Seminar Prayer Samples

The End - Chapter VII - 1 story

In a night without moon the reaper advanced among the tombstones of its cemetery, where there were an unimaginable number of stones, the trees bare and skeletal grown between the stones housed rotting corpses, skeletons, crows that intrepid But the sight of the owner and undertaker fled from that place, to save his life, in that place from which man was banished to consume is yet another ritual. The cloaked advancing, looking grim and determined, including inscriptions in Gothic style, cross country, with written names and names, so many different stories, one thing in common: all those stories were the cause of their purpose in common: the grim reaper. Arrived at a grassy area saw what he had written a few days before burning characters: Andrea Terni. He smiled, he would not ever forget that experience. "And so I won again Andrew, human misery, where was all your bravado in front of me? Where was all this desire to the risk of death eh? Well this shows your stupidity and lies, I see you doing so brave and fearless in the face of stupid and shallow eyes of your friends death, but when I offered the opportunity to assert what you showed, you could not do anything if you do not fool yourself it was all fake, well, this blindness killed you, I must say that you have been a very fun toy, all other media lasted a few hours, you are lasting a few days, this should give you, but you're dead, that's what counts and you're good, I do not give a second chance, a mistake is fatal, and your mistake was fatal! "Then his eyes became two coals, two blasts of a minestrone feelings in question, the scythe hovered in the air and the tip of the lower end of the neck, was thrown to the ground, in the midst of writing Andrea themes, there was an explosion, after which there appeared a glowing stone, a Celtic cross that says Andrea Terni, 1967-2009. He finished this case, the next night would be passed to another, the bringer of death was ready to kill again, but the playtime was over, that this was granted with Andrea was a frivolity, now would have to kill immediately, but would return to kill, maybe, who knows, with another family member Terni, he liked that last name, gave him the impression of a mechanic, well in the next case would have killed a mechanic, so much fun to remember this era, another rectangle among the graves was waiting a few kilometers later, in another part of the cemetery, now started in the fog, the monsters have taken their shape in stone, normalcy had returned, and a black crow perched in the gate of the cemetery looking at the harvester disappear into the fog that invaded that place and saw him for a while though, because they did not like being spied on.

John Munaretto, Alberto Corato, Athanasius Matthew, Luke Zovo

Tunisia Our Country Tounes Bledna

Battle - Chapter VI - 1 story

although Andrea had not the slightest idea where over, was in a tunnel in the fog, a way through an unknown landscape, the sides of it there were two walls of dense fog before him the unknown fate. The centaur decided to continue for the slight rise and see what to do, while walking thought the incident, how could a hallucination he had killed his friend, was now all covered with blood, as might have been a hallucination? How could it be all unreal and fruits of his head? After a minute he came to the conclusion that this was true, and that death was chasing him and began a monologue in which screaming his despair, was not so eager to die, because he had to die, why? Why should he be pursued to madness by that beast hooded? He had many questions in my head, tried to answer when he saw an iron gate, the pillars where the hinges were fixtures were embedded in that layer of impenetrable fog, but the moving parts could be seen well, were of wrought iron and not particularly frigates, the only decoration was a large Celtic cross, there was more. Andrea looked at him puzzled, what was a gate in that God-forsaken place? He started to turn around when the gate began to open, amazed Andrea has passed and continued to wander aimlessly through the street. He was thinking that maybe they would be saved when the gate was closed behind him, had not noticed that was getting into a deep pit from which it would no longer be released. The harvester's trap had worked, had created the door, he opened the gate to get it going in his kingdom. Was climbing the gentle slope with a scythe always ready, when he felt a sinister sound, at once he stopped and looked around, but nothing. "The ears apparently mistaken," he said and began to follow the road. It was now twenty minutes walking when he saw the huge shadows on the sides of the road. As he approached became increasingly clear: they were statues. First appeared in two huge and grim angel of death beautifully carved in stone that served as a sort of guard house, a tavern with a tower with no windows, after them there were two huge gargoyle similar to those at Notre Dame, Andrea past them puzzled, then he found himself between two other statues: two huge skeletons with arms outstretched to the sky. He was staring at the gate which was about twenty feet from him when he felt a different noise. Two statues of a demon who ate the entrails of a human life was taking the hungry monster, a demon was leaving the tavern that had been stored for millennia in a glass case and he was very hungry, the bats were raised by thousands trees, the cemetery gate was opened, and appeared the reaper, sickle dripping with blood in one arm and a headless body in the other, was the body of Timothy. Andrea looked at him and realized that for the last time had fallen into a trap, and now would have to fight. The reaper demon threw the casket into the casing, and they devoured it in only two bites, and after the tasty lunch rushed to Andrea, but he was ready and cut off an arm, then tried to split the head of the demon from the body but this did not maim again, and dodged the fatal blow, and then rerun on the victim, but this time was to stop the reaper, with a spell catapulted him ten yards further back, and with a deadly look which had made him understand stay calm, he would eat later. Meanwhile the reaper approached with Andrew, who had another nervous breakdown, started screaming like a madman, before shouting the reaper nonsense phrases and a few seconds after whining for forgiveness, prayers, but that lasted for seconds, because then resumed screaming angrily . The reaper was happy with that, he had achieved his goal to perfection. When he was a few inches Andrea tried to hit him, it pierced the scythe but he remained in full, any blow would have been empty in a vain waste of energy, so the Reaper swung his weapon and cut off his leg. Andrea screamed and fell to the ground, a spray of blood came out of the left leg stump. The reaper put it back upright, as if was his puppet, and seeing the first signs of fainting hurry to make her his arm to bite. Even on this occasion, a jet of blood flowed and now Andrew was unconscious. The reaper made him soar into the air and hit him with the scythe vertically divided into two parts, which fell to the ground with a thud in a huge puddle of dark red blood, then the butcher gave him unusual led a series of repeated shocks, whenever the scythe was putting in the meat came out a jet of blood. At the end of the body of an unknown number remained Andrea Terni small amount of red pieces, the red coat was now the reaper, scythe as well, the statues were stained with blood. It was a real slaughterhouse, seemed to have been quartered a whale, grass and earth were soaked with the blood of the only human who had entered the realm of death. The reaper wiped everything with a spell, then gave the pieces to feed the body of the demon of Andrea casket, then looked towards the cemetery, a new victim had been harvested, the age-old crescent was dyed red again, the wishes of death were were heard, but mostly it was fun as hell. The experience was the funniest ever made, had killed three people unnecessarily. He had done the thing he liked most in the world, to kill. Now go towards the cemetery, had to finish the ritual that repeated itself over thousands of years for billions and billions of times, and that will not stop never happen again. Every now and then watched his scythe still stained red, as if to tease Andrew, began to sing "Paint it, Black" by the Rolling Stones. It ends by saying "No, Andrea, have you painted red."

John Munaretto, Alberto Corato, Matthew Athanasius, Luke Zovo

How To Get Rid Of Thick Hair

The blood still flows - Chapter V - 1 story

the evening after Timothy was cleaning the counter of his local wearily unusually empty. That morning he had not come no one, so he decided to keep the room closed for the rest of the day so he could clean the room and take a look to the electrical system of one of the concert hall as the lights were not working, although they were not burned. While the weary bartender ran a dirty rag on the counter, humming a song that went on the radio, "Brothers of Metal" Manowar, she heard the doorbell ring. Timothy puff, then walked wearily to the door. Andrea was entering on his premises, the centaur was sweating, looked at him with eyes wide open, her hair was messy, his jacket stained with blood. He walked unsteadily to the bar and sat on a stool and asked with a whisper of beer. While handing him a mug asked him how he managed to wreck in this way and Andrea told him of the incident. At the end of the story the bartender asked him, incredulous, as he had been drinking. Andrew replied that he had been drinking and that the hooded figure had seemed an illusion, a vision, but did not know how they could have been beheaded. Timo shook his head, as it did not seem possible such a thing and looked into his eyes: his look was blank, lost in space, how stupid, Andrea had become insane, even by his tone of voice it could be deduced; talked about stuttering and the end of a sentence was often difficult to hear because the voice lowered as the uttered. The bartender knew that something had happened to his friend and that he had done something crazy, albeit completely. She watched him sip of beer every now and then mumbled a few words that only he knew, after some 'finished his beer and stood up holding his head bowed. The grim reaper was hidden in a recess in the ceiling and, after listening to the dialogue between the two amused thought to himself "Poor fools, I do not think that exists. Well, this narrow-mindedness will kill them both. "And giggle. Without Andrew and Timothy did not know it a heavy layer of very thick fog rose around the room: the order was started, the harvester had understood that the game had to end sooner or later. It would certainly be enjoyed a little ', then he would kill his victims. All in all, until now it was just fun to torment the Centaur. After you have finished cleaning the bar with his friend Timothy spoke of the problem in the concert hall and went to do the check, Andrea dragged behind it, shaking his head and mumbling a few words still confused with the jug, vacuum in hand. A few minutes later they were faced with a myriad of wires red, blue, brown, yellow and white, Timothy could not understand very well asked Andrea if by chance we understand something of the power cables but ironically said that the positive should connect with the negative, was lucid enough to do it. Timothy found the box open to see the links, had to take a screwdriver from his pocket but realized he had forgotten, then asked Andrea to pick it up. A few seconds later she heard him shout, "You closed the door to you?" Timothy had not connected the concept, and so went to see the reason for that question, but once you step in the concert hall fell arms: the heavy door between the main hall of the room and the corridor was closed, the point was that this wall of metal and hardwood could not be locked, but driving a mechanism that slid inside the metal bars which fit into the two keeping doors closed together, but to turn the wheel to do this was situated on the other side of the door. Timo said, taking a tone of voice desperate, angry and worried "lp can not open this door with a crowbar and even with a flexible, can be opened only from the atrium. This means that we are closed in here, damn it, and there is no way out. In a nutshell, if not someone with dynamite to blow it up then save it, otherwise I see it hard! "Then he sat down grumbling on the ground, leaning his back against the wall and they were in trouble. Andrea wondered how he had to shut the damn door, when a shudder ran through the back making it shudder, had a strange premonition, her gaze lingered on entry to the cellars, there will never be what was in there? Why was acrid smell and why had that so mysterious? Watching carefully, he began to see something in the dark, then flashed two red glow in the dark. Andrea let out a scream that he died in his throat, then took the skull more closely and hurled it with all his strength on that template. Timothy asked him what he was doing grumbling and Andrea did not have time to finish the sentence that he noticed that the room was empty, only two of them trapped in the room, no way out, unaware of their purpose. The reaper had fun watching the world theater that the two had concocted, it was a comedy for his taste. Then hovered in the air and disappeared from the corridor, had to implement his plan. Timo Andrea asked if they could try to blow up something in the cellar to create a hole or something that looked like the door, Timo said he had never entered into the cellar and had no intention of doing, besides not having the key to open the grate, so Andrew took the first piece of iron found it and put it in the lock, then I gave it a second and after a few seconds the lock opened, he turned to see his result, but he found a few inches Timothy Good's head floating in the air, from the neck came out of rivers, streams, waterfalls of blood and the body was gone. Two feet behind the macabre remains of Thyme was the reaper. Andrea with a burst of heroism took the scythe of the dummy who had his right and threw the screaming reaper, but these moves his scythe, cutting a finger. Andrea shouted, now we had got used to it, it was all red in the face, was having a nervous breakdown, they threw against the reaper, and they continually rejected him every time and every time he made a cut, scratch or small cut. Andrea decided to escape in the basement, rushed to the grating, opened it, and crossed the closed strongly, then dropped the ten steps and the darkness around him. But Andrew was like a young inventor, he lit the lighter and comes off a piece of mesh, and then gave him fire and put it in the beer that was still holding, thus creating an emergency flashlight. He went blind in the basement and when he turned the reaper was behind him, so he started to run, and, suddenly, he found a wooden door. The Reaper looming over him, but he opened the door, crossed and closed it behind him violently. For nothing now would be worth any attempt to flee or hide. It was the beginning of the end, and the reaper would have thought it tasted .

John Munaretto, Alberto Corato, Athanasius Matthew, Luke Zovo

Bowling Shoes Dynorooz

Appearances - Chapter IV - 1 story

The steps grew closer. Suddenly silence fell. "I'm done," thought Andrew staring wide-eyed the wall of the garage. Slowly he turned, to see just imagining something sinister and mysterious, and he thought that the hooded figure believed to have only imagined before in the same garage and then down the street, but the size was true and wanted to kill him. The rotation took about 10 seconds, so great was the terror in Andrea. When he finished, he saw something like a hood, then light and eye pain: a spotlight pointed at him, blinded him for some time, and only when the pain was diminished could see a figure in silhouette, but this time fortunately no cap and gown: Andrea could make out the outline of a plump policeman. Two bats had reached home, he believed that they had hunted for speeding, but one of the policemen, in their forties, asked him to surprise: "What's his name? You okay? Has suspicions about who may be the author of this mess? ". Andrew did not answer, looked at him with a dazed expression, then put his hands through his hair and looked around for the hundredth time, to make sure he was not dreaming . It was all true: the Reaper was deceiving him it was a dream when in fact the only thing I could dream was not to a painful death, of course, only dream of. The officer reminded him that he was not alone: \u200b\u200bhe said the general and his task, then asked him what was his name, but got no response as anything but a blank stare. Andrea was going crazy. The policeman tried to cavargli something from his mouth, but eventually surrendered to take him to Central. The unlucky not opposed to the policeman as it leads him into the steering wheel, and then it left for the police station. The car was comfortable, the padded room, in it there were two cops sitting in the seats in front, one driving and the other fumbling with a portable radio to find a decent song, in the end he found it and turned off his nervous unit. They were followed by a second wheel, and in fifteen minutes they arrived at the police station, about 20 km the home of the protagonist. The commissioner was a Denn, a fat man in his sixties, his eyes small and blue, the three-day beard, a cigar in his mouth and a melancholy air. It was sunk in his comfortable chair blue, looked out the window and smoked his cigar, thinking of his useless life. He had never done anything good, ruminated on her mistakes and then cast out thoughts shaking his head, only to return to reconsider within one minute on average. His life was so, He made us do the work to his subordinates, he would sit always in his blue chair facing a crisis of conscience that more police cases.

His wife had left him a month earlier, bringing with him his two sons, the court case had bled to death financially, and now the bank account was close to the thousand dollars, and how Not only that he had given alcohol to remedy the problems, compromising his position as commissioner. "I get fired at any moment" topped the hit compilation of his ordinary thoughts. Now there is to imagine how a person might be interested in this type of damage to the garage of a motorcyclist in 20 km from there at 23:19 at night. He was already falling to sleep, ready to disconnect from work any minute, when Johnson broke the agent in the office: "Good person, agent Johnson, just a little 'damn intrusive plan," said Denn. The agent told him the place, and the inspector accepted-very reluctantly-to speak with Andrea. As already announced, Andrea found herself out of the office of the commissioner in less than five minutes. Johnson's agent said the outcome of the debate, and the answer was a resigned look, so the loaded on the steering wheel and took him home. Back in the padded car with two officers in the front seats, Andrea hopes to heart the dismissal of the Commissioner: "How can you ignore that there is a fool who goes out to pierce thick iron doors in 10 cm and after having been uprooted also pierces the walls of the unfortunate garage?! But more than anything, the only weapon capable of this is a knife, sword or ... "and here a shiver through him by the neck to below the waist" of sickle ...". He remembered the image of the hooded figure. He closed his eyes: "Concentrate! Does not exist! "Opened them and was gone. "My friend, you drank too much," she thought, while in the car, spreading the biting notes of Led Zeppelin, which combined gave Immigrant Song. "Finally, something decent," said the policeman left. Andrea lay and listened. After the song, he realized that they had the wrong street at a crossroads, he turned to look at the sign from behind, but over the back window, he saw two red eyes. "NOOOOO !!!!" he thought. He turned and found himself frantically a few inches from his face disfigured by one of two policemen who lay down on the seat in front is Andrew. He no longer had the eyeball of the eye Right: blood flowed in torrents from there, his mouth was crossed by a deep gash that reached to his chin, and the top of the head was cut off: you could see the brain. While Andrea paled instantly, the left eyeball came loose and fell on his legs. There were no traces of the other policeman. Andrea vomited on the corpse for about ten seconds, he saw the world staring at him on the legs by moving the iris. With a leap inhuman, the main character came out of the right door, rolling on the grass. The car went crashing into a light pole just ahead. Andrew vomited again, then slipped on the vomit and fell to his knees, weeping. "Bastaaaa!" He yelled, then began to sob in the dark. "No. Not yet. ". Andrea had a cold shiver throughout the body, and shuddered. From the darkness emerged the other cop: "Oh, God be praised! She is alive, "said Andrea. Then the policeman lost his head, which rolled to the left. "Oh! What a shame. He's dead ... "the voice of spectral spread all around. "Nooooo! You do not exist. " "I do not think ..." That said, the Reaper came forward, and Andrew also saw the hooded figure in the garage, which appeared in the sky, in the street, but real, no longer a emanate it. And he fainted. Tempering it was still dark, and looked at the sky, the moon had turned red. Red blood, lit, and then something broke away from the moon, a strange shape. Andrea began to flee, but noted that there was a car next to him, he looked around for a hiding place, but to be realized in the open country: "No, I was sure to be near a farmhouse." he thought, then turned back toward the sky, and saw that the outline was approaching, red on black night sky. And Andrea began to call it, looking like a ghost, no legs, but a long dress that seemed to have no end. But the figure had no face, is indeed, now the figure was acquiring a face, but Andrea could not see him, as staring at him. And finally saw him, and awoke. The hero found himself gasping, while nearby a rooster announced sunrise, and with the light gave him a glance round about: recognized the road to the junction there 10 meters , the machine a 15 to his right, and the cottage. "It was a dream" on the other hand, most did not even know his face. Then he tried to rebuild, I remember the intersection, he turned and saw her eyes, then someone died and he rolled down, then again the hooded figure, and the dream. "Maybe I also wanted to see the guy with the cap. He rose unsteadily, pointing with his right arm, and walked to the car. Then he changed his mind if he had seen the body he threw up again for sure, so he felt in his pockets looking for a phone to call an ambulance. Did not find him, so it fell to him to get a good ten miles on foot to the house. He did not stop in any house to call the ambulance, he cared only to get to his home. He arrived there after two hours, and threw herself on the bed still muddy and so on, and slept. He awoke the darkening: had another nightmare, still dead. "It 's an obsession!" She thought as she turned on the TV, then zap until he found a local newscast. "We have found an hour ago, next to a patrol car crashed on a pole, two police officers killed in inhumane ways. Have not yet been put forward hypotheses about who ... "Andrea turned off the television, and went in the garage. He found the bike intact, the only survivor of the devastation that prevailed in the garage. He noticed falter, while approaching it. "It will be tired ..." he thought, but then he just stayed. "Patience. Do not stop me from riding to the pub. " So that climbed into the saddle, turned his bike and gave it gas. It was about halfway, when he heard a voice in his mind: "I done well to choose. Do not you ever stop, is a hoot.. " Andrea looked right and left, but could see nothing, but when he began looking ahead, he realized that this was no longer there. And even the land around it was all gone to make way for a deep black, present everywhere. It did not seem even to be based on a plan, so the landscape was even black. In view of this, Andrea slowed, he knew what was coming, and tried to prepare, but it was no use: The Reaper's penetrated the mind and invaded with his devilish laugh, and after a while 'Andrea began to have nightmares of deformed persons were hanged and slain, and thousands of eyes of embers staring at him from all sides. He put his hands through his hair, and fell to his knees in pain. Suddenly he stood up screaming: "Stop! Disappear. " It all fell apart, and the hero found himself alone at the side of his bike in the open countryside. Panting and staggering dramatically, got back in the saddle. He lacks the strength even to start, but after a while 'attempts did succeed, and departed the premises at a time, to drown everything in alcohol, what else could he do?. A hundred yards away, the foothills of the forest, The Harvester was enjoying his work. "More and more interestingly, managed to escape from my grip. You know, the flame burning at its maximum just before off and in fact I think it's time to quit dancing.. " Then he turned and faded into the mist.

John Munaretto, Alberto Corato, Athanasius Matthew, Luke Zovo