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The Hidden Secret

2010-01-26T00:00:00.000-08:00

Emerson walked low-spirited in the streets. Hands in the pocket, looking down.

When he turned the corner of Alisson Street was took by surprise seeing so many people running to the same direction. - "A damn sale, I bet." - He thought.

His feets took him automatically to a bar, wish he has been visiting quite a lot lately.
Emerson ordered whiskey straight, and drank in the bar, always looking down. Locked up with his own thoughts.

"Is she having an affair or not?" - His wife was like a stranger to him the last year.
Dana was coming home late, hunging off the cellular phone all the sudden, taking off without explanation... He was very disturbed.

Someone sat by his side.

"I don't want to start following and spying on her, I'm not like that. But this is killing me."

Emerson went to a bar again as Dana was out again. He would beg for an explanation but she never gave him. Always saying the same thing: "It's bussiness Hon." - And leaving.

Dana was an amazing bussiness woman, Emerson was a lawyer. But if anything happened, financially, Dana could raise the family all by her self, still keep the big house, the summer house and give her husband plus two kids everything they wanted.
"Why bussiness become more important than already was?" - She was always buzy, but would make time for her husband and kids after 7pm, but the last 12 months it's like she only works 24 hours a day.

No one was on his left. Curious, he looked over his right shoulder to see who have sat beside him.

It was an incredible attractive woman. Long brown hair, dark green eyes, - he thought. She was moving her straw slowly in her, what seemed to be, "Sex on the beach". She was looking down too, very concentrated.

Not that he would do a revenge while he wasn't sure about his wife, but he never wanted so much to talk to a woman like in that moment. Maybe because she remind a little of Dana to him.
"No."- He thought. To start a dialogue the way he is feeing lonely could only make things worse.

He shook his head, trying to get that thought out.
But the worse happened, she started the talking:

- Why are you in here for?

Emerson looked at the woman, she was already attractive but smiling like that made him not feel his legs anymore.
What a shining and big smile:
-You know, everyone has problems. - And looked back to his drink, not shy but trying to avoid that dialogue.
-Well...Why don't you tell me yours. If you do that I'll tell mine.
-I think it's the best if we didn't...
-What? Because you are married? - He followed where she was looking, straight to the ring. - So what, I can't do anything about it either.
- You are married too?
- I wish. I was engaged.
- So sorry...
- He didn't dump me or anything. I didn't dump him either.
- Wow, that's an intersting story. What happened then?
-Why don't you tell me yours first, let's see wich is worse.

He was having fun with her. For the first time in months, he smiled.
-Well, I believe my wife is having an affair.
He begin to tell happenings for over a year between them two. He was so glad how she was a good listener.
To tell someone made things easier.
-...and I was dying to be able to talk to someone. But she is so proud that don't allow me to open my self up about us to anyone we know. We have common friends.
-Well, I'm a friend of yours, not hers. - She gave that stunning smile again. - Now you, stranger.

She settled on her chair. Emerson thought all her moves were charming.

- I was a very poor girl. I was abandoned when I was 7 cause my mother thought I was too slow to learn things at school. Turned out I have a higher IQ than most of the kids and needed special kind of studies.
The worst part was that she had another kid, wich made me miserable my whole life. I couldn't remember about my sister or brother, but I was sure about it.
I am not an easy-going person. I was adopted more times that I can remember, and then returned.
It's like I wish to test if the family could really love me, but I would show the worst of me first. No one passed the test.
I was so lonely and angry that the only thing I done was to think about money, and how I would live alone when I was 18. I promised my self that I would never let anyone get near me. I would become an independent, loner and successfull bussiness woman. - Emerson understood now the semblance with Dana. - And that's what I did.
My first two ideas didn't work, but the thirth is a charm and I became really, but really rich. Millionaire.
So I met this guy and the only reason that I trusted him was because he was already rich, so he wasn't after my money and he used to be a priest. I mean, one in a million. We fall in love and in one month, we were engaged.
But it all was taken for me.

-He take everything from you?
-No.
-Then who?
-Emerson...
-Wait a second, I didn't tell you my name.
-It's okay. My name is Paola Hill, nice to meet you.
- How do you know my name?
- I have no time for that, - she looked over her shoulder.
He looked too but didn't see anyone looking at them.
-What's going on Paola?
-I just want you to go to St.Blaris 1834.
- And do what? As far as I know you could be planing to scam me.
- Well, go with someone else then.
Paola Hills jumped on her feet and ran. Now he could see one man in a white suit to follow her. Emerson went after them but they were gone.

Walking all concentrated, Emerson saw a group, a big group of people around something.
-What happened? - He asked when got there.
-Gun shot...She is dead.

Emerson started to walk back. He couldn't breath.

Standing in the middle of the road, it was Paola Hills.

-Oh my God! - He cried after several minutes. - He was already sitting on the ground.
-Do you know this woman? - Asked a stranger woman.
-No but I saw her in a bar just now.
A police officer heard and pushed the group of people away from him:
- So you do know this woman or not?
Emerson freezed. He didn't want Dana to find out he was talking to a stranger in a bar at 11pm. It would sound weird:
- I was drinking, she said few things and went away.
- But you said just now.
- Yes, like five minutes ago.
- That's not possible.
- Why?
- This woman is dead for almost an hour now. The emergency can't pass through the traffic.
- Sir, have you been drinking? - Asked the officer, severe.
- Uh...yes...yes, that must be it.

When he made home, it was all dark.
He turned on the computer. Willing to find more about Paola Hills.
Recently he just saw something about an adoption page, where was that?
He started to do his research. By name she couldn't be found. And then he reminded where. It was there, in his subconscious all the time: saved on Favorites.
But why was that adopted kids search page in there? He didn't save it.

As soon as he clicked, he found Paola Hills. That was very disturbing. Why??

The worries about his wife's affair was far away.

In the next morning Emerson took his car, his brief case and pretend to go to work. Dana didn't even suspect he called sick to work, saying he wasn't going that day.
He stood with his car in the woods and waited.
Dana got into her car with the kids and took them to school. He followed but after droping the children, she went straight to her work.

Emerson then went to the adress he couldn't forget Paola Hills gave him.

There was a lawyer working in there...

He was a lawyer. Then maybe that was Dana's lover. But why would Paola's spirit to come only to warn him about that? No. He would go upstairs.

- Andrew McGregor, at your service. - Smile the blonde man, seemed to be 40 years.
- Hi Mr.McGregor. I am Emerson Sullivan.
- Oh! - His smile disappeare, wich was very strange.
- So, my wife is really busy and she asked me if I can continue the subject in her behalf.
- Sure! - He open his drawer and grabbed some papers. One last suspicious look at Emerson and he changed. Became a lawyer talking to a client.
- As you know, your bank account is going to become preatty much bigger.
- Yes, I know. - Emerson couldn't feel his stomach. - I've been so busy, I'm sorry for my ignorance, but could you tell me about the other source the money is coming from?
- Other source? There is only one.
- Right.
- From your wife's sister Paola Hills, of course.
- Oh...yes...Hahahahah- Emerson couldn't stop laughing nervous. He was so disappointed with her but at the same time, feeling ridiculous for what he was thinking it was actually happening.
- They never met after growing up but recently Mrs.Sullivan find out she was the beneficiary of Paola Hill's testament.
- Oh my God, I'm sorry. I forgot one little appointment. I will do my bussiness, then I come right back here. - And ran out of that office.

At the street Emerson forgot his car was parked right in front of the building. He started to walk fast, all lost, while he cried.
The tears wouldn't stop and some people on the streets were looking at him.

He spend the whole afternoon at his home, looking for something. There was nothing.
If Dana find out about her sister, the gun shot in that poor beautiful woman wasn't an accident. She could, and probably was planning it all year. And Paola was so good in leaving her savings for a sister that she didn't even lived together.

There it was then!
A strange phone number in a piece of paper, inside one of her shoes. "The Cleaner", - it said.

Knowing the right thing to do, Emerson called the police.
Before the officers come he was trying to find out Dana's passwords to get into her e-mail but couldn't. When the police came they thought the Favorite's saved adoption search page was some proof, but what they found on her e-mail was binding:
Thousands of e-mails from a detective that was following and cataloging Paola Hills' every move. Now Dana was knowing what time did she work, go to the gym, meet the fiancé...

Dana Sullivan was arrested at her work, the same evening.
She was away for life time.

Emerson visited Paola Hills' grave.
When he got there it was like the warm breeze was for him. Again he felt her perfume. He was positive sure she was there.

The Hidden Secret by M.Morita is licensed under a Creative Commons Atribuição-Uso Não-Comercial-Vedada a Criação de Obras Derivadas 2.1 Japão License.
Based on a work at themagicalstoriesblog.blogspot.com.

It's not what you think

2010-01-25T17:50:00.000-08:00

Wilma thought she heard something. Putting away the object she was holding, begun slowly to look for what it was outside the bathroom.
Although she heard clearly, she didn't want to admit it seemed like a voice, a male's voice whispering something like "Do it".

The hall was empty, and slowly she started to walk towards her bedroom. The living room was in the way, there wasn't nobody there.

At first she was reliefed no one was in the bedroom, but them she remind about the back of the door, there was some room in there.
Shaking Wilma started to strech her neck to see behind the door.

She yells.
There was a mirror behind the door, but the mirror showed her a man all dressed in black, dirty and furious, looking at her from the window.
She turn her head around and look at the window and then there was no one.

Breathing heavily, she runs to the bathroom and lock her self in it.
Wilma seats around the bathtub and starts to cry.

So much fight, so much pain, so much betrayal...She couldn't take it anymore.
People use to promise something but never accomplish...
People show their selves in a way they are not...
People take the stronger side...
People don't say things in the face but they can stick a knife on other's back...

She heard steps. That someone she was positive sure she saw was walking towards the bathroom.
She had no more time.

It was decided.
It was the best thing to do.

After 40 years...

She handle the object again, it was a razor.

The bathtub was all full. She sighed and get into the water. Feeling warm and in peace, she closes her eyes.
It is a magical time to her.

Slowly she cuts her wrist, seeing the blood spills fast on the water. The transparent substance soon becomes all red.

Then she realizes there is a figure besides her. She yells in terror! It's the man but he didn't even kick the door in. "Damn!" - She must left the door opened, although...

Even the water is so warm, she starts to feel cold and weak. The dirty, horrible man is really close now, enjoying every minute. How would he know she was about to do this?
She always felt she was being followed, but to know about her that way was like these people could read her mind.

The fear gave place to a great weakness. She couldn't feel her feet anymore. It spread to the legs and then everything in her body wasn't working anymore. She could even smile now, it seemed like a silent end.

There was a note over the sink:

"This is what happen one day to someone that never been loved."

It was over.

She open her eyes and soon remember what she done. If she opened it meant she didn't finish the job very well and started to look for the razor in the bottom of the tub.

-No need for that, I'll help you.
She jumped to see the man was still by her side:
-What do you guys want? Get away from me!
-Oh no...No you can't run.
-Let me finish please.
-I'll finish for you.
Wilma looked into each of his eyes, studying that man. He seemed like a murderer, a very very bad man.
-Okay.
He grabs her arm and pull her out of the tub.
-Heeey!! -yells her. - The razor, I don't wanna die in another way.
-You can't choose.
-Then I'll do it alone!!!

The man release her and looked back. He was smiling, his teeth were all black and disgusting:
-Oh no, you can't. You're all mine now.
-What do you mean?
-You are already dead. You followed everything I asked you to do.

Wilma couldn't fight being dragged by him. They crossed walls and she had the impression they flew a little bit.

That's right...She was hearing voices in the past 8 months or a year. She never knew what it was.
Right! Everytime that happened her depression got worse and worse!
It was this man all the time.

If only she knew...
If only she fought a little bit more...

Then she wouldn't pass her "life", as she remembered now, with the man that she once killed...
Cause once upon a time, 3 centuries before, she was a man, a very coward one that killed a fragile woman and then her family. By that time this agressor was the woman.

-Where am I going? - asked her resigned.

-To meet my family.

She could feel the blood coming out her wrist, cold for still being naked and in winter time, outside but suddenly she couldn't feel her legs. She's never been more terrified.

If only she was still alive...

It's not what you think by M.Morita is licensed under a Creative Commons Atribuição-Uso Não-Comercial-Vedada a Criação de Obras Derivadas 2.5 Brasil License.
Based on a work at themagicalstoriesblog.blogspot.com.

The underground

2010-01-25T07:49:00.000-08:00

It was very dark while Thomas was walking on the road.
The road was thin, all made of sand. Like no man ever reached that place.

He could see the stars above his head so well. All shining like it was smiling to him. He felt that could be a good night.

The only sounds he could hear was his footsteps, one in front of the other. Not even the wind's sound. That place could be the end of the world. Maybe he reached it, finally.

The road ended before a very, very big whole. It was so large that looked like a volcano. He started to get ready to go inside.

The whole made a sound like "hummmmmmmmm", a machine or something. It was really scary while, exciting.

One step after another, he was getting deeper. It took a long time to reach the bottom, using his lantern to see where he was stepping in. But he couldn't see what was right in front of him, cause everything was black.
In the bottom, he started to walk. The whole had an end and he was walking in circle, as he felt and that could be the end of the line...Until...

There was a small whole again. Only a regular human being could cross it, he was reliefed and decided to go in.

Stairs!
Now there were stairs and he was shocked. Scarred too. So someone constructed stairs going deep under the big whole.
Now the search was easier, he started to run stairs down, all excited.

His lantern fall off. Scared to death, Thomas couldn't see anything. He crawled reaching for his object. Sweating and panting, he found minutes later. Wich seemed like eternity.

On his feet he pointed the lantern around, it seemed like a cave. He could walk again, no more stairs.

The light couldn't reach the walls in there, but the one in his right showed he could be in a cave or something. It was all red, very strange.

As he walked, he could hear his breath, so loud now. He decides to change direction, willing to reach the deepness of that place. So he walks towards his left.

Then he stops. A strange sound comes from somewhere in front of him. His heart starts to beat so fast that it seems he is going to have a heart attack.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" - Again. It could be an animal, he thinks.
Slowly Thomas put his big knife out, the type of a soldier's. And be prepared.

Standing still and waiting...But no more sounds.

Even though he thinks is secure to start to walk again, he can't fight the weird feeling he's being watched.

Hours passes by. Thomas walked too much now. The cave never changes, it's really wide and dark. No smells, no sounds, it's seems to be the end of the world.

And suddenly something really big jumps over him. He fights: "Damn!" - his knife is in his pants again, - He thinks.
He feels a painfull bite in his left arm and yell. It's some kind of animal but he can't see very well cause it's really close. He tries to hit the creature with his lantern but can't. Then the agressive creature bites the lantern and throw it away. So far that he is in deep dark now.
Now a bite on his leg, and then...a bite on his neck...

Everything starts going dark...cold...

Thomas wakes up with a terrible headache. He can't see a thing as the place is so bright.
He sees shadows, there are three...people, maybe, moving in front of him. He listen to them far away, they are discussing.

Back to his sense Thomas fight to open his eyes, everything is blur but he starts to see normaly again. And them he cries, a cry of terror!

In front of him there aren't three human beings, but three horrible creatures. They seem to be nacked and their body is light-gray. The hair starts in behind their had and they don't have fingers. Where humans have the other fingers besides the thumb, they are all glued. Their arms and chests looks like humans but their legs like horses, and there is no feet: it's all hairy, and brown.

He craws to the back but one of them soon realize his awake and run towards him with an amazing speed. Another one jumps so high that he yells in despair. They just get closer and keep looking at him.

- If you are aliens, please don't take me! - He begs.

They continue to look at him, curious. But don't make a sound. And then the unexpected happens: he hear voices on his head:

-You shouldn't have come in here. - A masculine voice says.
He blinks confused:
-What? - He asks out loud.
-You should not have come here. - Another voice, now feminine, says.

He realize they don't speak by the mouth, and start to try to indentify wich of them are saying these things. Surprised, Thomas discover two of them seems to be the male, and the other one the female of their species:
-Not species, - says the feminine voice. - We are not animals.
Thomas opens his mouth and stays like that, petrified. They can read all his thoughts.
-Who are...-he starts but them stops. Decide to think then, - "Who are you?"
-We are the owners of the whole you wished to discover. As you wanted to reach the end of the world to live in here, unfortunatly you can't cause this place is habitated.
-But I don't wanna go back.
-We know exactly why. You people are disgusting, killing each other and those who are weaker than you to eat, take their skin, what you so call "The Animals".
-But you are the animals, - says another.
-Yes, yes! - Thomas smiles. - That's all that I hate. I don't belong up there. I saled everything, gave my savings for charity and now I can't go back. This is a bridge I already burned!!
-But WE live here, - says one of the male.

Suddenly Thomas touches his own arm, and then the neck. It's healed! He looked at them with gratitude.

- I know you must be treatened by me, as you know how humans are. But believe me, I'm 38 years old and NEVER, I mean EVER fitted up there. Please, let me stay.
They look at each other and they seem to be discussing again, but he can't hear anything now.
The talking is preatty short cause one of them grabs Thomas by the arm and lift him really easily. He is obligated to walk with them.

The room he was in was a squared white place, when they open the door they enter in a red hall. So amazinly constructed that he would never imagine something like this underground. He can't figure out how they did that:
-Well, then don't even try to. - A male answers.
Thomas smiles and decides to go along, clearing his mind.

They get to an elevator and when they push the button, doesn't go up, but down. And so fast that when they reach Thomas is vomiting.

When the elevator opens Thomas sees a great place. It's all with golden color but more beautiful than any gold on Earth. In the end there is someone that seems important, as he seats in a throne like a king. He is stronger and more beautiful than the other males:
-That's offensive, - says the male that have his arms.
-Oh, sorry! - Thomas says out loud.

All of them reverences the King wich Thomas try to do later.
-No need for that, you. - Says a hoarse voice. Must be the King. - Yes, that's my voice. - He answers again reading Thomas' thoughts.
-Sir, you Honor...I came into here...
-Yes, I know all about your history Human. But there isn't a place for you here.
- I know, if is there any corner of this whole that I can live in.
- Before ask, you give.
- Yes sir.
- What made you become like this?
- Can't you find that out by listening to my thoughts? - Jokes him.
The King has such a cold look that Thomas becomes very embarassed. - I'm sorry.
-I was born in a very poor family, my father died when I was 6 and my mother gave me for adoption. I never felt loved, or that I fit anywhere. I pass my life running from everything. I married when I was 22 but that didn't last. I don't know why. No kids, no job of my dreams. I thought about suicide but that's such a coward thing to do. Life is such a pain for me that the only thing I wanted was peace, and no eyes over me.
- You would have eyes on you here.
- That's why I asked a corner.
- There is no corner if we live in a circulate place.
- You know what I mean sir.
- It seems to me that you let other decide how you would feel about your self. It seems a difficult life, but you forgot that your FATHER must have loved you.
- Oh yes...maybe he did.
- Yes he did. I can see him.
- You can see ghosts?
- And many others. Even your wife, who you put your thoughts so deep inside of you that couldn't reach you. You couldn't get the job you always dreamed because you never dreamed. It's not like you failed, it's just that you never had a target to reach.

Thomas was with his mouth open after hearing his wisdom.
Knowing that his father still existed, maybe in another form, warmed his heart.

-Don't think anything would change. People here would look at you again, you would have to work in here, have dreams... It's human's world underground. Nothing different.
-I see. I just wanna ask one thing before I leave.
-Sure, son.
-Did she love me? I mean, Catherine loved me?
-You'll have to find that out by your self. But if you find she single, I believe you have your answer.
-Thank you so much! - Thomas grabbed his feat. - You are all such nice people.
-People that take a bite out of you aren't nice, - said one of the males.
-The only reason we decided to let you live it's because you didn't bring a gun, but a knife in here. - Said the King.
-Did others come in here to? - Thomas was surprised.
-The last visit we had was 1738 in your Christian calendar.
- Oh my God! And he came with a gun?
-It was him or us.
-Very fair. Well, I will go back then. Thank you so much for your words.
- It was an honor to meet a good specie of yours.
-I'm not an animal, -laughed Thomas.
Everybody laughed and Thomas followed the other three to the elevator. When the door was closing he took a last look to the King. A tear fall from his eye. The King waved good-bye.

At the way out, one of the males grabbed Thomas' sholder:
-One more thing.
-Anything!
-I know you people have ways to construct things too. I want you, when you have money, to close this big whole up our world.
-S....s....sure! But it might take a long time as I don't have any money.
-It was a whole made by our ship, now we can't close it without appearing to the humans.
-This is a very lonely place, no one passes by.
-Yes, people pass. You did right? And now you people have that Google Earth and can see us that way, we wouldn't risk.
-I promise!
-Now you have a target to reach.
-And your secret is safe...
-Don't need to say that. We know your integrity.
Thomas hugged them, wich made the underground people very surprised.

Back to the normal level, Thomas found Catherine. Soon he realized she was single he asked to remarry her. With the condition he would never leave again.

The Underground by M.Morita is licensed under a Creative Commons Atribuição-Uso Não-Comercial-Vedada a Criação de Obras Derivadas 2.5 Brasil License.
Based on a work at themagicalstoriesblog.blogspot.com.

The closet - Part II

2009-09-29T06:22:00.000-07:00

He got work and became a very impressive employee. It was in his first month on his first job that he found a woman he was very attracted to. She was older and he started to date her, even having a girlfriend.
Tommy felt bad but after what another girl did to him it seemed all normal, he just wanted to enjoy life.

The little boy became a man with money, a good car, paying a brand new apartament and with two girlfriends. He should feel happy cause he dreamed about that exactly kind of life.

At night he would feel a big whole on his chest, he didn't have any real friends, he felt bad for his girlfriend all the time and it wasn't happiness he constantly feel, but something disturbing.

His mother was living far away and he haven't visited her in more than a year. The first step was going in there to see how she was.
The visiting was fine and he felt better.

One day, walking on the street he remind about that strange creature that came in his closet. That man made him feel so good.
Someone suddenly pull him and he yell:
- Hey!
It was a very old lady. Even though he was angry and walked towards her.
-That wasn't nice, don't ever push people like that.
The elderly was making gestures until he realize she was deaf, them he stopped.
He grab her carrings and helped her to walk the street. After crossing she had this very big smile, wich made him feel really good as he didn't remember feeling anymore.
- Here, - he said. And took a notepad from his pocket. "I will take you home." - He wrote.
The woman was so happy that she was laughing.
After droping her home, he went away very thoughtfull.

So then other night he was sleeping, after an exausting day and he heard noises coming from downstairs.
He always hated those sounds cause it remind him the most surprising he had in his life, so he went carefull but shaking.
When in the kitchen he realized the sound was coming from outside his front door, and went near it. Tommy thought about calling the police but instead his curiosity was taking all over him.
He opened the door and saw a dog with three puppies:
-You got to be kidding me! - He yell angry. - And closed the door.
He ran furious back to his bed and layed down, but not for long.
Against his will he came down again and opened the door, he let the four animals get in and then yell again:
- If you guys destroy anything in here, I swear I'll kill you! And only for one night, tomorrow morning you're out of here!

The morning came, and another morning. So many mornings until he realizes the four dogs were his family, after all he was living alone for a long time now. He fed them and take care of, even missed his pets when he was at work or having drinks at saturday nights.

And them one night, something wake him up again.

It was his closet.

Tommy started to shake so much, he couldn't move like he frozen in that position wich was terrible.
The door started to open and he was horrified.

That creature he didn't see since he was a kid came out, all imposing and calm. He looked at Tommy with those strange rounded eyes and smile. It was a scarry smile cause he didn't seem to have teeth, in fact it was impossible to know what he had in his mouth.

- W...what are you doing here? - Tommy said like the little boy, with the same voice.
- You remember me Tommy Boy. That's good.
- Please...don't hurt me.
- I didn't hurt you before, wouldn't do that now.
- I thought you were a dream, I'll have a heart attack in few minutes by seeing you again.
- No you won't. Cause now everything is getting back to the right place.
- What do you mean?
- I mean you are going back to where you belong: being good kind of place.
- Oh...you mean the dogs?
- I mean doing on Earth what you were supposed to do in the beginning.
- Earth? - He breathed strongly surprised, - are you some kind of allien or something?
- No, Tommy Boy, I am not.
- Them who are you?
- I am your consciousness.

The End

The Closet by Marta K.M. is licensed under a Creative Commons Atribuição-Uso Não-Comercial-Vedada a Criação de Obras Derivadas 2.1 Japão License.
Based on a work at themagicalstoriesblog.blogspot.com.

The Closet - Part I

2009-09-29T06:20:00.000-07:00

Thomas was a really good boy. When he was a kid he used to help his mother with domestic services, like taking the trash out and washing the dishes. He would even carry her bags back the supermarket, cause he consider him self as the "man of the house".

One day he was all alone, his mother was single and used to work many hours and that time she was really late.
Thomas was worried but tried to keep positive as he wanted to be all kind when she come back.

He heard something upstairs and went to his room. The terrifing thing was that something was inside his closet.
Tommy thought about running away, but again, as the "man of the house" he should get rid of wathever was in there, before his mother come back.
Slowly he walks toward the door, and as slowly he opened.

A strange figure like a man came out, it was hudge and the boy fall down on the floor, and stayed there.
"He" was wearing white, like a very long dress with no curves. His hair was long and gray, his eyes like grapes and he had a different lightning:

- Hello Tommy Boy, - he said.
Tommy swallowed and couldn't say anything. But surely was thinking.
- I'm just a friend. - The stranger said. - You are a really good boy, hope you know life is about this: being good.
- W...why are you here? - asked the little boy, all scared.
- Just visiting. Maybe one day, we'll meet again. Depends on you.

Time pass by and Thomas grow up.
School, girls, love, wishing to have friends. He passed through it all.
He wasn't popular at school, in fact he didn't have much friends, and he really wanted to impress the girls.
He became a teenager that was hardly at home, he felt a little guilty but there wasn't anything he could do: he was dating the girl he always wanted.
After 3 months of being together, the girl break up with him and Thomas was devastaded. It hurted him so much that he decided he would never be as good as he was with her with no girl in the world.

One day he realized what was needed to have some atention in now, highschool. He started to yell and grab things from shy boys, and some popular guys kind of started to like him. He felt in heaven.

They would go out not as friends, but more like a gang: they destroy some garbage cans from the neighbours and steal little items from convenience stores.
His mother was so sad with the turning of events. But continue to work hard, as she wanted him to go to college.

At 18 Tommy find out another girlfriend, a sweet girl who loved him very much, but she wasn't important to him.

Continue in The Closet - Part II

The Closet by Marta K.M. is licensed under a Creative Commons Atribuição-Uso Não-Comercial-Vedada a Criação de Obras Derivadas 2.1 Japão License.
Based on a work at themagicalstoriesblog.blogspot.com.

Beauty isn't everything - Chapter 3 Final

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-Are you...are you sure about that?
-Oh yes, I went to visit her and all.
-Why didn't she ever looked for me?
-Oh, she is really ashame of how her face has turned. You wouldn't recognize her anymore. I believe the reason she moved to the city was to try to find a kind a work so she could afford for plastic surgery. It's really nasty.
-I don't care about that, Mrs.Osbourne, I love her!

The woman kept looking to his late pupil, happily surprised. She smiled:
-Then I can help you to find her.
-Yes, thank you! - He jumped like a excited child.
-And that would be so eazy.
-How come?
-She writes me from time to time, in one of the letters she told me to be living preatty much near you and that she sees you almost everyday.

Victor couldn't hold his legs, soon he reached a chair and had to sit or he would fall.
-Take me to her!
-You don't have to.
The voice came from behind Victor. It was a feminine voice, a woman's but he could recognize Julianne.
-I heard everything, - she said.
He didn't turn, respecting her. But his smile was even hurting his face already:
-Can I see you?
-Well, yes.
Victor turn so fast that Julianne gave a stop to the back. She was wearing a hudge sunglasses and a big hat, covering her face in the shadow.
-No, I mean really see you.
Slowly the female heroin took her hat, and them her sunglasses. It was really unrecognizable, Victor just smiled and ran to her.
They kissed for several minutes.

-I can't believe you liked me. - Julianne said.
-I never liked you, I love you! - Victor looked her close. - I can't believe you would think what happened to you would make any difference for me.
-I always admired you Vic, but I surely didn't know you enough.

The end.

Beauty isn't everything by Marta K.M. is licensed under a Creative Commons Atribuição-Uso Não-Comercial-Vedada a Criação de Obras Derivadas 2.1 Japão License.
Based on a work at themagicalstoriesblog.blogspot.com.

Beauty isn't everything - Chapter 2

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Years passed by and he could never be able to love again, no girl were interesting enough as that 14 year old, same age he was when he met her.

Victor didn't got the job of his dreams, he wasn't married and sometimes he felt ridiculous as he couldn't forget what should be a teenager crush. But really, he couldn't.

His routine was like getting out of his job and going home, and once in a year he would travel back home so he could see his parents (wich didn't ever care much about him) and to see Julianne's home, wich was destroyed and reconstructed. Someone bought the house and was living in there, he didn't care who it was.

Although he never had many things he wanted, Victor always had lucky.
Once, he was about to cross the street when a bus was inevitable going to him him, but someone pulled him and he never saw who was it.
One day he forgot to bring his lunch, he was sure about that. But it was in his work already, like it flew until there, magically.There were always many coincidences like that.

It was vacation and Victor thought about going to his hometown for the second time this year, but he wouldn't visit his parents. Just to live his past for a while, as he could never get over it.

He stoped by a cheap hotel and stayed there. That's where he droped his coat in the beginning of the story.

Victor got out and went to his old highschool. One of the teachers saw him and came running:

-Victor right? - asked the woman.
-Mrs. Osborne, is so good to see you. - he smiled.The teacher started to remember his days at school, as he was a great student and everything. The bullying and how that girl used to help him around, when he actually wasn't around.
-What girl?
-That Julianne that hurt her self in the fire, she liked you very much.
-Really? - he asked.
-Yes, she would talk to them trying to make them to stop. She was really adorable.
-Yes, she was...

Victor felt guilty for never realizing that, he felt even more love for that girl who has been dead over ten years.

Mrs.Osbourne kept talking about million of things that Victor couldn't hear anymore, trying to figure out what more Julianne could have done for him. And he was so insecure to ask her out, maybe if he did he would be closer to her and stop what happened. The guilty was growing up.

The woman kept talking when he kind of came back to his body:
-been hard for her after that to move on.
-Excuse me, hard for whom?
-For Julianne.
-For Julianne to move on from what?
-From what happened between to her and her father.
-Oh yes, she suffered enough.
-I hope she's okay nowadays.

Victor stopped suddenly and Mrs.Osbourne turn back to him:
-What's wrong dear?
-Oh, you probably didn't know what happened...
-After the burning?
-Yes...I'm sorry Mrs.Osbourne but she died in that accident.
Mrs.Osbourne laughed wich made he be really angry. - Oh no my dear, she was alive. Very injuried but they put her in a foster home, and when she turn 18, she moved to the city.

Seventeen years of his life has been miserable, and now it was like a very heavy thing was taken from his sholders. He was...happy. So happy as he only was when he could say a few words to Julianne.

The final chapter is here.

Beauty isn't everything by Marta K.M. is licensed under a Creative Commons Atribuição-Uso Não-Comercial-Vedada a Criação de Obras Derivadas 2.1 Japão License.
Based on a work at themagicalstoriesblog.blogspot.com.

Beauty isn't everything - Chapter 1

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A man came into the room, he felt he wasn't alone but didn't care about it anymore. It always feel like that.
He left his coat on the table and went to make some coffee, he was so tired.
Later, he sat on his couch and started to think about his life.

His name was Victor, choosen by his father after his grandfather. Victor turned 31 and his life never changed. He was always loosing everything he ever wanted, but never hurted more then loosing Julianne.

Julianne was his sweetheart in high school. She wasn't preatty or popular, but her integrity always inspired him. She used to care about the important things in life: she helped the elderly in a nursing home at weekends, he admired that so much. She was a good daughter to her father, and as an only child she suffered everytime she got beaten by him.
One day Victor was in the neighborhood when he heard things being thrown inside her house and ran there, he used to pass by in front of her house so he could protect her if he hears something.

The door was unlocked and when he got in, he saw Julianne with a black eye and her father in front of her with a vase on his hand: "Stop!!" - he yelled and the big man turn to him and so the vase.
Victor wasn't hit and started a fight with the father on the floor. He asked her to leave but Julianne tried to help.
"Is this your boyfriend?" - The man was furious, and them his own daughter again.
Victor went crazy and started to hit him everywhere he could, but it seemed he didn't feel anything.

That's when the father could reach Victor, punching him real hard in the chin. He fall and everything went dark and cold.
He wake up half an hour later in a hospital. It was crazy, people, nurses running outside his opened room and the voices were loud.
He look around and no one was with him. He soon remind about the girl and ran out the door.

When he got into Julianne's residence it was at controled fire. He couldn't believe that. A fireman told him that they both died on the flame and Victor started to cry...
He cried for a month, every night.

You can find the second Chapter here.

Beauty isn't everything by Marta K.M. is licensed under a Creative Commons Atribuição-Uso Não-Comercial-Vedada a Criação de Obras Derivadas 2.1 Japão License.
Based on a work at themagicalstoriesblog.blogspot.com.

About the Author

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It wasn't an eazy childhood so I used to tell my brother stories to entertain him, as I am the older sister.
I liked to do that, and the end depended on him so I believe that's when my imagination started to grow.

That was when I was about 6 or 7, and at the age of 10 my story became the best of the class and the teacher hang it outside of our room. I used to shake my self when I saw other parents reading it, unfortunatly my mother didn't read it, not even once.

When I was 14, and about to give up writting as no one wanted to read them, my father caught the last story I was writting, kind of a goodbye to what once I thought it was a gift. I was so nervous that I wanted to him to stop, but them he asked: "Did you write this?" I said yes but couldn't stop in excuses like I was apologizing my self for writting, he interrupt me and said I should continue, that was so exciting that looked like a movie. I never stoped since them.

It has been few years now that I started to learn English by my self, so excuse me some grammar mistakes.

I have many stories in archives, some I hope to become books, some of them a script.
The ones in the blog are short tales that I made up in few minutes. Hope you all enjoy and have a better day, like my brother used to have.

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