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Six Word Story: GoneI don't want to lose you.

Filofobia Filofobia de una mente destruida

Lo mismo y sin sentido. Buscando sin buscar, apreciando sin apreciar, amando sin poder amar, llorando sin tener lágrimas, anhelando sin poder imaginar, sintiendo sin tener los sentimientos necesarios.
He visto a esta persona ¿Siento algo por él? No, yo sé que siento nada, es solo que…. Me aferro a su presencia porque sé que no surgirá algo más fuerte que una amistad; No, no es amor, ni siquiera sé si es un sentimiento.

¡NO QUIERO! Tengo miedo, estoy asustada de tu piel.
Busco defectos donde no los hay, hurgo en tus poros para encontrar uno solo y cuando al fin lo encuentro no estoy segura si es ve

Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]

The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.

They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t

I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th

Ignorance Is Bliss Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you.

I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone you as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t.

You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did you

Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.

It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.

Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes

Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
Find your beauty. N

The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,

Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?

Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,

Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?

Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,

Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?

In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,

If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?

Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,

And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,

Oddity is what

I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.

Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,

This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.

Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?

His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school gradu

NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.

You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose

i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev

Forever LetterDear You,

I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
I discovered.

Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks l

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The American Nightmare*Caution: This story is not safe for young children. It is very scary.*
A little girl comes skipping into her house. She has a bright, cheery smile upon her face and she's holding dandelions in her hands. But soon, the smile is wiped off her face as she opens the fridge...
To her terror, there is nothing to eat. Sadly, due to her American diet and 1st world problems, the only food she is capable of digesting is soda, potato chips, and hamburgers. Not once in her life has she thought of trying some fruit or vegetables. For she is an American.
"Mother!" she cries, "There is nothing to eat!" The little girl falls to her knees and weeps because she's too blind to see that there is still food in the refrigerator. Her handful of dandelions fall to the floor along with her tears.
But there is no reply, because the hunger has already taken her dear old mother. And there is no reply fr

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and the air inside me
burns my lungs
It's new to me
To feel refreshed
but yet upset
I am reborn
Every time something new
And I'm surprised
The shape shocks me

I don't know how it happens
It takes its time
To form, to grow, to bloom
And I'm glad

I give my soul
And I'm glad

I transform ideas into reality
And I'm glad

I am an artist
No one can stop me
And I'm glad

The Night of InsecuritiesI'm scared of dark.
It's unknown and misterious.
It makes me feel vulnerable.
Reminds me of my fears.

Shhh...
Listen! You can hear them.
Voices!
They're coming screaming.
Be quiet! You can hear them!
"Useless! Coward! Freak!"
They're laughing at me.
"You're a zero... A no one..."
Others whisper wickedly.

They enjoy it. I'm sure.
They enjoy torturing me;
mind, soul, heart.
"You can't do anything! Hopeless..."
Stop it! Shut it up!
You're wrong! You're all wrong!
You hear me?
But they laugh louder.
They don't hear me.

And I'll cry myself till tomorrow.
Till the torturing starts again...

Jobs Made From Hobbies: A Special Book - LenderTraveling all the way to Portter was a pleasant experience. The weather was bright and sunny and travelling with the train always excited me. I was sitting on a seat by the window gazing the view outside as the scenery was changing rapidly. When the train made its penultimate stop, it caught me rereading my questions and making corrections. This was a one of a kind interview.

Ms. Diane's Special Library was in the center of the small city so it wasn't that difficult to find it. It was circled by a butcher's and grocery shop. Blended natural in the environment. The storefront was wooden, a light brown was covering it almost all and on the gla

Caramel LikeWhen the wind blows,
my mind fills with caramel...

I don't know why
And I'm not interested in finding out
It just happens
Every time
The wind whispers love songs
on sunny days
Or screams furiously
on cold ones
I can smell your voice
It's like pineapple and kisses.

So unique
as my tears
And special
as mother's love to her child
Really, how this love tastes?
Blue, candy, pain, caress?

I don't understand this feeling
The caramel in my mind
Is like balancing on a glassy rope:
Terrifying but still
Beautiful.

If You Make One More StepIf you make one more step...

I won't follow you anymore.
I'm tired of chasing you all over the stairs of regret.

If you make one more step...

I won't call your name.
Cause you forgot what's mine years ago.

If you make one more step...

i won't wait for you.
But if you come, I won't be here anymore.

If you forget, I'll stop remembering,
And it'll be easy enough as breathing
under the water.
I'll wear a smile on my face;
Again.
Because sorrow will be in the soul not in the body.
I'll be alive;
Again.
A hollow shell with no heart living inside.
I'll fall down;
Again and again.
But one day I'll get up standing on my own two fee

The Most Difficult Choice"There are two doors for you to choose.", the shapeless being said. He stood at the right side of the woman and lifted his hand. "The past.", he pointed the one black door on the left, "and the future.", the other black door on the right. He made a motion with what she thought of being his head. The spirit was a tall immaterial maze with no features, standing by her side.

The woman looked at him and then the two doors.

"Who are you?", she asked him.

"This has nothing to do with the choice."

"But you have."

"Neither does it have."

"What am I choosing to see?"

"The past and the future."

"Whose past and future?"

"His."

She paused.

"Yo

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by *NoodlesAddict, Jan 9, 2013, 3:43:40 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

I am a difficult person with easy dreams.

When I close my eyes, I dream a life full of colors, smells, touches. I wake up in warm arms and hot kisses and suddenly day has meaning again. The pillows are soft and fluffy and I would stay forever there if the smell of fried bacon and fresh orange juice didn't call us from the kitchen. I live in a house watching the sea and the lullaby of the waves mixes perfectly with voices and barks. My music is your hearty laughter.

I wanna travel the world and meet cultures and people. Photograph places that man sees once in his life. I wanna trip in fallen branches inside a jungle and have your hands caught me. Taste every cuisine; dishes sweet, sour, spicy, bitter and smell the fragrances of meals made with love. I'd like to see flowers unique and plain, exotic and local; colors that blind my vision with their beauty. Hold the flower and feel its breaths. And then have some of those seeds folded with the blanket of earth in our garden. Swim in our sea and the seas of the world. The feeling of cool water caressing gently the body is the best feeling of all.

Then, I'd like to have the biggest library in the world. Not unreaded books packed on dusty shelves. Books that mean something to me. Mean everything. Pages connected with our life, our memories, and experiences. Every story a journey to unknown realities.

I dream our house made with our hands. Each spot decorated with our crazy imagination and unmatching colors. Crafts, paintings – I wanna see you create what's deep in your heart. I don't care about luxuries or expensive furniture. I really don't give a damn. I wanna have the chance to destroy every object in the house with you and don't cry the money we spent buying it. I wish we make a home together.

I don't have ambitions to become famous or rich. If I'll be an author, editor, kindergarten teacher, crafts lady, unemployed – I don't know. But what I'll choose, I'll do it with love and effort and I'll be happy.

Finally, I dream of spending every single moment of my life with you. Poison you with burnt food and tickle you till you tear. Our only problems will be who will wash the dishes and take out the garbage. Live the moments to the fullest. I wanna fulfill your dreams and make you smile.

I open my eyes and wish to be as happy as I am now forever. Maybe I am an easy person with difficult dreams...

Dreamsby *NoodlesAddict

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

It is the first time I write something about me and my life. My dreams, hopes, wishes... It was really overwhelming for me. I got sentimental and started crying

Gravity is the only power holding us in reality...

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~foreverforwards Jan 10, 2013

I got emotional and started tearing up too! this is so great and I can see everything you described it all so well and just omgawsh!! Ahh just WOW.. Oh I can't wait till I find teh one to build my house with and live the life you described only change the parts to suit me.. AHHHHH I LOVE THIS!

*NoodlesAddict Jan 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank so much for your kind and sweet words. They mean a lot to me. I'm really happy that you could get yourself into the dreamland where everything is possible and make up your own dreams. As you could feel my dreams, I'm sure a special one would feel yours and share them with you.
Remember: Gravity is the only power holding us in reality.

~foreverforwards Jan 15, 2013

thanks so much.. Haha I live in a different world (maybe gravity isn't quite here yet) ahah yeah thanks I want this one but we'll c

*NoodlesAddict Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It's nice living in a different world.

("we'll c" ?)

~foreverforwards Jan 18, 2013

Hahah it really is.. We'll c what happens between me and this guy that I want haha.. but at the moment it appears it will just b dreams

*NoodlesAddict Jan 21, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hahahaha... who knows....!

~foreverforwards Jan 24, 2013

well I finally took a lep, I got REALLY sick of people going on about it (my bosses are really good family friends of his family's and they have thought we've been together for the last year. So I asked him. . . AAAaaand he said no . . . . .Aand to be honest I'm so okay with that. He is still an incredible friend so I cannot complain!

*NoodlesAddict Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

ow... I'm sorry it turned out this way. Well at least you won't waste any more time on this. You know what's going on in your life. No more insecurities. If you can still be friends with him, that's awesome. But give a break to yourself. Sooner or later you'll need your time.

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~cerealnovels Jan 10, 2013

This is beautiful. Well said!

*NoodlesAddict Jan 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks a lot. I'm happy that you liked it!

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