Post by account_disabled on Dec 23, 2023 5:10:31 GMT -5
The storm raged in the sky and the plane skidded continuously. The pilot tried in vain to re-establish the course, but the wind was too strong. When he found himself a short distance from a rock face after the last move, he ejected the seat just in time. But the parachute did not open. He had dacron clothes , leather shoes and a headdress that resembled a turban. The man who showed up at the police station that morning even spoke a language I had never heard of. The marshal managed to make himself understood by asking him where he came from, but the man pointed to the sky. The ship bounced like a piece of wood in the pitch-black ocean.
The sheet had broken and the sails were going on their own. The sailor tried to replace it, releasing his grip, and was catapulted overboard, disappearing in the swirl of the waves. The woman had found the bottle of arsenic, but her husband had managed to invent a plausible excuse regarding its presence in the kitchen. Her wife, however, made her Special Data disappear, momentarily delaying the man's plans, who found a substitute the same day. That time his wife didn't find him. She didn't find anything anymore, to tell the truth. He had picked up a girl at the pub, a Kenzie of those who are not easily forgotten. Breast size, lower back to remain in apnea, long blond hair. She took her home and they drank beer and whiskey until they couldn't think straight anymore.
The next afternoon, when he woke up with a block of concrete for his head, the woman was gone. Her along with everything of value in the house. The worker went to the construction site like every morning. He entered the building under construction, greeted two colleagues and reached the mixer. It was then that he noticed a worker he had never seen before. He turned to the two he had met, but he was no longer there. Then he arched his back, a scream choking in his throat and a pain that paralyzed him. They later found him with a pointer stuck in his side. The body was swollen, even swollen . The eyes are totally white. The purplish mouth. The corpse had emerged from the swamp at dawn, a putrid mass of forgotten and corrupted flesh. Even the aquatic creatures had disdained her.
The sheet had broken and the sails were going on their own. The sailor tried to replace it, releasing his grip, and was catapulted overboard, disappearing in the swirl of the waves. The woman had found the bottle of arsenic, but her husband had managed to invent a plausible excuse regarding its presence in the kitchen. Her wife, however, made her Special Data disappear, momentarily delaying the man's plans, who found a substitute the same day. That time his wife didn't find him. She didn't find anything anymore, to tell the truth. He had picked up a girl at the pub, a Kenzie of those who are not easily forgotten. Breast size, lower back to remain in apnea, long blond hair. She took her home and they drank beer and whiskey until they couldn't think straight anymore.
The next afternoon, when he woke up with a block of concrete for his head, the woman was gone. Her along with everything of value in the house. The worker went to the construction site like every morning. He entered the building under construction, greeted two colleagues and reached the mixer. It was then that he noticed a worker he had never seen before. He turned to the two he had met, but he was no longer there. Then he arched his back, a scream choking in his throat and a pain that paralyzed him. They later found him with a pointer stuck in his side. The body was swollen, even swollen . The eyes are totally white. The purplish mouth. The corpse had emerged from the swamp at dawn, a putrid mass of forgotten and corrupted flesh. Even the aquatic creatures had disdained her.