Had A quick session here when there were only 3 passenger in our coach for around 20-30 mins until some people boarded from some station. Had a Quick session with Pranya in running train. Couldn’t Get a chance to make a video but I have taken pictures after session.
Aries: A little seaside town on the coast of California. Its small and touristy. The road is blanketed in an odd fog. It doesn’t show up on the map. The GPS says you’re not on the road.
Taurus: An extremely nice mall at near midnight. I think its closed. The store lights are turning off one by one. The loudspeaker music stopped a couple minutes ago. Your footsteps echo on the tiles.
Gemini: Your room when you aren’t home. Thin images of you move about performing all the tasks you might have done that day.
Cancer: A bustling train station. Thousands of people come and go. Nobody notices the half dozen figures cloaked in rags and leading people by the hand.
Leo: The pub reflected in the rainy glass. A shimmering image of you and the various bargoers. Two are missing.
Virgo: The woods outside your childhood home. The snow falls soundlessly on the statues you could have found. Friends you could have met.
Libra: Old town. Cobbled streets and restored antique lighting. Modern infrastructure attempting to masquerade as old iron. The stone well in the town center. The soft voice coming from it.
Scorpio: The basement reading room of your local library. Not many people around this time of day. The door you don’t remember being there. The odd dusty fluid covering the handle.
Ophiuchus: A vast vast desert. The volcanic vents deep below painting the landscape white and black. The dust devil in the distance.
Sagittarius: A gangplank under the pier. You come here to think.
Capricorn: A church in old town that used to be an independent theater. This place would be perfect if you could catch a film. The doors are unlocked. A friend said the projecting equipment was still inside.
Aquarius: A road through flat dusty prairie. A sandwich shop literally hundreds of miles from any conceivable place to live. A fantastic hoagie.
Pisces: The nicest house in the nicest neighborhood. The spiral staircase up to the observatory. Who even lives there now?
A white van plowed into a packed summer crowd Thursday in Barcelona’s historic Las Ramblas district, killing some people and sending dozens fleeing. Barcelona police called it a terror attack and local media reported up to 13 dead.
Catalan police tweeted “there are mortal victims and injured from the crash” without specifying any numbers. Spanish media, including Cadena SER radio station and TV3, reported up to 13 dead, while other media had varying death tolls.
Police cordoned off the broad street that is so popular with tourists, ordering stores and nearby Metro and train stations to close. They asked people to stay away from the area so as not to get in the way of emergency services. A helicopter hovered over the scene.
Quoting unnamed police sources, the El Pais newspapers said the two perpetrators of the crash were holed up in a bar in Tallers Street. Armed police ran down the streets and through a market, checking in stores and cafes, presumably in search of them.
In photographs and videos, at least five people could be seen lying on the ground in the streets of the northern Spanish city Thursday afternoon, being helped by police and others. Other video recorded people screaming as they fled the van.
Las Ramblas, a street of stalls and shops that cuts through the center of Barcelona, is one of the city’s top tourist destinations. People walk down a wide, pedestrian path in the center of the street but cars can travel on either side.
Keith Fleming, an American who lives in Barcelona, was watching TV in his building just off Las Ramblas when he heard a noise and went out to his balcony.
“I saw women and children just running and they looked terrified,” he said.
He said there was a bang — possibly from someone rolling down a store shutter — and more people ran by. Then police arrived and pushed everyone a full block away. Even people leaning out of doors were being told to go back inside, he said.
Fleming said regular police had their guns drawn and riot police were at the end of his block, which was now deserted.
“It’s just kind of a tense situation,” Fleming said. “Clearly people were scared.”
Carol Augustin, a manager at La Palau Moja, an 18th-century place on Las Ramblas that houses government offices and a tourism information center, said the van passed right in front of the building.
“We saw everything. People started screaming and running into the office. It was such a chaotic situation. There were families with children. The police made us close the doors and wait inside,” she said.
Cars, trucks and vans have been the weapon of choice in multiple extremist attacks in Europe in the last year.
The most deadly was the driver of a tractor-trailer who targeted Bastille Day revelers in the southern French city of Nice in July 2016, killing 86 people. In December 2016, 12 people died after a driver used a hijacked trick to drive into a Christmas market in Berlin.
There have been multiple attacks this year in London, where a man in a rented SUV plowed into pedestrians on Westminster Bridge, killing four people before he ran onto the grounds of Parliament and stabbed an unarmed police officer to death in March.
Four other men drove onto the sidewalk of London Bridge, unleashing a rampage with knives that killed eight people in June. Another man also drove into pedestrians leaving a London mosque later in June. (AP)
A Surprise Three Years In The Making (Bill Skarsgård)
Based Upon:Living in America with your husband, Bill, in 1917. He goes off to war and when he’s gone, you discover that you’re pregnant. When he comes home, three years later, you bring your daughter to the train station to meet him for the first time. He has no idea that she exists since you did not tell him in your letters, wanting the first he knew of her to be when he saw her. He gets off the train and spots you, eyes travelling downwards until he sees the little girl by your side. His eyes widen and he kneels down in front of her, in complete awe that he has a beautiful daughter.
The cobblestone platform was crowded with people, all of who were waiting for the train to roll into the station and return their loved ones to them. You could barely move through the platform with the number of people that had showed up, so she gripped her daughter’s hand tightly and stayed near the back of the pack, figuring that people would immediately wish to leave the station once their friends and family had shown.
Her daughter had turned two only a week ago, yet she already mirrored her father; pale eyes, slim and brunette. Having a piece of him at home with her while he was in Europe fighting was comforting, but the fact that she looked every bit like him, made it easy and painful at the same time.
“Mommy?” the little girl asked, craning her head up to look at her mother.
She gave her daughter a tense smile, but a smile nonetheless, and the girl was far too young to tell the difference anyways, “Yes?”
The child’s grip tightened on her mother’s hand. “What does Daddy look like?” she wondered, causing her mother to smile for real this time.
She bent down and took her daughter’s cheeks into her hands before pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. “Daddy looks exactly like you,” she replied, looking into those pale eyes.
Her daughter’s brows creased. “But… he’s a boy,” she noted, confusion written all over her delicate face.
Her mother laughed lightly, squeezing her hand softly. “No, no. What I meant was, you both have the same features. He has pale eyes and brown hair, just like you do,” she explained, “Daddy is also one of the tallest people you will ever meet. I wouldn’t be surprised if you take after him in that way as well.”
Her daughter simply nodded, absorbing the new information. “Is he nice?” she asked quietly.
The woman lifted her child’s head so she could meet her gentle gaze and nodded. “Daddy is the kindest person alive. He’s caring, funny and smart. I promise that you’ll like him, and I know that he will love you more than anything in the whole world, okay?” she urged her daughter, running her fingers through the small girl’s brown locks.
“Okay,” she responded, already sounding more sure of herself.
Her mother pressed another soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead then stood back up.
A whistle blew in the near distance.
She laid with her head in the crook of his neck, bare chest pressed to his, legs intertwined with his long ones, in their bed.
It was incredibly late. Soon, the absolute darkness would break, sending streaks of warm hues down on the American city. She did not want to see colour, only wanted to bask in the darkness for as long as possible, knowing that light would only mean that the time was upon them; Bill would be leaving to war.
His long fingers stroked her hair softly and his other arm held her closer to his naked body, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. He did not want to leave her in the next couple of hours.
At the age of twenty-seven and in perfect health, Bill was the ideal candidate for an American soldier. He was old enough to have gained some wisdom, yet not too old to be of little use in combat. He was conscripted right away when volunteers were no longer abundant, along with thousands of other men in and near his age pool. Sometimes, he wished he had stayed in Sweden, away from the future he now faced, but he never felt that wholeheartedly, as she was the greatest thing to have ever happened to him.
She was kind enough to show him around town when he first arrived from Sweden. He used to sit in the café she worked at almost everyday for lunch, it was there that she would serve him and ask why he always came to the same restaurant. He told her that he was new to town and enjoyed routines. Eventually, he gained enough courage to ask her out on a date, everything took off from there.
He pressed his lips against hers for what seemed like the millionth time that night; they made love for hours until she was sore and shaking from all of the orgasms he had given her. They had gone at it for hours, her on her back, straddling his lap and riding him until she was so overstimulated that tiredness seeped through her body, making her feel heavy and drained. From the second he came home from his last day of work in the factory, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Neither could even begin to imagine what it would truly be like when the other was not by their side.
He couldn’t care about reaching his own high, instead, wanted her to be so overwhelmed with pleasure. He made slow, passionate love to her before quickening his pace, thrusting in and out of her so fast that she could not keep her eyes open. He listened to her breathless moans and cries of his name from her perfect lips and knew then that there was nothing more satisfying. After many rounds, she became so exhausted that she fought to keep her eyes open, never wanting the night to end; sleep was the enemy.
She kissed him back softly, her arm stretching across his chest until she reached his hair and combed her fingers through the smooth locks.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” she whispered sadly, tears rolling down her cheeks and wetting his warm skin when she placed her head back into the crook of his neck.
He tightened his grip on her body, pulling her even closer to him, before kissing her forehead.
Her breathing quickened as another wave of tears washed over her, making her body shake in his grasp.
He stroked her hair repeatedly, attempting to soothe her, but his own breath caught as well. “I love you so much, Darling. So much,” he promised her, voice cracking with deep emotion as he held her trembling body.
She sniffled and he wiped her tears. “I love you too,” she echoed.
He stopped smoothing her hair as he flipped them over, her on her back and him on top of her, before beginning to kiss her lips fervently.
Her cries became muffled by his lips, warm and soft on hers.
“Please don’t cry, Darling. It hurts me to see you cry,” he confessed in between kisses.
Eventually, her tears ceased as she focused on her husband who slipped his tongue into her mouth and moved one of his hands down her body until he reached her breasts. He squeezed one of her nipples until he felt it become firm under his touch, then detached his lips from hers and shifted down her body. His soft lips wrapped around her hardened nipple, sucking on her whilst she writhed under him and moaned as he pulled.
“Bill,” she breathed heavily, shutting her eyes in ecstasy.
He did the same to her other breast, eliciting another moan from his lover, then slid back up her body and pressed his lips to hers hungrily.
She was so focussed on his lips, giving his hair a small yank from pleasure every now and then, that she didn’t notice his fingers slipping down her body. It was only when he shifted a finger inside of her that she clutched onto him, wide eyes looking up at his. He kissed her once again as he moved his finger in and out of her, adding another which caused her to squeak against his lips.
She broke the kiss and held his shoulders as he continued his work on her. “Please,” she begged, eyes wide and needy, “I want to come with you inside of me.”
Instantly, he pulled his long fingers out of her and licked them clean. She nearly moaned at the sight of him, sucking her off him like she was the most delicious dessert he had ever tasted.
“B-Bill,” she stuttered, so breathless and high off bliss, “I need you now.”
“Say it louder.”
Tears made her eyes go glassy as she pleaded with him. “Please, Bill!” she cried.
“Bill Skarsgård, I need you now! Please,” she whimpered.
With his lips fit back to hers, he entered her in one fluid motion, causing both of them to gasp at the sensation. He took her hands in his and pushed them up the bed as he thrusted into her. She squeezed his hands as if her life depended on it.
It was the last time they would be together for an unaccountable number of months or years; neither of them could get enough of the other.
“Bill,” she breathed, “I’m gonna come.”
He pushed himself even deeper inside of her and faster, wanting her climax to be intense.
“Open your eyes. I want to see you,” he begged.
Her eyes lazily opened and met his, which were filled with desire.
“Come for me,” he told her.
His words sent her over the edge and she cried out, feeling an earth-shattering orgasm tear through her body. Her gasps and moans only turned him on more as he continued to sink into her, bringing himself to his own climax.
His seed seeped inside of her, filling her before he pulled out.
He pulled her into her arms, knowing she was so utterly exhausted, and whispered a few sweet praises in her ear as she finally drifted off into a sound sleep.
They would savour this night for years to come.
The large, brown train containing many carriages pulled to a halt when it reached the platform. Men still dressed in uniforms were hanging out of the windows, waving at the people that came to welcome them back home. She started to scan the faces in search of her husband’s but knew it was a tedious and most likely unsuccessful task.
“Is he in that?” she heard her daughter say.
Casting a look down at the small girl beside her, she nodded happily, tears welling in her eyes. “Yes. Daddy’s in that,” she confirmed, her voice full of emotion.
She tore her eyes away from her daughter when she heard the doors open.
Men of all ages came out of the cars, desperately searching for their family and friends. There were only cries of pure joy and happiness as people hurriedly yanked their brother, husband, son or friend into an embrace.
She held her breath as she patiently waited for her husband to step out of the train.
More cheers, more cries of delight. More men stepped off of the metal stairs of the train car. A few people were beginning to leave, holding hands and wearing smiles as they headed into the wooden station.
“How much longer?” the girl wondered, incredibly keen to see her father for the first time.
“Not much, Sweetie,” her mother promised, giving her a small smile.
When she looked back up, her breath caught.
There he was, tall and handsome as ever as he stepped onto the platform, pale eyes searching the crowd for her. She raised her hand and waved in an attempt to catch his attention, though it did not do much as everyone else seemed to have the same idea. So, she merely waited until his green eyes caught onto her.
His full lips parted and he stood still for a second, still in shock that after just under three years ago had been the last time he had seen her in person. The letters, although extremely comforting, did not have the same effect of seeing her beautiful face.
He hoisted his bag up his shoulder and strode into the crowd, heading towards his wife.
She took a deep breath, then exhaled. He had no idea that his daughter even existed and she hoped he wouldn’t be mad that she kept such an important piece of news from him.
The crowd begin to separate, leaving Bill a clear path to his lover.
His eyes widened when he saw a small girl clutching his wife’s hand.
She had just gotten home from the doctor’s after learning of her pregnancy. She had expected that result, knowing that constant vomiting and general dizziness were the typical signs of child bearing, but after going to the doctor with her mother, it all became real.
She rushed over to her desk and pulled a piece of parchment from the second drawer before sitting in the wooden chair. Picking up the ballpoint pen that she had recently filled with ink, she thought about what to write.
A ‘Hello, Bill. It hasn’t been long since I’ve written you last but… I’m pregnant,’ did not seem right.
Would it make him sad to hear of such grand news whilst he was a continent away and had no means to return for a long time? Would it take his mind off the task at hand and only make him worry? Maybe it would be good to hear such joyous news in a hard time? These were the questions she asked herself as she debated telling him of her pregnancy.
Either way, she was still writing him a letter, so she got to work on asking how he was and telling him what things were happening back home. She told him that she loved him with all her heart, but did not mention the baby.
He stopped in front of his wife and looked at her with eyes so wide she thought he would pass out. In response, she only gave him a small nod and let go of her child’s hand.
Looking to his daughter, back to his wife and then to his daughter, he slowly lowered himself to the cobblestone ground, right in front of the smiling girl. He was still in disbelief, taking another look back up at his wife for a moment, utter shock written over his face.
“Her name is Isabelle,” she began, voice quavering as she peered down at Bill, “Isabelle Gudrun Skarsgård.”
His heart warmed at the sound of his grandmother’s name.
“But I like to be called Bella!” she interjected happily, causing her father to look back at her, startled, after hearing her speak for the first time.
Her voice was sweet as honey; a beautiful, childish joy. It was so untouched and innocent that it had him shaken. His own daughter…
“Hi, Bella,” he said softly, voice shaking as he looked into her eyes, thinking that he was looking into his very own, “I’m Bill. I’m your-”
“You’re my Daddy!” she exclaimed, throwing her skinny arms around his neck and pulling herself flush against his body.
He held onto the back of her head, eyes still so wide with awe as he held his own daughter in his arms.
“I love you,” he whispered, tears forming in his eyes.
“I love you too, Daddy!” his daughter cheered, utterly oblivious to how impactful the who situation was on him.
He continued to hold his daughter, noticing how small and fragile she seemed, how beautiful she was. She was his.
“Are you going to live with Mommy and me?” she asked, pulling away and looking him with a smile.
“If that’s okay with you,” he replied, still frozen in his kneeling position as he still tried to convince himself that this was reality.
His daughter nodded happily, her cheeks becoming even chubbier as she smiled wider.
He gave her a smile before standing to properly greet his wife. She immediately opened her mouth to explain, but he took her into a bone-crushing hug. Her words stopped in her mouth as she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him back just as tightly.
“I… I hope you’re not mad,” she breathlessly whispered into his ear, “I just wanted the first you knew about her to be when you saw her.”
He kissed her lips fervently, shutting out her worries. “I love you,” he kissed her lips. “I love our beautiful daughter,” he promised, kissing her forehead.
Her eyes shut and her body instantly relaxed.
“She looks just like you, Bill. Seeing her everyday was just like seeing you,” she confessed, tears wetting her eyes.
He wiped a stray tear the ran down her cheek and smiled, “Our baby.”
She laughed. “Our very own baby,” she agreed.
They looked to each other’s eyes and grinned, so excited to be a mother and father. She had already mothered their baby for two years, but she was only one half to the whole.
“Mommy?” they were interrupted by their daughter.
“Yes?” she wondered, looking down at Isabelle.
The young girl took a hold of her father’s hand. “Can we go home now? I want to show Daddy my drawings,” she said excitedly.
Bill folded his large hand around her tiny one and laughed lightly. He was feeling so peaceful that he wasn’t even sure it was real. But it was, and the small brunette beside him proved that fact; he was a father.
“Of course, Sweetie,” her mother replied, “I’m sure Daddy can’t wait to see your pictures.”
Bill nodded, “You bet.”
They left the train station together with Isabelle, not only as husband and wife, but parents to a beautiful child.