Wind,Gone from the grasps of reality,
Feel the grace of finality,
Never look back, only ahead,
Free, body and soul, ascend,
The flying force, maintaining your hair,
Dart to the sky, over the clouds is where,
Keep running, you will not fall,
The heart, the power within, is all,
Set beyond, run free,
White thunder, follow what you can't see,
I have no name, I have no face,
Matter it not, aim above my pace
No need to look, no need for sound,
Just feel, your destiny, found. <i>
Advent Calendar - 5Advent Calendar - 52 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Geoffroy avait toujours nourri un grand mépris à l'égard de la chair, considérant la passion comme un terme creux dénué de fond, et excuse à la luxure, qu'il méprisait plus encore par ailleurs. Son corps était l'instrument garant de sa force et de sa lucidité, l'abandonner aux facilités du plaisir ne s'accordait pas avec son caractère. Il n'avait jamais eu grand mal à contrôler ses élans, et passé ses émois de jeune adulte, se contentait de liaisons brèves et notoirement très irrégulières. Il savait que son père, avant de se marier, s'était plu pour sa part à accueillir dans son lit toute femme qui lui plaisait. Il suffisait qu'elle disposa d'assez de charmes et d'admiration à son encontre pour satisfaire son orgueil de roi. Son frère, lui, cherchait la compagnie des femmes pour tenter de combler sa solitude et son besoin d'amour, abreuvé constamment par un profond sentiment d'abandon. Geoffroy se moquait de ces considérations. Sa seule présence lui suffisait, il peinait à supporter le
The Story of KarinaThe Story of Karina3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Magalí Mac Intyre
Write a story of free theme and styles. Minimum extension: 60 lines.
It was two and thirty four of the early morning of a Tuesday when Karina woke up from a sudden noise. Confused by the loud sounds, she went out of her room and went through the hall that led to the stairs that went down to the living room and peeked through them to see the cause of such disturbance. Sitting in the dark on a couch, lightened only by the television in front of him, was her dad; what had woken her up had been an explosion followed by several shootings that came from a movie he was watching. It was the same story all over again, going down to ask him to turn the volume down and finding him asleep next to a bottle of wine, or maybe awake, but impossible to talk to since she couldn't understand what he was saying and he didn't get anything of what she was trying to tell him. But for some reason, this time was different, because next to her request of turning down the volume s
Words cannot describe......how amazing these two past weeks have been. This whole year has been about getting ready for this moment that took place just days ago, the moment that I would marry the love of my life EmilianoHC in the eyes of the big old man up thereWords cannot describe...1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Maybe I should start this by explaining that where I come from, the marriage is done both civil and religious separately, you can either do both or just the first one. Traditionally, the civil marriage is done first in a small gathering with the closest ones, followed shortly another day with the religious one, where the big party takes place right afterwards, with the wedding gown, suits and all of that :icon0u0plz:
At the beginning of the year, before coming to Barcelona, we did the civil marriage with the promise of going back to Argentina at the end of the year, to do the religious marriage and celebrate with our family and friends. Getting everything ready for this was both joyful as painful; as fun as it was to plan a we
Fear and Smiles We lay togetherFear and Smiles1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In our pond of imagination
Fantasies afloat, lilly pads
The shaped shadows glistening your face,
Your skin reflecting a spectral gleam
A shining moon to my eyes
A mask of cheer, deprived of color once
With scars, emotional hexes
But a hope, outlined in the form of serene lips
Oh, how fruitful
One kiss, another kiss
Such realities should have remained in bliss
How I long for your touch
Soft, like a silk of dreams
Always in dreams…
I don’t want to wake up
My mask of straw, an instrument of dread
Crooked jaw, losses, discomfort
Demon, hag, butcher
How I long for
your skin for my holes
Your cheek against my façade
Assuring we can be
We can be
We can be
A brush of tears, a brush of masks
Stepped on these tragic heights,
We are monuments to our own failures
Choices we make for wolves,
Food out of our blood
We can leave
We can’t leave
Goat CoatsI bought my goats some coats. It's cold here! Burr!Goat Coats1 year ago in Personal More Like This
The mother, the one I milk at home, wears the purple and her kid wears the blue. He's the same size as her and he STILL drinks her milk when they're together! Bah HUMBUG! x( Her milk is MINE! Stop that! *air slap-slaps him*
It snowed today and my brothers new house has terrible insulation! I type now wearing my outside-wear; Mittens and everything. Very hard to type sometimes...
Couldn't go to work today either because of the snow...
Anyway, just thought I'd share the silly pictures I took of the goats. They made me laugh so much when I first tried putting them on them. They were scared as heck of the coats and ran away from me... They love them now. Very much so.
They look like they're wearing little capes. hehe
Reunion english translationReunion english translation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Total sleep in the last 3 months:
- 5 hours!
Once again, a well done job!
A little word from the author:
So, it has been almost 3 months since I have given in to one of my favorite hobbies: role playing on messenger. I became enamored of role playing several years ago and developed two of the characters you see here, Faust and Cendre.
During an innocent discussion with Amaltheren, a friend of mine, we started playing a couple of scenarios involving Cendre and Morquendi, her character. Role playing is like smoking. Even if you stop, you always go back to it.
I enjoy role playing a lot because it gives me a little escape from the grayish taste of daily life.
It also enables me to keep a permanent link with my characters, to create new ones and to give them a 'real' life without having to draw a comic.
I like the interactions created when role playing, and when the characters interact well that is all the inspiration I need to take a pen and start drawing non-stop.