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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.

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March 27

some unconditional love is the fuel of a pure heart.

Love is finding yourself, fight the fear of the unknown, face a fourth wall, feel the adrenaline flowing, note the presence of a crowd of people judging you and still remain calm.

grow together on a stage with no games, no gimmicks, no hassles. Hoping to fulfill a dream in the mind and heart is forged.

love is to live what you ache and I long to live in the world of theater.

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(previous entries: Memories in the pentacle , for whatever comes, illustrated short story)

Just quiet house and walks down the street briskly and joy in the body. At one point, se cruza con una mujer que regaña a su hija pequeña por correr por la calle lejos de ella, y tras una última mirada atrás por curiosidad, sigue adelante en su paseo.

Unos cuantos pasos más allá, llegando a una esquina, una niña –la misma niña con la que se acaba de cruzar hace apenas unos segundos- choca con él. Mira atrás, sorprendido, para encontrarse con que la niña y su madre ya no están al alcance de su visión. Encogiéndose de hombros, piensa:

“Será su gemela”, pero nada más acabar este pensamiento ve a la madre correr hacia ellos, gritando el nombre de la pequeña. Al llegar a su altura, pide disculpas y empieza a regañar the girl from running down the street from her.

A shudder runs through the body, but eventually your mind comes to a rational conclusion: a déjà vu.

still innocently walking down the street and watch the town hall clock, which strikes five. Puzzled, because that is the time you have left home and have already spent five minutes long, looks at his watch and was surprised to see that mark the same hour. Stunned, wondering how many chances that two clocks (one of them almost brand new) stand at the same time the same day, making grace, continues its path with a chuckle. In those crosses with a neighbor who is walking her dog and have the small and are always polite conversation: "Good afternoon



" Good afternoon

- How's it going?

"All right, what about you?

"Well here, taking the dog. Well, Skinner continued to be impatient, to another.

-to another.

Keep going, thinking about how lucky they are to have found a neighborhood like this, where everyone is so friendly. Not over thinking this when it becomes to cross with the same neighbor with her dog. "Good afternoon



" Good evening "he says, astonished.

- How's it going?

"Well as before Man, we just saw.

- What do you mean? I have not seen you since yesterday.

- Sure? Well, I'm fine, how about you?

"Well here, taking the dog. Well, Skinner continued to be impatient, to another.

-to another.

He stood, watching away and unable to react for a moment. When he turns to continue his journey, the distance is the same neighbor across the street with his dog, and he crosses the street in turn, limited to greet him from afar by hand to avoid having the same conversation again . Passed through his mind countless hypotheses, but the only it seems likely it is that has gone mad. And can someone be crazy poses to be crazy?

sits back and looks at his watch, which continues to mark the five, but this time he realizes he does not stand as the second continues to spin, endlessly, but without the minute hand forward to it.

Terrified, see how the clock is spinning and how, exactly one minute intervals, the same woman in red crosses in front of the bench where he sits. In that time he realizes he is trapped in the interval of time ranging from five to five and one minute. Begins to despair when trying to explain what happens to pedestrians and compassionate look at him with faces, thinking him mad. However, a minute later, it becomes to cross with the same people that do not recognize.

wanders aimlessly through the streets, watching the same people over and over again, until finally, exhausted, decides to stop to rest on the steps of a portal. At that time, he realizes that he has gone to sit right in front of the jewelry you purchased the clock for a week scarce. Wondering if there will be a signal comes into the store just as the clock strikes five.

"But well, do yours too? "Said the kind old man who sold the watch - Bring, bring, which I fix at once, before passing minute. It tends

stunned the watch and see how the old man begins to rattle him with nimble fingers, while grumbling under his breath. Finally, in less than thirty seconds, the old man returned the watch says

"These modern clocks are no longer what they were. Now break down at once and of course one is trapped under what needles stop working. You have had the bad luck that he defaced all but the second, but could have been much worse. Imagine, sir, if you have broken all the time. What a mess! But fear not, it's fixed and needles will not cause problems again. Of course, care for it well.

almost unable to speak, or understand exactly what it was that had happened, he stares with his mouth open as the clock ticks past five. Finally, when it has been more than ten minutes, leaves the store unsteadily and starts to walk in any direction, realizing with relief, that does not intersect twice with the same person.

A couple of hours later, he meets a friend who salutes, and begins to talk to him.

"But man, Peter, we just talked about the same thing just now. Look

amazed his friend and his gaze falls on the clock having the wrist, back and the same collection than yours.

"Go to where you bought the watch, man. The watchmaker will solve your problem.

His friend looks at him like he was crazy, but knowing that progress continues to understand everything you continue to move down the street and meet with the same people who a moment ago had been found already. Then, laughing hysterically, she wondered how many times the cross with his friend before it reaches the clock.

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Among states, pictures and cyber-relationships ... JA

Perhaps by reading the title you have realized that I'm talking about. Yes folks, in this post we will talk about Facebook ( click here to go to my profile ).

Many of those who visit the Sea of \u200b\u200bScripture are young so I know that in this network there are pages which you can become a fan or, as now it is said, can give I like.

Usually such pages have a violent temper as hosts are flying and you are putting face airport, loving too much -Of which no example will not want to put the cache and the dignity of my blog will not falter, and as a manual for the opposite sex as female Language. Other pages to made for people who have been inside and arrogance that only shows him things like: Use big words to confuse people silly or insignificant human Calla. There are also pages with dumb jokes that you have when you get bored in class: How curse a chick to another chick? Caldito you! or The DJ says: Let's dance all on! And Cesar was crying ... Also, those pages that help you think and you realize they do silly things like: The advice that I give are mistakes I made or disappointed When you forgive someone even if it is no longer the same . Others that are true as fists as Although the friendship is over secrets to the grave take or I have also smiled when I should have shit in your whore mother . And, after all, are the typical as I forget the English and I star to talk in Inglés or see a bag floating on the beach and missing legs to run thinking it's a jellyfish .

And one day, who does not like things, you find a page you break all the schemes, which makes you see that not every plan is a joke to make you laugh and distract, but to inform a friend, surely Facebook user, all your feelings in an indirect way:

"My friend did not return from the battlefield, sir, request permission to go find him," said a soldier to his lieutenant.

Permission denied

-soldier, "said the officer did not want to risk his life for a man who probably died

Then the soldier, ignoring the ban, went out and returned an hour later, mortally wounded transporting the body of his friend.

The officer was furious

- I told him he was dead! Now I lost two men! Tell me was it worth it to bring a corpse?

And the dying soldier said

"Certainly, sir. When I met him he was still alive and could tell me, I was sure you would come!

friend is he who comes when everyone is gone.

PD, probably not needed, but this post is dedicated to a very special person me, my better half as far as regards friendship. My S groin L adie particular.

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This is my story:

Memories in the pentacle

Sitting on the pentacle, I remember how I first came to the magic shop with skepticism, unable to believe that he had decided to bring me here in the fourth round. More than once I asked why I decided to leave him if we had nothing in common. Although I must admit that although I never knew why I took that first appointment, then I thought I love him.

bought several rare magical components of names and lots of candles, then went home and made our first spell together. What is most fascinating work! Since then, I became his apprentice and taught me everything he knew. But as time passed, I began to notice changes in him. I looked as worried, and did not understand why. Until one day he forgot the day that pointed all the results of experiments done with magic. I'll never know if he did by mistake or if it really his guilt made him leave it at home on purpose. The fact is that there was everything: how I had been bewitched to accept out with him, with all the little charms that had made for me stop being skeptical. I even had changed so he could make magic, when I could not before!

I left the newspaper in their mailbox with well-marked pages and went to the magic shop for reagents for purification and delete all the spells he had cast on me. But, referring to the grimoires, I discovered that I could never stop being a magician, because that spell was irreversible, unless overturned by the same person who launched it. After purification, spent several days feeling How strange to be back was if he had the ability to do magic? So I showed up at his house and look, regretful and full of sadness, I wordless said yes, that would undo the spell.

But now that I look back on our history, sitting on the pentacle, I realize that in fact I do not want to give up magic ... or him. Because his only fault was to love, open my mind and give me a wonderful gift. Because I never manipulated to love him, but to give him a chance.

- Stop! I shout, hoping it's not too late.

He interrupts the spell only half done and holds my gaze hopefully. Finally, he says:

- had lost hope.

With tears in his eyes, I throw myself on him and hug him with all my strength.

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for whatever comes ...

To sleep, to play three in a row with my mate next door to play with computer, read my e-book, to get me to facebook, write microstories stupid like this ... I do not know why I come to class. Since then, no address, but you know the gods that I try ... the first 10 minutes.

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Pablo Motos:

Today it has fulfilled a dream in my life: to know you personally, and I think we spend a little to all: for all of us are a little "humor."

When we go to see a comedy, somehow v masters looking , it looks like the first kiss, the happiness we gave each episode of Friends . Whenever we see some comedy, but you're not, but no one, where there is humor always say: Wow, if I have to feel it again.

Jenn, thanks for making us so happy.

Indeed, entry number 100 of Sea Scripture.

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drawing + short story and notes

The gentleman woke up surprised to be alive and looked around. The scene of tenderness between the great dragon and their young left him even more astonished. Staggering, he left the place thinking that perhaps all the dragons were not so evil.

Well, first many thanks for your support everyone. Therefore should not be discouraged but I have been a very bad time and any little thing affects me more than it should. I still find it amazing that people (academics, no less!) confuse fiction and reality in a strange way and feel offended by things that make no sense, but hey: you have to have everything in this life.

The second: the blog of Karol Scandiu stories are running a contest in which I participate. I recommend that you go there because it's worth (the blog of Karol always deserves). Mine will be published shortly, and I tell you.

third thing: I'm mulling another draw, but will have to wait until late June to July to be launched (first for not having time, second to give a break to my portfolio.) This time it will draw "contest at a time.

The fourth, and I have half decided the new look of the blog. I just want to take time to overcome my natural clumsiness with the technology ... blogger and let me do what I do.

Fifthly: I regret not being very active lately, I have no time for anything and the little that it leaves me scratching to moderate comments from trolls and others.

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Sorry, censorship

in my life thought I would come to this, but comments from some anonymous force me to it. Censorship is imposed. I accept the criticism, friends, that's why I hang my stories here to help me to improve. But the insults and personal attacks I will not tolerate. Everything comes
by comments from the first day. If you remember, was about two geeks on the first day of class. Well, mr anonymous not only seriously offended (who knows why) but it is dedicated to label me a judgmental, self-centered, asocial ... even suggesting that perhaps should not be in my career because I can not stand teamwork.
Several considerations in this regard:
1 .- My characters have nothing of mine. I passed that stage at age 15. Some are asocial, others a few corny and other psychopaths. This does not mean that I'm antisocial, and psychopathic corny. At best, I write about situations I have gone and only indirectly from the point of view I think it makes the other person in question, or even expose situations that have happened to me but with different characters.
2.-I hate that people do not dare to come forward. I will not deign to respond to the criticism of no more mr anonymous, unless it is properly identified with a little something that allows me to recognize.
3.-if you really know me by how I write, you should know when I'm joking and when I'm serious. Example: I told people in my class had a stick in the ass XD. That means a joke, at least in my town. Some do not deny it, but not all. I also said that rewards superficiality in my career (no XD) that is true. There must be a genius ...
4.-As I am not my characters, do not share all their views. Neither I am responsible for them. If a character has a psychological profile x, have their say as that profile and not another. Nor should it be a genius. 5 .-
have a public life on the blog does not mean that people have an open bar to criticize my way of being. I have my faults and my virtues, like everyone else. My self-esteem is not no big deal, so do not need idiots who brought me the defects. And even less if I can not defend because it supports anonymous.
6.-If you want to say, you should do it with a little respect. I do not agree with many of your opinions, but respect. Please do not opinéis nothing without arguments. There is nothing worse than an unqualified arguments. It is absolutely irrational.

Another thing, this is specific to my ex-boyfriend but contributes to the decision to censor the comments: please blog comments are about the blog and my writing, not to send love pseudocartas misspelled. Make Please, if you want to do, which is the regular mail. It will not work anyway, but at least not piss me off more.

Well, nothing more. I am sorry to come to this but circumstances force me.

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talent never lost .

mature talent in the silence of the mind. In the daily routine of everyday life, the stress in the love and passion, the bad and the good times ...

So the talent is forged in silence. But flows when you need it most.

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twisting tales I: Peter Pan and compilation of Scripture

(previous stories: Body analog, digital life ; favorite customers and I am This novel I)

One day I was bored and I got to misrepresent stories popular. Today, Peter Pan ..

was very angry. Wendy, who had grown since the last time, had told him to be mature. Mature! Of course, the games have bored him, he was against the natural order of things, but grow only brought complications. Although, remembering Wendy's sweet lips, thought for a moment that growth would not be so bad. At that time began to fall.

- Bad time you chose for these thoughts, Peter Pan! , mentally chided. Desperately tried to remember why I wanted to be a child. Just in time. Fly back again, he vowed never to think about it. ***

take that input is too short to notice that now you can download the compilation Changing Vision Addicts of Scripture, in which I participated with the story the first day.