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Fan fiction by Android_21 posted over a year ago
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Watch out guys for 21!
By:Android_21 How there became a Mirai Android 21
Chapter I:The Androids Attack!!!
____________________Android 21's P.O.V.________________________
It was just like any normal day,except that I was made of metal
and an Android.I had cybernetics placed in my body when I
was 20 by Dr.Gero,a crazy lunitic with issues.He did the same
to my brother and sister only I'm stronger and have special
abilities.I heard 17 laugh,18 sigh,and I just rolled my
eyes."Really bro.?Did you have to kill him when I said I would
spare his life?" I asked, and he just shrugged and laughed.18
sighed again,and I just rolled my eyes.

Man,what I would give just to be myself again,or anything.Same
thing,I guess."Where to now,sis?" 17 asked,but just as I was
about to answer-something hit my cheek.I caught it just as it
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Fan fiction by Triscia95 posted over a year ago
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"Aw, it's pretty close." Tyler McCarthy and Shawn Detham were standing side by side. Both held a gun in a head, but Shawn also held a machete. My hand flew up to my mouth to try to hold back a scream as I realized that the blade was dripping with blood. What if it was a friend of my or Nick's, what if it was a teacher? I buried my face in Nick's back trying hard not to picture it.

"Tyler . . . Shawn, what the hell are you guys doing." Both of them had grown up with Nick; they use to play together in there neighborhood. They had, at one point, all been inseparable, but high school hit and like many friends they weren't as tight of a group as before. They still hung out when they could find the time; just last Friday night they had a horror movie night over at Tyler's house and now he was killing student's, kids he grew up with.

"We're fed up with everything." Tyler answered. "We were going to end our lives but realized that if we were going to do it why not do something completely crazy and then end everything, I mean it's not like we'd end up in jail." Shawn said with a all to big of a smile.
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Fan fiction by GearsHead13 posted over a year ago
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So, this story is based on Gears Of War, if you know anything about it, this story will make sense. If not, you can just guess or look it up. Your choice.


God's Lost Child
 Chapter 1:   Wasteland

"Adam? You should have a look at this..... It's bizarre." Said a feeble scientist wearily as he pushed his round glasses back up the precipice of his rigid nose as his eyes flitted from the clipboard in his hand to the experiment before him.  A pencil was clad to his hand as he scribbled away ferociously at the clipboard. 
"This had better be good, not like what you thought was amazing the last time."  
The brunette  snarled sharply.  The heels on his dress shoes heels clicked and echoed through the placid laboratory, bouncing off the walls and glass 8" tall   tubes full of creatures and yellow liquid. 
His eyes quickly darted upward once his was beside the fragile scientist. Their eyes were laid upon a peculiar test tube containing a naked female with dark hair flowing about her. 
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Fan fiction by GryffindorGirl2 posted over a year ago
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Jasmine's POV

The freezing darkness pressed down on me,Harry,and Dudley.
"S-stop it you two.Now.It-it's not funny." Dudley stammered.
"We're not doing anything Dudley!" I shouted over the wind.
"I swear,if you don't stop it,I-I'll hit y-you." Dudley said again.
"Shut up Du-.." Harry began.
WHAM!
The sound of Dudley's fist connecting with Harry's jaw sounded beside me.
"Ow! God Dudley!" Harry shouted.
Before I had time to react,my feet were kicked out from underneath me and I fell to the ground,slamming my already hurt head on the ground.My spine seemed to jolt out of place,then back in,making me moan in pain.I slowly got up again,grabbing my wand off of the ground.
"Lumos!" I said.A faint glow of light shone from my wand tip.Harry did the same.We. didn't have much time to look around until two Dementors swooped down on us.I began to feel dizzy and tired as one got near me.
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Article by InvadaMiz posted over a year ago
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The door slowly creaked open, and out came Snowbell, the twins' snow white kitten.The twins sighed, Miyu picked Snowbell up, while Nakku closed and locked the creaky door.There were huge thumping noises coming from upstairs, getting closer to the door.Nakku quickly pulled Miyu back into the safety of the kitchen, their mother's skin was pale, and she had the most terrified look in her widened eyes.
Nakku and Miyu started explaining what had happened when they were in the attic.
"That means she caught up with me then."Their mother said, everyone else had fled to their rooms when the thumping had started.
"Who's 'she'?!"The twins quickly questioned.
"She is a demon that haunted me as a little girl, but, they got rid of the wretched thing... at least I thought they did."Their mother said, her skin growing paler.They twins looked at each other, fear clearly in their eyes.They shuddered, Miyu set Snowbell down and she ran off through the doggie door.
"Do you know her name mother?"Nakku asked, his eyes wide.
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Fan fiction by GryffindorGirl2 posted over a year ago
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Jasmine's POV

Harry and I walked to the park.The hot,dry,humid summer air blowing at out backs.My hair wipped around me,hitting my face and getting in my eyes.No sooner had I moved it away,that the wind blew it back.My sweat shirt fell around my shoulders,but I pulled it back up.The wind continued to blow,and as I listened,fell into a rythem.The sound of Harry and mine footsteps falling on the quiet street sounded like clapping.I raised my arms to the sky and began spinning in circles as I walked.I began to sing,my voice blending with the wind and our footsteps.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Stand a little taller! Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone! What doesn't kill you makes a fire! Puts your feelings higher! Doesn't mean I'm over cause your gone! What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,stronger,just me,myself,and I! What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Stand a little taller! Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone!"I sang.It echoed around us,sounding like a angel was singing on the wind.I continued this until I got dizzy.I stopped and just began walking normally.Harry looked at me and smiled.
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Fan fiction by GryffindorGirl2 posted over a year ago
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Hello all! This is a HP fan fic! I have put my OC,Jasmine,in here.She is Harry's twin sister and Draco's wife,but this is before she gets married.She has long wavy,black hair,bright,pale green eyes,and her lightning bolt scar is on the left side of her forehead.

Jasmine's POV

I lay next to Harry on the dead,dry grass in the shade of the Dursley's house.The living room window was open in an attempt to cool the house,but only blew in hot air,the 4 o'clock news could be heard as our aunt and uncle watched.We were listening to hear any signs of weird happining's in 'our' world as the Dursley's called it.Harry lay on his side,facing me and twisting a piece of my hair between his fingers as I looked up at the sky.As the news continued,we both started getting angry.Nothing,nothing at all.POP! A sound like an exploding water bottle echoed through the neighbor hood.Harry and I both stood up,hitting our heads on the window pane.My vision swam and my tounge hurt after I bit it,a white hot pain spread through my head as if it would split open.
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Opinion by DarkGirl23 posted over a year ago
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There it was, that fuzzy warm glowing light I always had dreams about... Except this time, I knew it was for real. I was so close! But then I felt something sting into my arm, slowly filling my veins with a warm and yet stinging fluid. What was this? Suddenly I was being pulled back into the world I once knew, and once hated.
My eyes flew open and everything was blurry. For a second it felt like I couldn’t breathe but then I gasped and air filled my lungs. It felt like a giant brick had been lifted from my chest.
I breathed a little shakily and looked around. Standing perched before me, looking down upon me appearing to be an angel, was one of them. But I knew not to be fooled by his looks. I sat up and scooted away, realization he had been caressing my cheek.
I stared at him, my chest aching from my heart’s quickened pace. I knew Panicking wasn’t the option around them, but I just couldn’t help myself. It took all my might not to gather myself to run when he slowly brought his hand near me, I know he was making sure I didn’t run. Then, suddenly, he jerked my wrist towards him, and looked at my Identification scarred into my skin.
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Opinion by DarkGirl23 posted over a year ago
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The first time I went on a hunt, was the first time I really saw death in any sort of being’s eyes.
I don’t know who I am, what I am. I mean, I couldn’t possibly be considered part of the Hunters. Yet, their blood runs through my veins. They may own an incapability of understanding the true emotions of life, for we have been Genetically-Altered Experiments planned all the way back in 2012. Our bodies and our emotions have become that of a true fighter, a warrior of destruction itself in a world of Nature’s grace that becomes altered in the palms of our Humanoid Species.
We can defeat any oncoming dangers in our path, bodies of strength and dexterity and all the while, plenty of Stamina as well. Like I said, it not only changes our physical features, but our emotional and mental understandings as well. We’re more strict in such things, we do not bother to take pity upon another life form.
All we understand is the pleasure in killing, and in destruction. Yet also, in invention as well. We are the next form of Humanity, except advanced way more on so many levels.We know adaptation, and evolution. We are the next step into alien territory, and into an...
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Opinion by DarkGirl23 posted over a year ago
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They haunt and taunt inside the ears of their victims... Screaming words lacking of wisdom into their futures, a fortune broken in the palm of humanity’s hands. Who’s tears drip like blood from an open wound, thoughts turning and diving into the creases of their minds, creases that had remained undiscovered until now. Who, defined as a person, am I? I am the one who stands alone, all the time... So bloody and broken not bothering to understand, not bothering to see the intellect that stands before me.
I am, defined as a person, an assassin of beauty. Love’s undying grip vanishes before me. I am left in the darkest room, bleeding as the wounded animal I am. Hunted and denied, rejected in the path of humanity. I am a freak in nature’s face, insignificant to the big world that stands before me.
I bleed, leaving a trail of blood behind me as I limp to what is defined home. However, it isn’t, and never will be, home for me. I coughed, a splash of blood left on my hand. I looked back and there stood on of them, I dare looked him in the eye with a smile of last moments on my face. I was dizzy, my mind scattered, and yet I kept staring at him, daring him to keep...
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Opinion by sonicfanAG posted over a year ago
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Sometimes you may have friends that talk about being Lesbian or gay or bisexual is just nasty and plain gross,but It's not nasy at all.It's your personality and you control it no one else.There's no problem for being that.If you are then well i hope you have friends who apprecite who you are and how your like. My best friend is a guy and yes I have a crush on him but Just today I found out that he was bisexual.At first I was shocked but the truth is that I don't really care.I love him just they way he is and he will always be the best's friend i could I have ever had.He's special to me and I will not leave him because of that.He will always be that sunlight that shines my day every afternoon.He may be made fun of but he has me and who ever makes fun of him I will fight them.I don't care if it's against the rules or if I can get arrested for it I love him for being my best friend and I will protect him no matter what.If you make fun of this article and put that people like that are nasty I swear I will report you no matter what,but for those who care..thank you for caring...Thank you...
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Article by PhoenixRoyale posted over a year ago
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This is another poem that I have written. It was inspired by some comments about stuffed animals/plushies on Youtube being people's friends. Enjoy.
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[i]The Stuffed Animal.
To some, they are stupid.
They are useless.
They are disgusting little balls of fluff.

Those people think that it's necessary
to pick on the innocence of others
for having a collection of their own.
They poke fun, they tease, they even insult.

They target that person's age.
Sometimes even their gender.
They think they need to grow up.
They think these fluffy plushies are meant for babies.

But to those innocent people,
the ones who are quite lonely,
yet have such kind souls,
the stuffed animal is their friend.

They may be bullied at school.
They may have shattered hearts for unkindness,
they may be traumatized from even a horrible ordeal.
That stuffed animal is what relieves them of such bitter things.
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Opinion by MagicUnicorns16 posted over a year ago
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And within two seconds, you had deserted me.
I stood there,
My arms open,
Waiting for you.
You did not come.
The only thing that came was hurt, anger and jealousy.
The very thought of you was hard to comprehend;
I was scarred, inside and out.
The pain will never leave.
But I found You.
You may not be able to see,
But I feel your presence.
The very thought of You,
The very thought of You as my best friend,
Is incomprehensible.
I stand alone no longer.
You are there.
You will never leave.
You are a spirit.
You are a wisp in the wind,
The glimmer in my eyes,
The shine of the sun.
You are the beauty of everything.
The day I see You is the day everything will be over.
The hurt will leave.
The pain will cease.
Everything will end, except my happiness.
The moment my last breath is taken, is the moment I will rejoice with You.
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Article by PhoenixRoyale posted over a year ago
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This is a poem I wrote to express my feelings. My life may be harsh, but I try to stay positive, even if I have some anger held beneath my heart. Enjoy.
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[i]The human heart is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.

Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings you joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which love from your family and friends fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.

Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain you of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.

Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.

Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as you can.
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Article by sahour95 posted over a year ago
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Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become such an old donkey, that he only took light tasks around the farm and recently he had been barely able to do that, too. Stan had overheard the other day the farmer discussing killing his grandpa Roger with his wife, but she had told him he could be tolerated a bit longer. However, not so long, Stan guessed, and it made his heart ache for him.
Stan gently tapped Grandpa Roger’s front foot feeling slightly guilty for waking him up. But he had no one else to talk to. Grandpa Roger yawned and stretched thinking that it was time to work. Then his eyes met Stan’s sad gaze...
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Article by shenelopefan posted over a year ago
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Dañada

Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.

Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?

Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.

Soy un desastre. No quiero que todo este desorden mental te afecte. Yo tomaré todo el dolor por ti. Sólo debes dejar que sane tus heridas. Si tan sólo dejaras que eso pase…

Sé que me ignorarás, que insultarás, que incluso... me golpearás. Pero yo te comprenderé, amor mío. Estás dañado. No tienes la culpa.

Me gusta la gente dañada, es verdad. ¿Recuerdas? Siempre estuve allí para ti. Tomando cada insulto y cada golpe con mi mejor voluntad. Sé que te descargas conmigo porque no tienes a nadie más. Sé que cada vez...
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Article by shenelopefan posted over a year ago
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Dañada

Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.

Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?

Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.

Soy un desastre. No quiero que todo este desorden mental te afecte. Yo tomaré todo el dolor por ti. Sólo debes dejar que sane tus heridas. Si tan sólo dejaras que eso pase…

Sé que me ignorarás, que insultarás, que incluso... me golpearás. Pero yo te comprenderé, amor mío. Estás dañado. No tienes la culpa.

Me gusta la gente dañada, es verdad. ¿Recuerdas? Siempre estuve allí para ti. Tomando cada insulto y cada golpe con mi mejor voluntad. Sé que te descargas conmigo porque no tienes a nadie más. Sé que cada vez...
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Article by shenelopefan posted over a year ago
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Lo que nunca podrá ser

"Tu… entiendes mi silencio

Sólo tú… conoces mis secretos

Sólo tú… comprendes cada gesto

Sólo tú…"

Apareces tú, la Oreja de Van Gogh

Me voy a morir. Arrastro mi cuerpo, adormecido por el dolor en los pasillos de este horrible hospital. La sangre brota de mi cuerpo mientras presiono la herida cerca de mi estómago, dándome fuerzas para seguir. Yo sé que no merezco lo que ocurrió, pero también sé que es completamente mi culpa. Dicen que cuando uno está agonizando, ve pasar su vida frente a sus ojos, que los mejores momentos son recordados. Eso me está ocurriendo a mí, pero no veo ningún recuerdo agradable. Sólo veo mi alterada y perturbada vida. Sólo veo el inicio, el comienzo de todo, el origen de lo que sucede ahora.

Yo crecí en la calle. Abandonada a mi suerte, rondé las calles de esta asquerosa ciudad, pero por lo menos no lo hice sola. Nick siempre estuvo conmigo. Él tenía cuatro años más que yo y siempre fue mi ángel guardián. "Pequeñita" solía llamarme todo el tiempo, y él era el único al que yo le permitía llamarme así....
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Article by shenelopefan posted over a year ago
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~Una amistad~

Hoy se lo iba a decir, estaba decidido. Se dirigió con paso firme hacia la casa de su amada. Debía ir de todas formas a tomar el té con ella. Igual que siempre. Era su mejor amiga. Él nunca se había enamorado así de alguien. Nunca se creyó capaz. Pero esta jovenzuela, Janice de nombre, era la más intrigante e interesante del mundo. Completamente excéntrica, rechazaba todos los protocolos y era una excelente negociante. Aun recordaba el primer día en que la vio. Él vio una mujer segura de sí misma, fuerte y delicada. Hermosa pero ruda. Tranquila pero inteligente. Estas y muchas más, eran las virtudes de la rubia Janice. El joven se dirigió hacia su casa y tocó la puerta con fuerza, dándose valor para confesar aquello que ocultaba. La puerta se abrió, una sonrisa de labios rosados y unos ojos café profundos deslumbraron la mirada del joven.

-¡Howard! ¿Cómo estás?- Janice se lanzó hacia su amigo en un abrazo, haciéndolo ponerse un poco incómodo.
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Article by shenelopefan posted over a year ago
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La parte prohibida del parque

"La depresión es la que guía, la alegría es la que llega"

En la ciudad dónde yo vivía de niña, había un parque en dónde siempre pasaba las tardes con mis amigos. Éramos un grupito de niñas y niños que nos juntábamos a jugar en ronda, cantábamos canciones que no tenían sentido (casi nuestro propio idioma, de hecho) y recorríamos todo el parque jugando a las escondidillas.

Bueno, no todo el parque porque había una a la que los adultos no les gustaba que vayamos. Era un sector tan lleno de árboles que, desde afuera parecía una selva en medio de un parque vecinal.

Mis amigos no hacían caso a lo que decían los adultos, pero yo aprendí a temerle a esa parte del parque. Sólo pensar en entrar ahí me hacía sentir enferma del estómago. A diferencia, el resto de los niños jugaba cerca de allí, retándose entre sí para ver quién podía estar más tiempo en el límite, o quien podía llegar más lejos sin volver corriendo. Yo los miraba de lejos, siempre preguntándome si algún día tendría el valor de meterme allí.
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Article by shenelopefan posted over a year ago
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Carta de un corazón roto

"El nombre de la persona a la que dedico este escrito,

Es un nombre que no me permito decir cuando estoy sola"

¿Tienes idea de lo que es, verte cada día, y en tus ojos no encontrar lo que yo sí te daría? ¿Tienes acaso alguna idea de lo que es no haberte superado? Por más que lo he intentado, aún no haberte olvidado. ¿Sabes lo que es hacer rimas con tu nombre y no encontrar palabras, no encontrar acordes? Quisiera yo contarte, todo esto que escribo, pero ya es demasiado tarde, ya te has ido, amor mío. Los años se me pasan, sin que tú estés conmigo. Aunque quería olvidarte, yo ya me he arrepentido. Mi corazón se parte en dos, cada vez que oigo tu voz. Cada vez que contigo sueño, creo que ya eres mi dueño. Ojalá pudieras escucharme, aunque sea sólo un sonido, porque no tienes idea, de lo que es vivir sin sentido. Cada día me cuesta hablarte, es tan duro enfrentarte. Y aunque no quiera recordarte, no puedo dejar de amarte. Así que escribo esta carta, amigo mío, pues tengo tan sólo un pedido. Dime que no hay esperanza, sólo con eso me alcanza. Por favor, no me permitas, alimentar mi falsa utopía,...
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Article by shenelopefan posted over a year ago
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Personalidad

"-Yo sé que lo puedo hacer- dijo Tom Downey,

Mientras se servía otra mazorca de maíz del bol

Humeante… -Estoy seguro de que con el tiempo la

Muerte de ella será un misterio, incluso para mí-"

Secret Window, Secret Garden

Stephen King

-Calma, Andy. Eso no ha sido real- me dije a mí mismo, mientras encendía un cigarrillo nerviosamente. –Ha sido un sueño. Sí, sólo una horrible pesadilla.

No podía evitarlo, pero mis manos temblaban. El placer norma del cigarrillo no calmaba mis nervios. No podía haber sido cierto. Era imposible. Yo estaba en mi jardín, sentía como el aire frío de la noche me agitaba el despeinado cabello. Adentro de mi cabaña, los gritos no cesaban.

¿Cómo podía estar en esta situación? Ya casi no lo recordaba. Encime esa mujer sigue gritando ¿Por qué no hace silencio? Necesito pensar. Él había vuelto…

La última vez que lo vi, todas esas personas desaparecieron. Nadie nunca los volvió a ver. Los recuerdos me atormentaban. Me sujeté la cabeza con fuerza. No podía pensar si esa mujer seguía...
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Sandra

"A los sueños"

Y se asomaba ella por la ventana y miraba con ojos de desolación el paraje casi silencioso de su barrio. Veía pasar a una mujer con sus hijos, a los niños jugando contentos y a las señoras que pasaban tranquilas por la calle. Sonreía vagamente cuando algún ave volaba cerca de ella. Se escuchaba un sonido lejano de autopista, oyéndose cada tanto el ruidoso motor de un camión. Sin razón aparente ella miraba por la ventana, buscando la respuesta invisible a un interrogante que no existe.

También ella me miraba a mí. Cada tarde, yo salía a tomar sol para despejarme; me sentaba en la escalerita de cemento en frente de su apartamento y ella salía a observar. Se quedaba así alrededor de una hora (a veces quizás más), con la mirada perdida y en cuanto notaba mi interés en ella, se metía rápido hacia adentro y se me perdía de vista detrás de su blanca cortina.

Nunca entendí por qué, pero ella no lucía normal. Era particularmente hermosa, de cabellos castaños, piel morena y labios carnosos. Sus rasgos eran finos y sus ojos profundos me hacían quedarme largo rato (incluso sin verla) pensando...
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Dejé mi corazón abierto. Pero tú no entendiste. No viste lo que en realidad ha sucedido. Quise explicártelo pero sabía que no entenderías. Me considerarías demente, loca, pensarías que he perdido la cabeza. Que la he perdido por ti.

No puedo decir que la perdí completamente, pero puedo contarte lo que he perdido por ti. Ahora soy normal y detesto ser de esta forma. No puedo volar si soy esto, sólo estoy encadenada a ti, por un vínculo que ni tú ni yo hemos podido decidir.

Pero no voy a quejarme de estar ligada a ti. He aprendido a aceptarlo. He aprendido a vivir. Todo gracias a ti. Yo solía ser diferente, solía volar por todas partes, nadie notaba mi presencia, pero yo podía realizar gran cantidad de cosas, tenía los poderes necesarios.

Pero de todas las personas que encontré en el camino y de todas las que sé que hay en el mundo ¿Por qué tuve que circundarte a ti?

Mi pecado fue la ingenuidad. Fue no haber considerado las opciones. Yo sabía que había reglas que seguir, y sabía cuál era el costo de romperlas.
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Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya



Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así

Sólo cae

Mientras tú vuelves a casa

La lluvia cae

Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso

Aún te espero en la puerta

No busco la lluvia

Espero tu vuelta

Pasaron quince años

Te sigo esperando afuera

Aun contengo tu sonrisa

Esperando que llueva

Pero ahora es muy tarde

La lluvia ha cesado

Y aun espero tu llegada

Sigo esperando tu mirada
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