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Ser HumanoTenemos que comer polvo, y escarbar por las peores porquerías de nuestras recónditas entrañas, exponerlas y mofarnos de ellas.
Saborear el dulce y creciente enjambre de la tristeza, esa que me encalambra las manos y a veces el corazón, y que todo lo vuelve lento, pálido, azul. Verlo desde afuera, sentirlo desde adentro y llorarlo en el medio.
Regocijarnos en las tempestades espirituales de la iracundia, dejar que salpique y empape nuestro débil ser, pero no permitir que permee nuestra sublime esencia y su utópico estado ascético.
Y examinar, sin dejar de sentir y disfrutar la endomórfica felicidad.
Y entonces, ser humanos.
Reverberacia EspiritualAl principio era solo un pequeño corte. Con el tiempo, pesado de tantas ilusiones y vagos pensamientos, esa diminuta marca se dilataba, al ritmo de cada respiración. Se sentía bien. Y entonces, como si la cortada tuviera voluntad propia, y alimentándose del tiempo que consume y crea, ésta empezó a sangrar estrellitas de un blanco brillante, que me perseguían de día y de noche, y que por supuesto estaban por todas partes.
Era un firmamento, salpicado de brillantes y diminutos destellos flotantes. Ahora era una herida general, casi no había lugar que no estuviera marcado, no se distinguía pues que aquel universo yacía entre profundas y deliciosas zanjas.
Pero el universo se expande y la sangre se agota, y si la hoja no punza aquél ser ora enajenado ora extasiado, desfallece y lentamente muere. Pero, antes de morir hace un recorrido por su sangre, ya seca y por sus ideas y vagos recuerdos casi inexistentes, y gastados de tanto se
Sombras..Sombras... solo sombras que se alejan y regresan, y que raramente ejercen algún sentimiento dentro de mi... pero, las sombras no me inquietan, me inquieta la luz que las proyecta; esa luz me inquieta y me molesta, pues gracias a esta solo sombras puedo ver... me gustaría acercarme pero estoy atada, y la misteriosa luz es cada vez mas fuerte y lentamente me enceguece... cierro mis ojos para poder descansar, y así fuerzas tomar para después volverlo a intentar...
Dark!N.ItalyxReader: An obsessive-compulsive loveDark! N. Italy x Reader: An obsessive-compulsive love
He loves you too much…
He wants you to call for his name all the time…
He wants to see you everyday…
He wants to touch your (s/c) soft skin…
He is obsessed with you…
Time is ticking… One second, two seconds, three seconds… Every second counts. Where are you? You said you would come by 7:30 PM. But, what time is it? You are already five minutes late. He gets agitated when you get late. What if you forgot that you will be meeting him tonight? Whoever is making you late will bring them to their graves. They have no right to steal you from him. You only belong to him and you are oblivious of that. You only see him as like a brother to you. Feliciano Vargas was your best friend since high school and you two graduated together from the same college with the same course.
Feliciano is a cheery male and tends to depend on you all the time. He would cook his fa
Graduation DayGraduation Day
Choose your gender
You are a cadet for a secret agent training program and today you graduate. But instead of a ceremony, you and the other cadets in your program have been called to a meeting room where you find your instructor, Agent Grant. He is a tall debonair man, around his mid-forties, dressed neatly in a navy blue men’s suit.
The surprise meeting left you no time to change into your uniform and you feel somewhat embarrassed at first until you notice that your colleagues are also in casual clothes. Across the room you notice your friends Jade and Zack.
Jade winks at you with her alluring green eyes and smiles playfully. She is wearing a snug black polo shirt with the collar popped, a sandy brown knit sweater tied around her neck, and skin tight blue jeans tucked into a pair of brown leather boots. You always admired how she could look so stunning even in her casual clothes.
Next you look over to Zack who stands in stark con
Rescue Red [Night Thief]
Red stood at the water's edge. Only two inches from her toes there lay a ten foot ledge that felt as if it were hundreds of free-falling miles down. Cold, icy waves splashed against the concrete. A man stood behind her, breathing down her neck. He was tall, round, and wide, and his hands were clenched in fists. He was squeezing his hands tighter together, and then releasing his fingers. It was in a rhythm that resembled a heart-beat. "I've got my eye on you." He muttered. Red stood up-right, while the wind blew her skirt around her in a frenzy. Her eyes were unflinching, and she was staring into the distant, moon-lit horizon. It was as if she didn't hear his voice. "I'm going to ravish your body, I have a lust for you that can't be satisfied. No amount of your helplessness will be enough for me, I crave your vulnerability. I want to do things to you that you have no control over." He murdered in her ear, low and soft. Behind his voice there was a strong desire to harm, a desire
Alice Of Nightmaren Sacrifice Updated - 1st Alice
Alice of Nightmaren Sacrifice
Chapter I – A normal day
The Sun shone bright as it's soft light warmed up all of that was the Land of Nightopia. The grass danced to the rhythm of the wind, and the little Nightopians opened their little house's windows. Yes... Another peaceful morning in the land of dreams... No cloud was in the sky, no dreamers were around, and no Nightmaren were to be seen. Nightopians were shy creatures, and they rarely, almost never left their little homes if someone was around.
Experience had taught them that some of the dreamers weren’t as gentle and kind as they appeared to be, and that Nightmaren should be avoided as much as possible. Not that all of them were bad, but it was better not to take any risks, all those Nightopians knew that some Nightmaren really enjoyed eating Nightopian meat for breakfast…
At that time, all of the Nightopians were outside their homes, doing their daily chores while playing cheerfully, unt
Smtry's Childhood (canon story) chap 1Chapter 1
"It Must Be a Dream"
Yet another day… A day after my 5th birthday… But I don't see the difference anyway,
This day started precisely like the day yesterday, I woke up of hearing that my parents
was jelling on each other again. (I don’t like to hear them jelling on each other)
I heard a big SMACK! and that dad walked with angry steps out from the room, then I heard the car engine started and derived away. I got up from my bed and walked out from my room to find mom.
Smtry: MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?
Mom: … I’m here Smtry…
I follow where the voice was coming from until I feel moms back, she where rising up from the floor. I grabbed her hand and tried to help mom up on feet too.
Smtry: Mom, are you okay?
Mom: Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me...
We walked down the stairs and in to the living room.
Smtry: Mom, why where you and dad jelli
MCD ExcerptExcerpt From Chapter Three
Hands fighting for control. Fluids spraying everywhere. The sounds of bones cracking and snapping. They overwhelmed his senses. He only knew what his mind could think of in the moments he had.
Humans as a race had survived for a reason: They learned. It wasn’t new to know that what one generation had learned, was passed on to the next to better them. Those who do not understand history are doomed to repeat it, right?
But there is no known record of having to fight off those who had lived and died. There was no way to know what steps to take, nor were there warnings to ward off the dead and keep them from rising. This was new. This was history.
Frankly, Sebastian didn’t want to be making history. At least, not in this way, pinned beneath a swarm of grabbing hands and snapping teeth. He’d only lost sight of the black combat boots for a second. Then the next second he was dodging snapping jaws and getting dragged dow
Avenging AuraHis footsteps echoed off the hard, black pavement, running, always running from them. “Chase, please come back. We’re not going to hurt you. We just need to talk to you.” They called his name, but he wasn’t stupid enough to believe them. They would kill him the second they caught him, which is why he could never look back, why he had to keep running. So they could never catch him, so they could never completely kill his and Aura’s love.
“I have to keep going for Aura. I’m coming for you,” he told himself. It was the only way to keep himself going, to think of her. Her pale blonde hair that fell just above her waist, her soft, blue-green eyes that shone with an angelic shine, and her silky smooth pale cream skin. Yes, think of her. God, baby, I miss you. He turned down a dark alleyway and hid behind a dumpster.
“Where’d he go?” One of them said, looking around the alleyway confused. “Come out, Chase I know you
04 - Dark04 - Dark.
The streets that night were deserted: only bad people came out after the hours of one o'clock here, that or their victims, and by the time three o'clock rolled by, they were mostly gone.
But this particular street was a ghost town even at peak times: a little piece of London that seemed only to lie dormant.
Neon signs from either side of the street, now flashing erratically in their age, didn't so much illuminate the pavement as give it a sickly pink or green hue that mixed with the dull concrete to create the look of some fine film of mould, forming over the cracked pavement, or in the few puddles spattered here and there, where the colours from the various signs mixed in a nauseating ripple effect.
Moonlight didn't penetrate the cloud, nor did stars glow in the polluted night sky, but the light from sodium lamps further down the street and across the city cast a uniform, lifeless orange glow across the sky, giving the sky itself an almost luminous quality.
In the dis
The Birthday of Tim.It was Tim’s seventh birthday that day. I still remember it well. Tim was a wonderful child. He was an adorable grey furred cat. He was short and a little thin, like most healthy boys his age. He always knew what to say to make people happy.
Tim’s seventh birthday was something special to him. His mother, a great friend of mine, had rented out part of the local ice-cream place. It was lovingly called “The ice-cream bar” since it was built inside a building that once held the local watering hole.
There weren’t too many people in the party. Tim’s mother was a single mom, she didn’t have a man with her. I was there, of course. I helped decorate the banners and put a nice present onto the pile of presents we had for the little boy.
A few of his friends were there. All little, giddy children. They were running around, laughing and playing as kids do. The area that had not been rented by the birthday boy’s parent was full of glum-looking adults
RojosSueños rojos, sangre son. Sangran mis cerrados ojos un torbellino de imágenes cortantes que hieren mis agotadas pupilas, y tiñen de rojo todo mi ser.
La luz a veces destroza más que la oscuridad. Enjambre de ideas. Remolino abstracto, inteligible solo para mí, ahora una verdad punzante que oscurece la que fue luz y ahora oscuridad.
Y entonces abogo por la calma, anhelo las seguras tinieblas del pasado. En un intento desesperado cierro mis raídas ventanas, un halito carmesí cubre el lugar. Mi lugar. Retorna la nunca obtenida tranquilidad, lo que se parece a ella. Despierto. Y una cálida luz me hace parpadear.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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