Condenados - Capitulo ICondenadosCondenados - Capitulo I2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Martín quiso levantarse para ir a buscar abrigos y comida, pero los dedos enterrados de Manuel contra su chaqueta le detuvieron. Desde su posición, no podía ver más que la cabeza castaña de Chile, sus cabellos medio lisos y brillantes como solían ser de pequeño. Se quedó callado, y se empujó así mismo de nuevo al rincón helado, ese que había estado convirtiéndose en su hogar durante la última semana y del cual su amante y él no podían prescindir; aunque se estuviese congelando. Con un suspiro le pasó la mano por la espalda y Manuel se enroscó en su pecho como un gato mojado, todo lleno de magulladuras, cicatrices y cansancio.
Y las cicatrices duran por mucho tiempo, eso lo saben ambos. Permanecen abiertas, expuestas, sensibles a cualquier toque; se secan pero no cierran, alguien las palpa, y se manchan. Y ahí quedan, dolorosas, hirientes, incitan a las lágrimas. Y las lágrimas no se acaban, no importa lo mucho que llores. A veces, simplemente, s
Como me haces falta... (ArgXChi)-(OneShot)Como me haces falta... (ArgXChi)-(OneShot)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Llueve sin parar y no sé por qué. Tengo mucho frio… Mis manos parece que se caerán y mis pies dejar de caminar, también al parecer, mi cuerpo no dejara de temblar. Por muy cobijado que pueda estar ahora, el frio no se apiada de mí. No quiero bajar los pies del sillón, por temor a sentir más frio… Lo único que me ayuda a no morir de hipotermia en mi propia casa, es la salamandra, con suficiente leña para no tener que ir por más.
Si miro hacia afuera me deprimo al instante. Lo gris de mi cielo, lo oscuro y opaco que se ve mi campo… hasta mi cálido mar parece hielo ahora ¿Qué más ha de verse triste para que las nubes sigan su rumbo y me dejen en paz?... Que se le va hacer. Mis climas son así.
Desde la cocina se oía el pitido de mi tetera. Podría tomar un té, pero mis pensamientos no me dejan quitar la vista de la ventana. Estoy triste…
Extraño… como extraño mi sol… y mis estrellas, todo. Ellas brillan, pero mi sol… el no solo brilla, me da
Where I'm FromWhere I'm FromWhere I'm From3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.
I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.
I'm from the screaming,
The horrifying threats that awaited me at home
From my intimidating mother.
I am from the green Toyota,
That was sold for money to pay the bills.
I'm from covering my ears,
From closing my eyes,
Wishing this was all a dream.
I am from those moments
All the cherished memories fading away
Blown away in the fall wind.
Peeling An OrangePeeling An Orange10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
There is an art to peeling an orange.
If you happen to get one of the ones with a very thin skin, it can become much more of a challenge. You have to dig a nail into the orange armour, cutting it just enough to get through and get a grip, but not far enough to pierce the soft flesh underneath. If you're unlucky and cut too strongly, you'll go through and get a thumbful of juice squirting into your eyes as a reward.
Of course, if you're too timid you'll never get all the way in, and you'll peel of layer after paper-thin layer of pitted orange pith without ever truly getting to the heart of the matter.
Yes, there is an art to peeling an orange, an art to sliding in at just the right angle and not smashing it to pieces or glancing off it without truly penetrating. There is an art to timing things correctly, to opening the orange at the right stage, and watching it ripen before you approach and make your entry
Original Character Meme thingAAAAAHHHH!!!!Original Character Meme thing2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Choose 12 original characters NOW!
1) Louie (Hetalia OC)
3) Ruka the Circus Monster on Enbizaka(CreepyPasta OC)
4) Helen (CreepyPasta OC)
5) Seventh Me (CreepyPasta OC)
7) Potato Katt
8) Steve da Cow
12) Skritz (Homestuck fantroll)
1. 12 has a burning question that you must address! What is it, and how do you respond?
Skritz: GIVE ME A NEW SHIRT
2) 7 and 3 become partners in crime! What's their business, and does it succeed?
Against Potato Katt's will, killing potatoes with scissors. It doesn't succeed because there are problems with their relationship...
3) 6, 1, and 9 are attacked by a MOTHERFUCKIN' SHAAAAARK! What the hell happens???
AbsolBakura does dark, Louie hits it with her bat, and Renfield just laughs... Enjoying the whole thing.
4) 8 beat up 11's mom! WHY HE/SHE DO DAT?!
Steve: Wha- Whaaaat? Why would I do that?! ;-;
Jay: My mom is already dead...
5) 2 died by overdosing on cabbage. 10 holds a fune
Am I mad?Am I mad?Am I mad?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I mad for hating my kind?
That slaughtered and tortured their own?
Am I mad for loving what's unloved?
The Earth the Sky the Moon the Sun?
Am I mad for being sad?
When everyone else smiles at what's done?
Am I mad for following the truth?
That's been hidden from us for so long?
Am I mad for seeking knowledge?
That's not what other want me to know?
Am I mad for doing what is right?
When everyone else is commit wrong?
If I am not mad why oh why do you think so?
If I am not mad then why am I shunned?
Why am I harrassed?
Why am I taught?
To care and to love,
To respect and honor,
To do the oppisite of what you do?
Why oh why do you think so?
Mr. Mad Hatter?
A Moment Of LoveA Moment Of Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Moment Of Love
This is a perfect chance of weakness to finally tell you that this isn't just a crush
It's not all about lust; I've always wanted to confess to you that I care about you so much
I apologize for being hesitant all of the time; it's just very hard to say you're my one true love
I yearned to say it out loud, but the words couldn't escape my mouth, that's what my fear does
I tried to say it to you in every lucid dream, that's how strong these feelings are
And I found myself waking up to tears of joy, because a true sense of hope is in my heart
I want to win you over
And I will never give up
Because you make the dark brighter
And you're always there no matter what
Every time you smile at me, it makes my day
Every time you laugh with me, it completes my night
Every time you speak to me, my problems fade away
Every time you're with me, it betters this hopeless life
You've done a lot for me that you don't even know about
Like when you told me that I was never alone
Who needs friends?Who needs friends?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A good enemy is better than a best friend
A good enemy can't betray
A good enemy won't go away
A good enemy will be there at the end
A best friend will fail
A best friend tells you what to think
A best fiend pushes you to the brink
A best friend will bail
A good enemy pushes you forward
A good enemy tests your steel
A good enemy makes you real
A good enemy seeks no reward
A best friend makes demands
A best friend always judges
A best fiend holds grudges
A best friend won't withstand
With an enemy you know they hate you
With a friend you are not sure
To an enemy you can be true
When they run you through
It won't be from behind
A friend won't just let it end
Tell you they never liked you
Every story you tell they bend
Every wound you mend
They inflict two more
With enemies like these who needs friends
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
O Little Black DuckO Little Black DuckO Little Black Duck4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little black duck lost in the sea
You seem so far away from me
Where,o where, could your flock be?
Maybe they've left you, little black duck
Or you're the only one with some luck
So tell me why you still possess such pluck?
The sea churns,the tide turns, the salt burns
Those are nothing to that little black bird
Who keeps staying afloat , not at all stirred
Perhaps,From the little black duck there is a lesson to learn
Dear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate YouDear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate You10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I hate yaoi fangirls, and I am one.
You may be looking at me with tears in your eyes right now and saying, "Why Chopstick... why?!"
Well, I'm gonna tell you why.
1. You're just writing about them because they're hot.
Let's just forget that they hated each other in the game. Let's completely forget that both of them were completely straight and had loving girlfriends in the anime. And heaven forbid I bring up the idea that they were really "just friends" in the manga. I'm not really bitching about drabbles or crackfics so much as I am the fifty-page-long epics that completely ignore canon.
AND I MEAN COMPLETELY.
Rinoa was just so whiny and Squall and Seifer were just SO KAWAII, you HAD to kill her or maim her or turn her into a ditzy bitch that Squall despised. I hated her too, you know, but I'm not willing to actually sit down and write her out of the picture in such an abrupt and unlikely way it could be considered a cop-out. For gods' sake, have pride in w