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Returning Home -Table of Con.- Welcome to the table of contents page for Returning Home! Below in the Artist's Comments, you will find a link to every chapter currently available for the short story. I do hope you will find this of some use.Returning Home -Table of Con.- by ~DocJ3llo
Returning Home 03 I was home. I was happy. I was excited.Returning Home 03 by ~DocJ3llo
Then I remembered why I came back.
"Nada ha cambiado realmente, ¿verdad?"
My brother nodded with a smile as I realized I wasn't completely right..
"¿Qué es esto?" I started with a slight chuckle, "Ustedes construyeron caminos poco de cada casa a la casa de papá?
Now Fernando was laughing as well.
"Usted debe haber olvidado lo cerca que esta familia es, Sebastián."
"Tienes razón, es sólo que nadie ha mencionado este pequeño ... Unidad."
"Ir dentro de la casa. Tengo que poner el caballo en su establo, así que voy a venir dentro de un poco."
"Est&
Judgement Is All I Seek -Teas- She stood over his body. The knife, dripping with the fresh, warm liquid. She could see the look of pain, agony, and terror was frozen on the man's face. A sense of hysteria came over her. She giggled and laughed. The weapon that had taken away life now dropped onto the floor. She threaded her sticky, red fingers through her disheveled hair. Her shrieking squeals; mixes of joy and despair. Tears of disbelief flowed down her pale cheeks. Laughing. Crying. She was kneeling next to the body, still warm, as if he had only been sleeping. The euphoric happiness had disappeared into total agony. She covered her ears and began to scream like a childJudgement Is All I Seek -Teas- by ~DocJ3llo
Returning Home 02 I sat against the window, looking at the pleasant scenery. I was deeply worried on the inside though. I called my brother before I boarded the train. He had told me that my mother was still the same. I was relieved just a bit, but I remembered how fast the human body can change. I couldn't imagine anything going wrong with my own mother. She was the one who always wanted me to follow my dreams and to be happy. She was my everything, growing up as a child... My father was never as supportive though. All he did was work and work, non-stop like my uncle. My three brothers were something, too. We were a tight family. They all bought land adjacentReturning Home 02 by ~DocJ3llo
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