El cadaver de la NoviaEl cadaver de la Novia2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Una noche oscura y llena de niebla un hombre despertó sobresaltado y se dio cuenta de que estaba varado en medio del bosque, al no recordar nada de lo que le había sucedido, empezó a deambular por el mismo. Había dado ya muchos pasos cuando un ruido lo detuvo y una sensación de escalofríos recorrió todo su cuerpo, aquellos extraños ruidos no cesaban y comenzó a sentirse inseguro ya que creía que se encontraba solo en aquel lúgubre lugar.
Escuchaba susurros muy cerca de él que pronunciaban su nombre: “Simón”, “Simón”…
-¿Quién está ahí?- pregunto aterrorizado
-“Simón”, “Simón”…- Volvían a repetir aquellas voces que lo estaban volviendo loco, comenzó a mirar hacia todos lados hasta que logro divisar a una mujer entre los árboles, llevaba un vestido color rojo esca
Newbie's Guide to MinecraftNewbie's Guide to Minecraft4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
THE BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO MINECRAFT
DISCLAIMER: This is NOT intended for commercial purposes, this is intended as a guide for a people who have recently bought or want to buy the game.
What is Minecraft?
Minecraft is an increasingly popular indie game created by Markus Perrson, also known as Notch. The game is very customizable, so you can play it however you want to.
How Does One Get the Game?
First you have to get an account on the Minecraft website (www.minecraft.net), then you have to make it premium. This costs about 15 euros ($20 USD). After that, download the game and start playing!
What Can One Do To Make The Game More in Their Taste?
Long question, but easily answered. The quickest way to do this is to change the player skin from default to your own. You can find out how to do this on the website or the forums. Also, you can download skins from certain p
A Testimony of a Broken ChristianI know that there are people out there who are so against Christ, but... if they only just try to seek His love, if they open up just a little... they will know what they're missing. That emptiness people talk about won't be there anymore. But I don't blame most people, we Christians are a poor example of who Christ really is. We fight with each other, we accuse each other without knowing one another's circumstances or backgrounds. Basically, we are very hypocritical at times.A Testimony of a Broken Christian3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What can I say? We're still human. Our hypocritical, and judgmental behavior is part of our sinful flesh. It's the very reason we're still going to the temple for congregation. I wouldn't say we go to Church because... well, we ARE the Church. All of us believers, as imperfect and sinful as we are. Yet, Jesus loves us.
He's there for the drug addict, the prostitute, the deaf, the cancerous, the murderer, the homosexual. He's there for all of us. He DIED for all of us, and rose again to show us that He is God. It
Science? Or God?Science? Or God?4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
An atheist professor of Philosophy was speaking to his class on the problem Science has with GOD. He asked one of his new Christian Students to stand and . . .
Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good ?
Student : Sure.
professor: Is GOD all powerful ?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?
(Student was silent.)
Professor: You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, young fella. Is GOD good?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Is satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor: Where does satan come from ?
Student : From . . . GOD . . .
Professor: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Professor: So who created
BelieverBeliever4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to die
I just want to find a place
Where pain is a metaphor
And God is explained
Where people smile when they mean it
And don't laugh at murder
I don't want to kill myself
This world is all I have
I don't hate the sun
I just wish it would rise
On an earth that doesn't bleed
On hands that rest from pain
Where miracles are believable
And patriots are not scorned
I don't welcome darkness
But darkness is all I see
I don't want to die
I just want to take you home
Where babies live to smile
And families stay together
Where compassion still means something
And I can deserve your love
I don't want to die
And I won't
Not as long as I have breath in my body
LifeI'm not livingLife1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm only surviving
There's so much to do
And so little time
I'm always in a rush
Trying to keep up with life
Without a moment to rest
Without a moment to think
There's no joy in life
Being here makes no sense
Sometimes it comes to me
That I should put an end to it...
Ask for helpMy child, when the waters of life seem bitter, talk to me and see what I have for you.Ask for help3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Moses cried out when my people complained in the desert. They only saw the size of their need, not my ability to provide. They forgot that I created water to sustain life, and that I always delight to supply what my people need.
Just as I demonstrated my power when the Israelites sojourned in Egypt, I showed them my power in the desert. Let me do the same for you. When you're facing similar situations, be quicker to ask for help than you are to complain. And remember that I am always here when you need me. I can turn things around, my child. I can turn those bitter situations sweet.
Perfect AntidoteYou're about as convincing as the safetyPerfect Antidote10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a loaded gun.
And about as thrilling as
You're begging for a trigger
to escape your troubled head.
Its like watching a car crash
From a window that I cant break.
You're falling down again
Tripping over tangled thoughts inside your head
That you cant pray away.
Well if you agree to be the patient,
I'll be the best damn doctor you've ever had.
I prescribe the perfect antidote..
Dont scream too hard lovely.
You're going to lose your voice.
For your throats sake,
Use a whisper and save
Some of your precious breath for words that
Deserve to be said.
You're a terrible liar,
With a knack for telling me you're fine.
I can see deeper than that.
I dont understand how someone can have so much to say
and just not speak a word.
Much less a sentence.
We're all listening now..
Deep down I know thats what you wanted.
How To Say GoodbyeDear Unborn Child, Whom I Let Go;How To Say Goodbye3 years ago in Letters More Like This
When I was thirteen and four months old, and you were thirteen years younger, I decided to let you go. You squirmed in opposition beneath my ribcage, up against my pelvis, and I licked my lips and tried to smile while I leaned my forehead on the cool glass of the car, hellbound.
I remember sea weed insertion, dilation, cramps and bleeding. Orange smoothies from Dairy Queen that I threw up, and I hoped you were mingling in the remains of my summer day treat, so I could put this behind me. Pretend I was 'moving on'. I laid in the bathtub of a hotel room for six hours, trying to melt you away in scalding water from a rusty tap, yet you clung on, holding tightly to the walls of my pelvic region. Wiggling upwards, towards my throat. Past my teeth. You're trying to get out, but my family has decided you won't breathe when you're released from your bloody shackles; you may as well settle down now, sweet son, settle down.
The rest of this, to me, is a blur. Th
Dr. Suess Quotes*A person's a person, no matter how small.Dr. Suess Quotes6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
*Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.
*Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
*Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
*I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities.
*Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.
*Young cat, if you keep your eyes open enough, oh, the stuff you would learn! The most wonderful stuff!
*I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.
*Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.
*You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
*I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some
All In The Past ((Hatori Sohma X Reader 2))All In The Past ((Hatori Sohma X Reader 2))2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You deeply inhaled the cold air and breathed out, staring at the wooden gate in front of you. Before you could go in, someone beat you to opening the gate. "(F/N)! It's been so long! How have you been? Is Shigure treating you nicely? He hasn't been acting like a perv toward you, has he?" Momiji called out, holding onto one of your hands. You let a small laugh escape your lips. "Shigure's been treating me very well, Momiji. He does act like a pervert sometimes though" you replied, ruffling his hair. The rabbit incarnate only smiled childishly.
"I hear Akito wanted to see you today. Will you be alright by yourself?"
"Of course. I'll be fine" you mumbled, forcing a reassuring smile. You weren't so sure either.
"Alright, if you say so. Hey, listen! I have to get going! I'll see you after you talk with Akito, okay?". You nodded quietly, waving goodbye.
You tensed up, knocking on Akito's door. "Come in" she said coldly. Slowly, you opened the door and stepped in, bowing your head in respect
death smells like fresh fruit.I put on the shirt and it was far too big, I struggled to find my arms lost in swatches of fabric, thin and deceiving. My tiny arms so slack from the smallest intake of food, the sleeves drooping like old skin on small bodies that everyone refuses the option to quit. Eating has seemed so cannibalistic since you left, the simple act of forcing food down my throat only makes me more of myself and less of you, who will never eat again.death smells like fresh fruit.8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I stop in the hallway mirror, and look at my smudged eyes and lank hair. In the summer, on the swings, it hung around my face in loose waves. As all things seem to do, it grew as we grew apart in physical state, the hair mourning you like I do, the hair that caught your hands and fingers hangs unwashed and tangled. I smelled you near then, and I pushed out my limbs, and I ran to the glass door, pushing always the pane aside. My tiny hands and I have become more acquainted in the past days, as I hold my cigarettes, as I hold my face. The pool was covered in
Who I was and Who I amWho I was and Who I am4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be..
Overly concerned with my appearance and how people viewed me.
A people pleaser, rather than God pleaser.
Obsessed with things of the world.
All I wanted was love and I looked in all the wrong directions.
I used to be so angry, judgemental and pessimistic about who I was and I never trusted
I wanted to look like everyone else, act and speak like everyone else.
I finally wanted and was determined to fit in.
I wanted to be beautiful and thought of as being beautiful.
I lowered my standards of myself to fit on their level.
Instead of standing up for others and what I believed in, I made compromises.
Flattery got in the way and I even mocked others that were similar to who
I really was inside.
I was never popular, but more than I ever had been in my life.
I thought I really had life figured out and all would only get better.
I was on cloud nine and was so pleased to have so many friends and friends that
would stand up for me!
Panzerlied engl. translationPanzerlied engl. translation3 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
My Dearest Emo GirlTo my dearest Emo girlMy Dearest Emo Girl8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ive fallen in love with girls like you a thousand times
Same hair, same lips, same played out moves
Same sob stories of how youve been used.
Same taste, same way you move those hips
Youre the perfect example of being full of shit.
You werent always like that
My sad scene girl.
My wanna be emo girl.
All those cuts on your wrist,
Slave to your razor blades kiss
Lets sit down and listen to some bad music
Its about time that you hear this
Do you think you and your clones can take this?
Pierced lips, queer taste, colorized foolishness,
God I wish I could beat you with a pair of Converse®
The whining and the bitching just makes it worst.
Its time you had your pretty fucking bubble burst
You werent always like this
Damn sad scene girl.
You wanna be emo girl.
God I cant help but feel sad while I write this
Laughing inside as I rhyme it
Tell me has the message finally hit?
Youre no individualist
Looney Tunes Show-Tiny Toons Theme ParodyBugs & Lola: We're Looney! We're Tuney!Looney Tunes Show-Tiny Toons Theme Parody2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Don't be such a Goonie!
Cause in this cartoonie, we go from beyond TV!
We not be comic dispensers,
Yet we still crack up the censors.
The Looney Tunes are back in town as you can plainly see.
So, at least be glad that we're back and up to our old tricks.
Who were you expecting?
Bugs & Lola:
Those faker Loonatics? (no offense)
The scripts,though detested.
*pops out of script* Don't expect the unexpected.
It's the Looney Tunes Show,yet it needs some tweaks.
They're Furry.They're Funny. They're Bugs and Lola Bunny.
Yosemite craves money.
Daffy can be such a pain.
There's Witch Lezah and Granny.
Along with Sylvester and Tweety.
Gossamer's a sweetie.
Fog Horn Leghorn's severe weight gain
Elmer Fudd makes a return as our news and weather man.
C'mon folks give us a chance. We're doing the best we can.
We're Looney, We're Tuney.
We're not longer Goonie.
It's time for the Looney Tunes Show,
Watch us ev-ery
My Life Belongs to JesusMy Life Belongs to Jesus11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Life Is Yours
My sins my faults my ignorance,
my humanity that brought Him pain,
my lies shed innocent blood,
I've turned my back to grace,
I've put my eyes to darkness.
My heart turns cold with every beat,
and so I lay the cross aside,
betraying life itself, betraying Christ.
My head hangs low, but not enough,
may it swing as a pendulum,
swaggering in the lowest dregs.
Lord, I know You are real,
I know You are my God.
Why for me? Why this way?
My life is Yours, forever.
Death Note anime analysisDeath Note anime analysis7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Death Note analysis of the animated series
The lack of values, the pressure of the society on the Japanese youth, the searching for the real justice, the boredom, the necessity to find a purpose for our own existence if I would like to sum Death Note up in few words, I would write that it contains all these themes and expresses them in a really original way.
But this awesome animated adaptation of Takeshi Obata and Tsugumi Ohba's manga (the second name is a pseudonymous of the story writer, who wishes to remain anonymous) deserves a deeper analysis for sure.
Death Note manages to convey values without being banal; it manages to make you laugh, cry, arrive to the point of throwing the first object one can pose their hands on to the screen for the anger (or so it was for me).
This analysis contains heavy spoilers so I advice you to only read it if you've already completed the vision of the anime, and it contains my personal interpretation of some elements of the serie
GermanyxReader Birthday GirlGermanyxReader Birthday Girl2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Please Luddy!" You pouted up at the tall German. He scowled, crossing his arms.
"I don't know ____. I really don't like people in zere." His cheeks turned pink.
You stared at him.
He stared back.
"Jesus Luddy. It's not like it's your porn closet. It's just your kitchen." You huffed, rolling your eyes.
His face flushed red. "I don't have a....... FINE." He moved so you could walk past him. You smirked, waltzing into his kitchen.
You had come to Ludwig's mainly because he had the best equipped kitchen you had ever seen. And you liked to have everything at your finger tips when baking a cake.
Who was the cake for?
You of course. It was your birthday.
"Oh, um Happy Birzday ______." Ludwig held out a tiny package. "Feliciano und I got zis for you."
You hugged the big man, smiling. "Thanks Luddy, you really didn't have to do that!"
He blushed, mumbled something, then left the room. You opened the p
Te amoQuiero poder tenerte a mi ladoTe amo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quiero poder besarte cada vez que quiera
Quiero cerrar los ojos y que estés a mi lado
Y que cuando los abras sigas ahí
Quiero que me abraces cada segundo
Y que tu voz llene el aire en cada minuto
Necesito ver tu sonrisa
Esa que tanto me hace falta
No quiero decirle al aire: te amo
Cada vez que pienso en ti
Quiero tenerte a mi lado
Y que seques estas lágrimas
Que surcan mi rostro
Estas lágrimas de las que eres el dueño
Estas lágrimas que surgen cada vez que pienso en ti
Y en lo mucho que te amo
Be Obscene - Smut StoryBe Obscene - Smut Story12 years ago in Erotic More Like This
They decided to take it slowly, for once. They always came too fast when they fucked. That's not to say that it wasn't fun, but it was lacking something. Romance, she called it. Meaning, he said.
So they went slow. Starting with the clothing.
He went first, thin hands running over her hipbones, rubbing the denim of her belled blue jeans and feeling the bones underneath. His fingers crept inwards, one inch at a time, finding their curious way to the button above her fly. It came off easily, worn and smooth from frequent use, but instead of tearing her pants down in one motion as he usually did he allowed his pale fingers to trace the line of her now-exposed underwear, fingering the elastic strap of the briefs. She used to think they were terribly unsexy, until he got her Emily ones. That had been his first gift to her underwear. He had bought her underwear before he had bought her a cup of coffee. It always amused them both, even just a little.
He hooked his thumbs in the belt loo
Avengers Highschool AUHighschool was always this sort of thing Steve dreaded. He thought about it more and more each time he walked to school, age still hanging on his shoulders like a big neon sign for everyone to read. He'd in fact been held back in a sort of way, or at least that was what he thought of his one year leave. He passed his Junior year just barely and quit highschool before returning back when his education wasn't up to par with anyone else's. (Another reason being that he had enough of the science experiments and being a lab rat)Avengers Highschool AU3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Of course now that he was returning as a Senior two years later, he had to face going into the same grade as that damned genius Stark who on many occasions made fun of those who weren't nearly as smart as he.
The only person he deemed intelligent enough to speak a truly enjoyable conversation with was Bruce Banner, the guy who ran away when you started ticking him off. No one quite knew why.
The school of course wasn't ordinary either. Their principal Nick Fury was
EmoEmo7 years ago in Open More Like This
Emo is black.
Emo is red.
Emo is a love of darkness,
But always needing some light.
Emo is the way you look,
But more the way you are.
Emo is resisting the world
Because you can't stand routine.
Emo is loving everyone you know,
Even if sometimes you wish they didn't exist.
Emo is hurting yourself or your body
When deep down you really love them both.
Emo is making your own choices,
While relying on your friends to make it through.
But really, emo is not caring how fucked up you are,
Cause there are so many friends just as fucked up as you.
Emo isn't hate.
Emo is love.
Trust Me, I'm A Doctor (BrucexReader) Part 5So far Alessa and Tony had told you that you should at least try to establish a more romantic relationship with Bruce. Thing is, you weren't sure if you could pull something like that off. You weren't even sure if the Doctor held any feelings towards you. The last thing you wanted was to put yourself out there only to get rejected in the end. You had a lot on your mind and a lot of things to try and figure out. You figured you could conduct little tests to see if Bruce liked you but then you began to wonder what these little tests should be.Trust Me, I'm A Doctor (BrucexReader) Part 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
Grabbing a cup from the cabinet, you poured yourself a steaming cup of coffee and added some milk in it. You took a sip, the hot liquid burning your tongue slightly causing you to jump a little in your spot. You chided yourself for not waiting for the drink to cool off but you had a lot of work to get done. Fury had just sent you some weapons that he wanted you to test to see if they were safe to use. Now that was something you would be willi