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Sin vuelta atrasCuando despertó, descubrió que había ganado el avión presidencial. El descubrimiento no fue de golpe como podría esperarse, sino lento y paulatino. Igual que el retorno a la consciencia.Como cada mañana se levantó más dormido que despierto. Prendió la cafetera y el televisor antes de meterse a bañar. El sonido de la regadera ahogó el parloteó familiar del noticiero, pero no es como si le prestara atención. Solo quería llenar con algo, lo que fuera, el silencio matutino que perduraba, igual que la cama fría, desde el divorcio.Es por eso que le había comprado el boleto a Rosita. No porque creyera, o quisiera, la posibilidad de ganarse el avión. Dios me libre, pensó en ese momento. No, lo compró con la esperanza de llevarla a la cama. Dígase, lo compró por caliente y pendejo.Cuando Rosita llegó a ofrecerle el boleto lo hizo con ojos llorosos, el escote ligeramente abierto y descansó la mano sobre su antebrazo. La pobre lo había adquirido urgida por su madre y ahora no tenían ni para la despensa de la semana. “Hay que ayudarle al señor presidente,” arremedó la maestra de derecho con voz chillona. Bajo otras circunstancias le hubiera tocado la canción más triste del mundo. La traía en el teléfono como respuesta a los cuentos y pretextos de sus alumnos cuando querían una extensión o mejor calificación. Pero en ese momento, entre el deseo de impresionarla y de esconder su creciente erección, saco el dinero y tomo el cachito.La verdad, ya ni se acordaba de haberlo pagado cuando tomó la cafetera. No lo recordó cuando creyó escuchar su nombre, que en la usual cadencia del presidente, era casi irreconocible. No. Lo recordó al verse en la pantalla y escupir el café. Entre fanfarrias apareció una foto suya con cara de baboso en un recuadro junto a López Obrador y la leyenda: ‘Se ganó el avión’.−Me lleva la chingada…*El teléfono no dejaba de sonar.Parte de las llamadas pertenecían a sus amigos y parientes, que mitad en broma y mitad en serio le preguntaban que cuando los llevaba a dar una vuelta en su nuevo avión. Hasta su ex, con voz melosa, le marcó. E igual lo hizo Rosita. Ambas llamaron para felicitarlo. A la primera la mando a la chingada sin pensarlo, con la segunda requirió toda su fuerza de voluntad para agradecerle en lugar de mentarle su… querida madre. Ayudó pensar que quizás se animaría a estrenar con él la suite presidencial. Sí, seguro.El resto se dividía entre periodistas, que como buitres ya comenzaban a rondarlo en busca de una declaración y la historia de su miserable vida, y estafadores, que trataban de venderle cuanta cosa se le hubiera o no ocurrido fuera a necesitar un avión… desde dados para el parabrisas hasta seguros de daños a terceros. Incluso intentaron extorsionarlo un par de veces.Ya había decidido no contestar más cuando un número oficial llamó su atención. Suspiró.Era Jiménez Espriú, secretario de Comunicaciones y Transportes, que con voz apesadumbrada lo felicitó por ganar la rifa y lo citó para la ceremonia de entrega en tres días. Como si fuera llamada por cobrar, el secretario colgó cuando intentó decirle que no quería el avión.Tampoco le preguntó como llegaría a la ceremonia.*No debió preocuparse por la transportación. Temprano por la mañana una camioneta de la Guardia Nacional pasó por él.Cual si fuera el Chapo le ordenaron que se alistara. Solo le dieron tiempo de ducharse y vestirse. Para cuando estuvo listo ya los gendarmes se habían acabado el café y la mitad de la nevera.Arriba del vehículo lo sentaron entre dos policías con rifles de asalto y caras de pocos amigos. El de la derecha se mantuvo en silencio, toda emoción oculta detrás de barba y lentes oscuros. El de la izquierda le ofreció un chicle y le dio una palmada en el hombro.−No te agüites, solo es pa’ la foto.Él lo sabía. Igual que en la antigua Roma o en los tiempos del viejo PRI, la cuestión era panem et circenses. O sea, pan y circo. Su preocupación era que iban a arrojarlo a los leones en televisión nacional.*Horas más tarde, cuando bajo de la camioneta y las cámaras lo rodearon, se sintió más como criminal fotografiado para calmar a las masas que como invitado de honor rodeado de su escolta.A unos metros de distancia le esperaban la tarima y el podio. Y el señor presidente. Una vez que estuviera ahí ya no habría vuelta atrás. Buscó una forma de desembarazarse de aquella incómoda situación, pero se le adelanto Jiménez Espriú. Reconoció al secretario por sus entrevistas, incluida aquella donde dijo que rifar el avión era una ocurrencia, claro, de inmediato dio reversa al enterarse que la ‘ocurrencia’ la había tenido su jefe.El hombre le tendió la mano.−Sabe, realmente no necesitamos hacer esto. Quédense con el avión. Yo ni lo necesito− dijo entre dientes mientras tomaba la mano del secretario.−Callese y aguantase− murmuró el político apretándole la mano y sin dejar de sonreírle a las cámaras−, el presidente espera.*El resto de la ceremonia fue como había imaginado: el presidente dio un discurso sobre los beneficios de la cuarta transformación y los males del neoliberalismo, mismo que debiendo durar veinte minutos se extendió más de la hora. Aburrido y cansado, se enfocó en imaginar el tipo de comerciales que se podrían acomodar en las pausas presidenciales. Y cuánto podrían cobrar por ellos.Un sonoro aplauso lo sacó de sus cavilaciones. El presidente lo señaló e instó a acompañarlo. Se había perdido el momento donde lo pronunciaban el ganador oficial frente a la nación.Se acercó temblando. Parte eran los nervios escénicos, mismos que debería haber abandonado tras años de docencia, el resto era la sensación de estar acorralado. Le dio la mano al presidente y este le dio un abrazó.−Con esto… salvas… a Méxi… a México.−Me alegra servir a mi país, señor presidente. Y en ese espíritu creo que debería donarlo nuevamente a la nación.López Obrador le dio un par de palmadas en el pecho mientras reía.−Qué… gra… cioso− miró a los reporteros− así… queremos… más… mexicanos. No… fifis. Tu… disfruta… tu premio.Y con eso supo que se lo había llegado la chingada.*Calculó que sus cinco minutos de fama durarían un par de semanas. Después vendría el infierno. Como siempre, se equivocó. El infierno no espera turno.No bien se separó del presidente cuando Televisa le propuso un documental sobre su vida y Azteca un reality. Se imagino en la ‘Rosa de Guadalupe’ con el viento soplándole y les dijo no a ambos. Cuando se enteró de las deudas que, a pesar de la condonación de impuestos por el SAT, ya arrastraba el avión se tuvo que comer sus palabras y decirles que sí.*Su abogado y ex-cuñado le informó que las cláusulas de ambos contratos eran más que justas… él consideró que, igual que en su divorcio, eran más bien Salomónicas, y él era el niño a repartir entre las dos voraces madres. Otra vez. Tomo nota: cambiar de abogado.*−No lo puedo vender, rentar, ni siquiera volar, de que me sirve esta…− la pierna de Rosita contra la suya lo interrumpió.−Amor, el problema es que solo ves un avión− la maestra y abogada se sentó encima de él− y olvidas que México está cimentado en lagunas legales.*Dos meses de filmaciones, una docena de amparos, un traslado histórico y varias modificaciones más tarde, los dos disfrutaban de su nuevo apartamento de lujo.Y fue Rosita quien lo hizo posible.Con los ratings por los cielos, convenció a las televisoras de alejar a los acreedores. Del resto se encargaba la ley.Con trabajo hondureño convirtió el avión en un inmueble, y solo requirió arrancarle las alas y las llantas. Y… mucho papeleo.Copa en mano observó su nuevo jardín. Sabía que los acreedores no se rendirían y seguido le hablaban de la oficina del presidente para pedir el avión de vuelta. Ambos podían irse a chingar su madre. Este era su nuevo hogar. Ya no había vuelta atrás.
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As the cold air rushed past me, I found myself next to him. Takashi, a good friend of mine who had always been there for me. He would always be over at my house playing video games or helping me with dinner. But a few months ago something happened. I fell in love. I always knew the one for me was nearby, but I never knew it would be him. But for we both were men and I knew that that wouldn't work. As I sighed, I felt his hand on my head. My heart skipped a beat.
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       As I so often did, I had ridden my bike halfway around the sizable gravel subdivision that made up our neighborhood. The area was still undeveloped, and small stretches of forest were wedged between most of the houses that had been built. I recall at that age how much I enjoyed abandoning the civilization that didn't understand me and going off to amuse myself with building small forts in those woodsy areas.
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NIGHTMARE
Twisting, turning
Stomach churning
Flesh is burning
Lids doth droop
And frights do swoop
Down to tear and rip apart
Gouge out eyes, consume the heart
A thousand watching eyes do leer
Tasting your delicious fear,
Searing pain, and agony
Delighted demons doeth see
And lick forked tongues across sharp fangs
Tightened chains do coil and clang
You run, you run, but far too slow
There's soon nowhere to hide, to go
Confusion doth sweep across your face
Time, events, going too fast a pace
Demented forces laugh in glee
A petrifying symphony
Eyes do then open, free from sleep
And head in hands, you begin to weep
Thus brings a stop to sleepless sorrow
Then voices screech, "SEE YOU TOMORROW!!"
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Blind
Blind
The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.
It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.
Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle
The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are cool to the touch.
A dappled canvas, a familiar love.
If you can't see the color it doesn't make you blind.
It just means you need someone to show you with their eyes.
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Everyone Can Be Broken
How completely your life can change
Until who you were seems like a story -
Some twistedly unhappy fairytale.
There are truly good people in the world
But it's my belief that everyone can be broken
And the sickness in me wants to prove it -
Leave no one unscarred…
Perhaps people so rarely ask for help because they forget they need it.
You've been in this room a hundred times
But do you know how many bars there are on the windows?
How many times have you cried
Truly
With no one watching?
About as many times as you've stared at your palm
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The Seer
I am the master of dreams, the seer in the dark, I am not seen yet all know me, they cannot recall me.
I am the darkness of the shadows, none shall remember me but I shall remember all.
I am the seer in the dark, I puppeteer from afar, master of subtlety, surveyor of manipulation.
When I have left, none shall remember me, though I will live on in the actions that I took.
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Everlasting.
Rain washes away yesterday,
The cold breeze numbs today,
Drains flood with memories.
"I've spent days waiting. 'Meet you here, in this spot, at exactly 12o'clock, request a table for two and wait for my arrival.' I've followed your instructions very precisely. So why is it your absence remains the tangible truth?"
A full moon illuminates the skies,
Eerie echoes engulf echoing entities.
This is only the beginning.
"One minute morphs into another, these hours spent waiting seem to have turned more so into days. Like a broken record waiting to be set straight, this has become my current life. Maybe I'll wait just one more moment."
Voices drown whispers,
Tears crash in somber lighting.
Can you hear me yet?
"Sitting alone drags the conversation in circles. Your touch still remains invisible to my skin, your voice remains inaudible, and naturally your scent is impossible for a bloodhound's nose to seek out in this distance."
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Running out of breath.
I can
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Sweet Temptation.
Dance as the colors fade,
Watch as the stars waltz,
Magic consumed the dark forest,
Where snow lay frigged beneath bare souls.
Passing through like a lost traveler,
Wandering deeper than any thought ever has,
A storm shattered the fairy tale's spell.
Hidden trails resurfaced.
Eyes opened with a force unknown.
Darkness turned pale.
Surroundings took the form of familiarity.
A ray of sunshine, in these graphite engravings
Painted a path leading to nowhere.
Shadows danced as streetlights set the stage.
Welcome to my dreams.
A single tear escaped in the form of misery.
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The cold breeze numbed today.
Drains flooded with memories.
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Fears disintegrated in promises left by the untold.
Return to the scene of the crime.
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Disguising and following footsteps.
Neighborhood animals paced frantically,
Searching for a place to hide.
Nightmares become the dream,
That became the reality.
Walk the ocean,
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I watched it happen. I could see it. I could feel it. I could hear it.
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'Let's Be Honest' Character Meme
THE "LET'S BE HONEST..." CHARACTER MEME
Okay, let's be honest: a lot of our characters are a little too perfect. We want to create believable characters but we just can't bring ourselves to let them be human. Many authors give their characters "flaws" like clumsiness, stubborness, and rebelliousness, which are not actually flaws but endearing or admirable qualities. Even worse, some make their character's main flaw a guilt trip for something they didn't even do. Real people aren't like that!
This meme is designed to test your character against common flaws of human nature. If your character scores too well, you might want to consider incorporating a few uglier characteristics to round them out. You could also defend them and remain unswayed (they are your characters after all) but statistics show that the majority of people have these flaws. If you're willing to take the challenge, pick one or two characters and see how they score!
RULES:
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Feliciano picked at unseen lint on his shirt. His body shook with fear. He was afraid that Orazio might have noticed the shaking, but he refused to look up, unwilling to meet the cold violet eyes.
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I know a lot of you likely don't care much what some writing group does with its time. However...

For those of you lovelies who DO care...

First off, hello! You get a choice.

This choice is essentially suggesting what you'd like to happen to this community. This is one of the largest (if not the largest) writing community on dA. That said, it is also in a sad state of affairs (it's like a DMV of literature). I'd like to fix that and do things and follow the many opportunities such a large community allows for. However, that requires a bit of help from you kind folks.

So... if you have an idea, comment below. I would honestly like to know what you want to see. This is one of three large communities I run and I do almost nothing for this one, which seems unfair.

Note the group if you're shy about your idea lol~

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Alright, I did this out of popular demand. I guess. It's probably much easier to say that I'm tired and need something to do, but popular demand sounds so much cleaner, doesn't it? Whatever. Anyways... as for one of the first images of a halfway decently used journal, let's see one of the best poets I've had the opportunity of seeing and talking with. Cheers~

SO! JC-Solis01 was the obvious choice for this; the guy is a great poet who writes other stuff (I think I saw a Pokémon story or something. Anyways.

What caught my eye was this poem here: fav.me/d9xbwsl

"Remember Me By". Even the title just shouts exactly what you want to see in an emotional poem. I saw this and sort of fell in love with the work, and while nothing has really matched this yet for me, it's still quite... wonderful. Poetry is, by many standards, a sort of window into a person's mind; you can see what they're thinking, what worries them, what they love and what they hate.

I encourage you all to check this guy out, even if it's just to decide whether or not he sticks. He's a great guy (based on the couple of conversations I've had with him over the months) and... yeah, I have nothing to support this "and" statement, so watch me fumble and fall!

Anyhow. Hope this is what you guys meant by "Artist Features". If not, feel free to yell at me with some very stern and probably capital letters in the comments.

Cheers, lads.

~XeruFury
Why hello there! You might remember me from the journal originally made by Kero (who should not have written stories in the journals). I am the co-owner of the group who has been running it pretty well (I hope) recently. However, more recently, the original owner (Montalve) has granted me enough powers to successfully run the group to an active point.

SO! I'm here to stay and I'll be trying to rejuvenate this group much like I did with my bigger group, DA-Gamers. So, before I do anything else, let me just ask a simple question.

What do you want to see in the group? Writing competitions, perhaps? Roleplay of some sort (not a huge fan, but hey, most of what cycles through is bloody fan fic, so...)

Any ideas would be appreciated. Comment below or note the group or whatever with your ideas ^_^
Hello folks, I'm a new Co-founder here and I just thought I should pop in to tell you how I'm going to fix this group up, hmm? I've done this before (see: DA-Gamers) successfully, and I daresay this group is worse than the last one, as far as current shape goes. Right.

Things to avoid if you'd like to stay in the group...
:bulletred: Advertising in our comments
:bulletred: Disrespecting owners
:bulletred: Breaking current standing rules (such as submitting stories as Journals)
:bulletred: Avoiding the usage of common sense

If there are any questions, please, feel free to ask, I will answer via comment on THIS journal. I'm gonna make the group... better.

~XeruFury
Thanks for letting me knmow, sorry for taking so long in fixing the situation with Full Stories (short stories had been fixed for a while)

Considering the folders are full, they are closed and a new one with the name of either "Full Stories 2" and "Short Stories 2" have been created so the stories have a new place.

Have fun and happy writing.
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Buvium Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2021  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for opening the gates to let me into your group!
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Hi there, just checking to see if this group is active anymore?
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It won't let me submit. Any idea why? 
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So I just join in hopes of getting criticism on my writing is anyone willing to look over the Anime-like story I've posted recently?
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maid-in-roses Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2020  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello! I write age gap erotic stories

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I hope you like it 💕
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nyshoxthe1 Featured By Owner May 22, 2020  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Is this group still active?
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Thanks for the acceptance
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For anyone looking for writers, i offer cheap writing commissions
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Thanks a ton for accepting me. :aww: 
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Willfire-Z-Tiger Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey is there somewhere I can put my script fanfiction? 
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authenticity11 Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2019
how the hell are you supposed to communicate with other group members in this?
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jazz316 Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2019
Hello Everyone. Allow me to give you an update here. I just updated my Patreon and would appreciate any support to help with life and it would greatly benefit to having more Artwork made to share with you all. Alot of my works compose of Comics, Character Ref's and pics along with Scenes that represent the stories I am creating. My works comprise of Disney Fanfictions and Crossovers along with a few other stories that based on my other passions which are video games and some original works as well. 
New Updates for my PatreonHello Everyone. I just made some new updates to my Patreon. And I wanted to give you all a brief on what it is I am offering upon on along with what I am having made. 
I am having Character Pics and Refs made to represent major characters in my stories. I am creating scenes that have or will happen in all my stories. And the Top works I am doing is Comics based upon all my chapters.
All these works focus entirely upon every story I am currently making along with some in the future.  The Art I currently am having made right now focus mostly on my three top stories "The Wolf Child" "Upbringing Among Merwolves" and "TLOS and the Dragon Samurai"
If any of you wish to come support me. All your support goes to helping me fund more art for the future along with support me in my life as having just bought a major home I need all the help I can get. 
Here are my List of Rewards for my Patreon
$1 Reward- Will allow you to see all completed Artworks long before they will appear on
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TemporarilyHeather Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2019
thanks for accepting me into the group!
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SadPeepz Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2018
Thanks for letting me join! I'm not really sure how deviantart groups work but this seems like a new and fun experience :')
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FlyingFox317 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for allowing me to join. I'm sure this will be a pleasurable experience and just one of the big steps into my writing career.
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JammyLittleSod Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2018
Hey, thanks for letting me join! I am a dummy!  
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FunStorytimeStudios Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2018  Professional Traditional Artist
Looking for a new writing/art group to join? Then come and check out The-Art-Connection!


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Peanutcat12 Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Is this group dead now? Because my submissions have expired.
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Peanutcat12 Featured By Owner Edited Jan 30, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
my submissions have expired again indicating that this group is now dead. 
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Peanutcat12 Featured By Owner Edited Jan 23, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
the founder's recent activities are from 3 weeks ago and all three contributors haven't been active in a year. I will submit again and if they expire again I'll take that as a sign that this group is dead.
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