Diavolo Nuovo-cap 03-Ole Santan!Diavolo Nuovo-cap 03-Ole Santan!3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Diavolo Nuovo es una serie original de Producciones Gran Torre, se prohíbe su reproducción o uso por terceros salvo para material de Fan Fics, Fan Arts y Juegos de Rol.
Si alguien hace un Rol de esto que me avisen para entrar XD.
Serie: Diavolo Nuovo.
Género: Sátira religiosa.
Fecha de inicio: 29/08/10, 7:26 pm.
Fecha de término: 03/09/10, 1:36 pm.
Autora: Silvia Vega Gutiérrez, directora jefe de Producciones Gran Torre.
Pamplona, España, 25 de Enero de 2010.
Después de casi 20 días con Demian, Emanuel tenía que aceptar un hecho claro: El león no es como lo pintan y el diablo menos.
Siendo francos la verdad aquellos dos casi no se habían tratado hasta entonces, la primera vez que sus caminos se cruzaron fue cuando Emanuel estaba haciendo ayuno en el desierto y el otro apareció como una sombra funesta (nada que ver con el de ah
stardust and sun drenchedOn your birthday the sea leaves salt at your doorstepstardust and sun drenched5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a few broken pieces of seashells
That seem to no longer whisper
Their little quirky remarks
Tickling against your attentive ears
You rush across the front porch, trying to chase shadows
Footsteps against the pavements of summer heat
And when you look up at the bruised sky
Of violet against stark cerulean you start to wonder
Why the sun left you without a farewell and
When would it rise again without a 'morning'?
And the world is oblivious to you
They call you names like
'Girl with a rabbit heart'
'A lost child'
And 'little angel façade'
But in the shadows of your feigning smiles you know it's because
They envy your sun drenched hair
And staccato feet born for dancing
Across the spotlight with specks of flying fairy dust
They say you are just
A ghost of your mother
An empty dream unfulfilled
"Her clock is always
Twenty four hours and three ticks off"
They let you watch sunrises while singing
Childhood tunes with flower in yo
3:00 AM3:36 AM3:00 AM5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i forgot to mention:
i'm looking for you.
and did i forget to mention
that you're impossible to find?
i know that you say
you're above technicalities,
but that's not what i think.
so i say, 'let's find each other,
and we'll break a few clichés.'
we'll fall between the cracks,
so honey, don't mind the bruises.
'cause they're just reminders
of how much we love each other.
['cause if you li[v]e for love,
maybe i[t]'ll die for you.]
i miss the dandelion wishes
and waiting for the flowers bloom
in fields of "maybe" and "what if"
so i can pick you a flower for your hair.
'cause you'd look pretty with a
'maybe i love you'
behind your ear.
but that was beforehand.
[now i know]
[and you're not coming.]
it doesn't matter what you said,
you belong to me
the bruises are proof.
you think he'll save you?
did you think i wouldn't notice?
did you think i wouldn't care?
VerdigrisThe sun was red the day Slicker died. She watched him fall a hundred levels, to shatter against a fat, reinforced gas pipe, shards of him breaking across archways and supports and cables, plummeting into the foggy void below. His blud drenched a cluster of backup valves. It dripped from the nozzles, thick and syrupy.Verdigris5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slicker was unsticking the gears on the Bigtime, with such focus that he paid no attention to the approach of the Quickhand, making its minute-long journey around the Bigtime's face. He had clamped safety cables to the supports, but was careless. The Quickhand caught a support line, and dragged him off the gears, sending him plummeting. The Bigtime was in such poor repair that the other clamps had torn free, sending scraps of rusted steel along with Slicker to his death.
Shine had tried to shout a warning, but Slicker couldn't hear. Or wouldn't. Slicker loved his work, loved the way things ran smoothly when he was finished. Mostly, he loved it when things worked, as
For Youshe tells me i'm crazy,For You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i can't help myself,
there's something addictive in each word,
[and i swore i'd never feel lust
but i'm a master of lying to myself]
every word you write
stays with me,
but i'm waiting for the right moment
[i'm in the right place, but the wrong time]
you'll never know the monster in my chest,
[is it pathetic
to hate someone i don't even know?]
you don't know the panic i feel
when i think that
you might not be there someday.
[it's the right time, but the wrong place]
did you know that i need you
like i need the stars and sky,
like the sun and moon?
[you are the only star i need]
you're a song that's
running through my head,
and i've memorized the words:
"i love you."
Lone Charlie ChaplinLone Charlie Chaplin4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Lone Charlie Chaplin
Standing part from the crowd
Why are you so silent?
Is that Hat you hide behind your speakers?
And the funny Mustashe your microphone?
You prance away from policemen,
and dance without a beat.
Your face expresses all the things,
You'd never dare to speak.
With a spring of your cane,
and a hop in your step.
You waddle away from the crowd you just upset.
A heart made out of Gold.
His life lives on,
His story without a fold...
the less i knowsomething new: my breath hitched but the words meant nothing.the less i know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i owed the light peserverent flattery in the form of prose,
stories of what could have been.
the gloom in which i slept was a system altogether unable to measure up to the new universe;
to exist together in perfect cognition is first to understand that i never wish to be better.
how pitiable this impure form to which we all succumb
littered with stars. i am temporary like them, almost, always and never.
I have forgotten how to live. it is late mornings during which i upturn my lazy eyes to the sky
against it's will. there, like you, live millions- and my mind is reborn.
the day comes. easily her gentle beckoning fills our minds. the sky is golden-blue:
unmasterable. we retract our wicked claws and our majestic selves
are now only threats we cannot perceive.
we lie nestled like tired humans together in the cold grass, and the blades are shining
wet with the tears of the dawn. we're late. we're forgotten
you touch the e
The Friendly Creeper Part 33The Friendly Creeper Part 333 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I always thought I was the weird one. Ok? You like that? People would make fun of me for being different. Back in my old village, some people would even throw eggs at me, calling me Gilly the Stupid, Gilly the Dull, Gilly the Weird. So one day, I ran away. That's when I first stumbled upon a nest of creepers. All of them were so cute and cuddly. I was so tired that night that I slept in the nest with them. But the mother came back. And she was angry. She couldn't do anything either, because I was snuggled in with the babies.
"She didn't want to explode and kill her babies. Creepers are actually very caring creatures. They just don't want others harming their children, so much of the time, they do what their parents probably did: explode, taking out the intruder.
"The mother realized that I wasn't going to harm the creepers, though, and quietly retreated. So, every day, I would play with the baby creepers. I would teach them how to talk, and soon, we had a whole group of hissing, talki
The Silence of Sound -KakaNaruWARNINGS!!: This story contains graphic violence, mature content, sexual themes and possible relationships between members of the same sex. If you are easily offended, be warned! This story is rated what it is for a reason!The Silence of Sound -KakaNaru6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.
The Setting and Background:
Jiraiya and Naruto did not return to Konoha after two years of training. Instead, they stayed together much longer. Naruto learned many more techniques from his teacher, who he now calls "Shishou"(meaning "master").
When they finally return to the village after almost six years, many things have changed. Naruto tries to do his best by catching up with his friends and trying to piece together his life again.
Sasuke is still with Orochimaru and eventually rumors reach Konoha that the Uchiha has slain the Sanin and merged with him.
After several peaceful months, Sasuke attacks the village with an army of Sound shinobi.
During the battle, Jiraiya falls, leaving Naru
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A year had passed since that fateful battle between his father - Fire Lord Ozai - and his friend - Avatar Aang. A year since he had nearly been killed by his own sister... Zuko turned under the covers of his bed, staring out his large window and pulling a hand up to the large scar in the middle of his chest. Unlike the scar on his eye, this one was still tender, still painful to the touch. He cringed as he felt at it, remembering how he had been struck down and then saved by Katara. He owed her his life.
It became apparent to Zuko now how much he missed his friends. It had only been a year, but it had been a busy year full of royal responsibilities for the newly crowned Fire Lord. All he wanted to do now, even if just for a bit, was to see them again and pretend it was like old times: before he had all those duties that he had once yearned for.
*Well, I am allowed to take a break whenever I please...* thought Zuko to himself as he flipped back over t
Your Daughter has Sold Hundreds of Local PapersBut listen to me: I will tell youYour Daughter has Sold Hundreds of Local Papers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to love a bedspread;
a car seat; a sun dress
that you cleaned two months ago.
and should they find her
in the breast of a riverbank
or a cabinet,
I will tell you
facts about scavenger birds;
kettles, wakes and how to chair a committee
with a body on your desk,
as scavenger birds do.
A MeetingYou will notice first, the bone juttingA Meeting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from my meat, it is called teeth,
These are my lips;
This, like so, is called a smile.
And then there are the fabrications that I wear
The layers of silk, of wool,
of iron air
(indeed there is an air that I am not quite there)
- And feathers I have wrapped into my hair
And Afghan pearls, and finally
My hands, hare-fleet, and meeting
Darkness, I...Darkness, I...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
HaikuStai cu spatele gol la mine.Haiku2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lumânarea se zbate lângă pat
și aruncă umbre de războinici
pe pielea ta fină.
Părul negru, lung,
îți curge ca cerneala pe spate...
Întind mâna, șovăitor,
și, cu grijă,
Îți întorci capul spre mine
și pentru un moment
iluzia lumii plutitoare
dar colțurile ascuțite ale ochilor tăi
în Țara Soarelui Răsare.
Cu răbdarea unui samurai
în audiență imperială
aștept, ca o stâncă, un ordin:
să îmi dau viața în luptă
sau să cad în propriul cuțit...
Dar sunt cruțat,
în noaptea asta
tu mă vrei
lessYour phone bills are smaller now,less3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with no long distance calls to make,
and your car insurance reduced to reflect lower mileage
and all those journeys not made, those roads not taken,
those lanes that you know like the back of your hand -
Left, right, straight ahead, right, right -
are no longer driven. You did not see the bluebells wake
and spring burst forth in the countryside,
did not see the snow on the fields, cold horses in their
quilted coats pawing, nibbling, pawing.
Christmas stamps still tucked in your wallet,
and fountain pens dried up next to watermarked
John Lewis writing paper
with no letters left to write.
Weekends stretch out, lunchbreak is a blank and you have more time
but you have less.
Human...Human...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their branches in the wind; their song perfectly fitting for this warm, late summer evening. The crickets joined in the lullaby with perfect ease, with no effort or even thought behind it. It just fits.
The wind itself moves and shifts, slows down or stops completely with perfect timing. Birds fly over my head with fluid motions, mimicking the invisible waves of the wind. The very last rays of light of this day bounce and reflect of everything, as if kissing the world and everyone in it goodnight. Clouds, like gentle giants of the sky, move gracefully towards the North, following some unknown path; playing their part. A lake in front of me glimmers, sharing the sunlight, multiplying it in all directions.
Everything here has its place.
Everything here is perfect, except me, with my thoughts, wishes, expectat