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El Cuervo que deseaba SerEste era un cuervo (Corvus corax) esquizoide que vivía en su jaula, situada al lado de la percha de un guacamayo azul y amarillo (Ara ararauna) quien no paraba todo el día de repetir con aire despreocupado los fonemas que pronunciaban sus dueños y que alcanzaban a llegar a su canal auditivo. Mientras comía su fruta pensaba el cuervo: si yo pudiera hablar algún día, lo haría como el guacamayo.
Radiating joy the page is.Once there was a pawn who had nothing better to do than scratch his belly between one labor and the next.
The year was 13.. in a town in Germany not called Köln or München but little known, Ellendorf.
The page (the pawn, that is) was a sad man, crestfallen and schizoid (introverted). One fresh new morning he accidentally discovered a pair of scissors that he had lost long ago doing manual work for the employer. Well, these scissors produced sparks from the rust they had collected as the page noticed and as he verified later were able to cut the immaterial, including the shadows.
It was still morning when he set forth to try them out in the town-village, which he affectionately called the Big Ranch. It was a few hours thinking what to cut. When he began cutting shadows of plants and objects, he watched how once they falled off the edge of his scissors they disintegrated to appear no more. Later it came to him, he could use a barrel shaped as a drum al
El derecho a ser cursiCamina un hombre por el paraíso; su volumen es de 17.4 galones, su temperatura de 36.5°C, su pulso 70 ppm... treinta pasos más y llega a la cima del saber; el puente al lado resplandeciente de luz; el paso a un valle de flores magníficas entre los dos ríos originales; el asentamiento en donde todos los demás animales convergen; la roca del honor; la vida.
A Scaled WishThis story has effects of figure swapping of the female variety, with a heavy price. Simple, if you don’t like, don’t read. Enjoy and have a good day. ^^
The loud bustling commute of people traversed the reflective linoleum floors. Conversations in and out of character seemed cluttered as voices spoke, tones getting louder all in an effort to outdo one another. This was the common case at the Cherry Creek Mall. Through all the commotion and consumers, it was a single individual who caught the eye of lady luck.
“Damn it’s crowded today.” Isis looked around frustrated, sliding past the clusters of people atop her pair of blue converse shoes.
The short 5’3” Latina drove through the crowded sections, her body fluent and nimble as she squeezed through. It was what followed her constantly that became an issue, though not in a bad way.
“Geesh, could these people be any closer together?” Isi
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
The Shadow Game - Mai Valentine TG (Request)
Paul was an avid Yu-Gi-Oh! player. He considered himself pretty good at it. He often won local tournaments and played online quite a bit. He was online playing against some other players like he usually was. He came across a certain player, asking him to play a "shadow game." Paul assumed the guy was just joking, and said "Sure." to him. Nothing was different from any other game. Paul was getting a bit upset, as he kept on getting poor cards and was just generally unlucky. Paul lost the match and was left with a short chat before he disconnected. "Well you lost, and this was a shadow game. Although, the punishment for losing is, let's say, a bit more fun." the opponent said before leaving the lobby. Paul sat at his desk for a moment, taking it in. He assumed it was nothing to worry about, but was still curious why his opponent talked the way he did. Before he could continue, Paul felt a strange feeling surround his body.
Paul's hair grew greatly as it reached down to his back, turning
“Phew…I thought that game was never going to end!” Phil said as he took off his football helmet, wiping the sweat from his brow. What started as a simple match against a rival team had ended up going into overtime due to tough defense and blocking, and eventually it was a touchdown scored by Phil that won it for his team. On top of that, Phil managed to get through the game without spontaneously transforming into his anthropomorphic eagle form. It had become sort of a ‘secret weapon’ for his team, but at the same time, he didn’t want to fork out more money to pay for replacement clothing. However, he didn’t have any clue that by the end of the day, he’d never have to deal with that problem ever again.
“And now that the game’s finished, I should really get to work!” Phil said as he placed his helmet in his locker, deciding to skip showering until later on. Normally he’d shower as soon as a game had finished, but con
Mythia's Melon Gum Research
Mythia and Herb are lab partners who love working together as a team. Herb has a knack to test drink any potions before it can be available for public use.
Today, Mythia and Herb are conducting research on creating a special flavored gum that are different from any other common gum people can buy in stores or gas stations. They gathered up all the required ingredients including a fresh green watermelon to get it's flavor.
"Mix them all together and this watermelon gum should be ready to go," Mythia said checking to make sure all systems can go.
"Right on it, Miss Celtil," Herb said and mixed the ingredients as if she was stirring whipped cream icing on a cake.
The machine began making noises like what would you hear in a factory and processed all the ingredients and then finally after the procedure, two pieces of gum were finally made. They were green colored strips that look sweet like a bubble gum flavored gum.
Herb grabbed the two strips and shared one with Mythia. The duo felt acco
How I claimed Amy Rose pt. 05How I claimed Amy Rose
A narrative through the eyes of Shadow the Hedgehog
I teleported away and into the police station since I had to do some worthless paper work and some other boring and tedious tasks. I walked up to the chief and he pointed me in the direction of where I needed to go and I walked up to an officers desk. It was the same officer that thanked me when I busted the car.
"Hi there.... Again....." I said as I crossed my arms.
She jumped up and saluted me, saying, "Oh it's you! My name is officer Nikita-"
I cut her off by raising my hand,"Let me first say, I hate formalities... Not because I'm not interested in meeting others, it just believe they are a huge waste of time....
She slightly relaxed and responded with, "Yes sir, sorry sir..."
I never got a good look at her the first time, but I see that she's an anthro dark husky, 5' 10", short black hair with white highlights, her
Downfall, part 4Watching the black and white warrior take a defensive stance spoke thousands of words to the battle seasoned leader that Cinderstar was. Her stance is full of openings and she smells like fear and anger. This is not a trained warrior, if she's even a warrior at all, She noted. Her nose wrinkled at the small queen’s words.
"You call this safe? This kit has brought nothing but war to this Clan. No, not a kit, not even a kit would be foolish enough to attack two of it's closest allies unprovoked. I don't even have the words to describe this joke of a leader.” Cinderstar lashed her tail in fury. “But i am moved that you still choose to stand for him. Any member of a Clan, warrior or not, could learn from one such as yourself in the lesson of loyalty.”
Still in her battling position, Cinderstar bounced slightly on her legs, feeling pumped up now. "Come at me then, I will give you a fair fight." the orange leader spoke earnestly, passion glinting in her
The Raven that wasn'tOnce there was raven (Corvus corax) who was schizoid and lived in a cage by the perch of a Blue-and-yellow Macaw (Ara ararauna) who repeated uncouthly and daylong the articulations that their masters produced, and only those that ventured inside its ear canal. While eating the raven thought like this: if only I could ever talk, I would talk like the Macaw.
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
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