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
LH Porque es lo mejor c1Latin Hetalia: "Porque es lo mejor"LH Porque es lo mejor c14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Capítulo 1: El principio del fin
-¡Esto es inaceptable, José Manuel, no podemos permitirlo!
-¡¿Cómo se te pudo pasar por la cabeza, siquiera, semejante locura?!
-No es algo propio de una nación como la nuestra y de todas las cosas estúpidas que has hecho ¡Esta es la peor!
-¿Te imaginas el escándalo que esto crearía si cae en manos equivocadas? ¡¿Lo pensaste alguna vez tan sólo?!
No. Esa era la única respuesta que podía darles en el estado en el que me encontraba al ver aquella fotografía entre sus manos, mientras el Jefe y su secretaria me miraban sin saber bien cómo tratar con ello. Y de hecho, siquiera yo sabía bien cómo reaccionar.
Me había imaginado a veces cómo sería si ellos descubrieran algo así, si descubrieran lo que sucedía entre los demás países y yo (o algunos de ellos) pero...nunca creí que lleg
Una lista muy peculiar"Debido a los diferentes conflictos que hay cada vez que Francisco se presenta en alguna reunión con sus hermanos latinos quizo no ser golpeado y decidio hacer una lista de "Cosas que Panchito no debería hacer cuando esta con los hermanos latinos" "Una lista muy peculiar3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. No debo mencionar nunca a Chiapas mientras Guatemala esta cerca, Jamas
2. No debo mencionar cuan adorable se ve Chiapas con su uniforme de cadete mientras Guatemala esta cerca, Jamas
3. en ninguna circunstancia debo molestar a Guatemala con Chiapas ( aunque el pequeño se divierta de maravilla) Jamas.
4.Hablar bien de Alfred mientras estoy con Rafa es una mala idea
5. En especial si estamos en la cocina
6. no debo entrar al cuatro secreto de Manuel y después decirle a Diego lo que vi ahí
7. No debo preguntar "Quien?" cuando hablo de Panamá o era Ecuador?
8. no debo decir "Valentina-sama" frente a Rafa, NUNCA
9. Afirmar que amo mas el chile que a Rafa
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’
CR - Ingrediente esencialStories for Free 2CR - Ingrediente esencial3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No había terminado de abrir la puerta de su habitación cuando escuchó esa particular vocecilla llamándola por su diminutivo.
Nyo se encontraba del otro lado del pasillo, saludándola con una mano en alto.
La pelirroja respondió con un ligero asentimiento de cabeza. Eso fue suficiente para que el chico supiera que podía acercarse. En cuestión de segundos se encontraba caminando junto a ella, hablándole de varias cosas a la vez.
Desdemona escuchaba sin inmutarse mucho. No solía ser el tipo de persona emocionalmente expresiva, pero le llamaba poderosamente la atención que el chico se hubiera encariñado tanto con ella en tan poco tiempo. No había hecho algo en particular para ganárselo, pero hasta cierto punto le agradaba: Nyo era un buen chico, no era molesto de escuchar, y sus galletas eran las mejores que había probado en a
Taken (08)Taken (08)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kira me permitía salir al pórtico un par de minutos de vez en cuando. Había pasado una semana desde que me llevó a ese lugar. Las horas parecían semanas y los días años, en los que Kira no paraba de mirar el cielo, bastante paranoico.
Respire hondo y caminé al pórtico, un estúpido e ingenuo sentimiento sacudía cada parte de mi alborotado cerebro, lo que me obligó a abrir la boca, cuando no tenia "derecho" de hacerlo.
-¿Dónde estamos?- pregunté con cierto miedo. Un momento de silencio. Sabía que jamás me respondería, así que vi media vuelta dispuesta a alejarme, hasta que escuché su voz retumbar en mis oídos.
-A salvo- Me volví para mirar como sus alas se extendían desde su espalda.
-¿No pueden olerme?-
-No desde aquí- aleteó varias veces sobre el suelo antes de volar con toda elegancia posible a las enor
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
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 Dare10 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 Shadows3 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
Mongolian NamesName MeaningMongolian Names7 years ago in Historical More Like This
Amarbold Strong Peace
Batukhan Firm Ruler
LamphersDe donde proviene:Lamphers2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Planeta Lámpheri; en la galaxia Andrómeda.
Un Planeta que en sus inicios con una abundante flora y fauna. Con el paso de los años y la llegada de otros seres a su planeta, los Lámpheri necesitaron crear un método para que les escucharan y tomaran en cuenta apoderándose de las máquinas de aquellos viajeros y así poderse comunicar con ellos. Con el tiempo diseñaron y crearon cuerpos robóticos para poder interactuar con las otras razas. De un tiempo al otro el planeta fue urbanizado y construyeron estructuras por una amplia parte del planeta. Aquellos nativos que desistieron viven en los bosques y montañas, lejos de todo tipo de arquitectura que no sea natural.
Cuáles son sus características físicas:
Existen varios tipos de Lámphers. Los que son “originales” o nativos, aquellos que viven en las ciudades de cuerpos rob
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
don't let me run.i'm scared.don't let me run.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the fears are pressing anxious palms on my shoulder blades and slipping through my skin to ride trembling waves through my veins. they're biting at my ankles and tearing up my dreams, present wherever i look, because no matter how hard i try, i can't run away from you. i'm shaking and clacking and falling to my knees before springing to my feet and running until my pulse is just a canyon wall echo.
please, forgive me for running. forgive me if you find me hiding and sobbing in the corner with my head buried between my knees and my fingers buried in the mud and my heart buried behind the rosebush. try to understand that i want to share my darkest secrets with you, but i'm scared i'll wake up to an empty bed with the window thrown open and my vulnerabilities pouring in with the sunshine.
you see, i'm scared i won't be enough or i'll be too much or you'll get tired of beating your head against a wall and running into the dead ends i'm made of. i'm scared you'll get exasperated
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.
In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to say anything, because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because I was out of my depth and trying to ignore the world.In Which Middle School is Hell2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Either ignorant to the fact that I was still within earshot or apathetic about the whole situation, the girl pressed the boy for answers. “Why would you say that?”
“Fat chicks need love too.” The words were mocking, insincere, and they burned through my body like a poison. I did
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