Mother's sacrifice

A woman became a heroine mother after he made the ultimate sacrifice for her child just a few years. China Earthquake caused millions of deaths, but a story like that rare.

After the earthquake that ravaged several years ago, soldiers were searching for survivors found a dead woman among the rubble of a house. It was a strange position for a man over the roof collapsed, but there was no time to check. The soldiers went to the house next door in hopes of finding anyone alive.

However, the leader of the rescue operation came back through the rubble and looked more closely. The woman died while protecting his baby three years, which miraculously is alive! It was protected by the mother's body, which did not survive. The beams of the house they fell in the head and killed her. She started writing a final SMS but for her baby when she realized that the end is near, " If you survive, you never forget that I love you ."

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GIANT-hearted

With autumn mists descend from the mountains and at a glance, you said it made them even. He was tall and looked old, not because of appearance, but rather to ask that all children encounter in their way:

- How are you, you dear old man? that question, the children looked and felt lost in the land never could find no answer. Raised only in later eyes and looked at him with happiness moves. Children and animals around him feel good ... and women ...

After several years, some have learned that his name CLARENCE. What never said neither yes nor no, people were accustomed to saying so, though many doubted that this would be his real name. However, by nature, was quiet and rarely speak with one change householder that cut wood.

Like a strange ritual, every household in the small mountain settlement of a pile of wood prepared as they can cut him some day. She never paid, but eat with the family, and at night slept not at home but wrapping the coat is thick, lying in the stable next to animals that received snoring happily in their midst.

Sometimes in one year, when late to descend to the little hamlet at the foot of the mountains, a peculiar uneasiness settlement included. It seemed that all her breath freezes in a strange expectation and the pace of life with each passing day quietly and soon everything will stop. Then they arose shade high bunch of wool gray mist of a collective sigh accompanied him near the hamlet. Steps were followed by large and press eyed and hopeful greedy after fencing and curtains half drawn. For although they knew more about it, mountaineers quickly noticed one thing: the house where he stopped first woodcutter, it seemed that God puts his hand. If someone was down in bed when the heat of the wood he cut after the smoke rise into the sky as the man got up as if nothing had not. And that was not all. Made of burnt wood smoke rises straight for heaven, no matter how hard it knocked the wind. As a mysterious link between earth and heaven.

If a family was carrying handle difficult and not from one year to another, when they enter the woodcutter yard seemed household is suddenly untie luck. All cattle seemed the nation rabbits and calves and foals grew overnight. And who endure to sell quickly found buyers and the price of wonder. Talking about him spread quickly and other settlements, but most do not believe anything because the man was seen leaving hardly strangers. Nor households were not willing to give details, thinking that if I could convince others to go through their villages to cut wood, that would mean more rarely reach them. So he gave a shrug, making the ignorant and mystery woodcutter was kept as a valuable asset that belonged to the congregation. And if the foreigners do not speak hamlet households between them were not shy to give their opinions about the long winter evenings, spent the crackling wood stove that cut him.

-   He's a saint! Skip said, but everyone knew that this was bad and every Sunday church-beating long way in laying nearby to gape about the jobs held by a drunken priest and effeminate.

- There's one you think holy! Robert momentum cut it. Perhaps you have not seen drinking brandy and eat cum bacon. Saints do not drink brandy and do not eat bacon. Eating only roots and herbs ...

- Roots and herbs have eaten you when you started to talk, put things right Sam, widely traveled the world and smart as others. Holy, unholy, where luck man touch. Why split hairs you? Do not go right? Angry and want to go in another hamlet? Would be welcomed with open arms everywhere, so you know ... And if that does not get you, remember the Monty ...
They groaned as if all reviewed everything with your mind's eye. Monty was a landowner and grumpy miser who found any reason to quarrel. He was good but was never satisfied. There seemed natural for others to increase wealth in one year but after a toil of a lifetime. One autumn, when he saw CLARENCE careless passes beside his yard as in previous years, has achieved severed road with a rifle that was used for poaching wild boar. It was good and drunk and stumbling in his mouth:

- So here you were, dude! This year I get to go anywhere or not ...

Households that watched the gates after they froze and held their breath. Once the story has tangled skein unwound all the way and began to blame each other that they did nothing, each said he believed that the earth will open and it will swallow the sinner.

- Oh, I thought it thunder-struck has said pious Skip of making high as the church steeple and cross ...

Not happened but none of this. woodcutter Monty followed slowly in the yard and under the threat of cut kids began to cut wood. With the sound of the first-century wood splitting ax, the lowing of cattle manure heard. Other wood, sawn, another roar of beef. Monty ran like the wind in the barn and to the cross. Cattle fell one after another with swollen bellies as would be eaten fresh alfalfa. They turned black from front to CLARENCE. A reinforced rifle bitter.
- For me, this is you, dude? Monty raw laughed and pulled and the rifle has blossomed like a flower bloody face.

Once everything has passed and Monty was buried woodcutter moved to another house, of Greg, where he began to cut wood as if nothing had happened. A householder who sat a few years downfall of a tree crushed, bruised and full of pus, when freshly cut wood smoke rises straight for heaven, and he rises from the bed. He went out of the house, ran nimbly by CLARENCE and gave feet to be cast to thank. With a gesture, he stopped and although not much was heard talking, said:

- For my work, I was properly mankind. And for others, only the good Lord knows why you want to thank me.

Greg did not say anything to spend just in tears until I saw him. Then, returning to the house where smoke ascended straight to heaven, drew a deep breath and said to him:
 - I trust that this smell of incense smoke and brimstone not ...
After a while of Monty animals recovered and people have remembered that his rifle was Monty old, skimpy as it was, did not want to buy another, although many people said that old thing going to I crack head one day. What he did not like to remember the incident, soon forgotten litter over it.

Female part of the settlement have another opinion:

- This is a man who has suffered much in love, passionate Ronda said. So I feel like this stuff and I'm not mistaken. He retired as a hermit in the mountains, but the people do not give him peace. When I go all horror ...

- Leave, Ronda that thrills you when you go look at Saints church responded despite women.

- I go, indeed, Ronda Keep inferior, and so painted them as they pass.

-  Sinful! women laughed and turned away giving permission and elbows and making small crosses. In a hamlet so small it was hard to know that young widow for several years, first steps boys guide paths, sweet love. Oh, and some householders May his place stepped the yard to watch tonight, but as ever arise not hatred, it was passed over in silence.
And it seemed that, however, Ronda was finally right, even though many did not come to believe. For a few years after he chose the only known cause or another household as if they have escaped the care of tasks that can not be postponed, bullet headed towards the house of Vern, seated man, thrifty and prudent. All gave their guessing, but eventually overcomes Ronda opinion:
         - Precise Vern that little resembles the woman wich he loves before. Listen to what I say: in a year or two, when a small increase mucous that we see sitting at his house ...

- Are you crazy, said all hoping to make mistakes. You do not see the old man is ... And how immature is Selma Vern ...

In that happened, everyone hoped that Ronda to not be true, but the facts have occurred with such rapidity that no one had time to say anything, not to do anything.
When she entered Vern's yard to cut wood pile ready as usual around him gathered the children and dogs. The children sat in a circle around him and watched him with fascinated eyes take turns as each timber is then put on the block by rotating determined, it splits into two or four, by size. And if all children longer understood him at all, nobody understands what attracts human dogs around. Crowding among children and curious eyes stared at the man in front of them as if they were cut sausage, not wood. However, it is certain that there was never any dog barking. Beyond the circle made by children and dogs stopped to Vern, Selma. Tall and skinny, was leaning against a house and stared at the man who cut wood, chewing nails her anxious.

Once it has passed, the children tried to tell, but each said something so big could not find. The safest seemed to be that, at some point, supporting a tree that would not be alone on the block, CLARENCE looking up to Irene. Even at that moment, started rough ax down, children froze, and for the first time on the eve of CLARENCE, dogs snarl grieving. Gaze at the wood fell big red drops of blood, Irene approached the man. He kept his hands on his face and all that I thought looked complain because his shoulders shook with large movements. Only when Irene took his hands from his face, he saw that CLARENCE laughed happily. And when the girl broke a piece of shirt to tie him happy eyes looking at him like waking from a spell, the children were scattered to play and gambol off the dogs ...

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Letter to my little girl

My Darling "pie"

Recently, your mother and I are looking for an answer on Google. Up to draft question, Google showed us the world's most popular searches and the top of the list were "How to keep interest them for you."                                                    
I struck. I looked over a few of the countless articles about "how to be sexy and sexual," when to bring them a beer make a sandwich and ways in which to make him feel smarter or better. And I was angry.                                                     

My little is not, was not and never will be your job to keep them interesting!

Little one, your only requirement is to know the depths of your soul - the place unshakeable not tease rejection and ego - that meant something and you deserve someone to pay you interest. ( If you 'll remember this, you'll realize that everyone else deserves, and the battle of your life will be largely won. But this is a letter for another day . )
If you can trust that investments in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense: you attract a guy who is both able to express their interest in you and who wants to spend his life only knowing about yourself.

My little baby, I want to tell you about the boy that does not require you to keep his interest, knowing that you are interesting:

I do not care if he puts his elbows on the table at dinner - as long as you know you look when you smile and then can not stop looking at you.

I do not care if you do not know how to play golf with me - as long as you know how to play with children they will offer that will resemble.

I do not care if it always follows his wallet - as long as you follow their heart that he will always come back to you.                                                                         

I do not care what rate - as long as he wakes up in the morning to pick you up to give you every day a place of honor in the house and a reverence in the heart.

I do not care if it is strong - as long as you give space to manifest your power is in your heart.

I do not care about his skin color - as long as you paint the canvas of your lives with cough of patience, of sacrifice, tenderness and vulnerability.

I do not care if it was raised in this religion or another - as long as it was raised to value the sacred and know every moment of his life, every moment of his life with you is precious.

Finally, my little one, if you come across a man, and he and I will not have anything else in common, we have the most important thing in common:

You.

To that end, my little, the only thing you will need to do to keep her interest is to be you.

Yours always interested you type,

Daddy

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Wonderful Story

A 50-something-year-old white woman arrived at her seat on a crowded flight and immediately didn't want to seat. The seat was next to a black man. Disgusted, the woman immediately summoned the flight attendant and demanded a new seat. The woman said, "I cannot sit here next to this black man ." The flight attendant said, "Let me see if I can find another seat." After checking, the flight attendant returned and stated, "Ma'am, there are no more seats in economy, but I will check with the captain and see if there is something in first class." About 10 minutes went by and the flight attendant returned and stated, "The captain has confirmed that there are no more seats in economy, but there is one in first class. It is our company policy to never move a person from economy to first class, but being that it would be some sort of scandal to force a person to sit next to an unpleasant person, the captain agreed to make the switch to first class." Before the woman could say anything, the attendant gestured to the black man and said, "Therefore sir, if you would so kindly retrieve your personal items, we would like to move you to the comfort of first class as the captain doesn't want you to sit next to an unpleasant person." Passengers in the seats nearby began to applause while some gave a standing ovation. Please ! If you are against racism, share this.

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LINDA S DREAM

I feel finally, sweaty and tired and wondering what the connection is between the sentence meaningless rhymes and my state. I noticed several times that in cases of anxiety or tension, versify as I find through this valve to release tension. But you should check whether, as LINDA said, this is a symptom of madness about to come. Or who has already installed. But as long as you suspect you're crazy, you probably suffer from another disease. Yeah ... Disease east of the moon, they are and why?

Are we crazy yet? Get out of bed and open palm: Moonstone shines in my hand. "You know, I said LINDA when I first met her, I liked so much your story about rock gem that I came first antique and near some old books, I found this. I called moonstone "A stone that all the stones, but the first time I saw LINDA. It was more beautiful than phrases that annoy me sometimes, so I told the first lie: "What a beautiful stone." "He-he, forced laugh LINDA, not nice! But when I passed it whispered: Buy me! "So I looked sympathetically in part to her:

- Hey, baby girl, you know that wolves are not fools.
 To raise her puzzled shrug said,

- That is not no walk in packs or pairs. If you decide that between you and me, I'm crazy, please let me do my part in this peace.

I looked sympathetically:

- Hey, wake up! He asked me to buy ... What's the big deal? Really! Able to steal and then pray to keep your trouble!

- That's nothing, still LINDA serene, but if the night held in the hand makes me dream.

- Me! I jump happily with the thought that after all is nothing more special than a way to send me what he feels for me.

- Not you, I'm sorry. I dream of a world ... to know that I looked there but you were not ...

 There's no one, just me in a wonderful country and surrounded by parrots. You know, normally I allergic to parrots, but even there ... I like to see some mountains in horizon blue, and next to me is a lake where if I bathe, I feel young, beautiful ...

- You are beautiful and you are so young you want?

- I know, man! But there seem totally different ... I want to see the place ...

- Well, give me some rock at night.

- Take it! Let me know tomorrow how it went.

Boulder takes her hand and looks forward for the first time. It's beautiful! Prospector beautiful girls I should do. I guess one in a thousand that is the greatest. God, when he figured out how to do it if you ask me. Unfortunately my first age, weight and the promise of a platonic relationship. This is ... Would a girl of a stone. "Well, that gave me her head," I say to myself I can as long and a short meeting.

Now I sit on the bed and feel hard, sweaty and dirty to the world from whence we came. I immediately recognized the place. Parrots, lake blue mountains in the distance ... But, a more analytical nature than LINDA, I checked in the mirror feeling better soon Lake: Yes, I was different. As I wanted to be if someone would have asked that. Or if not life would have been suspicious, selfish and evil. I had the eyes equanimity that a few times in my life I saw in the eyes of people and I've always envied her. "Well, where are you now LINDA to see me?" We slept happily on the lake. So it was true. Even flowers like dandelions on the lake in which I broke some wires ...

I stood with LINDA stone in hand, I looked the other hand where I had yellow flowers and went to the cabinet where was my rock. It was exactly the same. So the old witch I do not mind.
Now he had only to go to take flowers, let's give then run the antiquarian promised to give him money because he held for a week boulder next to "Faust" by Goethe whom I talked to exasperation LINDA. And about my collection of old books. What is sometimes subconscious ... well guided. He-he, LINDA Honey, what you were easy prey for a fox like me. I remember with pleasure the visit to the old astrologer: I think even I handle him a little by my indecision played brilliantly at first.

- You know, I said I stumbled, I love a girl very young compared to my age.
He looked gray in the astrolabe or the tool might have had him there, although I was expecting some crystal ball.

- My Lord, I said looking at me seriously, the legend of Faust is centuries old. I do not see why it would be appropriate to remember it. Or, worse, it reprinted ... and filters are sold with two charity shops below ...

- You know, doctor, or, well, as considered necessary to tell you ... I will not force them to love me. I want to love me ... but ... (I stumbled theater then resumed) ... you know, maybe if I still sign a document or something, my soul after death to return to stakeholders ... and I coughed slightly pointing down, about where I thought it would be situated Hell.

- A! he made woke astrologer. You mean the devil ... Well, I'm afraid that too would be interested in the soul of a middle-aged atheist who, apparently, sinned enough anyway to be sure the client when the time comes.

- But ... he coughed meaningfully, maybe we can solve your problem ... There is an otherwise little possibility of sending, to you and the young lady, in an ideal world where all problems will be solved by itself ... but that will have to turn once to bring me the price for this trip ... few threads like dandelions yellow flowers that grow there on the shore of a lake. I need to prepare some essential ingredients ... say ... And I can not, unfortunately, to visit this world ... Avatar and a code prohibiting me into this world. Then you can stay there forever ... young ... and probably loved. To do this, you simply need that when you get both there to throw rocks in the lake ... To be sure that you will not be tempted to go back ...

By the lake, near LINDA, look blue mountains in the distance. I am happy, I am loved and I'd like a moment ago never to never end. If guessing my eyes, turned to me. Between the two stones are. Take them in hand and for long. Then, with a graceful movement throws them into the lake.

- Hey, jerk it, it would have to do it ...

- If I waited for you, many would not have happened...Maybe you have not visited the magician. 

At my puzzled gaze broke as dandelion yellow flower between us and motioned me:

- You think someone that much easier for trips in such a world?
He looked at me smiling and his eyes glowed golden iridescent that if I had never seen before.

- Who are you LINDA?

Her smile focus:

- Perhaps a goddess is bored ... and, out of boredom, invented a world. And you invented yourself ... Or am only a woman who loves ... She whispered to me later. It's actually the same thing ...

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THE RITUAL

Above the sea, the sky was gray shade and wind blowing seaward made the beach to have a look desolate. Because of the clouds, the sun had acquired a strange greenish-yellow, giving the few tourists scattered on the beach ghostly appearance. When I saw her, I came to believe my eyes. Although it was cold and people were passing me in search of shells and shells were dressed quite thick, it was the beach. Watching her only her, you never have thought that's the end of September, but after the ease with which, in a bathing suit, trying to capture sunlight, you could imagine in the middle of summer. But if you lift your eyes from the sun and watch her appearance wind blow papers dirty beach groaned Back to reality: it was a cold late September. And although it was far enough away from my road, I felt irresistibly drawn to the open spot color that sheet they made the wet sand .

The resort was mostly empty, populated by ghostly figures, strange and running out of money like me, taking advantage of discounts on the season ... Three days haunt beach without having the courage to get naked and beat me even thought fucking ticket to give my employer offered generously and go home where I was still single, but at least there was so much hotter ... and without rheumatic babe around me to show off the beauty of time passing devastated if my Who knows what I was Prince Charming .

There was something really special about this girl and did not deserve to miss the opportunity. She had a gorgeous body and a tiny orange swimsuit trying in vain to hide voluptuous curves. Came near her, I could go on or to stop and try to get the word. To ask why? "Are not you cold?" Or, "I want to take a bath?" Words that I have found the more ridiculous the more I got to see as I approached the book you read: Philosophy Alchemy. And all the sheet, another stack of books that I was able to decipher the title than one: the rite of passage.

Admit I was not very smart figure standing spit in the face sheet and desperately trying to find a phrase to show that they are not quite as stupid as they look. My shadow pale stopped the book they read, so that a later mind me and looked at me.

- I went to the terrace, I showed myself to building on the edge of the beach, and I thought that maybe when you get you get back a tea or coffee to warm up.

- I'm cold, shook her head ransacking his reddish curls, but when you come back to me a dark beer. The box, added she sank back into reading.

I dragged perplexed by wet sand on the beach up to the terrace where we hope to find the black beer, willy-nilly, I was forced to look for. For a moment, it occurred to me the idea to go to drink a coffee and then taking advantage of the fact that I was no longer in its visual range, to disappear. But be thought that might meet her again or correctness gene which lifelong made me get into more trouble, I called the waitress to approach and to ask:

- A black coffee and a beer, please!

Only you brought me coffee and bottle of dark beer I remembered explicit formulation: a porter in the box. When I asked this woman looked at me with pity:

- Not the box factory porter, sir. Or at least I did not hear.

- But ... well ... I felt lost myself, I promised a friend that I'm a beer black.

- Your friend, the waitress said, looking significantly to the beach every day someone sends dark beer after the box. My answer is the same: no porter at the box factory.
Friends who know me can testify that shine with intelligence and yet, sometimes, rarely, more often than I would have liked, I many a start, one spark and light gray monotony of an entire year. How was the idea that came to me at the moment.

- Well, then, that empty beer glass in a box and I'm like him ...

Malicious smile with me your advice waitress made me feel like a little Alexander who finally solved the Gordian knot.

We crossed and the beach to the beer girl having carefully as a trophy price. When we arrived, the girl gave up her philosophy of alchemy and foliage now another book: "rite of passage"
He took the beer, thanked me without looking that observed substitution made by me and beckoned me to sit beside. He drank a sip of beer and then said:

- You know what I wonder? Here! I found this book in a bookstore in town. Has more than one hundred years old and the man who wrote it even thinks that everything he said here is true. For example are given a lot of ways, using simple rites of passage, can call spirits, monsters, jinn, ghosts and all that's your heart wants to go into the world to fulfill yours every desire ... Perhaps the author has only to give voice to specific superstition's time ...

He paused, he took a sip of beer, looked at me and huge green eyes and asked:

- But if it's true? Have you the courage to try?

I looked around. Tourists are clearing a lonely later that summer is over and it would not be another until next year. So I had gone to cheap hotels where to lodge, leaving us alone on November 2 the whole beach. I looked her straight in the face. Drink beer still in box with small sips curious looking at me waiting for my response. I had an instant feeling that my Biology teacher revisit the insensitive on an insect just put the insectary. Startled insects on us kids impressed us most, for it did not exist I shrugged trilling to me because now I felt insect.

- Do not think I have courage ... It may be only a superstition, so whatever. But if it's true? If there is any chance to still be true? Have you the courage to let go of one like this in the world? and I showed the clip of the cover where a giant monster and green sea rise from their huge wings as if trying to cover the world with them.

- The idea seems tempting, is not it ? Especially when you know that you have mastered it, smiled plan temptation.

He remained with eyes fixed to off as if they have already seen huge slave emerging from the sea.

- I read it carefully tonight and I'll tell you more when we meet again ... and started to rush things with gestures gather the sheet. We drove to the hotel, helping to bring books. In parting he said:

- My name is Lisa. I look tomorrow at ten. I'd be curious to try, however, a rite of passage. And that it takes two ... she smiled mysteriously leaving me puzzled in the lobby.
I went to boarding confused where I rented a room for one week. In room: wardrobe, a nightstand and a bed where I sat and staring at the ceiling, I began to think of Lisa. I wonder what he meant by "we must try a rite of passage"? Think of it I fell asleep and I dreamed all night with my hand going through a maze. Although not seen labyrinth, as often happens in dreams, I knew that awaits us at the end of a bed in which a am already late. The target looked into her eyes large, green-gold, I began to undress but suddenly, her skin white and smooth erupted leaving thousands of places to see as it scales a monster in its ugliness, Lisa features carefully preserved.
- Come, I whispered her, I need you to ... He said something but I did not understand why because the bed was on fire and we both fell into an abyss from which I could only phone ringer off.
- Do not forget to come today, ten! whispered a voice that sensual, in the end, I recognized her as Lisa. I wanted to say something, but she already had the handset.

I looked confused at his watch. It was nine in the morning. Slept almost twelve hours, which is not ever happened to me. The way through the maze Lisa still seemed so real, that I got up out of bed searching the high walls and gray eyes that labyrinth of strange signs and symbols saying something in a language I did not want to know.

I fell dizzy poor dining building, I drank hot tea and ate bread and butter with butter and jam thinking whether to go or not meeting with Lisa. An inner voice told me that the best thing I could do was to climb back into the closet to get my suitcase and catch the first train home, forget about Lisa and her rites of passage. "But if I'm a little devil whispering naughty in my mind, all this is only a game designed to banish boredom and bring us closer."

- I hope close enough that worthwhile! I muttered frowning I'm the bread with jam.
Heart gripped by a feeling gloomy but at the same time, I feel that something mysterious and forbidden, I went to Lisa's hotel. I wait in the lobby and when I saw his eyes clear and bright, I said that undoubtedly nightmare last night due to grandma stories that scared me as a child.
I took the hand with visible impatience:

- We ? it prompted me excited that, without want, I need a thrill. Have book under his arm and a small bag that gave it to me to take her. When I left her hand along the deserted beach, I felt entering a mysterious and enchanted realm where nothing was impossible. I went further than usual and we stopped in the middle of rocks we feared from prying eyes. The waves were bigger and gray this morning and the light filtered through the water seemed a huge aquarium that hangs over us and takes the place of heaven. A hasty movement spread sheet, but it was much colder than yesterday, never stripped swimsuit, but it has lasted so dressed.

- Come to me , she called me in a voice suddenly hoarse. I sat next to her and then, with a feline movement, leaned over me:

-They do? he asked with a persuasive voice. Here we see one ...
It sent a shiver short and I gave her my arms, but she shook outraged:

- I'm talking about a rite of passage. What do you think?

I mumbled something about how cold it is and that we should warm up before
begin serious.

- I know a safer way to it, she said and took out a thermos of the hot tea bag.

- And tea? I'm outraged. Oceans drank tea in this holiday.

- Mine is the rum she smiled maliciously. So you will warm precisely. I drank a glass of tea then pouted as she went to the seaside.

- Look at this one to do it! showed it to a private place on the beach. He opened the book and showed me a drawing of a primitive altar made of stones.

- Look! That should show. I'm going to draw the outline, and you bring the stones ...
 So I'm back with stones, she is already drawn contour model sacred precincts of the book. We both started to build the small altar. Should have the shape of a circle with a diameter of two meters and a height of 20-30 inches or as a three-four stacked boulders. In fact, this was all our problem. Because the rocks were wet and slippery always, all our anguish seemed kind of labor of Sisyphus, of course keeping the proportions.

- We should have to do a little lime mortar, I came up with an idea, hoping to
postponed until tomorrow, or, anyway, later our work.

- It's best to use mortar, I contradicted it. The book says that the stones must stay in balance without any glue ...

- Supported only by faith, perhaps ... I'm angry grunt, but she did not hear me.
Finally, when our construction began worrying much resemble the drawing in the book, Lisa took out a sort of amulet bag and, using three sticks, he cobbled together a tripod and hung it in a delicate balance above the altar.

I still think that it is just a pretext to delay a fad to use the sheet that I hope. But Lisa seems determined to lead the ceremony in the book to the end. I sat at the entrance to the small sacred site, the position of high priest probably, and she entered the circle and facing the sea, began to read the book incantation to her pagan god. A read and reread again and again, without a noticeable effect, while I'm behind her, my eyes wandering over her body, I was wondering when you finish with this stupid game.

In a later bending her shoulders are impossible to overcome and turned to me.

- Do not go! she whispered off. Something I did not like the ritual wrote ... And there is a page that I think were missing essential things ...

- I think the two that made this spell supposed to have sex before I tried to bring the discussion to the point that interested me. Just so as to empty the mind of sins of the flesh, seeing I added the spark angry eyes.

- Do not you understand anything? By my incantation, I should call him from the depths of the sea on Odkinn ... And as it says in the book thing, for us to switching can be done only once every 11 years fixed ... on September 21 He should have ... in our world and I go to become bride ... and then goddess ...

He threw the book went mad in the sand and reverting to drape. So beautiful and so crazy!
Once finished our trip into the realm of the gods, Lisa became something more prosaic and walked sulk in the bag, removing and setting a frugal meal. We ate in silence. It depressed and frustrated me. How little hope for remaining sex, I honestly allowed to become worse:
- Let your god damn marine and think that even 11 years would be married and a lot of children will not have time for it ...

He turned back to me, not put me into consideration. How cold wind started to
penetrate through thin clothes day it seemed like finally and irreparably compromised, I began to get cocky, thinking that all I have to lose. I took a can of sardines that there was still some debris and I said sarcastically:                                                                                                                       

- If your god Marine has not attracted your magic incantations, let's see if the smell of Fish will not tempt him more .... and pulling the lid, we reversed the remaining sardines in the middle of the altar.

- Do not do it! Lisa screamed at me.

Looking at it I felt sharp lid of the box I enter the palm and a few drops of blood fell upon the sand of the altar.

Suddenly I felt something change: Amulet of the tip sticks suddenly began to pulsate as if they were alive and fake rubies shine caught a cold.

- That's it! Lisa jumped suddenly revived. Sure! That was, of blood sacrifice. Without this ritual does not work ...

He took it down and started to recite as in a trance. At first words, somewhere at sea, above the clouds, distant thunder started to weave a dense mesh above the sea. Strange noises arose from the depths and beach sand seemed to boil.

- Come to me, I called Lisa excited. Come and take the amulet! You have to keep both. Just write here ...

- Lisa, I do not know if you do ... well, I'm stems.

- Come on! She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the fragile circle of rocks.
Grab amulet ...

I reached out trembling and my eyes fled to the high seas in waters where a huge pair of wings standing to break the cover world.

- Lisa, look! I showed him the great and terrible all at once, I began to tremble.
He also threw a glance and his eyes became bright:

- Merge ... must continue ...

I looked at her aghast. It was crazy ... Beautiful, but so crazy ... I caught her by the shoulders and I turned her face towards me:

- Lisa, come on! You must not do that!

Was fallen into a trance. Her gaze was fixed and two abyss pupils seemed dark.

- Must ... she murmured. Must ... a unique opportunity ... every 11 years, you do not understand? ...

I said nothing but I shook it firmly by the shoulders, trying to do to recover.
The book has escaped from his hands and hit the falling boulders crushed the amulet that ...

He flinched sorrowful gaze at the amulet fragments:

- Bastard! ... You did it on purpose ...

- Lisa, I did not ... I did not deny myself, but from the sea there came a thud as if a huge body would suddenly be immersed in water ...                                                                                     

I looked in there. Monster wings no longer buttermilk and a strange silence had descended over the beach, interrupted only by crying Lisa. Crying with long sighs, as issued by a spell.

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