Writing
I used to make a joke that my parents gave so much creativity to my older sister, who turned out to become a writer, that I got just a enough to allow me to be a translator and write well, but without actually creating the stories.
In this blog I’m trying to change this and make my creativity grow.
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She was born in a flower pot at the city. Too much noise, too few flowers. So, off she flew, away from the city. But all she found was a desert. Big red rocks, dangerous looking lizards, spiders, scorpions, snakes…. Not much water… Only a few low woody bushes…. She felt hungry, thirsty and afraid, and started to regret Read more
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Perfect? Heck no! I am not! This post was written in response to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge: Perfection. If you like it, you can vote for me on the comments of her site. ;o) Picture from Pixabay.com Read more
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The sun was shining bright and I watched as the water retracted more than usual at the beach. Then a wave of cool and raging water came down over the village, taking with it everything and everyone it found on its way. Several deaths. Millions in damage. All in a fraction of a second. Nothing Read more
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I’m spying on my husband. I don’t feel proud of it, but it may be worth trying. He says the spark is gone. I don’t understand. Not too long ago the intensity of our love was so big and felt like an earthquake every time we were close to each other. Then it’s gone? All Read more
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When he was still on diapers, he drew his first squiggly line. A wind blew and a piece of colored yarn flew squiggling past him. As a toddler, he would draw clouds, and the wind would bring some clouds to an otherwise clear sky. As a kid, he would draw cars, and his parents never Read more
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He lives in the streets. No mom. No dad. Steals food to survive, but doesn’t like it. The other boys are bad. He doesn’t want to be bad. He learns how to read from a homeless sir he befriended. He would read anything and everything. His dream is to attend school. He asks the mailman to give Read more
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ROAAAARRRR!!!!! The sound resonates through the forest, then it ends and silence falls upon the land. Shortly after, comes the smell. The sweetest and most enticing smell you could ever find. Creatures of all sorts start following it, to its source. They seem hypnotized, as if dragged by the smell without even being aware they’re moving at Read more
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He sipped and felt the liquid flowing down his system. A nice warm sensation filled his body. In a minute, all would be history. This post was written in response to the Literary Lion: Drink Me. The picture was edited in Fotor, original grabbed from pixabay.com Read more
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They lived in an isolated island. The rest of the world was very close, though, separated from their island by a narrow canal. In years past, some tried crossing the canal to the other side, but were swallowed alive by the sea creatures that populate the passage. But it hasn’t been like this forever. Legend says that Read more
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He is crossing the desert after the man who killed his father. The crossing is though, but the need for revenge keeps him going. After days in open desert, he finally reaches a village. The story of the murder and his seek for revenge travelled faster than he did, though, and the townsfolk knew who Read more
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She wasn’t really superstitious. Or maybe she was, just never admitted. The kind of person that follows the Spanish saying “Yo no creo en Brujas, pero que las hay, las hay”. Like she didn’t believe in ghosts, but would not put her feet on a cemetery at night. She graduated on Economic studies and worked for Read more
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