Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Reptiles For Wholesale

Club fantasy anthology of writing

today have released the results of the contest fantasy Club and has done a wonderful anthology of stories all participants, which is mine. Here you the link to enjoy it!
addition, here is the wonderful cover that illustrates my story. Not know about you but I adored since I set my eyes on it! (You can read the story here )


And finally the diploma:

Different Types Of Marine Propellers

Addicts May (ABC of evil)

Today we have to publish the draft script Addicts month May, which was to make a short story. As micro-stories are what more I write, I got to complicate my life and I made a short story in which every word is a letter of the alphabet "complication? Well they are in order XD. If we stay with the initial letter of each word, we find the alphabet as it appears in the dictionary of the English language. We, as the game stands but big. As noted already I'm on vacation! funny thing is that I have been almost poetic XD.

ABC of malignant
A beautiful gentleman I must face firmly, guiding hydra incredible packs LF, wicked wolves (odds and ends never forgotten), words that recreate darkness sinister ... One life, Valkyrie, xenophobic and shabby.

And now, a tip, another short story but with the letters of the alphabet backwards.

Bronca
Dunce! I, Walter Xabier transdimensional thresholds glimpse ... Receive complaints simply forget, geek boy whelp, the kirielesones! Never try to find great fault stupid! You should behave well, apprentice!


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All stories and characters in this blog are fictitious. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

What Top To Wear With Skirts Knee-length

Day 22 - A picture of your skill

Actually, my greatest skill is divided into three.
I think I could make a living writing scraps. I have the desire, days and possibly the talent to try and live it. If write too small for me would be my second best skill: act. I tried a few times on stage (two, in particular) but I have a lifetime at fault acting casting a curtain. If I stay too small a theater look back to my roots, back to being small, to feel human again and close: would psychologist.
According to many I have people skills and analytical ability, so humane treatment concerns surprising.
If you can not live on what I really want to help others they succeeded.
Actually my best skill is that I'm human.

Unemployment Certification Gerogia Online

Terral: Origins (conception) May

Sorry for not updated yesterday, but I am with fever (also a bad mood: I feel sick just my first weekend on vacation and up to coincide with the English revolution, but was unable to go camping in the sun, I support you guys!) since last Friday and I do not know what day alive. Anyway, here's the story that was going to publish yesterday.
Terral Do you remember the semisĂșcubo? Well, as promised, will continue its history. The idea is to make a series of short stories by putting them together, they can become a book with all the history of Terral. This is the first, about how it was conceived. It's all located in the world I created for an RPG at the end we did not play (often a waste!), Which in turn was based on the world of my novel, Diltania: the legacy of alienation that I have review intended to end this summer. Enjoy it!

Terral: Origins (design)
The high priest called the eight priests at the great hall of the oracle. There, he explained the great honor that would compete. A-only-should be chosen to carry in her womb one of the offshoots of which was his God, the Devil Zoltod. Several priests, despite their training, they could not hide the excitement. Only three of them kept his face impassive Tel'ques, Dae-shi and Sp'jo. The three looked at each other, evaluating each other and immediately discarding the other five, who were undoubtedly the weakest. There was no need to talk to be implied a covenant between the trio, who would work until they killed the others.
The test was carried out on another plane, which presented several challenges. Once there, each priestess would go for free to get to the finish, where the survivors must fight until only one standing. Obviously, there were no fights discarded before that time.
Tel'ques, Dae-shi and Sp'jo saw four of his opponents go solo, while the fifth, the weakest and most pathetic of all, called Dan'ai, approached them and offered them help.
should kill it now same said Sp'jo telepathically to the other two. Let
, Tel'ques said. Perhaps we can be useful living, dead we can not use .
started walking through the rugged terrain and, after several hours of travel for a place that seemed to have finally found themselves suddenly in the blink of an eye, embedded in a kind of jungle.
"Take care, sister. This is not a jungle stream.
- do not think this is really dangerous jungle. No problem until the first challenge, "said Dan'ai, carefree. The others looked incredulous for his stupidity. Jungle was the first challenge.
did not have to take many steps before seeing how the last remnants of one of their rivals were swallowed up by a plant. The Dan'ai gasp echoed through the trees and the other three looked at her with disapproving air, but the damage was done. Demonic-looking creatures attacked from all fronts but, although they had been unprepared with a priestess, had no chance to finish with four. Within minutes, the attackers were also food plants around.
Dan'ai then went wherever they had been hiding, picking up fallen weapons to face with the contemptuous look embarrassed the other three priests, after which they continued their march through the jungle without further incident, until he again saw a flicker immersed in a new landscape.
this time It was the remains of an ancient city. Although the buildings were just crumbling foundation, it was clear that the structures were erected there had nothing in common with any they had ever seen ... or even outside of their world.
As it was getting dark, sought refuge in what was once a great hall, which still had three walls standing. Although it was good defensive terrain, bodies of two other priests just a few meters and mutual distrust (which made that women were more concerned about the threat posed by their peers to the dangers of this world) meant that the guards were divided in pairs and each surround yourself with magical guards themselves.
Sp'jo ensured that coincide with Dan'ai his guard, with which, in his contempt, he wanted to stop immediately. The weak priestess soon sleep in the guard ...
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The cry rang Dan'ai torn three walls of the hall, waking Tel'ques and Dae-shi, the first thing seen when opening eyes was the head of Sp'jo ... several meters from his body, with a look of horror on his normally impassive face.
- What happened? They asked almost in unison.
- Something I slept ... just woke up, "said Dan'ai. The priestesses immediately imagined what happened. Dan'ai Sp'jo had slept for murder while he slept, but he was so focused on that task that some beast had noticed his movement night and killed. Using a new sample of contempt, this time to the body, which left as is, the dangerous journey continued until the goal was in sight.
Once there, Dae-shi Tel'ques looked at each other and began a death struggle that lasted several hours, while Dan'ai huddled in a corner to see the power struggle. Finally, Tel'ques canal opened in her opponent and, after it breathe its last breath, she turned to finish the job, only to discover that Dan'ai had disappeared.
- has fled, "he said dismissively - and weak Stupid idiot! Not doubt much-The sword pierced his heart before finishing the sentence.
- Maybe I'm weak, "he heard before he died, but your fault is to be trusted. Dan'ai
even took one last look at the corpses of their opponents. The only worthy to be his opponent had been Sp'jo, which immediately became suspicious of his apparent ineptitude, but relied too much on their own strength when their defenses through the spell of sleep without thinking we could have a counter in the back. Eliminated that threat, only had to wait for the other two kill each other or at least weaken. Because the biggest mistake you could make was not to realize that weakness was not permitted and never have been selected for testing a priestess inept inept ... because they soon die upon entering the temple as apprentices.
ritual He approached the altar where he expected the mighty demon ready to design a powerful creature decisive battle between good and evil. Nine months later, the tiny baby looked Dan'ai human form the two wings sticking out the back, and before he fell unconscious after the stress of labor ritual, whispered a name:
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Wedding Seating Plan Spreadsheet

Automatic Writing: Views

look out the window to the man I look out the window. I never dare to say anything and he did, just look. We look like idiots, stare without a word. But today it's over, I speak today. However, when I open my mouth the phone rings. Another day will be.


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Sunday, May 15, 2011

Silver Mirror Contacts For Cheap

new design! Luggage

At last I have changed the design escribolee, as I promised you what do you think? Please do not hesitate to say so. I tell you a little change:
  1. is much nicer do not you think? I've changed the template, the background and the head, took all morning to it.
  2. I have a section for each blog that I have. Of reviews coming soon, I'm on it!
  3. Sidebar is much shorter, because I've got competitions and members in two separate pages.
  4. The reading area is now wider, the larger print, and readability improved
  5. Everything is more organized (to see how long)
  6. I made a list of stories published in alphabetical order, to find them easily which you seek if you want to reread some.
  7. I put a download section, so that you have access to all electronic publications that appear in stories mine.
  8. This is as before, but hey: you can subscribe by email if you do not have google account.
  9. I put a new section of all my blogs on top, in case you've missed something.
Other things ...
I notice that two weeks ago I republished in raiders of the night and I put a poll in interdimensional traveler: do you want the second season continues with the story of Diana, or prefer to change Traveling?
to affiliates and contests, and remember you are not in the sidebar, but in the pages. Anyway, I will notify one by one.
soon hang a series of logos for you to choose which you like best or the one I hit, but that will probably next week.
On 24 June, as is my birthday, I'll do a contest, sweepstakes. This time will be international.
And that's all I've done (I think ..). Please do not forget to comment what you think the new design, your opinion counts!

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Kntted Papoose Free Pattern

May: Paradise and tide

previous stories: Seeking matazombies , The legend of unicorns , Hunting )
This month there was a misunderstanding with the slogans addicted to writing and there were two: heaven or high water. So I took and I've put together ... The result is rather cheesy as I have you used (much more) but what has gone ...

Paradise: We
paradise together tirelessly around the world, across oceans and continents, reaching where no one had come, to every corner of this wide world. Never found this place, but now, in the last moments of my life and surrounded by your arms, I realize that our search was not so absurd, because the paradise I have lived every moment I spent with you.
Just do save my ashes and when you die, I hope in many years, our children catch the polls and throw us into the sea when the tide is high, to continue our journey together for all eternity. ----------------------------------------------


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Friday, May 13, 2011

Rom Fire Emblem Sword Of Seals

Story for the week of zombie story (Urge matazombies) 111

Due to Blogger technical problems (which often two days has given us all the bloggers we were desperate!), I deleted the entry, here the public again:
This is the story and I made image to compete in the II Zombie Story week. Pass through there, it's worth! Seeking

matazombies

Seeking matazombies. The reason? Well, one of those smelly bastards has bitten me and soon I will become one of them. Sounds easy, until recently, you gave a kick and you were one. But nothing, just look for it ...
not misunderstand me: there are many types out there with bats and all kinds of weapons, but what I'm looking for a professional, which leave you stone dead. I would not want one of those fools do not come to kill me completely and then months pass me crawling around with a member before. No, no way. I'm going to turn into a zombie but I will not lose my dignity That never!
So here I am, like a fool putting up posters across the city to my 60 years of age, I am not for these jogging, and to top it off every now and then I have to stop beating occasionally dodging the zombies, because as even I am not one of them will probably try to eat me. This is a shame! The government was able to control all diseases, that if the flu, mad cow disease if ... But the plague of zombies no! And now, for incompetence, I'm going to make one also. If you know voting no such wimps! Already
I ran out of posters, and I have much sleep. I hope that some of the professional matazombies read one and be able to find my street, because I suspect that tomorrow I'll wake up ... and one of them. -------------------------------------------------
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All stories and characters in this blog are fictitious. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

D2nt Create Full Revenjue



Miniature is a journal of micro fantasy genre very good, I recommend reading it.
has emerged as the number 111, where there is a story of mine, The Magic Sword.
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other issues in which I have posted stories:
87 (The soul to the devil)
90 (The Treasure of the dead city)
93 (Boredom fatal)
96 (Night witch)
99 (Dragon in heat)
106 ( The curious journey time Kristen Jacob)

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Causes Of Roughness Of Gums

Minatures Magazine Dreams


man I dreamed of my life. He was incredibly intelligent, incredibly handsome, incredibly perfect, wonderful. So perfect it made me feel insignificant, so wonderful that I got scared and ran away from him.
was not until I lost sight of that I realized how stupid it was, and then woke up. Since that day, I look for in my dreams haunted by my decision ... but even in dreams may be too late. ----------------------------------------------



----------------------------------- All stories and characters in this blog are fictitious. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.

Pattycake Online Slips

A great contest

do not usually do competitions tickets (You know I'd rather just take the banner), but it was mandatory and it is juicy prize XD. They do have books to read and form national and international.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Why Do Guys Like Their Nipples Rubbed

Important Notice!

I received the official confirmation by mail that I have lost the letter. If I have sent an ordinary letter or package from Barcelona last April, know that I have not received because I have lost mail. Put a claim (and incidentally send us an email saying what it was) if you are the sender of the mysterious letter, please.
Leaving aside the fact that the postman brought that came on 18 when it actually came on day 28 (and over it was I who opened the door!) and not to climb 10 steps made me go look, go over and do not find it. Then I have a week in the air, going almost every day to inform me. CarterĂ­a those from the subject. And finally take pity on me and called me to say that they do not find it anywhere and to make a complaint if I want, but that will not help because it regular mail and I have no right to compensation. What a nose! Anyway, it said and the moral: if you will not get into your mailbox, you must certify the cards or you have no right neither you nor the recipient.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Shiny Pokemon List Dp

Addicts compilation of writing: Give me a picture

Ya se ha hecho el recopilatorio de Adictos a la Escritura RegĂĄlame una foto, en el que estĂĄ mi relato Concurso de CreaciĂłn. ¡ La descarga es gratuĂ­ta !

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

How To Do Multiplication 100x100

The beauty of Prague is deafening



Her beauty deafening four wonderful days I spent there.
I will see, Prague.

December 8th, 2004 Milena Velba Bowling

Tears Voting in ink addicts Project

Lågrimas de tinta hizo un juego al que me presenté. La idea era hacer un relato en base a una imagen, que es la siguiente:
Mi relato, MaldiciĂłn , estĂĄ colgado en el blog y han empezado las votaciones ¡Pasad y no dudĂ©is en votar por el mĂ­o si os gusta!
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Otra cosa: el servicio de correos de AlcorcĂłn me ha perdido a mysterious letter. All I know is that mail and that comes from Barcelona. They no longer find it on Friday and I've had to go to post 3 times, so whatever, it is clear to the sender (if it passes escribolee) that have not received it yet (have to put notice in my blog ... shame on service!).

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Where Can We Find Dialga In Pokemon Deluge

April (the legend of unicorns)

(previous entries: Hunting , This land is mine! and death Fleeing )

This is the April draft Addicted to Scripture that was to make a children's story. Hope you like! (Again see my tendency to get unicorns in fairy tales ... I am nothing original ...). In short, the moral can apply to us adults as well (going for you, anonymous!).
By the way, do not forget to visit The Chronicles of Cripe need opinions! Without further ado, the story:

The legend of unicorns

Had a legend that would be born two girls, one with white hair and a black hair, which would be the most evil and the kindest of the land, but what would be what would be known only when the evil black catch the unicorn and the unicorn kind white.

When the two girls were born, everyone was clear: the girl with dark hair, obviously, would be chosen by the black unicorn, so they decided to keep him under constant surveillance to prevent their evil, while the girl white hair was spoiled by all and brought up to be the leader of the country when he grew up. The day of the eclipse and the two girls came were taken to the forest, where they were told to catch a unicorn.
The white-haired girl looked for the right place in a clearing and spread a thick and strong network to capture the white unicorn when he appeared. If the unicorn appeared black, just let him pass by. Finally, a bright light flooded the course, preceding the entrance of the white horse ...
The girl with black hair, believing it would be the choice of black unicorn after so many years listening to the same, simply sit and wait and dozed until a noise woke her helmet. With a sigh, he stroked the dark hair of the creature and asked him to accompany her.

The white-haired girl entered the village, dragging the net and shouting
- I caught the white unicorn!
When all came unraveled the network and could not avoid releasing exclamations of surprise when they found that the creature's fur was jet black. Were even more amazed when the white unicorn appeared, with black hair girl sleep over it.

Moral: stick to the facts before you judge anyone, perhaps the white-haired girl to spoil that all is not so good as indicated by their hair ...


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All stories and characters in this blog are fictitious. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Annulus Tear And Bilateralburning Feet

Cripe Chronicles

For a class assignment, which we did create a wordpress blog, I created The Chronicles of Cripe. Unlike all my other blogs, I post there are real stories that happened to me in the bar where I work. Do not miss it, it's worth!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Up-close Tight Briefs



Well, I do not know what to say that I do break for exams if I update every week, but anyway. The Raiders only break of the night (mostly because I'm out of material and I can not make anything new until the end). This entry is for anthology of women writers club . Sweet Wow I hope I will accept it, is a somewhat twisted love does not end well ... XD.

Hunting Entered the city through the port Delmedeiae after several weeks traveling as a stowaway on the ship of the clergy of the property. In a way, I suspect they knew they were here, they often find food suspiciously abandoned in the most unusual places and over a long time passed too close to where he was hiding. I know they are powerful enough to detect an intruder if disturbed, so I appreciate that if it found me, I have been out of my hiding place ... or I would not have been thrown overboard. Although, of course, that would be against their philosophy and religion.
I heard horrible things about this city cursed and all that is in the archipelago KulitĂ­es. Although imposition of the covenant they made with the Union after the war ended Dielmanesa between them, had to adopt the religion of the benign gods, in fact most of its inhabitants, thieves, criminals and murderers, worship and demons ... no official leaders are mere puppets led by the true masters ... the undead. I'm leaving quickly
Port District and I am the Temple District, and I know that this area is completely independent, is the only one in the citywide know that evil is kept at bay. In fact, the boat filled with clergy and Paladins in which I made the trip has been sent as reinforcement and replacement of the clergy who have been here since a few months. I guess that clerics must be rotating, because trying to impose order in a city where chaos dominates wears the powers and the faith of anyone. As I have understood, so I told the young sailor who helped me get into the boat without being seen, the clerics of the good must fight three factions: the underworld (which is associated with a band of vampires), the Council Guild (which is for free and generally pursued their own benefits) and another band of vampire underworld that controls independent of the cemetery district. If I know that once was my lover, Kodos, will have joined the latter.
do not know what hit me more, if the fact that I leave for his dream of finding eternal life or the price it was willing to pay for it. When I left I spent many months in solitude, not knowing what was intended. Then I noticed how slowly he was losing his humanity, until finally I had a prophetic dream that showed me how, after ending the lives of several innocent people, was accepted by the clique of vampires and become an aberration. All I know is that when he was about to hire the Vampire Slayer to finish him off, I realized that had to be me to make this work, so was our relationship and myself. And now I'm here, because something tells me that among all the cities of the archipelago damn, it is precisely this: the biggest and the most plagued by corruption and crime. I will find and will end with the monster that has the same appearance, but it's not him.
surprised by the beauty that can take this city without a soul, I find the Temple District full of houses, but no place where an ordinary citizen seeking protection of the Good can rest. I guess it's normal, because nobody in this damn city seeks to protect the Good. How to spend the night without being robbed or murdered or enslaved is a serious problem. Should go hunting now, but I need a little rest and psych up before going after Kodos and I'm not stupid enough to do so in the darkest times, times that vampires are more powerful. Concerned that there are fewer light, go to the gates of the city and asked a soldier who looks at me strangely and, holding his sword tightly, telling me that the best I can do is go to the central area of \u200b\u200bthe city and try your luck at gold and gem in the marketplace.
The tavern is a place of sufficient quality, only surpassed by the landlord, for the dragon marble, where hosted by the great officials. By the looks of the customers and the place where it is, I infer correctly that is a pretty expensive place where merchants spend the night without a special agreement with the unions. However, given that the alternative is to spend the night in an unsafe place, I let go of my gold coins happily. After all, it may not happen tonight. I have a beer with a drunk businessman who told me before falling round:
- Are you new in town? Do not worry, here there is only one rule ... Do not get caught ... unless you have a lot of money.
Disgusted, I retreat to my room and tried unsuccessfully to sleep unas horas antes del amanecer. Ha llegado el momento de salir de caza. El tabernero me mira anonadado mientras salgo por la puerta, pero no se molesta en detenerme. La gente de esta ciudad bastante tiene con protegerse a sĂ­ misma, nadie aspira a ayudar a otros. Imagino lo que piensa: si quiere morir, es cosa suya. Pero yo no voy a morir… voy a matar.
Sigo mi intuición en dirección al Distrito del Cementerio, moviéndome de sombra en sombra con el menor ruido posible. Sé que estå cerca, porque aun lleva el medallón que le regalé y puedo percibirlo. Cuando voy a doblar una esquina, una forma se abalanza contra mí y me derriba. Lucho con todas mis fuerzas contra el vampiro, pero es demasiado fuerte para mí and about his fangs on my neck ... before ashes. I look stunned savior. Kodos gives me a half smile that makes you poke one of his tusks. More beautiful than ever, moves with the grace of a cat his huge muscles, but he is now less than ever.
- I knew you would come, "he says, coming closer. Wield my sword with its blade firmly and interpose between the two. - How do I threats?
- Do not take a step further, murderous beast, "I say, with a heavy heart. He laughs and I feel as if I had not changed anything, as if we were in Dielmo and nothing had happened.
- You're still the man I fell in love "He says with velvety voice - think I've changed, but you are wrong.
- lie! I've been killing innocent people!
- Ah, your prophecies. But you should learn to see better, love. I killed, but not innocent. In this city, there are no more pure souls that the louts of the Temple District, and my drain I'm doing more good than all of them together. And the reward is eternal life!
slowly is coming and I can not resist his hypnotic gaze. Contemptuously away my sword, which falls to the ground and kiss me passionately. Besa as beautifully as ever, but something has changed. His mouth has a metallic taste, perceive vaguely. A taste of blood, I shudder while awake spell and grab my belt stake, stuck in the heart.
Separated from me and looks at me puzzled as it withers. His eyes seem pure, as in the old days, and I know I will carry this image taxed until the end of my days. Crying, pick up the medallion from the ashes and get up quickly when he heard a noise behind me.
- You have done well, "says the sailor who helped me reach Delmedeiae. I look at him without understanding, until you remove the wig and undoes the spell illusion that surrounds him, to reveal the shape of the vampire hunter who was about to hire. - It is always hard to kill them, whereas before they were someone we love can be explained "But if you do, then you are worthy. Will you join my people, to stop them?
I look even with tears in his eyes and head nods slowly. After a last look at the ashes of which was my great love, accompanied him toward my new life. I have a lot to learn and when they do, the vampires will tremble at the mention of my name.

Go head! I forgot this:
Coming soon ... I'll upload the interview. XD -----------------------------------------


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All stories and characters in this blog are fictitious. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Cubefield 2 Difference

Come. Reza. Ama. Petits


The story of a woman who gives up everything-home, friends, money, even as long as husband to find herself. To feel passion for life, food and fall in love again.
A true story about how once you find you've missed completely. Come
. Reza. Ama. as a philosophy of life is synonymous with happiness assured.


Could

Friday, April 15, 2011

Getting Grenadine Out Of Carpets Dried In

Pause Game Pause: April slogan

The slogan of this month was EARTH. I'm still testing , this is a special entry because it had the story done and I forgot to hang!

This land is mine!
Nobody was going to say, when they bought the lovely cottage, which would be put like mess. Apparently, there was a problem for several generations boundary between the land and surrounding. The elderly owner of the neighboring lands claimed several meters as his own and when they went to talk to him to find the wall a few feet from where it should be, the cantankerous Mr. drew his gun and, pointing, shouted
- This land is mine!
Unfortunately, this call ended with the meager forces of the old, the heart is stopped and fell to the floor with the gun is fired in the coup and gave a glancing blow to his neighbor.
At least a few days later the heirs came to their new neighbors and, apologetically, hostilities ended with a cake as an offering. The gratefully accepted, but because of family history and had not wanted a piece, they decided to throw it away, just in case ...

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Ideas For A Psa On Alcohol

Crims conjugals

passar my Mentre that jo em perfectly still unable viure veiga sense you.

a relationship.
a step further.
Murder.


Petits conjugals Crims is a play on which portrays the moment when, to take one more step in a relationship, mental killer who idealized to the point they become unreal.
When mistrust grows between two people who love and are fully understood, become, another, in their worst enemy.
a work that reaches all the audience-if you really keep a corner in your heart to the theater, and awakens in a younger completely missed something in other more adult.


Intrigue, surprise and suspense. A love that destroys, disturbs you and makes you ask yourself for true love begins when infatuation ends in?, Are we able to fool the other not to hurt us more at a certain point?
gender
a work written by Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt French and directed by Xico Maso with the clear objective of achieving absolute sincerity in the characters of Lisa and Gilles, Laura Warren and sung by Ramon Madaula.
A delight to everyone until 24 April in Poliorama Teatre de Barcelona.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

When Do The Sales End In Italy?

Review our opening

On March 23, 2006 Chair opened the Reading and Writing UNECO sub-based Central University of Venezuela, assigned to the area of \u200b\u200bLinguistics at the Graduate Studies Committee of the Faculty of Humanities and Education of the Universidad Central de Venezuela, coordinated by the PhD in Discourse Studies. General Coordination of the Chair is located at the University of Valle, School of Language Sciences, in Cali, Colombia. It has seven offices in Latin America: Colombia, Argentina, Chile, Mexico, Peru, Puerto Rico and Venezuela. Five branches in Colombia, seven branches in Argentina, three branches in Chile, two branches in Mexico and two branches in Venezuela.



The objectives of the Chair are:
1. Promote and accelerate the exchange and appropriation of knowledge for the renovation and academic excellence in the field of reading and writing, and teaching the mother tongue.



2. Encourage the design of innovative models of teaching, learning and development of reading and writing at different levels esucativos.



3. Influence the formation and maintenance of high-level students in education and research in language and literacy processes.



4. Affect the renewal of the initial training of teachers in reading and writing maternay language of the region.





5. Result in a change of national education policies and Latin American language teaching and developing reading and writing that enable better student academic performance in Latin America.





members of the UNESCO Literacy Sub-based Central University of Venezuela are



Adriana Bolivar ar (Coordinator): Coordinator Academic Committee and head of postgraduate research in the line labeled Academic Discourse and Academic. Responsible for maintaining relationships with other sites and sub-offices of the Chair and facilitate the activities covered by the Chair, namely, training and research, training and studies, upgrade, training, seminars, conferences and forums and international cooperation.




Rebecca B eke (Assistant Coordinator): Assistant Coordinator of the Academic Committee. Representative of the School of Education and co-coordinator of the ECOLE project (Strategies Reading Comprehension). Is responsible for activities related to training in reading and writing undergraduate and research programs and updating for teachers.





Elba Bru not Castelli (voice 1): Representative of the School of Education and co-coordinator of the ECOLE project. Head of the Language Ronbinson Program sponsored by the Secretariat of the UCV. Responsible for course-related activities of understanding and producing texts aimed at graduates who will enter the UCV. It deals with international and national cooperation with other universities the Chair.




Martha Shiro (vocal 2): \u200b\u200b Representative of the Institute of Philology "Andres Bello." Responsible for research activities in the area of \u200b\u200breading and writing in the UCV. Writing Committee coordinates the Latin American ALFAL, and deals with international cooperation with other universities in the Chair.




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Saturday, April 2, 2011

To Make Toy With Dynamo

Fleeing death (writing Automatic April) and notes writing Addicts

(previous stories: For what I've , illustrated short story , multiple Deja vu, creating competition )

death Finding
I knew death was coming after me. I do not know how, but I knew. So I thought about how he could take me away and I realized that my house was a hazard. Remove all potentially damaging elements, file the sharp edges of furniture and took care of the plugs were safe. Then I realized that if he went abroad, the death would find me and so I stayed in my home and ordered then sure everything I needed online. But even he was not sure, because relatives and friends kept coming to visit and there was a possibility that some of them murdered me. So I threw them all and not let anyone else, not even for the most important meals of the year, like Christmas. Unfortunately, to get away from me I promoted my own death ... because I choked and had not one around to help.


Well, three little things only:
1 .- This is the diploma for participating in the contest blog Karol


2 .- I won the Pack 3 pen the fallen angel! Bounce, yes ... XD
3.-Interview for all partners (including me) writers club. My answers in the comments.
4 .- I'm sorry, but I'm agobiadĂ­sima. My final exams begin before Easter (crazy, right? In May I'll be on vacation ...) and I have to finish an entire web page then, in addition to studying a huge wad of paper and passing clean notes. So I have to put up the shutters. Not last long, but it is necessary for my mental health ...

Friday, April 1, 2011

Diagram Press And Lock

This is like the dog chasing its tail

How to convince himself that an obvious fact is, in fact, a lie?
When is enough "enough to stop deluding?


(···) And do they sound so great, I promise not to say anything. Nothing is always the whole truth. "Nothing" means nothing. Words that say nothing in these four walls.
Promises worthless, nothing, nothing ...

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Taste Blood After Wisdom

March (Give me a photo) Deja vu

(previous stories: for whatever comes, illustrated short story, multiple Deja vu)

This is a project of this month writing addicts. The idea was that everyone did a photo and then will be drawn. This is the picture that touched me do what I have been difficult?

Well, this is the story that has come out of the strange image. Obviously, strange ...

creation contest

Geom
The God looked with satisfaction its model for Planet Earth. Surely this time he won, was a perfect spherical shape with hemispherical elevations at regular intervals. Had not been perfect, with the occasional dash of color and small specks that should not be there, but it was still a model.
quickly covered her with a little ether his work and went to the constellation where it was to choose the model, which greeted his opponents, the Weather God and the God Pang.
When they reached the ten gods of the competition jury, first uncovered the model of Meteo, before the expectant eyes of his two opponents. It was an area full of gaps, as if hundreds of small rocks hit against him.
- Mmm, "they said in unison.
-So many gaps ... so bland ... I do not like, "said another, to the nods of others. Geom suspected, although in theory the Gods Jurors were 10, actually was a single body with 10 different bodies, because never heard them disagree.
- Man, I like, have something, "Pang God over the shoulder of the Jury. Geom brayed so low. Pang, who was always win these things, could afford to get excited about the work of others.
But this time I'll win, sure, it Geom said to himself, which he played now show their work. Proud chest out, opened it with great theatricality.
- Mmm, "they said in unison the Gods juries.
- Bored ... very consistent ... and where the water goes? Asked the speaker ever.
- As between the hemispheres, obviously! Geom-rebuked the judges, very angry. They looked at him blankly, and went to the last model, the Pang, which opened it with some trepidation.
- Mmm, "they said in unison again.
- Interesting ... inspiring ... How it works Asked the always intrigued.
- So proud you will see, "said Pang. "The inside is made of molten rock, so the plates will move between them. I called Pangea plates. In the lower tiers will be water, and the highest can live humans and other living things, even if you place in water also inhabit aquatic life. Furthermore, to make the most entertaining thing you'll atmosphere and a sun to evaporate the water and when it cools in the atmosphere, falls as droplets or ice crashed. I just needed something that influenced on the larger water bodies, and I can think of, we can use the model of Meteo like Luna to tides. Jury
Gods nodded approvingly as Geom growled under his breath that the contest (and all competitions) were rigged, but internally had been fascinated by the project Pang. Bitter once again for his failure, he left shortly afterwards, decided not to participate in competitions to create the creatures that populate this wonderful planet.
- Hey, wait, "said Pang, who approached. - Do you really not going to introduce you to making contest?
- No, my friend, "growled the god. "Obviously you can not compete with you.
- Really? You will see, your model has given me great inspiration. Could I use your pattern to create certain creatures? We could work together!
sulk, Geom pray and was finally accepted:
- What do you think?
- Well, you see, I thought that your employer would be ideal to make the legs of creatures are called hens. Have feathers and make a noise too funny when you walk. We use it for other birds. And, with amendments, perhaps we could make the shells of certain reptiles, which are called scales ...
The two gods walked away talking amicably to Pang's workshop, eager to create hundreds of models with the pattern of hemispheres.
sure we win this time, he said Geom.