Posts Tagged ‘Fanfic’

Kattintás a múltba (8)

Tíz perc sem kellett a teljes ébredéshez, ami a koffeinfüggő fiatalembernek rekordidőnek számított, ámde nem is csoda, hiszen percről percre érezte a szégyenkezés pírját feljebb kúszni a nyakán, mígnem az autójában ülve letekert ablakkal, hajában a süvítő forró széllel indult neki az útnak. Read the rest of this entry »

A walk by the sea (73)

-In the charges of contract breach and violation, the jury rules in favour of the plaintiff, with a penalty fee fixed at thirty thousand dollars to be paid by plaintiff within twenty days. The defendant is hereby ruled to relinquish all rights over the property of the plaintiff, including all non-material property such as composed music. Read the rest of this entry »

A walk by the sea (72)

Lindy closed the door behind her without a sound. Her older son was fast asleep in his old bed, the one he had grown up in. Read the rest of this entry »

A walk by the sea (71)

Dragging her feet over cold, barren soil that led in the form of a narrow path to the small church, Mary followed the calling of something more powerful than her conscience into the tiny building that was warmed by a mere few heaters placed around the altar, and lit by a few dozens of candles, tokens of zealous gratitude by the newly found reverence of the citizens of Bodeford. Read the rest of this entry »

A walk by the sea (70)

The letter lay unopened on his night-stand where he had put it a week before. He had gone to bed that night with a turmoil in his heart he was shocked to experience at the sight of a mere envelope in which hid a few words from her, with all probability words of apology and regret, or a token of her continual friendship in the shape of ink on paper. Read the rest of this entry »

Kattintás a múltba (7)

A koraesti napsugarak halvány narancsszín fénnyel borították be az ódon templomot, mely már kívülről is szellemlak látszatát keltette. Andrea borzongva figyelte, amint a nap sugarai egyre lejjebb és lejjebb kúsztak a falak moha-szegte kövein. Read the rest of this entry »

Kattintás a múltba (5)

Nem hitte volna, hogy a második emeletre felsétálni valaha is ekkora tehernek bizonyul. Csigaléptekkel haladt felfelé, de még így is túlságosan hamar repítette testvére lakásának ajtaja elé a könyörtelen idő. Read the rest of this entry »

Kattintás a múltba (4)

-Gyere, pajtás… most magadra hagylak egy kis ideig, jó? Nem sok kedvem van menni, amikor kint is csatangolhatnánk édeskettesben, de… tudod. A meló az meló. Majd este sétálunk a holdfényben, ígérem. Read the rest of this entry »

Kattintás a múltba (3)

Szürkés, színtelen reggelre ébredt a világ. Andrea Moira Ramsey, harminchét éves Los Angeles-i lakos lustán fordult át a hátáról az oldalára, élvezve a kora reggel adta gondtalan perceket, [...] Read the rest of this entry »

Kattintás a múltba (2)

Egy pohár tejeskávéval és egy mazsolás muffinnal a kezében komótosan visszasétált az autójához: a Starbuck’s zsúfolásig megtelt, de Ani-nak semmi kedve nem volt étteremet keresgélni. Read the rest of this entry »

Kattintás a múltba (1)

Szembenézek az örök erkölcsi kétellyel, miszerint semmi jogunk felhasználni egy létező embert a saját céljainkra, bár ezen el lehetne csemegézni (talán máskor el is fogok), és azzal zárom le most a vitát, magamban legalábbis, hogy… Read the rest of this entry »

A zongora (2)

Nem érezte túl fényesen magát a kivételesen hosszúnak tűnő hetet követően; másodállásban egy dúsgazdag üzletember party-kívánságait igyekezett kielégíteni, aki szerint egy kisebb családi vacsora háromszáz meghívottat és egy élő zenekart foglalt magába. Read the rest of this entry »

A walk by the sea (60)

Oh my god. I had a completely different plot but something happened and triggered this- this whole new set of events and I am just as excited as hopefully you guys. LOL. Read the rest of this entry »

Avalanche (30-31)

30.

Early morning found Kathleen sitting at her desk, hunched over a contract she was supposed to hand in, revised and updated, two days earlier. She knew Abbey would always let her off easy, whatever she did, but she hated to take advantage of her friend’s generosity. Read the rest of this entry »

At first sight (8-9)

Chapter 8

He couldn’t believe he was where he was. In the middle of the night, acting like a lunatic to return to a place he never would have dreamed of even going to in the first place. But that was before Chris corrupted him, and before he saw Aimée. Read the rest of this entry »

A zongora

Szóval ez a válaszom arra a sok üres, tartalomtól mentes, érzéstelen és jéghideg szöszenetre, melyre ráfogják, hogy erotikus írás. Kiborított, mennyire nem érdekli az embereket a testiség mögötti érzelem, és bebizonyítottam, hogy márpedig a kettő együtt jár. Nálam legalábbis. Read the rest of this entry »

Avalanche (29)

It was late, and it was dark. And it was lonely in the flat, her only possession. Past midnight, tossing sleeplessly on her crumpled sheet. Read the rest of this entry »

At first sight (7)

The air was mellow and lights flickered all around him, making him alert and eager to see the unseen. He was almost happy Chris was back in the hotel: it felt right to be alone, though he didn’t exactly know why. He walked at a slow pace, gazing at the buildings, taking in the details, smelling in the fumes of cars, the tepid warmth lingering after a stifling summer day, and wild whiffs of striking perfume at odd moments, whenever a lady of the night went past him. Read the rest of this entry »

You’re my mirror (3)

There was no photoshoot, but he felt he was exploding. If he couldn’t lose himself in the warmth of a woman he would lose his mind. Too much work and too little rest had made him a little grumpy lately. Why that note and why not the other, when it sounded much better like that. Why only two shows in Atlanta, why a bluish album cover again, why this, why that. He needed to vent, he needed to complain to someone, and for some reason, a stranger (or almost) seemed more suitable for the job than anyone from his crew or family. He just saw them too often; right now, he needed to interact with someone whose not every gesture looked familiar to him. Read the rest of this entry »

You’re my mirror (2)

For mature readers etc.

You’re My Mirror (2)

He shifted in his seat, restlessly throwing a leg over the other, waiting for the camera to be set finally. It was an especially slow and exhausting photo shoot, something that if he had been asked, he would have considered useless. Read the rest of this entry »