Alopecia Treatment More Condition_symptoms Tales of my Christmas meme!

Hello, People!

I do not know if you remember that Christmas, I made another rendition of what I call "my meme", which is when I ask them to give me three options to write something. And here are recovered, beteados, and "more better", ready to be tucked in my post the masterlist!

Let's start with the stories!

To: briec with love! Sci Fi said to me, and this came out:

older sister

was on a cold metal table, with a simple beat almost undone in the body as a last bastion for not being totally naked. Although the white room, white artificially, had no one else, she knew that behind some of the walls and beyond all the cameras that were camouflaged in the corner was many people analyze anzande each data to the various sensors in your body and give them every word you say when at last she should say something.

however was not nervous, embarrassed or fear, rather it was in a wait state rewarding, wanted to be told the mission they had been there!

-Prototype-a male voice, but with the neutral and so right let a computer made was heard from a microphone in his ear attuned to the subject of the country North Central .

She smiled slightly, making at least twothe sensors on his face, gave investigators information. It was not hard to imagine that he felt happy to "visit" to that specific mate because of the 36 clones that were living in the outside world since the researchers left were born of "mother's placenta" to give them in adoption, was one that was ever more relaxed and more positive feedback time constant.

Soon, when he had supplied drugs to further increase neuronal activity were ready for that, she closed her eyes, reacheda state of hypnosis and it was she, she felt at her: her twin country North Central.

"He carried his eldest daughter to school.

- Why that route? Asked one of the researchers.

"For the usually used, though it is somewhat faster than usual. He was late. -Preventing you wonder why they do it later, she focused a little Masy could recall, no, could access the memories of that morning of the woman "visiting & amp; rdquo; -. The youngest son is sick and was taking care of your mouth all night. She fell asleep and her husband was away.

Throughout the day, she took the life of another, lived the life of another, and even felt as if the other when the woman went to the service, felt in her body they changed the tampóny, then, to look in the mirror ... Yes, she felt as if the other, the reflection was the same, maybe a little rounder and his hair different, but was the same face.

She did not realize that several times went to put v & iacuteand, as to not become dehydrated, neither of which provided more of the drug that made access (though not quite know how) the body of the other ... When I finally told him it was When exiting, the prototype was concentrated, and soon was back in that white place, only white.

However, when two of the attendees came, young white robes and neutral expression, did not take her to the room where he had been but another place where they had many beds small cabinets ... and more people like her, some higher, others obese, suchAfter one or two teenagers and a few of over forty. Without any of the attendees her what happened, led to one of the beds and simply said

"This is your new room and your new name is" X-147. "

When the two people left the place, the other women, who had remained in their beds, watching with some curiosity, approached her.

"Welcome, 147-I said one, who seemed older.

- What happens? She said, feeling thego that he had never felt before not in "visit" of another body of one of its twin outside ... did not know what name to give to that, but did not like.

"In group therapy will tell you, but let's say that you can say that, like us, you stopped being a subject impartial and, therefore, you're here," replied the other, in a tone that denoted something hard: a bad mood? Angry? She did not know.

She must send a face of misunderstanding which he finished speaking, so one of the other sat on the bed, as if estado practicing with a dummy, put a hand on his shoulder as he said

"We will teach ... they say they will teach us to live as sisters we visited, because we started to feel like them ...

She was smiling. It was the first time she smiled herself.

Ooooo

To: kahi ... although he has not read, but done with love, emotion of Clio.

Best friends forever

not remember when he started his friendship, but their parents do. They said they had come to live in that place just four days before that, who knows how she had lost sight one minute that turned into hours. Since

that was just three and a half years, his parents almost went into panic: they lived in the house furthest from the village, surrounded by trees ... And they just lose your girl!

however, were found shortly before sunset in a clearing a few yards from the house that had been revised several times. She was laughing and clapping, looking toward the trees where did the other girl, just a couple of years older, his hair disheveled, a flowered dress and a dirty smile on his face bright .

She is the present & amp; oacute; soon as Flor. It was the closest neighbor. Even lived in the woods with his grandfather, an old hermit who only had eyes for the forest and heart for his granddaughter. To her parents and her man was becoming almost like a myth: very few times they had seen and had never tried, but as Ely Flower was happy he looked concerned in its own way for the girl, they let him be.

Since that day, Flower was his best friend. She taught him to speak (it seemed almost silent and did not know many words and objectscommon) and playing with dolls, when it seemed he had never seen a flower ... taught the trees, flowers, fungi running through the woods, playing "catch me not" . Flor always won. It was so fast that at times it seemed as if his contagious laughter will come from everywhere, from the entire forest around it. He also taught some bugs and even foxes, but she never told his parents, who always insisted that he not approach the animals and therefore did not teach Flor animals said they were his friends.

Flower was always there with her smile and bright eyes, a beautiful girl who, after his mother managed to convince her to bathe thoroughly, appeared with his thick hair, instead of coffee, honey blond, rosy white skin, instead of brown, her eyes a deep black but affectionate, even brighter.

Her friend was there to help her up and take it, using a great force that her body must have looked not at her home after she fell and hit too hard on the ankle. And with it there, reassuring her, he could stop mourn and hassta felt less pain. Then, knowing it would be very boring, because flower seemed to need to be in the woods running, climbing in trees and playing with the critters of the place as if it were as important as breathing these days who was at home recovering from the injury was always there, mounting him on the humor.

He was there when he went to school for the first time, with nerves (because in addition to flower, hardly had seen other children) and looked out the window of his class several days in the park or around the room behind the games, but always watching her, smiling. I was so happy to see it close, that could cool off and never would have asked how to get there if his grandfather had a car.

stood there, always there, hearing their stories, reaching the window some nights, getting easily out the window and keeping him company when the storm was great and she had to fear, or simply to keep playing or ... be there in a special sleepover.

was there, except Saturdays. Never ever appeared on Saturday and that day wasthe most boring of the week ...

However, at some point, perhaps after having gone through puberty and have more friends in the new school, she realized that , though his parents and some of her friends had suggested a long, there was something different with Flor.

had hardly grown and, although she knew it was less than Flower, now seemed higher, as her friend had not developed at that time and when he spoke of menstruation No, looked up horrified at the idea. Also, finally foreign securcute, knowing that never went to school and even that did not come on Saturday, any Saturday.

had often wanted to ask but could not, just do not podíay and spent their teenage years, with Flower as their first confidant of all things that happen to him, his greatest desires and secrets, because she felt she could say anything, because I knew that before I knew what was going through his head. Also, although she managed to go to a another party, to dance (she loved to dance, whatever) and was highly prized by the kids (when, in lesstwo months, seemed to grow several inches and developed as the teenager who was), never got out flower with one of them. There seemed to feel romantic attraction for anyone, but seems to be very wise in giving advice to her about it.

... Nor did her friends from school friends from Florida were made, but did not seem that it mattered much to it eventually. Do kids, grades, family problems? "Dress better? "Combing better? "Fashion, makeup ...? Those things did not matter unless you do feel bad aaave them. Flower was just happy going on walks in the woods with her friend to the couple, now without running, just talking while teaching new things all the time, and the bare feet of the low, thin girl walking along the uneven ground with a grace that never could emulate.

But after so many years of being together, be best friends, had passed. I had to leave, the university was waiting for and she could not feel anything, my heart really worried, let alone that Flor, now ... who walks the acompañaríaa ?

In est ation of the bus, looking like a being from another world, his little body like a 14 years old and his eye of wisdom, barefoot and with her flowered dress and very long silky hair Cayé foward from behind, Flor just hugged her and laughed, trying to calm her.

-Flor, I swear I'll call you every day. Understood?

She nodded and, before releasing the big hug, a surprisingly weak voice she had never heard, whispered:

-Send me a little bark andthicker leaves of the tree you find on your campus, so I can visit you.

And let go, to see her smiling as possible, though her eyes seem watery.

was about to ask, about to do: What is your real name Flor? Because they may not remember when and how he met her, but she was sure she had put that name ...

Ooooo

CH TMLXC

These microstories, which cost me more to write, are not part of the meme, but were miniregalitos for (in order of appearance) Markelo, Vlad and Kair in FictionPress with all my love, because we know that small things are also important.

Chocolate

He was just a servant, a being so inferior compared to Halach Wíinik, family and priests, who may well have been born as a monkey andwould have been just as important how you felt.

However, he knew it was more than that, simply because it was the servant of the Chocolha his master and the only one, of all the servants, who had no , a fear of giving away drinks, behind, the drink of the Gods ...

In Lake

The fairy, so Pequena brighter than the human eye could be a great Firefly, flown by all & aacute; up here above the lake, a huge extension (for her), of calm, black but shining in the light of the full moon.

was very distressed, I knew something bad had happened to her lover, but why had not reached its shores from the other side?

When he was about to go herself, but knew not to because the two were feuding fairy villages since ... ever, saw him coming toward her, half-light, bleeding.

She was quickly toward him with panic. His beloved smiled at her and expires securcute, happy. She never came to be.

Reunion

I had been searching forever in your life. When he was born, born to her, she grew, loved for her even if she loved sabíaa, who expected, who never let anyone see, feel traitor ...

Until we saw in the distance and knew it was his beloved, that the two had been, who would love forever forever but consisted of manychas lives, many expected and only a few years together, with different bodies, before advancing to the next ...

Ooooo

And these are the stories, people! I will return to the original and fanfic!