Average Life Of A Ford Starter

TWO CYCLE. CYCLES

Foreword.
Most things when you repeat many times become customary to, you do it almost subconsciously, without thinking ... Jumping from a fourth floor to try to land on a mattress is not one of them. Still
Owen jumps to void help but think "Is this how I die?" during the few seconds it takes to reach the ground. Lands on his feet on the mattress and all its weight is concentrated on his weary knees are bent to the limit, notice how his tendons are strained to the maximum as he closes his eyes in pain. Still not to open when you stand up, as if looking would change things if accidentally broken a leg. Thing does not happen at least this time.
When does the spirit to open your eyes, there bloodied mattress on top of that, the image the world sees it freezes the heart, could not get used to that nightmare vision, probably never would. In it was like jumping into the void from a fourth floor.
The street was completely snow layers and layers of ash, of the many fires that had plagued the city, which seemed to want to swallow the multitude of cars that invaded the road to total anarchy. It was as if a giant child had been angry and accounts of his anger with his collection of cars scattered everywhere, some smashed against the windows, other positions upside down, others cross in the middle of the street, others dumped on sidewalks including those that were parked, waiting for seven years as an owner who's ever set up again.
Over the sea of ash sticking thousands of objects besides faces and bodies of the sleepers fully preserved, as if it had not spent a single day for them. They were like tombs only put flesh to shake like an epileptic when some live passed near them, then lapsed back into its own well of peace. Sometimes
roaring wind blew clouds of dust that rose and ashes thrown to the unfortunate survivors far from the west, once from the east. It was impossible to know which part of the city came the ash pisabas perfectly caused the fire that could have emerged at the other end. The ash and the dead of this world share the passion for travel.
Owen begins to cross the street leaving a groove in the blanket of ash. Fuck Her strong ax in his right hand and was moving with extreme caution that today was not one of those days of wind and visibility-both yours and the living-was very good. He goes squatting among the labyrinth of roofs, lower and side car. Rose nervously and torsos is a multitude of wandering aimlessly between the cars. They call attention to two of them: a man fully dressed with a black jacket made jiroles and about the same, a woman dressed in bridal attire, partially broken and dirty with blood. Stumbling walk, bumping into them, and turning away to bring. Close to both had a limousine with the message "Just Married." Who would have said that the end of the world are going to achieve in your honeymoon?.
passes over a harley made in the floor and sees before him a cart of drinks apollo pickup truck in a telephone antenna. Do not even look inside it, its catalog of horrors and nightmares and was large enough for the few hours of sleep I used to have. Not content with that the picture begins to shake and all pendants inside of it begin to sound, Owen quickly pulls the fucking picture and it stops moving. "A sleeper. Not only did they have a baby but also had to be a fucking sleeper." Thus was this world. Could never learn enough about him.

try to calm her breathing that it now seemed to him that sounded like bells in the middle of a wake. When you think you got to look nervously at his surroundings. All the living are still as statues, waiting, know they have an intruder in their ranks, but not where. It looks at the clock, and twenty minutes have passed and only cross the street. Your Obet was just a few steps: an ambulance slammed showcase a bike shop. He had spotted from the top of the window before jumping and was their only option to save the life of Ifi. Back at his watch, when you do not know the time you have each second that passes makes it against you.
He stands and opens the back door with a thud, "Better be surprising that we surprised," he thinks to himself when facing into the ambulance.

Totally empty. At that time

is aware that his entire body is shaking because of the tension, open all cabinets inside the ambulance and carry off everything, putting it in a knapsack of the red cross that rested on the table. When it puts on the shoulder something from the seats of jumps and throws him out of the van. Caen
rolled violently to the road locked in a brutal fight, in which the ambulance driver who throws rabid bites always come across with the handle of the ax. A particularly strong nudge Owen get rid of him then throw a kick against the drink cart. Owen is felt throughout the body for that thing to get bitten or scratched, with no luck, but not the bag that had fallen into the ambulance.
not with the rest of living that plagued the streets. I had seen.

Street so far silent as a graveyard explodes into noise when hundreds People are released to run as if possessed to him. Those things only know the straight line to reach any point, so jump over cars breaking its windshield and dented the roof of the same in their desperation to reach him, leaving a trail of alarms, which incredibly still functioning - in its wake.
At the time and attracted by the alarms the living that lay inside the buildings out of them with the speed and violence of someone who tubiera his body engulfed in flames. Pass through the windows with a brutality that paralyzes Owen. And to see a mad old man in his seventies through the moon in a bakery as if they were landing a grotesque, is something that makes your balls shrink to the size of marbles.
Those bastards in their quest to be the first to rip your head is thrown through the windows wrapped in glass and blood.
The street is filled with insane cannibals who want a piece of it, so shut the door of the ambulance in time to curtail several fingers of a delicate hands that you have safely pulled the heart. Quickly bends down to pick up the bag of the red cross and there is an elongated finger with a wedding ring that probably have not seen even one day of happiness.
Sale of the van by the driver's door and breathe easy when you see that the window was almost the same size the ambulance stamped on it, so that these things could not get the sides of the emergency vehicle. He pulls out his flashlight and looks into the bike shop if there is anything we can serve. Then look at the clock.

Four minutes after that things started to hit the rear of the ambulance doors open this wide. A figure emerges from inside screaming like a lion leaping to a Roman coliseum. The time has come

all or nothing.

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Well I have read so far completed the Cycle One, which is the structure that I use at least the first part of the book.
By that what I'm posting is now part of the Cycle Two;)
PS: Ceci sa quedau end in "living" After many attempts at various other names, fauna, and that name was very cool, who knows if there will be more opportunities to use it;)

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brown and green.

He loves to go by train, especially at night, when each vibration of the ground the hacerca
more and more home and sleep wants to take it. It is at that time, including headers, between the
torn between dreams and reality, in that fight by not closing our eyes, when everything seems to become unrealistic. The window only shows the blackness of the night. A warm and sincere darkness that is only dimly reflected his face. In the middle of nowhere, as if floating in it. Station appears, wrapped in lights. The train and gradually more people sleepy enters the car. The doors close and after a moment, the last lights and signs they leave the station again immersed in the warm oscuridad.La mostly talk about the dark is evil, but that darkness is different, kind It is like a canvas for dreams that even awake (why they are awake right?) are drawn next to it in the reflection of the window. Vibration and shaking of the train are like a small cradle that makes it even harder not to fall into the realm of Morpheus. Outside, occasionally, between the pleasant darkness, draw some light on a car that is waiting to cross some railroad crossing. It's like traveling through vignettes of Frank Miller. Only two white spots between the nothingness that separates two train stations. Two lights that show that even in the fabric of dreams, in that pleasant Canvas blackness, there may be some reality.

The move clockwise along with the train station to station. Slowly the train fills with people, like stubborn droplets in the glass overflow. All are what she calls a known unknown. I see every day for three years, although not even know their names. Has coincided with them over the years, are partners of silences and routines, and wilderness trips. A wagon full of lonely people.
Lights City evaporate your dream, and will again come out on top all the problems of labor. She studied archeology to travel the world, discover antiques, hidden routes ... not to be locked in a room measuring three by three dusty inventory and filling out reports by the hour.
The last stop, go alone, "the guy in the sunglasses, had wondered how often that would color his eyes, had ever been even about to start a conversation with just to see if he removed his glasses.
can do it tomorrow.

Get your bag on the i-pod and watch your agenda. Tuesday and is still desperately needed to know everything what the future holds the semana.Es an organizational junkie.
-On Wednesday, has coffee with her friends, should be OK to date with all the gossip.
"Because on Thursday it is working dinner, and he wants his friends give him advice because the museum is a fellow in love with her ... and does not seem bad guy. And he could use some male company.
"Since Friday had been em go to the movies with her best friend and her boyfriend, and would like to give a surprise by going together. "Because on Saturday
eat with their parents and do not have a good history will remember his sister repellent she ten years younger and she has a boyfriend. And yet
Sunday go to the beach with his sister, and laugh and fight. And he would tell all his future plans, and travel to Egypt to Peru ...

While saving the i-pod outside the train back to plunge into a complete and utter darkness, that was a sign that was the last leg of the trip, which passed through the ground. Try to remember if a movie night were surreptitiously observed nowadays interesting as the guy with glasses. Then a huge impact crushed the roof of the car become a trap of biased irons and huge concrete blocks on a passenger falling like a guillotine. Dozens of amputees fall heavily on the floor, sprinkled with his own blood and claimed by piercing shrieks of pain. As to be top of the train going down a storm of glass, dust, blood and viscera floods the interior of the car. Abosulutamente When it seems that all passengers will die in there own irons that had torn the occupants of the car hit the pillar in makeshift convertible roof that slow the progress of the roof to just two feet from the ground.

And in that place, pressed against the seat for the ceiling and pierced by an iron that cuts through everything the stomach, is aware that not come home, that tonight and no more will turn on the TV. Is aware that it will never see her friends. Between lágrmas curses for not having ever dared to ask out a coworker. There will be
working dinner or movies, or travel to Egypt or Peru ... nor will eat with their parents or to see his sister. And cries of pain and impotence to recover the life that had nothing to do so controlled, so studied. Cries for being so naive to spend life doing instead of making plans, and cries because he knows he will die and can not do anything about it. A final pressure
roof against further crushes seat against the seat, Girandole head at an impossible angle and allowing you to see, during his last seconds of life, to the boy "no" sunglasses lying on the floor, with a gushing head wound. The color of his eyes, different from each other, the only thing that goes when I leave this world.

brown and green.

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Mathematics of God. Jimi

desesperdamente runs through the crowd that gives him slapping awkward trying to get him. A hand grabs his jacket and almost makes him fall, but a skilled movement takes it off and keep running, as it has done all day, as it has done all his life.
is ten years old but his story began about a dozen at a center for the disabled run by nuns. His parents suffered both mental retardation led, in the case of his father in a motorcycle accident at age twenty and in the case of his mother by a fever that nearly takes her from this world two months of life. Much loved and they were all they needed to live in their little world, consisting of the pavilion 11. They spent the whole day together and still no nun suspect anything, it seems that the possibility of two late fall in love was out of his calculations. As if the heart was a damn what happened to his eternal enemy, the brain. The truth was that if the missing numbers up there, down there is because, at heart, there were many more.

They were found making love in the last of the endless rows of labandería, as they had done many times before ... The room was filled with the screams of horror of the nuns, some of them even beat them with wooden rulers like animals.
made them feel ashamed, told them what was wrong, I love banned because it was unnatural and they separated. Him in the pavilion 12 and she at 11, where each chair, silent corner, every damn place reminded him. As she marchitava
something growing inside her, she noticed. The nuns also.
Even if it were against the religion to which he had sworn to entrust their lives, the nuns were determined make abortion "for their sake."
obviously not asked his opinion, that she wanted an abortion or not was secondary, merely told him that she was not trained for that decision. All lies. What mattered was that "it" could not happen at its center, would be a scandal, a spot of history. She
nuns threatened to commit suicide. Ignored him.
At eleven o'clock the night entered the room where she was a "doctor is not entitled to carry out the abortion. Terrified he left before taking a single utensil his briefcase.
At eleven thirteen came to the same emergency room two orderlies "fully qualified" to take her to hospital. Half tongue had torn a bit and was drowning in his own blood. At the hospital, stitched up the language and could speak no more explain what had happened. The failure to do so with synonyms or vocabularo who had used any totally healthy person did not stop believing, rather the opposite. Estubo admitted to that hospital until Jimi tube, then returned to the center for the disabled where the wall that separates the Pavilion Pavilion 11 and 12 also separates two worlds that go off, to be dying from lack of love,
company, the other's presence.

When Jimi was still in his mother's belly had been diagnosed several deficiencies and delays. Without making any clear prueva. What was clear to all was that the birth of two late, the child had to leave each other or also with some delay.
One of the things that God loves us is our hobby mathematics and to apply them in everything, including nature and life, land belonging to him. So
that day made clear that instead of our anatomy we could get us our formulas, our mathematics and our calculations. Jimy
born not only totally healthy, but with an IQ which departed from any graph. At birth was sent to an orphanage "brother" of the center where his parents lived. There always repudiated his teammates, some might think it was because of the nature of their parents, others by being the cleverest of the class ... but the truth is that I hated
that still had parents. We may never visit but were still out there somewhere in the hellish city. Everyone knew it was an open secret
voices.

So sick of everything, the trip had ADVANTAGE Annual end of year (they had gone to visit a huge entertainment center whose theme was the sea) to escape and go looking for their parents. What I had not imagined was that everyone ran after hecharía him. Jimy
is ticking and after spending several shacks selling souvenirs, with a crowd is even thicker among which is rapidly lost. Runs between them as they complain of hearing him and speak out. Not understand why until in front of a small ten-seater submarine floating on a huge artificial lake and a man dressed in sailor-boy selling tickets if you try to sneak'll put a kick into the lake. In the submarine only fit ten people, so we'll keep it turno. "People start to get nervous around him until a deep voice cuts the scene - Come with me!, Is my son .- All are turned to the man middle-aged, large suitcase and small mustache that no one pays heed to both inputs and enter the small submarine with Jimy. Immediately after the man dressed up as a sailor to be the driver, close the hatch and began an incessant chatter that accompanied throughout the journey.
Of the ten passengers, all but Jimy and the lord of the case heard the endless chatter of the driver. Jimy just think what will happen when it goes on the surface. Will the nuns waiting to take over?. Moreover, the man who had posed as his father had only to look in the watch so obsessively.

"Well dear travelers He said the deep-sub-driver has time to emerge again. So ... what do you do? - Everybody turn quickly and stay pale.
The briefcase man pointing a gun at them, "Let's stay down here," He paused in which it was aimed at all to the head. One by one - does anyone have anything to add? -. Nobody said anything