More than once he had envisioned walking beside the Canal in March with his stepdad and giving the bastard a great big motherfucking push. He would scream and fall in, his arms pinwheeling for balance, and Eddie would stand on the concret parapet and watch him carried off downstream, his head a black bobbing shape in the middle of the unruly whitecapped current. He would stand there, yes, and he would cup his hands around his mouth and scream: THAT WAS FOR MY LITTLE BROTHER, YOU ROTTEN COCKSUCKER! WHEN YOU GET DOWN TO HELL TELL THE DEVIL THE LAST THING YOU EVER HEARD WAS ME TELLING YOU TO PICK ON SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE! It would never happen, of course, but it was an absolute grand fantasy.
Stephen King-It.
Título: Éxito
Prompt:Día 5. Máximo 80.
Fragmento:
-Mai, no te dejo quedar aquí gratuitamente. Has dormido todo el día y no has atendido a Saiyurin.
-¿Saiyu…rin?-Mai abre los ojos muy grandes, convencida de que sigue soñando que ella le habla, acariciándole el cabello. ( ... )Título: El príncipe sirviente
Prompt:Día 6. Máximo 90.
Fragmento:
-¿No me recuerdas, hermana?
Kizuna se saca el sombrero de ala ancha y los lentes oscuros.
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