Sobre la copiaSobre la copia5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
LA RAÍZ DEL PROBLEMA : COPIA
Los motivos para copiar
Algunas personas dicen "mis dibujos / fotografías / artes son tan feos que nadie los va a querer copiar". Más lejos de la realidad no podrían estar.
Y esta es la razón por la que escribo esto. No importa si tú piensas que tus artes están feos cualquiera puede ser víctima de la copia.
Y me pregunto , ¿por qué alguien quisiera copiar algo mío? , ¿por qué alguien necesita copiar? , o mejor aún , ¿cuál es la raíz del problema?
Será que el antídoto es una ¿marca de agua gigante? , ¿72 dpi? , ¿ o un arte lleno de tu firma?
Yo creo que el antídoto viene desde adentro , con los principios y valores de una persona.
Todo empieza cuando comienzas a estudiar. Cuando entras a un colegio y te ponen a estudiar. A memorizar.
Pero tú tienes mejores cosas que hacer , como jugar videojuegos ,
Ayuda al mundoAyuda al mundo4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Dreams - A Dragon TF by JargonHello there, dear reader! It looks like you're about to start reading this story ^.=.^Dreams - A Dragon TF by Jargon4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While I'm honoured that you'd like to read my works, I regrettably have to inform you that this story has been discontinued after eight chapters and a sidestory merge. There won't be any more chapters in this story, sadly.
I am however working on a new project that will hopefully outshine this old gal - it's going to be released some time in the future, and I hope you'll be there to read that was well.
If you can deal with this story ending abruptly with no end in sight, then by all means read on, and dream.
People dream. It's natural. Daydreams you usually control and you can make them whatever you want. Sometimes they get forgotten, sometimes they spring back to life after a long time, or just a heartbeat. Sometimes, they come true.
Last year, I stayed home from school two days because of stomach pains. My mother thought it was some kind of odd flu, mainly because she had it t
Motherly Love - Riolu TFIt was a quiet, early spring morning in Jubilife City. The town was unusually busy this time of the year. This was due to the fact that trainers from the Unova region were making their way through Sinnoh, bringing new Pokémon with them to impress everyone. A few of the trainers even stopped by the Trainer's School. Even though they didn't really need any nw training, some of them always wanted to check the facilites that Sinnoh had to offer. Speaking of Trainer's School, this story revolves around a little kid who is currently taking courses there, and how his life would be forever changed from this day on.Motherly Love - Riolu TF4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In a house near the outskirts of the city, a young boy was waking up from his sleep. Well as much sleep as he could get anyway, as for the last hour or so the only sounds that he heard was of his parents continious arguing. It was pretty much the story of poor 12 year old Mark's life. The relationship that they had had been somewhat rocky, even before they moved to Jubilife, th
Problems with FoodVictini TF RewardProblems with Food3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Man, where am I now?" Cody said, putting his supply bag onto the ground. Cody was an explorer deep in the woods of Varyna, one of the largest woods on the planet. He had entered through the main path but decided to go off on his own path now. Bad idea.
On almost four separate occasions, he had walked in a giant circle around the forest, not even knowing that the exit was so close to him. This fact could have annoyed anyone easily. It has also been six hours since Cody had last seen any form of human life in the vast forest, making him even more worried about what night life wonders in the woods.
Luckily for him however, he had brought a camping kit with him. Cody's original plan was to set up his supplies at the main camping grounds, but he knew that wasn't going to happen now.
Just as he was about to start his campfire, he hears the sound of a twig breaking. He turns around to see a very rare Pokémon, a Victini.
Cody is so surprised to see such a rare Pok
Oshawott TFSunday, Sunday, Sunday it's Sunday!! I kept mumbling that to myself, I was so giddy with excitement I couldn't stop, If you're wondering why I'm so excited, it's cause a few days ago some stupid Team Rocket jerks through a bag of stolen Pokemart items at me, I caught it out of reflex, and just stood there as if they were gonna come back, I guess you can say I deserved it for being so clueless...hold on...no I didn't! The police came by, tackled me, and held me on the floor, I had no idea what was going on! They were yelling at me and all I could do was keep quiet. I was mad, usually I don't get mad at these things but that was such bull...ugh...Not only did they ruin my perfect day but they hauled me off to jail for 3 days until they found out I was telling the truth, it was kinda ridiculous, I mean, they saw me standing there for a good 5 seconds, I looked totally innocent, and I had my perfect dress on when they tackled me! By the way, I have long creamy brown hair, blue eyes, and IOshawott TF4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TF - So Happy2:35amTF - So Happy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yet another restless night glued to my PC monitor. Will it never get old? Will I ever decide to take an early night for a change? Would it really matter if I did? No, not really. Regardless, I should really try and get some sleep. My boyfriend has left for the night and I am running out of things to talk to my online friends about. There are stories to be written; as well as to finish, but as always, I don't feel compelled to even type a single new sentence to any of them. I typed my farewell messages to all my friends and signed out of my instant messaging programs. Will I just sign back onto them within the next ten minutes? Yeah, that is more than likely. Whenever I have trouble sleeping which unfortunately is very often I always seem to end up back on my computer, surfing the net and chatting to my friends as if it was a brand new day.
I moved my mouse cursor down to the start menu, but when I clicked to open up the list to access the shutdown
MMPR vs ZyurangerMMPR vs Zyuranger4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Revive, Zyushoken/Birds of a Feather
This is a comparative analysis between the episode "Revive, Zyushoken!" from Zyuranger, and Birds of a Feather from Power Rangers. I'll start lineally between the two episodes.
"Zyushoken" starts out at night where a guard to a building is making his nightly run. He is confronted by an enormous shadow looming over the building, and then looks to see Dragon Caesar walking down the dark street. Dragon Caesar goes to a hill near some power lines and swings his tail at it, knocking over the power lines, sending them crashing upon the hill. The Zyurangers, alerted to this, run to the scene and shout at Caesar, telling him to stop destroying the power lines. Caesar then swings his tail at them in his own way of telling them to back off. Then, it is discovered that there was a Dora monster hiding under the hill, a bird-lizard creature that is controlled by some sort of regenerating heart.
Oshawott TFBlake was just walking around at a lake,skipping stones across it,and drawing in the dirt with his finger.Oshawott TF4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"WOTT!!!!"was a cry for help,but Blake thought it was someone who was shouting "what" because something didnt go the way it should have,but he heard it again.
"WOTT!! OSHAWOTT!!!!"This time he knew it was a cry for help and he ran toward the cry,and he saw an Oshawott getting squeezed by a Serperior.
"Ssseerrr"The Serperior hissed before it saw Blake.
"Let it go"Blake said,but the Serperior just laughed and squeezed even tighter.
"Wott...."Said the Oshawott,weakly.
Blake threw a rock at Serperior's head,and Serperior loosened it's grip,which gave Oshawott the chance to escape.
"Sssser?"Serperior said,before looking at Blake again,who was ready to throw another rock at Serperior.
"I said leave it alone,now get outta here!!"Blake said angrily.
Serperior hesitated,but it went away and did not turn around.
Blake went to the Oshawott,who was terribly injured.He took a couple potions ou
While You Were SleepingWhile You Were Sleeping4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shunned away the outside world.
with the brightest smile I could muster
on my now solemn days of life.
I told myself I would be stronger than
my mother, who wept at the mere
whisper of their name.
But when I see the lights of my once
lively sanctuary flicker from on to off,
I cannot cease the tears that cascade
down my now pale face.
The color had drained from my life the moment
they left and the emotions I once had were
stolen from my very heart;
locked away to never return.
I wanted to be with them
so unbearably much that I was
Mystical ForestMystical ForestMystical Forest5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"There's Always One". Oh, how that statement is true. In any group you find, there almost always seems to be a misfit, one that does not belong. Sometimes you have to wonder just why that person is actually in that group.
Wes Snodgrass is one of those people. The most absent minded of the scout group. Whenever his group goes out on expeditions and walks, he always misses the turnings, somehow blind to all the other scouts. His partners always have to turn back and rescue him. He is an embarrassment to the group, and it's small wonder he hasn't been kicked out yet.
And now, the story. We begin in a deep forest.
Yet again, Wes had ended up going straight ahead instead of turning right. When he realised, he panicked for a bit, but then thought "Oh it's OK it's normal they'll come back for me "
But they didn't.
An hour passed, an hour of Wes sitting down on the soil and woodchip floor. An hour of waiting. Waiting too long. Panic gripped Wes, mor
Hi, my name is...-1-Hi, my name is...-1-4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Hi. My name is Daisy. I'm a pit bull-mix at your local shelter.
I'm really friendly and I love kids! You can adopt me and take me home, if you want!
This place is cold and scary. I don't understand why my family put me in here. I'm a
good dog and I'm always happy. I don't ask for much. All i want is to be loved and to
cuddle. I keep hoping that my family will come back, but i don't think they will. Maybe
you could be my new family! I know i would like that very much! I like to go outside and
play fetch, and do tricks for biscuits! I guess you can say that I'm a real people-
pleaser. Please adopt me. I'm a good dog, and I just want to go home.
Penso, logo desistoTrago um rasto absurdo nas sobras dos meus dias.Penso, logo desisto6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Como é que tu ainda restas em tudo quanto em mim pulsa?
Vai-se o tempo, fica a vontade.
De lavar as paredes do corpo.
E renascer quase intacta.
Foi por causa das saudades que um dia deixei de roer as unhas. Preciso de mim inteira.
Nunca te disse o quanto gostava da tua voz recém-acordada, que hoje me regressou à memória num calafrio que é tão brisa quanto o ar que interiorizo.
Por vezes escuto no quarto um escuro muito vazio.
O corpo diz-me em surdina que me fazes falta e a noite vai crescendo, movediça por entre os lençois que não têm o peso que preciso.
Sinto saudades do teu abraço tenro, poliglota e com todas as certezas do tacto.
Sinto saudades tuas daquelas constelações do teu olhar, a pingar estrelas voadoras.
Tenho dias em que abro a voz ao espanto de mim mesma e redescubro que possuo um medo paraolímpico, desequilibrado entre a vontade de ser um rasto de
Is God a Comedian?Is God a Comedian?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Some people wonder whether God really has a sense of humor or not, even to the point of questioning whether it is wrong or not to laugh or joke. Is God really as serious as we make him out to be?
Here's how I see it...
As Paul quoted from poets, "We are His offspring" (ACTS 17:28). We, as God's creations, were created in God's image; thus, a number of traits are also inherited from our Creator. These inherited traits can range from talents to behaviors.
A lot of what we are able to do says a lot in itself about who we are. And some of these things may also clue us in to what God is like.
Here are some examples:
Look around and see the beauty of nature. Look at all the different kinds of animals, the many different plants, even the clouds in the sky. You're looking at God's artwork. So yes, God is an artist. What does that say about Him? It says that God is very creative. He expresses His creativity thro
Santa ClausYou'd better not flameSanta Claus4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You'd better not troll
You'd better not steal
or continue to LOL
'Cause Santa Claus is a Deviant!
He's making a poll,
He's gettin' the votes
He's gonna read all
his Christmassy notes,
Santa Claus is a Deviant!
He sees you when you're offline,
He sees you when you're on,
He knows when he's mentioned in Chat
when the response is 'He's NOT',
You'd better not flame
You'd better not troll
You'd better not steal
or continue to LOL
'Cause Santa Claus is a Deviant!
Secret AdmirerSecret AdmirerSecret Admirer4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Diana sighed in relief as the Javelin came in for a smooth landing at the Watchtower satellite. Flash was piloting the ship back with Green Lantern, Hal Jordan, in the copilot seat. She, Hal, Wally and Superman were on a deep space mission that took them away from Earth for two weeks.
Upon return to Earth, they were caught in an asteroid storm. Flash was piloting and even though the Javalin shook violently under his control, he didn't want to put full control of the ship in Hal's hands. He argued he had enough skill to pilot the ship during the storm. Hal argued with him, citing his piloting expertise. They bickered like a couple on a long trip.
Diana couldn't help feeling a little unnerve at the constant shakes of the ship. She wasn't scared but she didn't want the ship to split apart in space either. Sitting next to her was Clark who briefly squeezed her hand and assured her it would be all right.
Diana also knew if something were to ha
Chicken Banana TheoryChicken Banana Theory8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chicken Banana Theory
A man walks down the street and encounters another man. This other man believes he is a chicken, and promptly approaches the first man to inform him of this amid a series of chicken-noises. The first man acknowledges this, and hurries past.
Later, the first man is walking back along this same path and encounters the same man, though this time, the other man no longer believes that he is a chicken, but rather a banana.
This is an illogical transition– one cannot logically explain it by tracking the events that led to this mental transfiguration from chicken to banana. You cannot, for example, say that the man woke up thinking he was a chicken, had coffee, went to work, stood by the copier, and suddenly decided at that moment to become a banana. It does not follow any course of logic– it is the realm of insanity.
Consider then the deeper reasons for transition from chicken to banana. Did the man first believe he was a chicken to fulfill some need, then change his st
My Old Friend and ComradeMy Old Friend and Comrade4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time that I saw you was within Test Chamber 17.
You were smooth, gleaming with brilliant rays that I could barely open my eyes.
You were beautiful.
You were perfect.
We overcame one obstacle after another.
Your sweet whispers rang like chimes in my ear.
"You're doing great. You'll be out of here in no time."
"The way you tumble through the air was beautiful."
"You are so smart. I couldn't have thought of that."
I indulged myself in your honey voice, like a butterfly hopelessly entranced in the aroma of thousands of flowers.
You were the friend I had been looking for in my life.
She asked me to burn you.
The cold, lifeless voice prodded and poked, like barbed thorns dragging and scraping through my mind.
She thought you could not speak. She thought I could disregard you. She thought you were silent.
But no. You were much more than just a partner. You were a comrade that had travelled with me since the start of the chamber.
You were a friend that cheered me on when I sat in fru
Hopes and Fears About CollegeHopes and Fears about CollegeHopes and Fears About College3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As I sit in my chair waiting for my name to be called it finally sinks in. This is one of the last times I will see these faces, one of the last times to thank the teachers for their hard work, and the last time I'll be seen as a Spring Creek Gator. In those moments my mind wonders, what awaits me after the Summer? These halls will be the same as today, but what of the students and teachers? Will I be able to stay above the work load? Will I fail, or will this be one of the best times of my life?
What could I look forward to? Maybe the idea of a fresh start, and possibly becoming more interactive with the other students and the college itself. I also can't wait to see the experience and abilities of the faculty here. However, one biggest things I look forward is which path the Lord will send me. I know he chose this college, but as for a major, that is still