Axel es un chico joven, de unos 18 años, un chico estudioso y sufre bullying en el colegio. Nunca ha estado con una chica, ni siquiera ha besado a una. Llega a casa por la noche, vive con su abuela, una anciana. Llega a su habitación y se acuesta en la cama, comienza a sentir miedo ya que comienza a escuchar ruidos extraños y mira hacia el pasillo y parece v...
Natsu estaba bastante curioso en verdad sobre qsu situacion actual en verdad estaba explorando un laberinto para buscar a un hombre que se habia extraviado como parte de una mision. No era su estilo pero estaba cerca y era un buen dinero asi que no presento queja alguna y por si fuera poco tenua la oportunidad en este increible laberinto Admitio que no esper...
David woke early that Saturday morning to find his cupboards bare and his refrigerator stocked with some spoiled milk and a stale bowl of instant mac and cheese. It had been about six weeks since he last worked and the portly writer had been supporting himself by working temp jobs for a local agency. The portly twenty something had recently moved to the city...
Friday, 6:45 PM I'd had a particularly hard day at work with my boss Martha ragging on me about all manner of nonsense. When I'd originally started working at the telemarketing firm, we'd had an easy going even friendly relationship. Things had changed after she'd caught me checking out a picture of her daughter that was resting on her desk. I was using her...
Chapter Seventy-Seven: Making Friends I had entirely forgotten about Leske and the dwarf commoner being in the Carta's dungeon. I'd played the dwarf origins up to Ostagar, but never past; from what I remembered, Brosca should have been dead from self-imposed starvation, and Leske barely hanging on. And at no point was I aware of a problem that would cause...
Tags: Fantasy, fan fiction, Dragon Age, Dragonborn, Tagline: The Dragonborn finds a diamond in the rough. Dust Town was a shithole. In fact, calling Dust Town a shithole would be an insult to any other shithole that might exist on Thedas. To say I was also immediately disgusted by the dwarves, or at least the rulers who allowed such poverty and destitutio...
Una notte come tante a Gotham City. Le strade sono quasi deserte, il vento trascina lungo i marciapiedi fogli di carta e la pioggia sottile cade sull'asfalto. Dall'alto dei tetti Batgirl osserva la situazione. Quattro rapinatori hanno disattivato l'allarme della gioielleria e sabotato il sistema di sorveglianza e stanno forzando la porta principale indisturb...
Chapter 18 - Safe ***** Sereda woke first in the morning, kissing my cheek as I woke up, whispering she was going to dress and head out. Brosca had barely moved all night, still holding me tight. Once Sereda had dressed and departed, I turned onto my side, running a hand down Brosca's side, around to her back. She was covered in faint scars, wondering how...
CHAPTER 8 King Richard returned! It was not immediate, but he put right some of the injustices of his brother, including pardoning the Mary men and restoring the Loxley estate. The Lincoln tailors sold capes with hoods as fast as they could make them. It seemed that there would be many Robin Greenhoods telling tales in the hope of a drink or a maiden! Ther...
Chapter Seventy-Five: Dwarven Politics The first discrepancy between the real Orzammar and the game was stairs. There was a massive flight of stone stairs, wide enough for a platoon of soldiers to march in formation, leading down into the mountain. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. It made little sense that you would enter at high altitude, even wi...