Tips para ser mejor ArtistaTips para ser mejor Artista6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Tips cómo ser un mejor artista
No, no he venido a decirte como ganar más experiencia en tus habilidades artísticas u obtener tu propio estilo. Vengo a hablar de cómo ser un mejor artista en tu mente, eso significa cuando se es un gran artista incluso mas allá del papel. Carácter y sabiduría
En lo que te conviertas al final es tu camino o responsabilidad, (la cosa es que depende de ti...)
Esta es mi opinión, no tienes porqué estar de acuerdo, espero que lo estés.
1.- Trata de tener un sentido de calidad y estética primero, trata de tener una ética de trabajo o disciplina
2.- La fama y popularidad no hacen a un buen artista y no es un indicador de crear "buen arte". Ignora Internet y a los besatraseros
3.- La arrogancia no es un método para mejorar tus habilidades artísticas
4.- La intolerancia a otros métodos artísticos te vuelven cerra
Red vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The scene opens with the familiar animated star field. A familiar ship comes into view flying on a tilt. It passes the viewer at high speed. The saucer bares the familiar name and designation of USS Enterprise NCC-1701 but it looks like someone spray painted Sarges ship over Enterprise in red. The view pans over the top of the saucer of the Enterprise to focus on the bridge. Inside are four Spartan soldiers attending various stations. They are the red team from red army, Sarge in the captains chair, Donut at the Helm, Simmons at sensors, doubling for communications, and Griff at the second station next to Donut.
Sarge: Sarges log today. Whatever today is
Simmons: Its a stardate, Sarge. Technically today would be stardate 13-88.5.
Sarge: Shut up, Simmons. Let me do the log.
Simmons: Can do, Sarge.
Griff: Why dont we just go by the normal time stamp? You know, Month, day and then year.
Simmons: That is how a
Kirby's DemiseKirby's Demise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kirby had won. Zero Two, weak from the strain of battling, crashed down to the floor, dead. Despite Kirby's victory, his tortuous journey wasn't over. In fact, It had just begun. Dark Star didn't dissolve. Instead, a blinding flash shone over the battlefield, Ribbon dissapeared, and Kirby, dazzled, fell to the ground.
A few minutes later, Kirby awoke. He was in some sort of Cave, which seemed ordinary, similar to those he'd explored during his visit to Rock Star. But as he was about to discover, this was no ordinary cave. There were red streaks on the wall. Kirby started to walk. As he trudged onwards, these red streaks connected to wider streaks and pools on the floor, but eventually Kirby stopped in fear. The whole rocky tunnel had opened out into a chamber. Kirby realised that it was blood he'd been walking through.
The whole chamber was stained crimson, with the stalactites and Stalagmites appearing similar to dripping knives that had been used to cut into a fresh meaty joint. In t
Grima's LamentGrima's Lament4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I dwell in exile here,
In Isengard's tower, far from home?
All I wanted was her love...
I was the king's trusted servant,
His counsellor, his eyes and ears--
He should have let me have her,
His sister's daughter, golden Eowyn!
I turned to the wise and powerful one,
Trusting the White Hand to give more freely;
He promised me riches, power, and more--
The woman I desired, if I but served him...
All I did, I did for love, not greed;
And how was I rewarded?
Lies and empty promises
Have soiled my proud name...
It was Saruman's doing, not mine;
And now I rot with him in Orthanc,
Laughing bitterly at his defeat---
At least he now shares my misery...
All Hail Columbia!All Hail Columbia!7 months ago in Settings More Like This
Good evening my fellow Americans. I am Supreme Director Karl Pietersen, and I stand before you now humbled. I am humbled to be here right now before all of you this fine day. Of course, this is our one year anniversary of our victory in the Galactic War! Our victory sent the damned Reds and their Dijonist People’s Dynasty into the farthest of space; it has also seen the United Technocracies of Man bend the knee and wisely embrace the tenets of the National Conservative ideology!
Yes, we have won. Rejoice my fellow Americans, we are victorious and we are free. Free to make our own destinies! Free to live the life that the Founders of this nation meant for us to lead. I understand that many of you wish to bring our boys home. As do I, my fellow citizens… as do I. However, that simply cannot be done while we have enemies at our doorsteps. Who are these enemies you might ask? Who could be so foolish as to challenge our uncontested might in the stars? Well our enemies are numero
Conquered and BurnedConquered and BurnedConquered and Burned5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring into Life,
Here comes the day,
End the Strife.
What is causing me to disrupt,
I cannot see,
I kneel down as I throw up,
What is becoming of me?
Demonic Manifestations of my Fears,
Of my problems,
And all of my tears,
Crawling out of my throat.
My Demons cause my foes to be chased,
And soon they are dead,
Soon the Chaos corrupts me,
And my eyes turn red.
I see the world fall,
And hear the chaotic drone,
Soon I am King of them all,
And I am placed on the Throne.
I see my enemies fall,
And I laugh as they burn,
I rule the World,
As my Demons tear it apart.
These avatars of my conflicts,
Now destroy Reality.
It's all gone,
The Earth was given a shake,
Now here comes Dawn,
Now it is time to awake.
I hear a scream,
And I jump out of bed,
It was all just a dream,
It was all in my head.
I follow the path of the scream,
And it takes me down the road,
To the house of my long time foe...
Here is where I found him,
Laying on the ground,
In a puddle of his bloo
Pokemon Creepypasta: DEMISEDid you know that when you trade for a Pokémon in the GTS, sometimes you will get something you weren't looking for?Pokemon Creepypasta: DEMISE4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
According to a select few, there is a Pokémon that has been terrorizing players since the beginnings of the fourth generation. The Pokémon, simply known as "DEMISE," has been considered both a hack and virus, and is only found through the GTS trading system.
DEMISE is reportedly a genderless shiny Bellossom. Its OT reads as "???" and its ID number is "00000." It's reported to bear a somber expression, with black tear-like markings pouring from its eyes. The flowers on its head as well as its leafy skirt are described shrivelled and/or decayed.
Accounts of its profile signify that DEMISE was met as a fateful encounter with its last trainer. The location of the Pokémon's origin remains unknown since it does not register on the GTS Globe.
DEMISE is level 0 with exactly 100 hit points. Additional oddities includ
Der Riese FinishedDer RieseDer Riese Finished6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Electricity emerged from the mainframe outside of the secret factory of Der Riese; with a bright light the electricity subsided and four men were standing as the light faded. Looking around quickly the American; Tank Dempsey was shocked.
He quickly turned to the three behind him; the Russian Soviet Nicolai was on his knees holding his stomach. The two above him the Imperial soldier Takeo was grasping the tilt of his katana with his right hand while looking outwards. The German, Doctor Richtofen was putting a magazine into the MP40 he wielded.
"What the hell just happened? Everyone ok?" Dempsey asked them at once.
Nicolai groaned as his stomach began to play up on him, which too add that he said "Ooh, I think I will throw up...."
Richtofen knelt down, set down the MP40 and patted the Russian on the back, which he said to him in reply, "A mere side effect Russian." Then Nicolai threw up on the ground with finished with another groan.
"Everything is normal."
Takeo looked at the
Burned AliveCry out as you drown in pain,Burned Alive4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pulled even deeper,
Into the realm of the insane.
Like bullets through your heart,
Metal embedded into your soul,
The scraps of Steel (Both new and old),
Shift in your body as you writhe,
You'd give anything to die,
But they're determined to keep you alive.
Tears stream down your face,
Unseen and unheard,
They gave up,
And now you're to be burned.
Suffer in a grave of Flame.
It's over now,
No one will even remember your name.
Burned To DeathFire Flame Smoke EmbersBurned To Death7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It surrounds me
It grabs my throat and chokes me
I cannot think it is all I know at the moment
The flames lick my arms
It hurts but Ive been through worse
It has eaten my clothes I have no resistance
My arms and legs are blackened and crispy
I am screaming but I know no one hears me
I writhe in pain but inside I am calm
I know what is happening and Ive accepted it
Goodbye world and hello Fire
The circles of HELLMy version of Hell has nine layers. the first two do not involve fire though.The circles of HELL4 years ago in Settings More Like This
this was based on the book "Dante's Inferno" this is however, my own version and there is changes.
1st-envy (the most merciful place in hell) here people wander endlessly without hope of ever escaping. The place looks like a twisted version of heaven. Envy lives here
2nd-lust Here, people are blown by huge tornadoes without hope of ever escaping them or no control of where they end up the next second. Place looks like a storm. Luxuria lives here
3rd-gluttony, here, you will digest in pools of stomach acid and eaten by giant demonic worms that are able to breathe fire. Place looks like a giant flesh pit with scars everywhere. Baal lives here.
4th-greed. Here you will be forced to push giant balls of pure gold. If you refuse, then you're stabbed by the pitchforks of the demons and it's into the pits of flaming boiling gold for a 10 years. Avarice lives here. Place looks like a giant gold mine
NumbI woke up this morning,Numb10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and applied my face.
To hide the tears of last night.
And now scrape it away,
see the skin under my fingernails.
Can't feel a thing .
So god damn numb.
So tired of falling .
Maybe I'll wake up one day.
You see through the smile on my face,
like I thought you would.
You linger inside.
Where I'm cold, hollow and numb.
Where my soul rests until I release it next.
Help me feel something.
Don't want to be numb any more.
Come and save me.
Please oh, god, I think I'm falling.
I close my eyes.
And you there,
You say you want to know everything .
All I want to is to feel something.
Instead of all this pain that here.
I thought today i was happy,
For the first time in ages.
My fingers start to itch .
I need you.
I'm so used to this numb sensation,
My body tingles, as my soul awakes.
My arm itches and I feel faint.
I can't feel that I'm tearing my arm apart because of you.
Because I'm so Numb.
Please, make me feel,
make me real, once again.
and it came on in waves.and it came on in waves.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Big Sur was a name that lived in the mouths of surfers and the words of Jack Kerouac and Henry Miller. Spontaneity drove me to this place as I ventured away from the Los Angeles wasteland back to the Silicon graveyard called home. The boredom of business for a whole week might have been the true cause. I'm never one not to take an adventure.
But California natives drove smart. To cross from one side of the state to the other, you took I-5 or 101. We laughed at the idiots who took the "scenic route" for pleasure, not for business. You only took Highway 1 to access the beaches. With the twists and turns, possible motion sickness, mudslides, rockslides, fog and constant construction, Highway 1 was a tourist's wake-up call-- not all is sunny-sexy in the Golden state. Seeing as I lived four years away from home, where the Northeast's transportation circulatory system pulses strong, fast and easy, I did an un-native thing and turned off at Pismo Beach for Highway 1.
Driving this road a few h
The Stranger (Dangers Below)High on the vapours.The Stranger (Dangers Below)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
High as skyscrapers.
Car fumes, perfumes...
It's all in the papers.
Black and white print.
Street corner mints.
Pop to the shops
to find out you're skint.
City life slowed
in the alley, you go.
Beware of the stranger
and dangers below.
Flash Fiction: Good Business We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?Flash Fiction: Good Business6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened.
I feel.... ah... A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. I feel fantastic. Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock.
Would you like to see your new body? A tall man in a grey uniform stepped forward, motioning towards one of the few mirrored walls that hadn't been smashed. Most of our clients don't care, but I knew you'd like to see. He pointed her towards the mirror that had been cleaned of all dust and grime.
The BridgeThe Bridge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
FunnyWhat's two things Brittney Spears and Paris Hilton don't have that we people have?Funny8 years ago in Historical More Like This
Underpants and brains!
You can't fix stupid, but you can fix your face, but Michael Jackson can't fix his.
Say this three times fast:
How many sheets can this sheet slitter slit?
Say this five times fast:
Say this three times fast:
I am sofa king we todd ed!
Bill Nye the science guy is not Davey Jones in pirates of the carribean people its Bill Nighe from Underworld as Victor you stupid idiots geesh!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
So that way he can prove to the possum he could do it.
Adam Sandler in 50 first dates
Drew Barrymore as Lucy: How's the cow?
Adam Sandlar: Same as you everyday but we still have to convince her she is a cow.
Ula's kid: Daddy whats a nimpho?
Ula: oh uh the nimpho is the state bird of Ohio
Adam Sandler: Ya and you're the state idiot of Hawaii
Ula: one day u just go for it and the next thing you know poof you're gone
Adam Sandler: See I'm not so sure about th
Creepypasta : Red's Journal6-3 ( 6:18 AM )Creepypasta : Red's Journal4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
...I forgot all about this journal. Guess I should write in it every chance I get, huh? It's been 3 years since I've been down from this mountain. All my pokemon are doing well... especially Pikachu. And of course... he still won't go into his pokeball. But I don't mind. There isn't much to write here, now is there?
6-5 ( 4:15 PM )
Still. Nothing to write. But I finally battled today. And won. Just like usual... Maybe I should just get down from Mt. Silver and go visit those old places. But then again, people'd be surprised to see me. Maybe I can leave my pokemon with Green. Not like I'm gonna battle anyways.
6-6 ( 9:30 AM )
So I came down from Mt. Silver. And... it's boring. I visited Green, though. And I told him what I wanted to do. He suggested leaving my pokemon with him, since he knew I didn't want to battle. So I guess I should. But I'm bringing Pikachu with me. If someoen ever does want to challenge me, then Pikachu should be enough, right?
6-6 ( 7:40
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Little birdLittle bird spread your wingsLittle bird3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Fly over mountains and over plains
Cross oceans and battle deserts
Make your way home to a place
Somewhere where you feel safe
Even if your flight is wounded
Even if your path is blocked
Keep on flying as you were
Keep on being who you are
The tears that come through weathering storms
Dropping down below you
Do not look down at them anymore
That's the pain that's gone away so far
It cannot hurt you anymore
No matter what the circumstance
Keep your eyes aimed to the sky
Let your wings silently soar
Have the wind take you home
Cutting Is CommonCutting Is Common10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You see her from across the way
Reading what her body says
Long sleeves whispering of bleeding wrists
Eyes hang low, silently admitting it
You know all of these signs so well
The language it speaks, the stories they tell
It reads like novels, all full of misery
Some of the pages torn from your own history
Does it help you to see someone do it like you did
Can you see why your friends misconstrued it?
And they worried about you all night, every night
Can you see now how it was justified fright?
You study her scars and know it's not for attention
The contours of cuts you know that you should not mention
They creep back into darkness as she pulls down her sleeve
Her body is anxious, now she can't wait to leave
She'll return home, lock her door and hide
Like the scars that she covers, she turns from the light
They won't go away, they'll be there forever
Through the pain of her life, they'll go through together
Before those lines can heal or fade
She's overwhelmed by another cycle of hate