Dross va a NarniaEn una fría mañana de invierno un pequeño Dross se prepara para su día, pero un Dross no puede ser un Dross si no tiene su sombrero y lentes, así que abre el ropero para buscarlos, pero pronto se da cuenta que estos están muy profundos, así que entra a buscarlos, muy adentro encuentra lo que buscaba, pero pronto se da cuenta que entra a un lugar horriblemente mágico y copia de la tierra media del Señor de los Anillos, llegó a Narnia.Dross va a Narnia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-¿Pero qué carajo?- se preguntó Dross.
-Hola Dross- le hablo un elfo mientras Dross se colocaba su sombrero y lentes, -Bienvenido al mágico mundo de Narnia, tan especial, increíble y hermoso, pero la bruja blanca nos controla, tu Dross, eres la persona de la leyenda por favor, sálvanos.
-Claro que los voy a ayudar- dijo Dross, saco un lanzallamas de su ropa y se dispuso a incendiar todo destruyendo a toda Narnia, en eso un gran león apareció.
-Ho Dross, fuiste un idio
La Gran MascaradaÉrase una vez un reino en el que cada día, de la mañana a la noche, se celebraba un continuo baile de máscaras. Cada habitante de este reino tenía su colección, con una o más máscaras dispuestas para bailar día y noche, y cada uno se tomaba este continuo baile a su manera.La Gran Mascarada2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Había algunos que elegían una máscara que los cubriera completamente, para que fuera impensable que alguien pueda tener un pequeño atisbo de lo que se escondía detrás y otros que preferían apenas un antifaz para que sus ojos, espejo de los más profundo de su alma, estuvieran a salvo. Había quien gustaba exhibir máscaras de colores vivos y llamativos para que todos se fijaran en ellas y también algunos que la decoraban de manera muy parecida a otros para pasar desapercibidos. Por último había quien, a falta de una sola máscara, prefería tener una para cada ocasión.
También existían dif
AsleepI ran,from the yelling, the abuse from them i could hear them arguing i could feel there presence on the other side of the wall. I walked in and dropped my cell phone on the bed. I felt their gazes on me. I ran out the room and out the front door.I could hear there calls for me but I kept running ,earning stares from neighbors I could feel the burning in my chest. I finally stopped when my name was called.Not by my parents. I turned around to see my elder brother running towards me . I stared as he slowed to a jog and then stopped completely in front of me. His words were gentle and soft. "Come here" I stepped closer to him as he wrapped his arms around my small panting frame. "You can't always be strong.But you cant always be fragile". I felt a sob escape my lips as he held me securely to his chest... "I don't want to go back." my words were small and shy almost a whisper. He sighed and picked me up and huddled me to his chest. I didn't realize how exhausted i was until i fAsleep2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Elyon Elmenn OCFull Name: Elyon EllemennElyon Elmenn OC2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nick name: Eli
Age: 225'000 earth years
Birth Date: June 19
Occupation: Engineer/ mechanic
Powers: telepath and a shadow reaper
Height/Weight: 5'6/ 135 lbs
Hair style: wave (Shadow reaper mode: straight)
Hair colour: blonde (Shadow reaper mode: black)
Eyes: green (shadow reaoer mode: ruby red)
General Build: slender
Parents: Samantha and Edward (closest name in English) Ellemenn
StressAll the frustrations and stress build up,Stress2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Till you can't see straight,
And one little thing can push you over the edge,
You will lash out at anyone in your path,
Cause you are feeling overwhelmed,
With things you'll never tell,
And secrets you plan to keep,
All the praise you get for succeeding,
To have it all slip away,
Angry tears blur your vision,
And you don't know what to do,
You result in violence -
Hitting something next to you,
You tell yourself it will all be better tomorrow,
That you'll be okay,
But the feeling is still gnawing at you -
Reminding you it will come another day,
Breathing seems hard now and you just want to drop everything and give up,
Something inside you however reminds you that you can't give in,
Screams at you to not throw in the white flag,
You fight the pain and fall head-first into regret,
It's painful but you won't hurt others,
And you feel somewhat relieved at the idea,
You hope the pain will subside,
And leaving you feeling fresh and anew,
And I tell y
I'm Not Coming Home NowI won't be making it home tonightI'm Not Coming Home Now2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a drunk man - driving down by the lake,
He hit me, Momma -
He didn't even try to brake,
I was heading over to the lake cabin to spend time with Bryce and Jake,
He left me there -
No care for his mistake,
I don't know how to say this now,
But I'm sorry but I don't think I'm going to live long now,
So I guess I won't be making it home tonight,
Tell my Momma I'll have to cancel our trip to St. Paul,
Tell my daddy I guess I won't be following in his footsteps at all,
Tell my older brother Tom, I wont be visiting him in the fall,
Tell my baby sister Ellie, I can't drive her to the mall,
And my little brother Joey, I can't teach him how to throw a fastball,
Didn't know everything could be taken away so fast,
Tell my ex-girlfriend Angie,
I wish we'd have last,
And tell my best friend Nate I'm sorry I didn't return his call,
So many things I wish I'd have said,
It is too late to change them now -
When you're lying on the road,
My eye sight is f
LowestGrey, lonleyLowest2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
like I am
left to watch the colors collide
spread happy thoughts
I was one of them
and still am in the same rank
as the lowest
Were I always go
Between the bright blue sky at day
to the cold black night
I always be the lowest
always at the step of the bottom
forever on and forever so.
Mi vacio interiorMi vacio interior3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"Mi vacío interior"
Desperté de nuevo hoy
sintiendo ese vacío
Un vacío inexplicable
más profundo que el abismo
más helado que el invierno.
Un vacío en mi interior
que va agrandando con el tiempo.
Un vacío en mi corazón
que lentamente lo va partiendo.
Caminé de nuevo hoy
entre llantos y agonías
en un oscuro camino
lleno de soledad.
caminos de sangre
y oscuras agonías.
Ríos de sangre
que perdieron mis venas.
en mi vacío interior.
Dormí de nuevo hoy
en ese ataúd de madera
al que he llamado cama
y me ayuda a descansar.
A descansar esas penas
mis dolores, mis llantos
a recuperar la sangre perdida
e iniciar todo mañana.
para sentirme vivo.
Tsubasa X pt9Chapter 9: Going into spaceTsubasa X pt92 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soon Amanda and Natasha walked out of the house, each wearing a new outfit.
Amanda is now wearing a pink scarf, white shirt with the Crest of Light, lilac-colored scarf belt, underneath, a white shirt splits two separate ways with dark pink on the ridges above a light pink skirt, Lilac shorts can been seen below the mini-dress and white slip-ones with pink and lilac lines, pink caps, a star shaped locket, lilac elbow-pads, pink bracelets and a crystal star hair clip and a pink bow in her hair while Natasha is now wearing a sleeves less black t-shirt, a white and black checked skirt, long black socks, white shoes, bracelets on both of her arms, a chain belt, and a small black bow in her hair.
"You guys look great!" said Kari.
"She's right," said Gatomon, smiling.
"Thanks," said Natasha.
Amanda looked up at the sky and smiled.
"There's a nice sky today," said Amanda.
"Hey Amanda-chan," said Kari.
Amanda looked to see the young girl in fro
Parinoiaa door slams shutParinoia9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as my ears intensify
a walk, a crawl
slithers its way by
the phone ringe once
but no ones there
why is this happening
who am i trying to scare
my heart beats faster
looking at the wall
a thick crimson substance
something i clearly recall
i look into the dark
and see a pair of eyes
vanishing into the dark cold night
silence fills the room
my heads filled with lies
tell me who is doing this
my heart begs and crys
a figure appears
and blindly comes twords me
who could this be
wht would they want me
a face comes out of the dark musty air
another shadow appears, this just isn't fair
then i realize who this could be
i look in the mirror and i see me
Tiroteo InfernalTiroteo Infernal5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Armas apuntando hacia mí, gatillos son apretados al instante
Mil balas penetran mi carne sin piedad,
Balas que perforan mi piel y destrozan mi cuerpo,
Balas salientes de aquellas armas letales,
Como lo son sus portadores del infierno,
No escucho cientos, sino miles de disparos que están dirigidos hacia mí,
No se detienen por nada del mundo, solo hasta que el último casquillo caiga al suelo,
Las balas ya hacen penetradas por mi cuerpo, cubiertas de mi sangre,
Mis órganos inservibles, todos perforados,
Disparando con furia y locura,
Huesos, carne y sangre derramada en el piso,
E muerto siendo torturado por aquellas balas que no dieron mi corazón,
Balas que no me dieron muerte hasta el final de mis tiempos,
Montículos de casquillos tirados en el suelo,
Balas penetraron mi alma,
En mí destrozado cuerpo
C L O S E RWhen I sit next to youC L O S E R2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It always feel so good
So move a little closer
When you walk by me
I know it's only you I want to see
So move a little closer
When I look at your face
It feels like I'm floating in space
So move a little close
When your hand touches mine
If feel so fine
We've moved a little closer
Do You Ever Wanna?Do you ever wanna run?Do You Ever Wanna?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not away, but just run
And escape the world for a few hours
And feel the wind on your face
And the clap of your feet on the cool ground
Do you ever wanna scream?
Not out of anger, but just because
Because you like the sound of it
And knowing that it came from your mouth
And it tells the world that you're alive
And you're there
Do you ever wanna jump?
Not to end it, but just to feel
To have the wind rush past you
And have your clothes billow out like flags
That signal who you are and what you stand for
And then have the water's cool embrace cradle you
Like a blanket
Do you ever wanna die?
Not for hatred of life, but for curiosity of losing it
Never knowing the other side
And seeking answers
And wondering what non-existence means
When all you've ever had is this
Do you ever wanna be understood?
Not thought of as goth or depressed, but as truthful
Someone who can say what they mean and mean what they say
And speak like no one is listening
Yet have their listeners li
Sirens curse pt. 2Read pt. 1 first!!!Sirens curse pt. 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Previously in sirens curse...
"Is there any way to reverse the effects of the potion?" I asked Chiron.
"I'm afraid not." he said sympatheticly. "You are now under the sirens curse."
"What will happen to me as a siren." I asked Chiron nervously. "Even if you are not willing to, you will have to sing with the other sirens by the lake." he said with a worried tone. "But in your case, when a boy kisses you when you are a siren, your kiss will literally take his breath away. He will die instantly." "Well isen't this just great!" I said sarcasticly. Just then, Percy walked in.
Chiron explained to him what was going on. When Chiron finished, Percy looked as if he would pass out. I could tell he was dissapointed in me. "I diden't know." I said sheepishly. "I understand." he said calmly.
"What am I supposed to do now?" I asked. "I am afraid that there is nothing you can do." Chiron said flatly. I ran out of the cabin. "Sissy!" I heard tyson call, but I just kept running
Wendell Breka's GreedWendell Breka, a 15 year old prince, lived in a mansion.Wendell Breka's Greed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had lots of food to eat, lots of items. His maid, Ms.Yumi, was always asked to get things for him everyday.
One day, Wendell looked out his window and saw his neighbor, Lisa William walking past his mansion with a blue vase. "Ms.Yumi!" Bellowed Wendell. "Yes, sir?" Ms Yumi answered. "I want you to get me something for me" "What shall it be?" "The vase Lisa William is carrying to her house right now." Ms.Yumi looked at Wendell suprised. "But sir, isn't that stealing?" Ms.Yumi accused. "Nonsense! Now get me that vase!" Wendell yelled as Ms.Yumi ran out.
A month later after asking for everything in town, A burglar came into his room at night, and stole everything from his mansion.
Wendell woke up with a shock that everything, EVERYTHING, even his bed was gone.
"My bed! My items! My precious items! Ms. Yu- -" He suddenly realized that blinded by Greed the day before, he fired his loyal maid.
Screaming Bloody VengeanceShedding my skin againScreaming Bloody Vengeance2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tearing at the seams
Crying out in the darkness
A welcome reprieve
Assigned a place in the order
A Victim of the machine
Distorting my own perspective
And losing myself again
I'm a weapon in hand
An instrument by design
Painted red with my crime
In vengeance we scream
Blind justice in the street
Relentless stalking of prey
Begging receives no mercy
From the monster in me
Unleashed on the unexpected
The enemies of the beast
haunting the thoughts of the righteous
Their fears I consume
A stillborn soul in the darkness
A visage of the unclean
Searching out more victims
Wearing trophies of the slain
Watching the ichor of the flayed
Flow through the gutters
Driven to madness by the echoes
Of the shrieks from the dying
Stay With Me-Chap.1I looked at the fourth outfit that I've tried on for school. It was the day we'd be coming back after Thanksgiving break. I put on a burnout spots top (that's the name on the tag) , and some dark skinny jeans. I got the whole outfit with my employee discount at Forever 21. I actually really liked how it looked, especially with the pink and orange rope bracelets I put on. Usually, I'd wear a sweatshirt or something not very girly to school. But, I promised Chloe and Gaby that I'd dress pretty for today.Stay With Me-Chap.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What do you think," I asked with a smile into the camera on my laptop. Chloe and I were chatting on Skype so she could help me choose and outfit.
"That's the first decent outfit you've put on. You should wear those beaded sandals you got last week with it," recommended Chloe. So far, she hated every "girly" outfit I put on, even though she told me to get the clothes. Over the weekend we took advantage of my employee discoun
Which BindsUnder Our Rose SunWhich Binds3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We Are Not Blind
Over Our Sunk Moon
We Are Not Unkind
For There Is A Love
Looked In The Mirror I looked in the mirror and what did I see?Looked In The Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finally I saw the old me.
I looked in the mirror and what did I see?
I saw my reflection starring back at me.
Modern ArtIt had all started in September with him and a coffee house, where she always seemed to take up the only chair not situated in a fashion as to enhance congregation. Buried in Beasts and being slowly devoured by the story, he came and sat on the planks at her feet and what else was she supposed to do but peer over the soft bound book and down into his wire rimmed eyes where he was smirking up at her. It was as if he was already in control of her destiny and she felt like a wooden tiki statue, crudely carved and now set upon a block for others to study. What a magnificent piece! They would say. It seems to signify the struggle to please. Or they would say something equally palpably dull, while the true connoisseurs in their right minds knew to be disgusted.Modern Art2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So she echoed the words, always falling just a bit short of what he wanted her to say and receiving that frown, that look in his eyes that showed he was disappointed that he hadn't taught her better. He should have shape
Panzerlied engl. translationPanzerlied engl. translation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In blizzard or storm,
Or in sun warm and bright,
The day hot as hell
Or bone-chilling be the night,
Our faces may with dust be laid,
But spirits never fade,
No, never fade;
Relentless, our tank
Thunders out on a raid.
With engines a-howling,
Fast as is the wind,
We head for the foe,
Safe, as we're in armor skinned.
Our comrades still behind us roam;
We fight the foe alone,
Yes, fight alone.
We stab through the line
To break the foes backbone.
Whenever the foe
May appear in our sight,
We'll ram throttle full,
Then we'll humble all his might!
Of what use is our life if we
Our country serve freely?
Yes, serve freely!
To die for our country,
Our honour shall be.
With tank traps and mines,
Our foe tries to impede.
We laugh at his ruses;
We know he'll not suceed.
And when, in threat, his cannons stand,
Half hidden in the sand,
Yes, in the sand,
We can find our way
Over much safer land.
And should at long last,
Fickle Lady Luck leave,
And we remain here,
Leaving family to grieve,
A bullet wit
Analisis de la entrevista de Dross y JosueSeamos claros, y seamos sinceros, pues vamos a analizar en profundidad la susodicha entrevista entre el videoblogger bonaerense Angel David Revilla y el satanista-cristiano-mormón, como él especificó en el programa "La mano peluda", el señorito Josué Velázquez.Analisis de la entrevista de Dross y Josue1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
Pongamos los culos sobre la mesa: Josué se ha metido en un buen lío que le puede traer problemas, no sólo por el hecho de que se hayan demostrado sus embustes por el propio Dross y demás gente con la cabeza en su sitio, mostrando a un joven con una fértil imaginación, con un guión que bien podría servir para una película de serie B, sino también por declaraciones tales como que sacrificó (mató) a su propia abuela para estos fines, y por la violencia animal, de la que también se le puede acusar.
Personalmente me gustaría creer que Josué es sólo un ocioso con mucho tiempo libre y ganas de conseguir dinero fácil, a cam
Guardian AngelMy name is Elizabeth. I died when I was just 4 years old. My mother and father broke up when I was around that age.. I was barely getting use to their separation. I remember the good old times when we use to smile together, embrace each other, and love one another as one whole big family. One big happy family, that is all I ever wanted; to be with my mom and dad and to have lived peacefully.Guardian Angel2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You can only imagine how hard it was to see my parents fight. Standing in the corner, watching and waiting for someone to throw the first strike - it was horrifying. I remember when I cowered under my bed when I heard mother and father scream at each other. Their voices so loud, their temperatures had risen, and how I whimpered under the bed like a scared puppy.
These are the days that I remember; days that I would want to prevent. All of the pain that I had felt, all of the anger my parents had for each other, it was hard to overcome it. I remember holding my teddy bear in my tiny arms