I got another piece of art immortal, yet much of it made it your parents, do not you think?

His parents. Carmen had thought about them, what opinarían it, and never dared to return to their land.

- One thing before I go, beautiful. Do not let me give you the sun will never see. I think the rest we can discover for yourself. Someday we'll see.

She sat on the street. Tired. A sharp pain started to travel throughout the body, but did not care, I was busy thinking about their parents. Visit them. He had decided. The pain subsided and Carmen felt a strange force inside. The voices were more hectic than ever, but now was different. The sun would soon and that man had told I should not see it.

When standing noted that he had left a wad of money at his side. He thought that it could go to a hostel and could wash and clean. Had for years without doing it properly. He entered the first guest he saw. The lady at the counter looked at her strangely, but she taught money and his face changed.

- Of course, here is the key to his room, number 7.
- Thank you, sir.

Carmen came into the room, showered and looked in the mirror. It was not the same, was somewhat pale and her eyes had changed color slightly, were more clear. With no no more clothes, she fell asleep in bed with a towel. He got under the covers, but not because he was cold, it was strange but I felt cold towel dipped in winter. I knew something new was happening and I enjoyed experimenting. But it was the first time I saw a bed in years, so I fell asleep when the sun rose and when he awoke, the night was falling.

now only wanted to go home, wanted to see her parents, watch your favorite places. It seemed that her more childish side prevailed at the time.

With the money he had left his mystery man, bought clothes and he managed to travel night to reach what was his home. Was not there. The place where she had lived had changed. Now the fields were no longer at the place where I was his little house now had a great ship. Something industrial. Approached.
- Miss, can not be here.
- do not?
- No. I will guard the factory. Velo for their safety.
- Sorry, I was actually looking for the family that lived here before.
- Do Molina?
- Exactly.
- Well, not here. When all this was set up were working a few years, but upon learning that his only daughter killed the heir to the Marchal left him. Clear que creo que les hubieran despedido de todas formas.

Carmen no se lo esperaba. No se esperaba nada de aquello. Ella quería ver los campos y el riachuelo y todo lo que era su hogar. Pero ya no existía, al igual que ella.
Una sed repentina le sobrevino de repente, no había tenido hambre desde que aquel hombre le dio de beber y no se lo había planteado siquiera. Pero aquél guardia... parecía apetecible.

--Y, dígame --continuó Carmen mientras se acercaba al guardia--, ¿sabe qué fue de ellos?
--Pues no demasiado, lo único que sé es que se fueron a vivir al pueblo más cercano.
--¿Es todo lo que sabe?
--Sí, siento no poder ayudarla más.
- Yes you can ... Carmen

pounced on that poor man and bit him in the neck. The blood was warm and filled with a strange vitality. It was the first victim of Carmen as a vamp, it goes without saying that it would be the last.
So the next stop was the town that she went with her father in his battered car occasionally. Arrived, but everything was different too. Nothing was the same.

- asked a woman he found on the street.
- Sorry, I'm looking to the Molina family, do you know?
- Molina's family? Is the daughter who killed master?
- Yes, the same.
- Then came here after all known, living in a street near the center of town. But the people are not very big, so you're about 5 minutes to find the house.
- Thank you, good woman. Carmen

approached him, not hungry, but broke his neck. He was surprised how easy it was, just had to push. Not that the woman had done nothing, but I felt I had to. I had noticed a tone of contempt for their parents and that could not tolerate.

Asking a couple of people came to the house. He knocked on the door. He opened an older man, but he recognized instantly.

- Father!

The man opened his eyes in surprise, could not believe what was happening.

- Carmen?

She listened as her mother went to a room.

- Go, do not stand out.

The reunion was very strange. None of them knew what to say. But Carmen's mother began to speak:

- daughter, we love you, you always have wanted and have maintained your innocence.
- You should not.
Terror was momentarily in the face of their parents.
- What?
- That is true, I killed the young Paul Marchal. He deserved it.
--Pero tú no puedes decidir quién vive o muere.
--Sí que puedo, de hecho lo hice.
--Pero... ¿qué fue lo que hizo para merecer una muerte tan espantosa? Dicen que lo apuñalaste salvajemente numerosas veces.
--Sí. Me engañó. Me hizo creer que el era el héroe de mi historia. Y después me violó delante de sus amigos. Nada ha sido igual desde esa noche.
Silencio. La madre de Carmen comenzó a llorar y la abrazó.
--Estás muy fría, mi pequeña. Nunca debimos dejarte ir.
--Ese malnacido...

Era la primera frase con la que el padre de la chica contribuía a la conversación.
--Perdónanos, tu madre tiene razón, deberíamos have refused.
- not know that this would happen. Not even me. I should listen to one of my vocals before going there, but then still not talking to me.

Carmen's parents exchanged a worried look.
- Mother, I can see you're pregnant, right?
- Yes, you'll have a little brother or sister.
- Too bad they do not know.
- How? Why?
- not to see me again after today. I have to go. All agree that, yes. It's the best.

Then Carmen's father approached him and looked into her eyes.

- What happened? It is as if you were not you. As if you were just a wrapper.
- nothing was ever the same since, as we have said.

girl who spoke in the plural did not like too much to the parents, we remained very worried.

- But I'm fine, really. Never better or been more free. It's just a part of me wanted to see you and I have heard. Now I know that I will well and soon I sustituiréis with another son, I leave.
- Do not replace, simply enlarge the family.
Carmen smiled, she was already happy. Could continue their journey.
- I have to go now. In villages all know and soon you will hear cries of alarm. I'm going now that it is still night. Carmen

kissed them both and headed for the door. They do not do anything, because they still believed in it. Who knows? Maybe see you again someday. Decided to go to a southern city. I wanted to spend a season there. Córdoba. Cordoba would be perfect. I had read things about the city, monuments and other important palaces that had been Muslim or stays a long time. That appealed to him.
And that's where he lived for about a year. Not anymore. Went out at night and walked the streets of the old, sometimes looking for new dams and sometimes just for pleasure visual. The city fascinated.

But in the summer of 1936, things changed. The English Civil War made things got ugly. People did not go too far from their homes and terror was palpable in the air. That should have liked to Carmen, the chaos, but got bored of mortals. Did not like all that and decided to leave.
She slipped into the holds of a freighter out of Algeciras and down when they landed in London. That city also captivated. Therefore, he decided to make it their new home.

But things just were well more than a couple of years. It seemed that the pursuit of war. World War II broke out. This time there could escape. Humans kill each other for stupid reasons. Why worried if she killed a couple of them a week? Did not understand.

During that war, which lasted until 1945, Carmen had a good time. Chaos reigned more than in Spain and the fun was assured.

But what he remembers most of the time, is met "him" of his true history. Which began in 1935. One night he hit.

- Excuse me, miss.
- It shall be forgiven.
Looking at him she knew. It was like her. A vampire.
- Are you ...?
- Yes I am. My name is Anthony, do you?
- I am Carmen.

spent the war years drinking blood here and there. She stopped killing for pleasure, because he liked to talk to their new hero. He discovered that she could create other vampires and that their race did not usually walk alone. Anthony was an exception.

- I do not like walking around with a bunch of vampires. They call too much attention and I always liked to go unnoticed. Belong to the shadows and that is what we should be.
- Shadows. I like it. We'll be shadows, the same shade. Do you agree?
- Sounds good, small, that's fine. There was something

man and some gray hair. Carmen did not know what it was, but felt confident his side. He did not trust too much because if he had relaxed and let down their guard had detached from reality. Although I felt that if I could trust Anthony, many voices were shouting it from the inside.

was a few years of peace. Life was beautiful and killed only just enough to eat, did not need anything else. A Carmen seemed a radical change that the report that Anthony would never kill.

- Do you think let you die?
- Do not want to kill more human, that's all.
- But what else will give you human?
- About Us were human once.
- Yes, and we got through it. I do not think we should all let alone that we should respect them. Most of my troubles are due to them. They wanted me to play too, but the doll was pretty broke.
- That does not mean there are not good people.
- So what? Have you decided on a sudden?
- You have not noticed, but I've no time to kill.
- But if we went hunting yesterday ...
- Yes, but I do not drink all the blood vessel, small. Let them live. Do you know that this can be done?
- Of course I know. But do not interest me.
- Why not?
- Why must I care? Do you think that they care? If you know of our existence exterminate us without thinking twice!
- That's because we are monsters, are unnatural.
- more monsters are not they! They kill any bullshit, and I look normal! We at least, we do need!
- You are mistaken. No need to kill, and you've explained.
- But I do not care, because I want to kill kill! I can not reproach it because they do the same. Are not the wars kill kill?
- You're twisting around, Carmen.
- No, do not misrepresent anything, I see my reality.
- Your reality is very different from the rest of mortals.
- is that I am not mortal! So I see beyond. If we could make us masters of all, is not you see? Have long been out of play and want action. I hear them scream in terror or feel faint in my arms. Do not cry since the war ended and I'm bored.
- How can you be so cruel?
- I am not cruel, I did so and now too late to change. I used to be a very peaceful and dreamy human.
- What happened to now be so inconsiderate to others?
- I broke into a thousand pieces, I was taught that dreams are only good for children. This is the result and thought that you hated ...
- And you do not, really. Is that these outbursts that have occasionally embarrassed me. That's it.
- Sorry, will not happen again, I'll be a good girl.

Anthony knew that after that conversation, things could not stay the same. Need time to let them understand Carmen did not want to hurt her. Had done so long ago. Anthony

adapted a strategy. He went away little by little, gradually, so that she would not notice. She said nothing, but he realized what was happening. Inside voices shouting confused and no clearly perceived. During that time Carmen came single, Anthony just accompanied now. For him, all those tinkering with the victims before killing them did not like. And little by little, one of the voices whispered in his ear: check us out another partner, we want to play in pairs.
Carmen came to the place where he lived with Anthony.

- I brought a guest.

Anthony looked up from her book, she recalled that there was a time in which he liked to read. The memory was painful.

- Have you returned to fool someone? I told you not want more victims at home.
- Oh - Carmen began with a mischievous smile on his lips - but this is not a guest of those. One of us. From a couple of hours. Anthony
finally closed the book.
- Excuse me?
- I built a friend. Have I done something wrong, Dad?
still smiling, but this time he put his finger on the chin, like a little girl.
- I guess not, you can do whatever you want. But obviously I do not need.
- I needed you. I needed you. But were not there when I spoke to the clouds and trees. You were not. Now I have someone who is always willing to play me, I've taken care of that.

Anthony was approached and whispered in his ear:

- I think it's something crazy, but I did not have in mind.
- Me leave.
- Are you going?
- I see that you're a big girl at all. Do not need me anymore and it may be best. I must have always alone.
- Do not you want me? - Carmen asked pouting.
- course I love you, you know. But I can not go on much longer, I feel bad for you.
- But if I feel great.
- That's the problem, baby.
- do not understand.
- never will.

With a somewhat paternalistic gesture, Anthony stroked the girl's head and prepared to collect her things.

- And ... and ... Do not we see, boy?
- Sure. I will always be in London, do not worry.
- I do not want you to go, I said that I needed, but still I need you, was a lie!
The new vampire had sat in a corner and was hunched, listening without paying much attention. Small cracks in the wall appeared to be more interesting.
- should not take it back, I know you care, but not enough to keep us together. We will be better if we parted. You're not alone, you have company.
- but it means nothing. Nothing!
- Maybe, but I can not stay here, I miss the solitude.
- But you said it's not good to play alone, right?
- Others do not accept that lifestyle, but I no me importa demasiado lo que piensen.
--A mí sí que me importa, bueno, de vez en cuando. En realidad no sé por qué debía importarme. Pero bueno, sí, es mejor que me acepten.
--Haz más amigos. No sé si debes fabricarlos o debes chocar con ellos como chocaste conmigo, pero debes ser libre. Yo no podría ser libre contigo, pero ya sabes lo que dicen: ojos que no ven...
--Sé muy feliz, pequeña. Haz todo lo que quieras, pero no me hagas enfadar demasiado, ¿eh?

Y, besándola en la frente, Anthony salió de la vida de Carmen en 1950.

Ella se quedó allí, mirando al nuevo vampiro. Pero sin verlo. Dentro de ella sus voces se habían divided in two: those who wanted to stay forever with Anthony and those who wanted to be free. The latter were stronger and just cried Carmen Anthony's departure on the first day.

After that began a journey. A trip that would take around the world. Seeing things that no one would imagine and doing things that nobody in their right mind would want to know. Until the nineties did not return to London. Anthony was there, but it was not the same, it never was. They two became a memory. A nice memory for both. But no more.



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Lipoma Surgery Recovery

Dirty tricks to increase your NaNo words

- Do as Elenis and adds unnecessary titles:
"Sixteen
November 16, 2006" -> +6 words (and we +8 Thirty-one!)

- Death to adverbs in-mind:
"happily with joy = (+2 )
"a sober soberly =" (+3)
"disgustingly = as would a disgusting worm" (+5)

- Use paraphrasing!
"is often the case that we can predict how they will end up" (+9)

- Make redundant dialogue under the guise of giving a more natural look:
"" No, no, listen, wait, Miguel Angel put his hand on my arm. Do not be so. Have you angry? Sorry. I'm sorry, honey, of truth. "

- Garnish with adjectives:
" absolute silence "(+2)
" special candor "(+2)

- And of course, use double names! Miguel Ángel, José Luis, Maria Escudero, Mr. Gonzalez, as you please. Simply, we are more than one word.

Follow my advice and you will come to swell plump your counter to my 23,000 words. Ah, what you have already written more than that? Well, but You know you do not get anywhere being clean ... 0:);)

Hemorrhoid Cushions Driving

nanofrikis @ 2006-11-13T22: 14:00

Good night all ^ ^ it seems I have the honor of opening the section nanodibujos this year:) I just hope not to offend Ald many sensitivities and forgive me for this ^ ^ UU As you can see, I'm pretty clumsy, but I had to draw, to me, is "the scene" Chrysalis, at least so far:) Lucia Alba, their chance encounter . So fragile and so beautiful

besin! :)

How Do You Wear A Garter Belt

Sigh

After nano-odd weeks, I'm afraid I have to make it official (though, in order, and ye shall have come to realize), with great pain and tears and scratched walls and tore his hair to pull:
I can not betear
this year.

I could with the first chapters because they had agreed clear day at work and head, but as things are hectic in my life lately academic do not think those two things at once occur very often. Today, for example, does not seem to have a lot of work but last night I slept little and I have a clear mind to read, much less to make a meaningful review.

not know how proud I am of all of this community and how you have been the batteries this year. Give me the seven evils every time I go to LJ and I see that you posted and nobody has been able betear yet, because I know I can not and I love Tolkien> __ \u0026lt;

Anyway, this is not going to be pending. I can promise and promise ...! I assure you that just have a spare moment and I'll clear mind where I stayed each (so, for example in your case, rakshah , I have to go back to prehistory ... * cries * T_T and sticks), until one day all you have finished your wonderful stories and I follow in an infinite loop by reviewing and revising *______* (The truth is not so bad xD)

That's it. I feel a lot. That when you see a comment of mine in one of your pieces I'll remember being very happy to betear, and I animéis more. Because you are worth and what NaNoWriMo will have to go around mugging old ladies to collect all the prizes that will give the people of this community:)

Go go go!

Finalizing A Dvd On Sv2000

nanofrikis @ 2006-11-05T20: 46:00

what credit is that our nanowriters.
This morning I thought, hey, I'll try to write something so often, whatever.
have fallen 668 words. There are already 668 more than I expected. Hahahahahaha.

As I was saying: there is little mood to brave the 15,000!


PS also posted in my lj because I was confused.