federico1928

 The orchestra played in the distance. The soft, gentle tune led by the light sound of the violins fit perfectly with the vast hall. Marble pillars, carefully handcrafted to roses and lilies, patterns and shapes, contrasted with the tall roof. The ceiling stood 5 meters high and it had painted - with bright yellow and red colors - a beautiful pattern of diamonds on top of squares that stretched all across the party hall's roof. I bet this all looks way too much to her Kaoru thought as he saw Haruhi's face show a slight tone of hindrance. She always felt that so much money was wasted on pointless things like painting the ceiling and crafting t

I love her... You close your eyes. You caress slowly the cold, unattended wood. You take a long breath as you sit down and open your eyes. As you looked around you notice no one was around anymore, what people said was true, after school hours the class was completely empty, even though it was the most popular class in school, the most interactive, the one in which everyone managed to free themselves, to break free, the only moment in which they can take a single long breath and enjoy that short 1 hour. Even though most people say that music isn't art, since it's already there, it is something that doesn't come spontaneously as an artwork, y

Little Secret Hello!! Long time no see!! I just had this idea popped in my head and I had to put this into a story!! I hope you enjoy :3 "How long have you loved her exactly?" "A- around five years..." you stuttered "Have you ever told her?" "Never..." "Dude, you should tell her, I heard she's onto another guy and he probably will say yes, come on! what's there to lose?" "My whole secret you idiot! I don't care if she's onto someone! I won't say a word to her!" Somehow, this conversation always ended up popping up every single time you spoke to anybody, the whole school knew, the only one who didn't was her. And you probably wanted to keep

Note, This has nothing to do with historical facts, some events may appear but anything written here is purely fictional, you are free to choose your country, This is my first story (third part ^-^) ever in which it involves the reader so bear with me :D any doubts concerns and feedback will be gladly received As you opened your eyes, you notice someone is sitting next to you in your bed, everything was still blurry, probably due to the hit you received yesterday. As you try to focus your eyes more, you notice the room you're in, it was all made of wood, it was definitely smaller than the one you woke up in Yao's house, and it had way less

Note, This has nothing to do with historical facts, some events may appear but anything written here is purely fictional, you are free to choose your country, This is my first story (second part ^-^) ever in which it involves the reader so bear with me :D any doubts concerns and feedback will be gladly received As you slowly woke up, you start recalling everything that happened yesterday. You giggle a little when you remember how you had slipped with the tea, it gave you that everlasting sensation that gave you a wide smile. As you go through what happened yesterday you finally remember the one most important part, when Yao kissed your for

Note, This has nothing to do with historical facts, some events may appear but anything written here is purely fictional, you are free to choose your country, This is my first story ever in which it involves the reader so bear with me :D any doubts concerns and feedback will be gladly received Thunder roared in the distance. Droplets of water splashed on your now pale face. The mud under you was cold and damp, it seemed it absorbed your strength and you felt it fade away. Everything you saw was dark and blurry. You had no idea why you had gotten messed up in this mess. Your friend Ludwig had invited you to his house, he said he had some fr