Oktoberfest: cap 1_viaje***********************************************************************************Oktoberfest: cap 1_viaje4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-...Y recuerda si vas a salir deja bien cerrada la puerta de tu casa para que no la invadan, no quiero tener que llegar con un ejercito para echar a cejudos molestos (imaginando a Arthur) ni pervertidos del vino (imagina a Francis)¿Italia? ¡Oye!.. ITALIA ¡¿ME ESTAS ESCUCHANDO?!
-Veeeee (contempla el vuelo de una mariposa sobre su cabeza)
-¡ITALIAA!- Grita el joven alemán haciendo que el italiano salga de repente de sus divagaciones
- ve, doitsu, doitsu ¿a Dónde vas?-pregunta el joven italiano inocentemente
- tranquilo, volveré pronto- respondió metiendo las ultimas pertenencias en su maleta antes de cerrarla- voy a ser juez de un festival de la cerveza que organiza un amigo en América
- ¿A...merica?- pregunto confun
CR- Vida, muerte y renacer de una alquimistaVida, muerte y renacer de una alquimistaCR- Vida, muerte y renacer de una alquimista3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alquimia. No era precisamente una ciencia. De hecho, para muchas personas era una disciplina obsoleta, una versión muy primitiva de las ciencias que habían conformado la tecnología sobre la cual se sentaron las bases de la actual Gaia.
Sin embargo, al igual que en épocas antiguas, la gente respetaba profundamente aquello que no podía explicar y a quienes tenían control sobre esas fuerzas.
En Gaia, la alquimia siempre había sido dominio de la familia Ward. Por generaciones, todos los miembros de esa familia se habían dedicado a realizar trabajos y experimentos utilizando la alquimia en distintas ramas. Siempre habían estado cubiertos por un velo de misterio y por eso se ganaron el respeto de los habitantes humanos de Gaia.
Los alquimistas solían vivir en casas modestas, alejadas del centro de las ciudades. Si alguien los necesitaba, debía salir a buscarlos a la periferia, pues ellos no
Mythological Couples: Hades and PersephoneWere his eyes playing tricks on him? What was Hades doing in his palace?Mythological Couples: Hades and Persephone1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Long time no see, dear brother.” Zeus greeted him. “What brings you here?”
“It’s been quite long, yes.” Hades agreed. “Listen, I’ve wanted to talk to you about something.”
“I am all ears then.” Zeus replied, his curiosity peaked. Whatever the matter, it must be quite important, if Hades was willing to leave his palace.
“I want to marry Persephone.” Hades responded straightforwardly.
He had forgotten his brother was not a man of many words.
“Persephone?” Zeus asked incredulously.
Hades nodded. “I’ve run into her a couple of weeks ago, and I have been unable to stop thinking about her ever since!”
Zeus couldn’t help but smile at his words.
“I don’t see how this is a laughing matter.” Hades responded indignantly.
“I am sorry.” Zeus said. “You’
Transcend"I love you," Zuko muttered into her hair, his arms wrapped around her waist to hold her as close as he could. "I've always loved you."Transcend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've loved you too Zuko," Katara responded softly, her face pressed into his chest as she tried to stop the tremors that were traveling down her back. "I love you too."
For a long while, the two just stood there, wrapped around each other as they waited for the end to come. Their thoughts were of nothing more than the one they held, and their regrets for their future were almost overwhelming. Their heads bowed, their tongues silent, both of them were struggling with the tears that threatened to overflow as the voice interrupted their last moment of peace.
"You know you don't have to do this Katara," Sokka said from the doorway, his eyes averted from the scene he was being forced to interrupt. "You know he would understand if you just explained everything to him and let him know how you really felt. I bet he-"
"Sokka, enough," Katara said gruffly, gent
Where Seagulls Dare “There’s no escape, you know.”Where Seagulls Dare9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thomas put his head on one side, slapping the water out of his ear. “Sorry?”
“There’s no escape...from the island.” The heavily bearded man gave him a stare. “The same rocks that sank your vessel have defeated my every attempt at floating a raft.”
“Oh.” Thomas wasn’t sure exactly what one was supposed to say in this situation. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“There’s food enough to get by here, if you don’t mind bitter roots, insects, sour berries. That’s almost the cruellest thing.” Beneath his stitched-leaf hat, his eyes gazed out to sea. “Compared with the open ocean, this place offers a fair chance of survival. But can it really be called living? Trapped here...on the island?”
punctualAt night she rested her forehead between his collarbones and refused to put her ear to his chest cavity. She said she was afraid to hear his heartbeat.punctual6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I am broken inside and I do not want to envy other clockwork organs. Dont let me hear the tick-tock of all that I am missing.
He wrapped his arms around her and whispered into her hair that he would fix her; his skin was punctured with metal and his bones had snapped before, but if he could be whole then so could she. She shook her head and tried to dream. She fell asleep to the words,
Ill collect your pieces, sunshine, and put them back together.
When she fell asleep he pulled back the moonlit sheets and covered her in butterfly-kiss gazes. Her hipbones and ribs were all angles and geometric structures protruding from a flat plane. He tried to will them to life with nervous grazes and stuttering words, but they refused to arch to meet his touch; they did not thrum with racing heartbeats. He pulled hi
Hallow ShadowsIt wasn't scary... not at all! Those tall, jagged shadows which clung to the walls and intimidated me were like home! As for those noises? Ha! I fell asleep to such noises as a child! And those weird looking plants which lined and littered the floors with deathly spikes and thorns? Meh, I've trudged through worse, these are naught but a scratch! Sure my legs all the way up to my thighs might be bloodied and gored but this is nothing compared to what I've been through... a walk in the park! And being chased by such creatures? Who'd have thought? It's as though I'm playing a game with my best childhood friend, and they're it.Hallow Shadows2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Although... there is that ever doubting feeling that I might not leave this dangerous game of Tag alive. If the plants don't trip me and cover me whole so I die of blood loss... or if those noises get louder and pierce my ear drums and burst my blood vessels and eyes... or if those shadows suddenly fall like a pancake off the wall and crush me hole or stab me like p
BrillianceI wasn't sure if I was falling asleep or drowning. Pastor Abilay had just reached the third point of this three-point outline and I was fading quickly. "The devil's 15 minutes," my father often called it. He would sit rigidly at the head of the dining room table after every Saturday dinner and warn us that just as the pastor reaches the place where Scripture is applied to our lives, we start to drift off due to the devil's influence. I always did, and it terrified me.Brilliance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pastor Abilay's sermons were an odd blend of clinical Calvinistic theology combined with the self-assured charisma of a leader whose word was law. His sermons always made me feel as if I were boxed in by walls of water and left me with a dead weight in my stomach. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, he concluded the sermon and we moved on to the final singing. The presenter came to the front of the stage, hummed a few bars of the next Psalm, and we all began to sing. The song rolled in a rich four-part harmony tha
All of These ChangesIt was a big day and a little day.All of These Changes3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Something's didn't really change at all,
and something's changed very little,
and something's changed in a really big way...but all of these changes
are for right now temporary until things change again.
To put it any simpler than this, changes were made
and changes for right now were made...but to just call them changes would be best then to
call them good or bad changes at all.
I suppose that there's many positive ways at looking at today,
but for right now the best thing that could be said about today is that
it's over and tomorrow looks much more hopeful than today had managed to be.
Everything Under the Stars 11Chapter 11: ConfusionEverything Under the Stars 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
© Lady Owl
Heather sat quietly on Neelix's bed as another random object went zipping across the room. She sighed out her nose as she made a face.
"I can't believe what I've gotten myself into... this is insane! He's going to ask me to do something crazy.. I just know it! What else could possibly be worth it to him if it wasn't something insane, huh?! What was I thinking to take your advice!"
Veeno didn't answer. He was leaning against the door frame of the main entrance to Neelix's quarters with his arms crossed. He continued to watch as Neelix tore apart his quarters in frustration and looked over at Heather. They both shrugged at one another as they turned their attention back to yet another item being tossed across the room.
"It's not all that bad..." Veeno finally said, "I mean, you are getting his protection after all."
"Yeah and at what price, huh?! Not all that bad..." Neelix repeated Veeno's sentence, mocking him
Possible Apocalypse. chptr 1Authors Note: All that is written is complete fiction. Any relevance to real life situations is completely coincidental.Possible Apocalypse. chptr 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warning: Some swearing. one gay couple. a sprinkle of violence and, hopefully, a good laugh.
End of the world...
When people think of the end of the world, they are not worrying about the plants or the animals or the world blowing up, even though if the planet exploded it would definitely suck. The definition of `end of the world` for man kind, is when the human race can no longer survive. The animals and plants can continue living, but when all mankind turn to zombies and die? The world will live on.
Sure, a few Nuclear Power Plants and various other machines which need to be looked after by humans may explode in our absence, but the planet doesn't necessarily flood or freeze or catch fire or explode. Just take explosion out of the god damn equation.
Although, as humans, we want to keep hope alive as we trick ourselves into believing mankind can beat all the odds.
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
who said love was beautiful.this is not what you're expecting.who said love was beautiful.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i'm not going to write about the first time we kissed or the first time you whispered something beautiful into my clavicle or the first time we held hands and i swore that the earth shifted under my shoes. i'm not going to write about the first hello or the first goodbye or the first moonrise i watched reflected in your irises.
i'm not going to write about how your eyelashes are spidersilk and your mouth is a song and how when i was weaving the colors of your eyes into a sunset i got lost in the middle. i'm not going to write about how your fingers pluck symphonies above steaming mugs of tea and how looking you in the face is like holding my breath underwater.
i'm not going to write about that.
instead, i am going to write about the first time you dragged your hands through your hair and i noticed that your knuckles were scarred from too many fights and how i wasn't surprised in the slightest. i'm going to write about the time we stood in the kitchen
CR - La nieve del AvernoEl sol se iba a poner en la cúspide, ya iba a ser hora de la pelea, si, esa extraña y retorcida actividad que le había entretenido de cierta forma, hace bastante que no peleaba así mentira si lo había hecho últimamente, la verdad le hubiese gustad poder volver a patear el trasero de Arhel pero no, los que estaban frente suyo eran otros. El que estaba en el puesto de su "mayor enemigo" era Xerath, no parecía un contrincante muy fácil de vencer eso lo hacia mas entretenido. Por otro lado estaba Paulett una humana con eso lo decía todo, fácilmente podría sacarla de combate manipulando el agua de su cuerpo, ¡ups! es verdad no podía hacerlo, maldito brazalete aunque la verdad solo teniendo el 30% de sus habilidades se sentía capaz de vencer, después venia Duncan, otro humano el cual sentía lo miraba con insistencia pero no tomo mayor importancia. "Humanos" se dijo así mismo, no es que los despreciaraCR - La nieve del Averno3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
LamphersDe donde proviene: Planeta Lámpheri; en la galaxia Andrómeda.Lamphers2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cuáles son sus características físicas: No tienen un cuerpo sólido por sí mismos, son esferas de luz y energía amorfas. Por lo mismo crearon una especie de cuerpos robóticos para poder coexistir con las demás especies de distintos planetas y hacerse notar.
Cuáles son sus habilidades naturales: Son energía y pueden moldear su cuerpo de esta manera. Con ellos si aplica la ley: "La energía no se crea ni se destruye, solo se transforma"
Por esto es muy importante que sus habitantes se conozcan a sí mismos, de lo contrario son un peligro para todo aquel que se acerque a él o ella.
Cuáles son sus habilidades especiales: El manejo de dicha energía o como se le conoce en la tierra Psicokinesis. Aunque claro, cada uno de los habitantes "nace" con una energía principal y es aquella que controla con mayor facilidad.
Debilidades físicas y psicológicas:
Mama"P-Please, reconsider! You've got so much to live for!" A blond man screamed from behind me...do I remember his name at this point? It doesn't matter. What matters now is the siren song of the pavement below, the whip of the wind blowing my hair as I stood on that railing. I wanted to be done with it. What was life, anyway? One big fucking joke.Mama4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But let's go back...you don't know me, I don't know you. What say we show you my story, and how I came to be on this ledge and ready to tell the punchline.
Twenty years ago...1983, to be exact.
Cries rang out in the hospital room as a young woman, barely eighteen, gave birth to her son. A bastard child, he was...born from a one night stand that she'd done only for money to buy more drugs, more poison. She was screaming, and the tears tracked down her filthy, bedraggled face as she clutched her sheets for dear life while her baby boy got pushed into the world. "Get...h-him away from me..." The woman looked down at her filthy finger
lettersdear dad,letters5 years ago in Letters More Like This
i've learnt in life that sometimes things happen too quickly. its like being knocked over by a wave and pulled out into the ocean by the tide. you're flying all over the place and your mind is a blur, but you're still trying with all of your might to fight the current of the water. you're trying so very hard to stay afloat, to just keep swimming - but in the process you've forgotten where you're swimming to.
sometimes we forget about how dangerous the water beneath us really is, and we keep swimming further and further away from land. we love the way it just feels so endless, so expansive beneath our feet; the dark blue abyss. sometimes in our paths we leave people behind, and sometimes they'll leave us, but we just continue to swim and swim further away from everything that we know and suddenly we can't see land any more. we're all alone and we're too tired to keep swimming, but we've got nowhere to go - so we float.
i used to tell myself that maybe you'd just swum ashore fo
Memento"Memento Mori."Memento5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"How could I forget? I know it's coming."
A pause. "Events are not as they seem. It is not easy to remember all."
"Old scars never fade."
"The pain subsides after a time, child."
"Well it's hard not to pick a scab."
She surveyed the door in front of her, a calculating look in her eye. It, like the surrounding slums, was dim and faded, fungus growing thick along the hinges, from which the door had detached long ago. But it was plain that the door was still in use - while the remaining area was dust covered, the door's grimy handle and the dirt that served as a doormat were free of it.
No, he would never come here. What was she thinking?
But there was an irrefutable feeling of him in the air. She knew without a doubt that he had been here once, if not here now.
Not caring to linger where she could be seen, she tightened her cloak around her and covered her head with its hood, despite the heat. Completely invisible and as silent as a cat, she inched her hand
let's goi once watched a young man say goodbye to a friend.let's go5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
he didn't look sad standing in front of the grave
he just looked content, like a weight had just been lifted
and he was finally able to move on.
a brown backpack hung off his shoulder, he gripped it loosely.
wire framed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose
and his messy hair was hidden by an awful green hat.
he turned to leave and as he walked past me he smiled.
i smiled back.
the wind carried leaves across the streets and i soon left as well.
each house i walked by was the same, with chipped paint and broken bricks.
(even the wallpaper in my own apartment mocks me
as it peels off a little more each day and when i see it i just sigh.)
i waited impatiently at the bus stop,
putting a cigarette in between my lips and lighting it.
at that moment i remember thinking,
if he can move on, maybe i can too.
the smell of our sleeplessness-the smell of our sleeplessness5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'You've never really felt pain, until you've lost everything' he murmured, his eyes fixed on the dirt between our feet. 'You've never really had your heart broken if you can put the pieces back together.' He paused, taking a small sip from an almost empty wine glass and continued with his drunken monologue.
'You've never really learnt to appreciate their hands if the hands of another don't make you sick to your stomach, and you never understood the way they smelt unless you can smell it on your pillows'
He looked up at me, his face wistful and his grey eyes reflecting the cigarette he held in his hand and stared right though me as he muttered.
'And you know what, you've never really been in love if you can learn to love another'
He doesn't like the way he looks anymore. His once smooth skin is now a victim to his grief, to gravity and to his old age. His hair, growing more and more grey with each day that passes had once been dense and thick, dark brown - framing his luri