#luis muriel

[biking-around-the-world]

Aspettando il commento di Becca: “oh to be Lucho”.

#atalanta bc #luis muriel #teun koopmeiners

[nonsaremodellestar]

Vedere Josip allenarsi regolarmente (con tanto di content pessilicic) mi mette gioia💖

(CIAO MARITO MIOOO❤)

#matteo pessina #josip ilicic #duván zapata #luis muriel #marten de roon #aleksey miranchuk #juan musso #josé luis palomino #jeremie boga #giorgio scalvini #atalanta bc

[locatellini]

27.04.22 | ATA 4 - 4 TOR

#luis muriel #marten de roon #remo freuler #hans hateboer #matteo pessina #atalanta bc #atalanta #serie a #soccer #socceredit #sportsedit #my gifs #i’m not tagging the rest of the players it’s 2am and i have finals today…. i need to sleep 💀 #i love this team so much it hurts #also matteo in the second gif <3 <3

[ferrari-desmosedici-wwe-fc]

E si aggiunge pure Murieeeeel

3-1

🖤💙

#luis muriel #atalanta bergamasca calcio #atalanta bc #dea #calcio #football #serie a

[omgbeautifulboobs2]

Zoom on... Muriel Dubrulle or Muriel Rousseau

#lui magazine #muriel #muriel rousseau #muriel dubrulle #amazing body #18+ only #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #beautiful babe #beautiful views #tan lines #nice and tight #magnificent rack #sweet and sexy

[diyeipetea]

Big Band Ciutat d'Eivissa (Eivissa Jazz 2022 II) Por José Luis Luna Rocafort [Instantzz]

Big Band Ciutat d’Eivissa (Eivissa Jazz 2022 II) Por José Luis Luna Rocafort [Instantzz]

Eivissa Jazz 2022 Fecha: miércoles, 31 de agosto de 2022. 22:00h. Lugar: Parc Reina Sofía Grupo: Big Band Ciutat d’Eivissa Santi Ramírez, Nahuel “Naco” Achei, Antonio J. Marín, Pau García: trompetas Vicent Tur, Vicent Matoses, Jaume Tur, Saúl Peñacoba: trombones Nacho Marí, Sergio López, Muriel Grossmann, Jorge Ortiz, Daniel Martos: saxos Pablo García: piano Radomir Milojkovich, Albert Oliva:…

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#Albert Oliva #Antonio J. Marín #Arturo Pueyo #Big Band Ciutat d&039;Eivissa #Chema Pellico #Dani Marín #Daniel Martos #Eivissa Jazz #Eivissa Jazz 2022 #Jaume Tur #Jordi Sanou #Jorge Ortiz #José Luis Luna Rocafort #Muriel Grossmann #Nacho Marí #Nahuel &quot;Naco&quot; Achei #Pablo García #Pau García #Radomir Milojkovich #Santi Ramírez #Saúl Peñacoba #sergi verges #Sergio López #Vicent Matoses #Vicent Tur

[canesenzafissadimora]

Siamo istanti, istanti che muoiono. Viviamo per le piccole cose, per i sorrisi e per i tramonti, per i momenti che possono durare secondi o minuti, per i baci, per i testi delle canzoni che il più delle volte non capiamo neppure. Siamo fatti di tanti piccoli istanti, un po’ come un puzzle a più pezzi, di quelli grandi, che sembrano non dover finire mai. E andiamo alla ricerca, tutta la vita, di queste tessere, degli istanti che mancano, perché a tutti manca sempre qualcosa, sebbene non sia mai chiaro cosa. Andiamo alla caccia degli istanti che muoiono, e ogni volta che ne troviamo uno, ci sembra di morire un po’ con lui, quando ormai è tutto finito, e il momento è andato via., scomparso per sempre. Così amiamo senza speranza sempre tutto quello che è destinato a non durare. Che poi, le cose più belle spesso non durano. Se i baci potessero essere per sempre, sarebbe come non baciarsi mai, e se la felicità più pura fosse perenne, non si saprebbe neppure che quella è la vera gioia. Così, eccoci trafelati alla ricerca degli istanti che muoiono. La ragazza che vuole l’amore vero, e fa di tutto per trovare, invece, qualcuno che semplicemente le dia il suo maledetto primo bacio, per poi lasciarla sola di nuovo; la bambina che vede la luna inseguire la sua auto dal finestrino, e si chiede ridendo, perché si trovi sempre li, nello stesso punto, e rincorra la macchina, punto microscopico e inutile dell’universo; la moglie, che aspetta con ansia che il marito torni dal lavoro per abbracciarlo; il ragazzo che non riesce a dormire, perché vuole a tutti i costi vedere di nuovo la ragazza nella classe all’ultimo piano il giorno dopo, anche solo per pochi secondi; la vecchia, che si gode quello che sa essere l’ultimo tramonto con il compagno di una vita, a cui presto dovrà dire addio per sempre. Tutti questi, tutti questi sono istanti che muoiono. Fugaci, quasi non ci accorgiamo di loro, che non hanno passato nè futuro. Leggeri come il nulla, e nel nulla tornano subito dopo. Eppure, noi siamo la somma di questi gesti insignificanti e apparentemente inutili, che, paradossalmente, ci rendono più vivi di altri.

Muriel Barbery, "L'eleganza del riccio"

[writing--whore]

✨Commissions ✨

Okay so... I have no idea if anyone would be interested but I have decided to open up commissions.

I love writing smut. Pretty much anything is on the table. I love dark themes including noncon, I love most kinks and I love a/o/b. I'm happy to explore dark topics like drug abuse or self harm.

That said, I do also love some tooth rotting fluff and comfort fics.

I mostly write reader fics although I'm happy to write for OCs or fandom character x fandom character.

You can find my master list of my most recent fics here.

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Some characters I write for:

The Darkling (Shadow and Bone)

Kaz Brekker (Shadow and Bone)

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Luis Serra (Resident Evil)

Billy Russo (The Punisher)

Silco (Arcane)

Michael Langdon (American Horror Story)

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death)

Muriel (The Arcana)

Julian Devorak (The Arcana)

Tangerine (Bullet Train)

This list is not exhaustive. If you have a fandom/character not mentioned on the list, please feel free to drop me a message with what you want and I'll let you know if I'm able to write that. 😊

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Prices:

£3/$3 = 500 words

£5/$5 = 1k words

£10/$10 = 3k words

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Please feel free to drop me a message with any questions! 💖🥰💖

#fanfic commissions #reader insert #leon kennedy x reader #luis serra x reader #billy russo x reader

[biking-around-the-world]

Lucho: un gol di tacco non è abbastanza, devo farne uno ad ogni partita.

#atalanta bc #luis muriel #vai lucho!

[androgynousafterdark]

Asta's Masterlist :)

Fandoms I Will Write For

-Supernatural

-Criminal Minds

-Resident Evil

-Call of Duty

-Harry Potter

-The Arcana

-Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Characters (will likely be updated)

Supernatural

-Dean Winchester:

Imagine.. bottom Dean

-Castiel:

-Sam Winchester:

Criminal Minds

-Aaron Hotchner:

-Spencer Reid:

Resident Evil

-Leon Kennedy:

-Luis Sera:

Call of Duty

-Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

-Captain John Price:

-John 'Soap' MacTavish:

-Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

-Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra:

Harry Potter

-Lucius Malfoy:

-Severus Snape:

Imagine.. Intimacy with Him

"Mouthy Boy"

Sweet

The Arcana

-Julian Devorak:

-Muriel:

-Lucio:

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

-Mammon:

-Lucifer:

-Beelzebub:

-Leviathan:

-Belphegor:

-Satan:

-Asmodeus:

#call of duty #obey me #criminal minds #the arcana #harry potter #resident evil #x reader #writing

[nonsaremodellestar]

DAJE LUCHOOOO

#luis muriel #speata #serie a 2021/22

[mmepastel]

Quelle snob je suis. J’avais copieusement ignoré Muriel Barbéry en raison du succès de L’élégance du hérisson, l’assimilant à une sorte d’Anna Gavalda…

Heureusement, une amie chère m’a conseillé celui-ci. Vu que je suis en train de regarder avidement La cuisine des maikos sur netflix (j’en reparlerai, c’est sûr), on peut dire que je suis In the mood for Japan. Particulièrement Kyoto, l’ancienne capitale nippone.

Ce livre a été parfait pour moi en ce moment. Un souffle léger mais odorant, une respiration, une gorgée de beauté.

L’héroïne, Rose, alourdie par une mélancolie atavique, arrive à Kyoto pour lire le testament de son père, fraîchement décédé, et qu’elle n’a jamais connu. Sa mère a refusé toute sa vie durant de parler de lui, et a scellé son silence par un suicide.

Complètement déphasée, Rose se réveille chez Huro (feu son père), et rencontre Paul, un belge immigré au Japon, également blessé par l’existence, qui travaillait pour Huro (marchand d’art fortuné et esthète) et était son ami. Il trimballe Rose de temples en cimetière, de gargote en restaurants, et subit sa mauvaise humeur. Car Rose est en colère. A juste quarante ans, elle n’a pas trouvé sa place dans sa vie, exerce la botanique, mais semble dénuée d’ancrage, de connexion à elle-même ; elle est méfiante et pleine de ressentiment pour ce père absent et déstabilisée par le mode de vie japonais.

Mais la magie de Kyoto opère. Le circuit pensé par son père et respecté par Paul lui permet, sans qu’elle ne s’en rende vraiment compte, de ressentir des choses inhabituelles, la beauté, la fragilité des choses. On effleure une vision du Japon à travers ses yeux et ses sens. Pays tourmenté, fondamentalement malheureux, il a choisi de ne vivre que pour la beauté, pour transmuer le malheur en un jardin spirituel, d’intégrer les morts dans leurs vies, de célébrer la nature avant les cendres. La prose de Muriel Barbéry fonctionne par petites touches, dévoile des descriptions poétiques d’un grand raffinement, sans livrer la clé. Les chapitres ce succèdent, précédé d’une anecdote liée aux artistes japonais ou à des légendes anciennes, chaque déplacement de Rose ressemble à un rituel sacré énigmatique.

Au bout du chemin, elle a fait peau neuve, elle peut mourir et renaître, son puzzle intime semble reconstitué.

A l’arrivée, on a un très beau roman, qui rend hommage au mystère japonais (j’ai vraiment eu l’impression qu’ils avaient compris davantage de choses que nous sur le monde), à son savoir silencieux, à sa beauté grave et intense.

A l’arrivée, on a très envie d’aller à Kyoto !

#littérature #livres #litterature #roman #livre #une rose seule #Muriel Barbéry #actes sud #Japon

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Slightly changed common forenames

Aaron Ada Adam Adrian Adrienne Agnes Alan Albert Alberta Alberto Alex Alexander Alexandra Alexis Alfred Alfredo Alice Alicia Alison Allan Allen Allison Alma Alvin Alyssa Amanda Amber Amelia Amy Ana Andre Andrea Andrew Andy Angel Angela Angelica Angelina Angie Anita Ann Anna Anne Annette Annie Antoinette Antonia Antonio Antóny April Arlene Armando Arnold Artúr Ashley Audrey Barbara Barry Beatrice Becky Belinda Ben Benjamin Bernadette Bernard Bernice Bertá Bessie Beth Betsy Betty Betány Beulah Beverly Bill Billie Billy Blanca Blancé Bob Bobbie Bobby Bonnie Brad Bradley Brandi Brandon Brandy Brenda Brent Brett Brian Bridget Brittany Brooke Bruce Bryan Byron Calvin Camille Candace Candice Carl Carla Carlos Carmen Carol Carole Caroline Carolyn Carrie Casey Cassandra Cathy Catérine Cecelia Cecil Cecilia Celia Chris Christian Christie Christina Christine Christopér Christy Cindy Claire Clara Clarence Claude Claudia Clayton Clifford Clifton Clinton Clyde Cody Colleen Connie Constance Cora Corey Cory Courtney Craig Cristina Crystal Curtis Cyntûa Cád Cárlene Cárles Cárlie Cárlotte Célsea Céryl Céster Daisy Dale Dan Dana Daniel Danielle Danny Darla Darlene Darrell Darren Darryl Daryl Dave David Dawn Dean Deanna Debbie Deborah Debra Delia Della Delores Denise Dennis Derek Derrick Desiree Diana Diane Dianna Dianne Dixie Dolores Don Donald Donna Dora Doreen Doris Dorothy Douglas Duane Dustin Dwayne Dwight Earl Ebony Eddie Edgar Edith Edna Eduardo Edward Edwin Eileen Elaine Eleanor Elena Elisa Elizabeth Ella Ellen Elmer Eloise Elsa Elsie Elvira Emily Emma Enrique Eric Erica Erik Erika Erin Erma Ernest Ernestine Essie Estelle Estér Etél Eugene Eula Eunice Eva Evelyn Everett Faith Fannie Faye Felicia Felix Fernando Flora Florence Floyd Frances Francis Francisco Frank Franklin Fred Freda Freddie Frederick Gabriel Gail Gary Gayle Gene Geneva Genevieve George Georgia Gerald Geraldine Gertrude Gilbert Gina Ginger Gladys Glen Glenda Glenn Gloria Gordon Grace Greg Gregory Gretcén Guadalupe Guy Gwen Gwendolyn Ian Ida Inez Irene Iris Irma Isaac Isabel Ivan Jack Jackie Jacob Jacqueline Jacquelyn Jaime James Jamie Jan Jana Jane Janet Janice Janie Janis Jared Jasmine Jason Javier Jay Jean Jeanette Jeanne Jeannette Jeannie Jeff Jeffery Jeffrey Jenna Jennie Jennifer Jenny Jeremy Jerome Jerry Jesse Jessica Jessie Jesus Jill Jim Jimmie Jimmy Jo Joan Joann Joanna Joanne Jodi Jody Joe Joel John Johnnie Johnny Jon Jonatán Jordan Jorge Jose Josefina Joseph Josepûne Josúa Joy Joyce Joánna Juan Juana Juanita Judith Judy Julia Julian Julie Julio June Justin Kara Karen Kari Karl Karla Kate Kathleen Kathryn Kathy Katie Katrina Katérine Kay Kayla Keith Kelley Kelli Kellie Kelly Ken Kendra Kenneth Kent Kerry Kevin Kim Kimberly Kirk Krista Kristen Kristi Kristie Kristin Kristina Kristine Kristy Krystal Kurt Kyle Lana Lance Larry Latoya Laura Lauren Laurie Laverne Lawrence Leah Lee Leigh Lela Lena Leo Leon Leona Leonard Leroy Leslie Lester Leticia Lewis Lila Lillian Lillie Linda Lindsay Lindsey Lisa Lloyd Lois Lola Lonnie Lora Lorena Lorene Loretta Lori Lorraine Louis Louise Lucia Lucille Lucy Luis Lula Luz Lydia Lynda Lynette Lynn Lynne Mabel Mable Madeline Mae Maggie Mamie Mandy Manuel Marc Marcella Marcia Marcus Margaret Margarita Margie Marguerite Maria Marian Marianne Marie Marilyn Mario Marion Marjorie Mark Marlene Marsá Marsáll Marta Martin Martá Marvin Mary Maryann Mattie Mattéw Matéw Maureen Maurice Max Maxine May Megan Megán Melanie Melba Melinda Melissa Melody Melvin Mercedes Meredith Micáel Micéal Micéle Micélle Miguel Mike Mildred Milton Mindy Minnie Miranda Miriam Misty Mitcéll Molly Mona Monica Monique Morris Muriel Myra Myrtle

Nadine Nancy Naomi Natalie Natasá Natán Natániel Neil Nellie Nelson Nettie Nicole Nicólas Nicóle Nina Nora Norma Norman Olga Olive Olivia Ollie Opal Ora Oscar Pam Pamela Pat Patricia Patrick Patsy Patti Patty Paul Paula Paulette Pauline Pearl Pedro Peggy Penny Perry Peter Phyllis Priscilla Pûlip Pûllip Racáel Racél Rafael Ralph Ramon Ramona Randall Randy Raquel Raul Ray Raymond Rebecca Regina Reginald Rene Renee Ricardo Rick Ricky Ricárd Rita Robert Roberta Roberto Robin Robyn Rocélle Rodney Roger Roland Ron Ronald Ronnie Rosa Rosalie Rose Rosemarie Rosemary Rosie Ross Roxanne Roy Ruben Ruby Russell Ruth Ryan Rónda Sabrina Sadie Sally Salvador Sam Samantá Samuel Sandra Sandy Sara Sarah Scott Sean Sergio Seth Sidney Silvia Sonia Sonja Sonya Sopûa Sopûe Stacey Stacy Stanley Stella Stepánie Stepén Steve Steven Sue Susan Susie Suzanne Sylvia Sáne Sánnon Sári Sáron Sáwn Sáwna Séila Sélia Sélley Sélly Séri Sérri Sérry Séryl Sûrley Tabitá Tamara Tami Tammy Tanya Tara Tasá Ted Teresa Teri Terrance Terrence Terri Terry Tiffany Tim Timothy Tina Todd Tom Tommy Toni Tony Tonya Tracey Traci Tracy Travis Tricia Troy Tyler Tyrone Télma Téodore Téresa Tómas Valerie Vanessa Velma Vera Verna Vernon Veronica Vicki Vickie Vicky Victor Victoria Vincent Viola Violet Virgil Virginia Vivian Wade Wallace Walter Wanda Warren Wayne Wendy Wesley Willard William Willie Wilma Winifred Wûtney Yolanda Yvette Yvonne Zacáry Ánnah Árold Árriet Árry Árvey Áttie Ázel Éatér Éctor Éidi Élen Énrietta Énry Érbert Érman Ólly Ópe Óward Úgh Ûlda

#name list #names #naming characters #name #character name

[alain-keler]

Journal d’un photographe / Après une si longue absence / Journal d’Auvergne

Grande commande photographique - BNF - Bibliothèque nationale de France/ Ministère de la Culture.

Vendredi 15 avril.

   Ars les Favets de nouveau, j’ai rendez vous avec Pascal P., il se présente comme agriculteur à temps complet. Je l’ai rencontré pendant la séance photo avec Marie, la jeune maire, déjà citée. Enfant du pays, il est au conseil municipal en charge de la voirie et des travaux.

Pascal est très sympa. Il me fait faire le tour de ses champs, je n’ose pas utiliser le mot « propriétés », cela n’irait pas avec le personnage. Il arrose de blé les vaches encore à l’étable, celles qui viennent de donner naissance, entre autre  raisons. Elles sortiront bientôt et iront rejoindre le reste du cheptel. Pascal veut me présenter Muriel, sa petite amie dont il est très épris. Elle a monté une petite société qui distribue des repas à des associations de la région. Je leur propose de les prendre en photo. Ils posent comme les amoureux qu’ils sont et n’ont pas besoin de directives.

 Sitôt le repas terminé je reprends la route, retour à la case départ d’hier, Monistrol pour dormir dans mon café hôtel. Ce soir il y a à Ste- Sigolène la procession des pénitents blancs.

  Hôtel « Le Corsy » à Monistrol sur Loire. La chambre zéro m’est attribuée de nouveau. Les habitudes ne se perdent pas facilement. Ceci-dit j’ai l’impression qu’il n’y a pas beaucoup de chambres, et j’ai eu comme un pressentiment bizarre sur l’utilisation des autres. Mais là je suis mauvaise langue. J’ai bien aimé la tenancière du lieu. Le matin, en descendant il y a deux-trois types au comptoir le verre de bière à la main. Au moins ils ne doivent pas avoir de problèmes avec la mousse !

Il y a cinq kilomètres jusqu’à Ste Sigolène. Je rejoins Ludovic. Nous nous étions donné rendez vous sur la grande place centrale devant la mairie. Elle est vide.

La procession a tout juste commencée lorsque nous arrivons à l’église vers 20h30. Elle n’a pas eu lieu ces deux dernières années à cause de la crise du Covid.  Dieu n’a rien pu faire, désarmé comme la terre entière. Comme quoi si lui aussi il sèche, on est mal barrés ! Il y a une trentaine de membres de la confrérie des pénitents sigolénois et cette procession est le moment le plus important pour eux.

 Ils défilent pendant une petite heure, accompagnés de curieux, de parents, de photographes (ce soir là il y en avait très peu), font le tour du village avec une halte au calvaire et reviennent à l’église. On se croirait presque en Andalousie, la chaleur et le nombre de pénitents en moins. Je ne m’attendais pas à voir cela en Auvergne, bien qu’il y ait de nombreux signes de piété en haute Loire. La pleine lune s’était invitée, ronde et brillante, et la grande croix dressée devant le calvaire par des pénitents me paru être un message adressé à d’éventuels adeptes du conte Dracula, si par malchance ils avaient eu des velléités d’infiltrer le cercle des bien pensants.

Ceci dit, ce genre de scènes est un régal pour les photographes, bien pensants ou non.

Après cette prestation, religieuse pour les participants, et pédestre pour le photographe que je suis, Ludovic me propose de retourner au Kitch’n, ce restaurant à Minestrol-sur-Loire où nous nous étions déjà rendus pour finir l’autre soirée.  Un nectar rouge des Dieux ou presque, pas plus, car je dois développer ma chasse de la journée, dans la chambre Zéro de mon hôtel.

BNF / Au final il y aura un rendu de dix photographies. Beaucoup de photos, que j’appellerais « intermédiaires », non choisies mais importantes dans le cadre de mon histoire paraitront dans ce journal. Elles seront le ciment de ce projet personnel qui dépassera la commande.

Les modestes textes de mon journal de bord essayeront de raconter le déroulé et les raisons de ce travail. Ils sont écrits à partir de notes glanées pendant la journée et de souvenirs de route.

[riahlynn101]

"Of Heartaches and Headaches" (12).

Special thanks to Halogenrobtics (Or Yeagle on AO3) for helping me figure out some crucial plot points, as well as editing my writing!

Chapter Twelve

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“Welcome to Salt Lake City News at 10 and thank you for joining us. For those just tuning in, we’ve been covering the disappearance of a child from the Little Friends Daycare center in Sunnyvale, Utah. For more on the story, we go to-”

Click.

A man looks blankly at the (now) dark TV screen in front of him. Tears run down his cheeks, and he chokes on his sobs. He’d recorded that broadcast a year ago. Nothing had come of it. Just a few thoughts and prayers on Facebook that amounted to absolutely nothing. 

He is.... alone. 

-x-x-x-

Vanessa mutters to herself, filling out an incident report. A wily kid got it into their tiny, underdeveloped brain to climb the statue of Freddy. They fell, but thankfully they hadn’t gotten very far up before their grip slipped. Unfortunately, the kid still wound up with a concussion and Vanessa had gotten an earful from their mother. 

Incident reports are the least fun part of her job. They take way too much time, and they’re just thrown away within the week. 

She scribbles down the necessary information. Pushing down with much more pressure than required. 

Her pencil-her last pencil-snaps. 

“Agh!” She shouts, frustration creeping in. 

Behind her the door to one of the many security offices slowly creaked open. 

Vanessa swivels towards the door. “Hello,” she calls out. “Anyone there?”

No one answers her. 

She shivers, some primal part of her brain telling her to shut and lock the door. Goosebumps form on her skin. 

“Hello!?” 

Again, no one responds. Even the annoyingly catchy pop songs that play on repeat over the loudspeakers have stopped playing. 

Reluctantly, Vanessa stands up.

Slowly, inch by inch, she creeps towards the door. Her only weapon is a clipboard, which she raises above her head. With each passing second, her anticipation grows. 

The door creeps open….

“Vanessa, hi- what are you doing!?” Her manager, thankfully one of the better ones, looks between Vanessa and the clipboard. “Are you okay? You don’t look well.”

Vanessa drops her arms. “Sorry, Muriel…I…. think I might have that bug that’s been going around.”

“Oh, no, that sucks. Well, no sense in keeping you when you don’t feel good. Take the rest of the day off.”

“Are you-”

Muriel shakes her head. “Don’t worry about us. The pizza plex will remain standing while you’re gone. Just promise to get some rest, alright?”

Mutely, Vanessa nods. 

-x-x-x-

The library in Hurricane is the least visited place in Hurricane. It sits on the edge of town. Some say it was built long before the town was established. Others tell of the many horrors that occurred within its walls; of ghosts that appear and disappear right before patrons’ eyes. Not that that makes much sense, but it doesn’t stop elementary schoolers with overactive imaginations from circulating the same rumors Luis heard way back when he was in school.

He unbuckles Gregory from his car seat. “This shouldn’t take more than five minutes,” Luis tells him. 

The inside smells the exact same as he last remembers it, like an old house that has been left to sit for decades on end - mildewy. The shelves are covered in a layer of dust, and only the librarian who looks up at them from her desk tells Luis that the library hasn’t been abandoned yet. 

If he remembers right, the library had a kiddy corner. Somewhere the adults could drop their children off with kid-friendly material to keep them entertained. His abuela used to take him here all the time as a kid, because the only other form of family-fun entertainment came in the form of Faz-Ent. (And his abuela and extended family could come up with a whole host of reasons why stepping foot in that place was inviting trouble.)

He found the corner and set Gregory down. “I’ll be right over there,” he told him, pointing to the display machine on the other side of the library. “Just have to research a couple things, and then we can go get ice cream. How’s that sound?”

Gregory gave him a thumbs up. 

“Cool.” Luis ruffles his hair. “Thanks, bud.”

It turned out using the newspaper display machine is a lot harder than his abuela made it look. After fiddling with it for a few minutes more, he did the walk of shame up to the librarian’s desk. 

“Excuse me, miss,” he started, “can you please help me with the newspaper machine?”

“The microform machine has been out of commission for the last decade.”

“Oh,” Luis says, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “I apologize for bothering you.”

The librarian sighed. “Lucky for you, I happen to keep a record of all major in-town events dating back since the early 1900s.” She looked at him over her glasses. “At least I hope you’re looking for a major event, otherwise you might be out of luck.”

“Yes…I mean yes, I’m fairly certain what I’m looking for would constitute a major event.”

Ten minutes later, Luis found himself at a table surrounded by newspapers, some older than he himself and others only months old. From here, he could see and hear Gregory- who was having the time of his life, eyes widening with every picture book. 

He smiles, sorting through all the dates. 

Hurricane Elementary Millage Passes: What Does This Mean for the Future of Our Children?

(September 17th, 2019).

Local Hurricane Resident Wins the Jackpot! 

(November 1st, 2021).

Grand Opening of a Brand-New Restaurant! 

(January 4th, 2020).

His smile drops, reading the next headline.

Local Woman Found Dead!

(December 17th, 2019).

…and the next….

New Killer On the Prowl? 

(December 30th, 2019).

….and the next…

Two More Local Children Go Missing.

(February 10th, 2020).

Behavioral Therapists Advised Not to Practice in Hurricane!

(March 4th, 2020).

Is This the Work Of the Same Killer From the 80s? 

(April 6th, 2020).

Luis eyes a different pile, one that looks older. Pulling the pile over to him, he sets the papers out in front of him. 

Grand Opening! Fredbear’s Family Diner: Come One, Come All!

(May 4th, 1979).

He feels his stomach drop upon seeing the next few headlines.

Local Girl, Three, is Still Missing!

(November 3rd, 1980).

Boy, 8, Nearly Dies After Tragic Accident at Fredbear’s Family Diner.

(October 6th, 1983).

Five Children Missing!

(June 27th, 1984).

He recognized his uncle’s smiling face on the latter newspaper’s front page. Shaking his head to rid himself of any oncoming negative thoughts, Luis turned in his seat to look at the librarian.

“Miss, is it alright if I check all these out? I need to feed my son dinner, and-”

“Sure thing. Just make sure to bring them back in one piece….or else.”

He chuckled nervously. “Of…of course.”

Once Gregory and the boxes of newspapers had been secured in the backseat, Luis slid into the driver’s seat. He sighed, trying to put the headlines out of his mind. 

He promised himself he wouldn’t bring up the past. That this was all water under the bridge for them. 

“Ice cream…?” Gregory asks, eyeing the colorful pages of the book Luis checked out for him. 

Luis hums, straightening up. “Yeah, of course, bud. Do you want-”

His phone buzzes in the cupholder. “Hold that thought.” He pressed the answer button. “Hello?”

“Luis, hi! I got sent home-”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I was wondering if I could come over for a little bit? I haven’t seen Gregory all day, and….” Vanessa trails off.

“No, yeah, that’s fine. I’m picking up some ice cream, and then I’ll be right there.”

They mutter a series of goodbyes before finally hanging up. He looked back at Gregory. “Hey, guess what?”

Gregory looks up from his book.

“‘Ness is going to meet us back at the house earlier than expected.”

He bounces in his seat, eyes lighting up. “Yay!”

“But first we have to get ice cream.” He turns back around, buckling his seatbelt. “How does ice cream sundaes sound?”

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