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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.
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...
Seven devilsThe city was crumbling all around me.
My naked feet were guided over the sharp shards of broken stone and smoldering pieces of wood. I stumbled my way through the suffocating crowd. My skirt was torn and my forehead was drenched in sweat as I waded through the pulling tide.
The city was slowly burning down all around me.
The kingdom army were too busy trying to extinguish the fires to acknowledge me. The townsfolk were in a too deep state of shock to pay attention to me. My naked feet were guided over the rubble towards the castle without anyone even noticing me.
Sneaking into the castle had never been that easy. A deep crack in the mound was just wide enough for me to squeeze through, and everything after that was just a walk in the park. Quite literally.
I did not need guidance through the castles many hallways, but that did not mean I was not still egged on. Fire followed my trail, and the ground trembled beneath my naked feet. My throat was burning from the thick smoke surrounding
The Last VisitorThe Last Visitor-By: James T. Grant
It was 1745, as an old man lay in his death bed. He feared death. He wanted to live a few more years. But his decrepit old age, was not allowing it. One by one his friends and family said their final farewells. And when they left, a stranger walked into the room. The stranger, who's face was masked by the shadows, pulls a chair up near his bed. The stranger then took a seat.
The old man asked, "Do I know you?".
"All too well," replied the stranger.
"Who are you?"
"Please don't take me! Please have mercy!"
"I am mercy. Your age is hurting you every single minute. And I'm here to end your suffering."
The old man, condescendingly said, "Help me? Help me? Your coming has done nothing, but make my life worse! I've been too afraid to leave my house for the past fifty years. I've missed many years of my life, because of my fear of you."
In a fit of rage, death stood and said, "NO!!! You've missed many years of your life because you let your fea
Unexpected point of viewIt was another day of my terrible torment. The beast in front of me stared at me with its big yellow eyes then crouched down while I fell to the ground below. Remaining motionless was a wasted effort for the monster would soon descend upon me with its claws at the ready. I waited as we had our normal routine of a staring contest, I however could not look away even if I wanted to, I was bound to tightly and feared that if I was undone the monster in front of me would end the hopes I had to live for another day.
Time began to slow, for I knew that the beast in front of me would strike with its claws and smack me around like a toy. The moment came and I was tossed into the wall. Rolling I tried to make my escape to a nearby area I knew the monster could not reach, but it was in vain for the monster grabbed hold of my again that used it’s back legs and dug into me with great malice. I wanted to cry out in pain and to fight back but I lacked both the ability and might to do so. All I
Creepy pasta Heartless ManThe Heartless Man
My name is Mike.
I've lived in a small but crowded town all of my life.
As a child I dreamt of achieving greatness.
I tried my best in school.
And eventually after years of continuous work and studying I graduated at the top of my class.
I got a job as a cop, an apartment, a lover, and even possessed the idea of having a family.
Nonetheless everything was going superb.
Except this one day of my life, December 12, 2009 everything went wrong.
Now I will take you back 2 months from that date to when this all started.
It all started when a buddy of mine [NAME REMOVED FOR FAMILY'S SAKE] was murdered.There was something abnormal about his murder, it was as if his heart was taken from his chest without any visible ways of it being removed. After the first murder the cases kept coming in with the same description with the heart being removed with no physical damage to the body. The murders just kept coming in and no one knew who or what was doing this.The final murder total c
Duch VianocNa mesto padal sneh. Drobné, biele chumáčiky zimy sa trblietali vo vzduchu. Boli Vianoce, znovu. Ale v inom meste, v tisícke iných miest, ktorými Anjel prešiel v snahe niekoho nájsť.
„Už viem prečo majú Eskimáci toľko slov pre sneh,“ zahundral si rozmrzene, brodiac sa ľadovou kašou ulíc Barcelony, zatiaľ čo si z pliec striasal ostré kryštáliky z Wroclawu. Chystal sa obdarovať niekoho, komu duch Vianoc nič nehovorí. Alebo možno aj hovorí, pomyslel si pri spomienke na zlatú mašľu zaviazanú nakrivo. Tak či tak, nedarilo sa mu.
Navštívil tie najbezútešnejšie miesta sveta, a predsa nenašiel nikoho ochotného upísať svoju dušu krvou. Ale minulý rok ho niekto volal, nie? Aj keď boli Vianoce. Če
Chapter TwoSo there I was sitting in the head teacher’s room waiting for the shouting to commence. The head master wasn't in the room he was probably being filled in on the over-exaggerated tale from the class teacher. Even the professors here hate me. The door knob turned, the door creaks in its frame and in walks Fennick. I jumped to my feet preparing for another fight. 'Relax Hunter.' He said he sounded different his usual mocking voice replaced with a cold calm tone, he sounded completely in control. I turned assessing my exits.
I was debating whether to jump out the window or barge past him when he spoke again. 'Look at me Hunter!' He sounded angry now; I decided to humor him and stared into his eyes... 'What do you see?' He asked. 'Your ugly mug?' He didn't respond, 'look deeper Hunter, concentrate, and see what's under the surface. He sounded assured of his words and I followed his instructions, in this moment I trusted him and followed him. I closed my eyes and imagined pulling back
A Hero's Tale Book 1 Chapter 1Chapter I
Rachael sat on the wooden bench crafted by her father, the fabric of her dress caught by a few stray pieces of wood. She was bent forward over a blanket as she pulled her needle and thread through the tear in the fabric. She chewed lightly at her soft lips and pushed the needle through again.
Rueven pushed a branch out of his way with his right hand while still holding another in place with his left as he called out, “Rachael! Rachael, come and help your mother.”
Rachael looked over her shoulder at her father coming out of the trees and set down the blanket. She hopped to her feet and ran toward him, “Coming, Father!” She was only eight years old but she was very responsible and obedient to her parents. Her hair was long and dark brown and braided into a tail that stretched halfway down her back.
Eliana stepped out of the bushes and trees, a wrapped towel in her arms. She stepped toward Rachael and looked at her with her gentle smile, “Rachael, w
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.
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