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Higher Studies 14An was totally besotted, her mind blowing up and spreading the pieces all over the skull. It was certanly relieving to see someone else with this stature not talking anbout her uncle-, well he was two heads or more taller than her, but still. His eyes didn't change, they were as penetrant as usual, with the three circles and all, yes, he was very good looking at human size too, now she was able to take a good look at him or hug him properly, or
"Wow Th-that's incredible " she said "Now I'm able to punch you!"
"HA! But you can't reach my head, even in this stature!" joked Ildun, reaching out the right hand to mark how she was at the height of his diaphragm. But that was his downfall.
"Oh, you think so?" An catched his hand so fast that he culdn't react and she twisted it at the order of "Kneel before me!"
And he obeyed with a scream, forced by the terribly pain that she was inflicting him, otherwise she could have opened his wrist. His expression in tha
Higher Studies 13On the street the atmosphere was like at a human city: girls going shopping after classes, workers going out to have a beer at the bars, childs playing on playgrounds Normal. Except everything was oversized, but still. An noticed, peeking out from Ildun's collar, that everybody wore extremly posh, she felt like back in Salamanca neigbourhood, on Madrid. But then she remembered the tastes of the northern people, almost everybody wears like they were out from a Vogue Wannabe magazine just for showing they can be better than the rest: high heels, french stripes, expensive bags... And this is the reality, my dear readers, people on the north tends to be more conservative and focused on apariences. Of course Ildun called the attention of many people because of his height and his style, yes, he was also good clothing, but he was more like if he was out from Vogue London, the difference is important.
"Oh, don't tell me people here lives for appariences too " An whispered to
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
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