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ΒΟΗΘΗΣΤΕ ΝΑ ΔΙΟΡΘΩΣΟΥΜΕ ΤΩΡΑ!Αδιόρθωτος

Κείμενο από Ignacio777 - English

  • Micro story:

  • At least, you are among the living, but I, in the shadows.
  • Written will come to light and no one will believe it.
  • We were in a town called Jorgdiana, against a table drinking wine.
  • The room was closed with a bronze door that could only be opened from the inside.
  • We were surrounded by things that I can't describe without distinction.
  • A dead weight fell upon us.
  • It was inexplicable, but that was how I tell it.
  • Lamp not lit our orgy.
  • The shadow was hiding behind their backs.
  • Made more shadows shadow.
  • Anyway we laughed (with subtlety), we asked the Lord that gravity sagged and us out that dead weight.
  • The deceased was above the table did not participate of the dead lift, nor of our joy, we remained in the orgy.
  • Little by little, weight was waning and the windows opened and appeared the corpse.
  • And we wake up when the dead returned.
  • It was a large shadow that with the echo of thousands of deceased relatives and friends who screeched.
  • Let our ears to hear, and until today is that I cannot hear, nor the inhabitants of the House.

ΠΑΡΑΚΑΛΟΥΜΕ, ΒΟΗΘΗΣΤΕ ΝΑ ΔΙΟΡΘΩΣΟΥΜΕ ΚΑΘΕ ΠΡΟΤΑΣΗ! - English