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Coincidencias Inexplicables ~ Capitulo 1 CAPITULO 1

Caminar a casa desde la escuela es cosa de todos los días, lo más raro de hoy es que yo estoy caminando delante de mis amigas, cuando suele ser al revés, pero no tomo demasiada importancia a eso ya que es más divertido escuchar la tonterías de las que viene hablando.

Llenando casi toda la banqueta mis amigas no dejaban de platicar sobre lo aburrida de la clase de matemáticas, era verdad, aunque también tiene que ver que la mayoría de la clase se la pasaron hablando por lo cual las castigaron llevándome del cuello con ellas, aun así las quiero demasiado para abandonarlas, y perderme toda la diversión.

En un giro de cabeza pude Coincidencias Inexplicables ~ Capitulo 111 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

HistoryI'm just shy of 17.
I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow,
Let alone, for the rest of my days.
But that doesn't bother me.
What does bother me,
Is thinking about time.
The most valuable resource.
Because I know that what I experience now,
Will never repeat itself,
I will never live this again,
And even though,
The next generation will live it;
Will they care?
Will it be the same?

Of the many fears I have in life,
Dying, being not particularly high on that list,
I fear most of all, being forgotten.
No, not me being forgotten.
My time being forgotten.
I study History,
Study it hard,
Not out of some desire over,
Bloody battles, many lost livesHistory10 hours ago in Philosophical

Tickling my Step Brother Part 1My day started the usual way. It was my day off and I awoke to the thought of tickling. Some would say that the constant occurrence of thoughts like these would drive people insane. But not me. I rather enjoyed tickling. Especially my step brother. Especially my step brothers feet. It was always a shame for him. He hated being tickled. But it added to the fun. Anyway, my step brother was out of school and we were bored. I was going to tickle him soon it was just a matter of what he would do to make me tickle him. He eventually wanted to go bouncing on the trampoline with me. Which would have been fine if it wasn't 8:30 in the morning. (I takeTickling my Step Brother Part 113 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Beyond the Subconscious Mind (prose version) Stretching across the room was the radiant glow from the moon. My curtain had just fallen from the weight of my foot. But the shine was not what had awakened me. Neither was it a dream. There was an odd sensation lurking about the shadows of my house. And I am possibly the only one, who felt this weird presence.

I had awakened in my own sweat, my clothes sticking to my moist body. I had to shift my body nearly ten times to regain conformability, but although I lay upon my back without an inch to move, I still felt abnormally aware of something.

Across the hall and into the family room, I could hear the clock singing to its regular rhythmBeyond the Subconscious Mind (prose version)15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

till this heartyou kiss me
in the lamplight
and inch by inch
sow me anew,
in the ragged plains
that is this flesh
and with each brush
of lips, each whisper
you unearth me
and bury me again,
and find where i thought
myself to be most soiled
and where my skin is darkest,
you make sure, fifty times,
together,
we find sunlighttill this heart18 hours ago in Letters

Gift:EmilyValkov #1Emily watched as the snow fell to the ground. Tomorrow was her birthday and her mother couldn’t come home to join her celebration because of her having to work long hours at her lab on one of her projects.Emily sighed sadly leaving a little mist on the window. She was looking forward to seeing her mother since it had been a while seen they got to do something together.

Emily turned to look at her siblings. Tara and Tala both were fiddling with their beyblades. Tala was replacing parts while Tara happily cleaned off the fresh beyblade that Tala had repaired for her.

“Still looking at the window Em? “Tala said catching EmilyGift:EmilyValkov #111 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

He's not ComingShe had been sitting in the restaurant for a couple hours, her hands cradling her second beer of the night. She hadn't planned on getting drunk, not in the slightest, but drinking was all she could think of doing to dull the pain developing in her chest. Her expression was beginning to show just how distraught she was becoming, hazel eyes shimmering with the mirth of tears.

Taking her hands away from the glass, she smoothed out a nonexistent crease in her baby blue dress. She'd been saving it for this day and had been excited, yet here she was. Stood up.

An occasional glance would be tossed her way, pity written upon the viewer's face.

TheHe's not Coming12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

My step Brothers tickle torture part 1Let me just start off by saying that I LOVE little boys feet. Especially tickling them. I prefer kids feet from ages 7-15. they are too cute. and almost ALWAYS ticklish. I am a 19 year old man who loves tickling. My step brothers name is Michael. He is 12 years old with short blonde spiky hair and his feet were the perfect size (size 8) for tickling. Aside from that, he was just a really ticklish kid. It never took much to send him into fits of laughter. But my main focus was almost ALWAYS his feet. He never really liked being tickled, which made it that much more fun for me. This is the first of quite a few situations that happened between uMy step Brothers tickle torture part 116 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

The WriterWords are my tools.

I may not be a wizard with the brush, but I know how to create an image.
Though my imagination may not paint a clear vision - it is up to you to decide.
What do you see?

Does it make you smile? Make you happy, sad, joyous, upset?
What do my words mean to you?
Is every image the same?
What do you see?

Words are my tools.
I am the writer.The Writer1 day ago in Philosophical

Oni, The Element of Loneliness

There coldly sitting, a Demon without evil in his Dark heart, without friends and without care. The snow was falling down above his hat and cape changing them from the black color of his loneliness to that white color which doesn't differ from his fur, that so pure color of the good things that the other ponies had: Friends, Love, Family, goodness and understanding. Nopony of them approached the already judged Demon, nopony of them stopped enjoying how the tears of the innocent Demon, who was hiding his eyes, were sliping down by his cold cheeks while this one was lowering his head to not see anyone.

The young Demon always was a loner everywOni, The Element of Loneliness16 hours ago in Emotional

War Has Taken Your Smile I only realised now what hundreds of other families are going through. No, don't you dare call me ignorant, because I can see it on your face! I can read your thoughts just as well as you can read mind so shut it. I can be concerned for the world whenever I want to. It's none of your business.
Well I guess it is. In some ways I mean. It affecting you and me at the same time, but it's affecting me more. I mean you didn't know Seth as well as I did right? No, you didn't. Last time I checked he wasn't dating you was he. No, I thought not.
And second of all, you need to stop with that silly quote. "War has taken your smile, hasn't it?" Haha, no it's not funny. So shut up. I really don't care what you think. I can choose to smile! And then you'll probably yell, "It's been a year, get over it!" And I'll be like, "Give me more time!" Because time is something we never run out of. Yeah, that's what everyone says. But really it's draining away right now.War Has Taken Your Smile18 hours ago in Emotional

Oh my goodness. . . forever aloneAm I the only one who thinks this:
Ryuk
Rem
Ash
Are cute?
Really I was the only one at school who thought they were cute and I was just sitting there like FFUUUOh my goodness. . . forever alone16 hours ago in Reviews & Guides

I AM GOING TO COMIC CON!!!!!!!I AM GOING TO COMIC CON!!!!!!!
WHOOOOO!!!!!!
*FISTS TO SKY*

Come find me if you are going!!!I AM GOING TO COMIC CON!!!!!!!19 hours ago in Editorial

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+Fanfiction Writer's Meme+16 hours ago in Articles & Interviews

Shelby speaks Highly of me :3Hi David,

Hope the end of the school year’s going well for you! I wanted to just share a few thoughts regarding Venice (I’ve CC’ed her on this note as well). I’ve been to visit Venice at her internship site a few times this month for our sessions together and have been *so* impressed with all that she has accomplished there. Her mentor, Ms. Simpson, has let me know that Venice has shown herself to have many talents in the classroom and has been extremely helpful to her. Specifically, she shared that Venice has done a great job organizing her expansive classroom space (I believe you’ve seen the “Art Wing&rdShelby speaks Highly of me :313 hours ago in Letters

8th Grade Promotion speechHi I'm Alex Guerrero and i would appreciate a round of applause after everything i say. Welcome class of 2013. We made it! Over the years, we have grown closer together than just a group of classmates, but as a family. Mostly because of Any-town and that there we learned a lot about each other and about our self that we didn't know. This year was filled with memories and experiences we will never forget. There are the good ones and there are the bad ones. But no matter how you look at it, this year has altered all of our lives in many different ways. Today, as my fellow classmates and I leave middle school and enter the world of high school,8th Grade Promotion speech14 hours ago in Letters

To Sparky Dear Sparky,

So the question herin, I suppose lies; "Why did I ask to listen to your heart?" I
don't suppose there's an easy answer to that question, no matter how trivial a
question it seems in my head. Hell, I'm not even sure where to start on answering
it. I guess I could say that the most basic answer to that is that on the
simplest level, I'm still lonely. I miss the feel of someone beside me; someone in
my arms; someone who doesn't think that the things I do are because I'm weird, but
instead actually appreciates me and likes me for whatever trivial things in which
they find interest in me. Before, when Alex used to coTo Sparky16 hours ago in Letters

Lose Myself4-13-2013

Dream,

Sometimes I think I’d rather lose myself than lose anyone else.Lose Myself22 hours ago in Letters

Whitelupine Kennels is Now OpenWhitelupine Kennels is Now Open

Decided to make a Kennel account to keep the capos from over running my main account. I won't be reuploading the pedigrees and reference sheets to the group to keep from spamming people with my dogs. Just know that account exists now and my capos and their art will be posted there now. I'll still draw them for my main but all their reference sheets and pedigrees will be there. Whitelupine Kennels is Now Open20 hours ago in Letters

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