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The Invasion
abril 21, 2014|Short Story

The Invasion

A day like today, a long time ago, the ships came from the sky. A day like today, the invasion began. This is how the story begins each time it is told to children before bed. Life changed drastically since the invasion, and things were never the same. Yes, it was a day like today when Max was gathering herbs in the forest; a forest that is not like the ones we find now. It was a magnificent forest that began at the foothills and was lost in the horizon. Not knowing what could happen, they lived in harmony within the forest. The history of what occurred is no more than a fantastical tale that grandmothers tell their grandchildren and a story about a world that our past generations lived in. They say it was a wonderful world that had to disappear for the growth of the species. It appeared

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Embrace Your Nature
abril 11, 2014|Short Story

Embrace Your Nature

The answer never was at grip of women nor their controlling nature. We have found ourselves under their influence, following their every demand. Our limited views and lack of senses has lead men to follow on women’s footstep. We are eager to gain control over them and the world, unable to see that control was gave by our lack of self-respect. We are embracing the biggest problem our world has had. Men’s nature is the building block of harmony that hundreds of years of control haven’t change. We embrace challenges and commit to them without notion of consequences. The lack of men has led an empty world where women made decisions. We are only peon in life’s game and letting them make all the moves. There are few men that follow their path with no regard for anything and even fewer who are willing to teach our youth. Life does

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Sparkles of Life
abril 11, 2014|Short Story

Sparkles of Life

If you take the time of carefully look at Earth’s surface you won’t find a distinction to the Sun’s. We might be made of different incandescent materials yet both filled with energy that strongly flows to the atmosphere. Energy that’s sealed within a bubble that won’t allow us to escape without out a fight toward the darkness. Slaves in our jail, fighting to escape, once we manage to leave Earth’s gravity pull us back. Free falling to the emptiness that is returning to the deeps of the center of the planet. Our temperature proof of our incandescent essence that melts our souls within. Bewitched by the beauty of the carbon flames that run willing to return to the Sun, we are victims of our blindness. Blindness that won’t allow us to see beyond time. Knowing that we are not more than sparkles of light in the eyes of Gods. Sparkles

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Good or Bad
abril 4, 2014|Short Story

Good or Bad

Life, as we know it, has many unanswered questions left for us to find. We struggle walking a path without proof of it being right or wrong. Life would be easier if someone would tell us what to do, but we are here with our freewill. It’s hard to make sense of all the information we receive, even though we have become smarter than our ancestors we have not find the answer. After doing a lot of thinking I have decided to have the novel main character look for this answer. His journey has long began and yet I don’t even know him. We should focus on creating his character, at least what we can. I have notices that we are farther away from answering the existence question that we have ever been. It only make sense to have the person how will find it as someone different from us.

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The Path
abril 3, 2014|Short Story

The Path

In time everyone has experienced having a path to follow. Most of us have tried to fight our path without success and eventually end up doing what we were supposed. The idea of having our life´s prearranged is not what we expect from life. The simple idea of being free to make our decisions and probably our mistakes is what we call freewill. It seems to me that most organizations are trying to force their ideas on us, even religious organizations have tried to make us do what they thinks is better for God or some other power. Sometimes I wonder if using our freewill is negative. Control is the reason we are here, if we didn’t have the desire of control we could be part of a different world. We are on Earth and want to control our destiny is part of us. It seems that going against our

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The End
abril 2, 2014|Short Story

The End

We all have a twisted idea of the end and live in fear of it. The only way we can be sure the end won’t be as bad as we think is by filling ourselves of experiences, good and making our life in this forsaken place be as rewarding as possible. God sent us to this world to enjoy and be happy careless of its consequences because we are its best creation. Its hard for me to write this without a mocking smile, what type of a being can create a god to his image and likeness. Nonetheless we are riding on a road to the end, an end we are not ready to face. Riding it while we believe God will forgive us from our lust, sloth, gluttony, anger, envy, greed and pride. Forgive us with no importance of the sons who were affected by this acts. In hope

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Power Corrupts
abril 2, 2014|Short Story

Power Corrupts

Since young I had hunger for knowledge and ease to digest information, these lead me to feel superior than those around me. I didn’t have use for my ability but using it gave me satisfaction and fulfillment. As time went on I began to notice others like me with certain skills at higher levels than my own, I saw them as challenges. I looked forward at finding others with skills and it was always hard to beat them in their game. Not being able to proof myself better drove me into making unexpected life changes to follow their paths. Practice was proof that I could become better than them. My only reward was knowing I was able to better them on their fields. The endless fight for growth toward every different made me lose footing. Like a dog chasing wheels I didn’t know what to do if I caught one.

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Another Day at Work
abril 2, 2014|Short Story

Another Day at Work

We are prisoners of our wishes and ambitions, walking an endless path to nowhere, wishful of the wonders that will find at the end of the journey. Forgetful of the serious road that is life, a road where each second counts. Seconds that we waste in places we don’t like doing things we don’t want to do. I was a member of the productive force of humanity; as such I can talk about it. I had been one more of those peons who worked endless days, doing tasks without sense to get things that I didn’t need. I struggled against nature who forced me to do things different, to enjoy the company of a friend and discover unforgettable experiences. Since when was this destructive process part of being human? Who forces us to continue on with it? We are blind within the abyss while slowly falling and fake enjoying every

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