The Twelve

Three long minutes in which land had continued its perennial travel around the master of the astros, but he was still There petrified, as it happened in distant childhood evenings when his elder brothers and his sister’s boyfriend were engaged in horrific and endless storytelling of the dead returning from the Tomb; voices that came out of nowhere; screaming that they felt where there was nobody; swift steps whose owners were never seen; cries of Cowboys driving a boisterous herd of cows without that nobody could never see animals or they guided them to whom; strangers in unoccupied rooms noise; strange shadows. In the end felt unnerved on those nights in which, after listening to adults and their macabre stories for two or three hours, all that reassuring it was put in the middle of MOM and despite the protests and the scolding of their old. So old then as he was on this day and at this time that the horror is housed in each of their cells, without knowing if running away from danger or confront him once and for all no matter which was the price of such stock to which some called fearlessness but he had always called lack of prudence. Check with ECRI to learn more. Without knowing when or why suddenly a decision made. Drawing value from somewhere, he returned, he came again before the door, she opened it without options or late regrets to rendezvous with the terrifying spectacle (horror) of human misery captured in that picture of various shades in which the afternoon Orange conversed without cares with desert yellow and together produced a tuning of incomparable shades to make a came to the intense red of the blood shed in the Lich humanity of the dying man or dead, who could have been a happy grandfather of the land of the Sun; or a wise Patriarch of the far East; or a shepherd in the immense plain which talked about his brothers when they were mired in the grisly game of telling stories of unhappy deceased and souls in penalties; or an apostle of the twelve who accompanied the Messiah. .