《2030》La Carta
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Me encuentro fatigado, el día recién ha comenzado, eso de estar encerrado me tiene insoportable es un calvario.Mis pensamientos me tienen perdido,descuidado conmigo mismo. Paso estos días pensando demasiado, mientras escribo esto yo estare en otro tiempo, pero eso ahora no importa.
Deja de jugar contigo mismo, ya has perdido demasiado con respecto a mi presente, deja de mentirte con sentimientos que realmentes no sientes. No te esfuerces por aferrarte a personas, que no sienten afecto por vos, el amor propio es lo que nos mantiene con las luces encendidas.
Las derrotas las deberás afrontar con plena seguridad, debes de ser fuerte, si quieres salir de esa inmensa tormenta, cuando menos lo esperes, te atrapara y te aseguro que si te dejas llevar, no tendrá piedad en destruir tu alma. Dejarte agonizando, seras un cuerpo marchitado de dolor.
La existencia del ser humano esta por extinguirse de la faz de la tierra,durante los siguientes años, la lucha es interminable,terribles desastres naturales ocurriran, la tecnología es la causante en gran parte de todo esto y un virus letal que no da tregua. Hay algo bonito a pesar de todo lo malo que debemos sobrellevar, en la habitación de al lado, una vida nueva comienza, la madre lucha por sobrevivir, mientras la resistencia argentina lucha dando sus vidas, para que cosas como la que acabo de mencionar sucedan.
Esta es nuestra historia, los años van a morir lento, sin darse cuenta del peligro que crecerá entre la sombra, se alimentara de los sueños, del amor y nuestros deseos. Estoy divagando demasiado, se ve que hoy tenia ganas de escribir, sin darme cuenta se me esfumo la fatiga que acarreaba del dia anterior (Ya te contare lo que sucedido)
Hay muchas mas cosas de las cuales me gustaría contarte, no dejes de ser vos mismo, seguramente ya te habrás dado cuenta quien soy. Quedate tranquilo, no va ser la única ni la ultima carta que recibirás de mi parte y te voy a revelar con mas "detalles" como podras responderme.
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Debo analizar esos "detalles" con mis camaradas, (ya sabras mas de nuestras aventuras) quienes somos, como nos hacemos llamar. Estamos en constante movimiento y si bien ahora estoy relativamente "apurado"
Me voy despidiendo, tengo que ir a planificar, el siguiente ataque, reagrupar posiciones y ponernos a salvo, en algún lugar mas seguro. Quiero que te cuides muchisimo, le des cariño a tus padres, a tus hermanas y no temas a nada.
Disfruta de lo que tienes porque a veces el destino puede ser demasiado cruel, brilla siempre rodeado de bellas personas siempre.
Te quiero.
Atte: G.H
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Decompose!
Dear diary. When you read stories about some people missing and returning after years of absence claiming they were living in another world, your first reaction is to scoff and dismiss a story as a tall tale, right? I know I did. All the time. Until it happened to me and I no longer did. That day was today. Some god of thunder smote me. If it were Chris Hemsworth, I wouldn't mind but it was some barbaric Hitite god that abaondned Earth some four millennia ago. Yes, what can I say? I love the seventh art. I have more hours watching movies than any other activity, including sleep. What? Do you think I'm exaggerating? Maybe I am. I'll really miss hollywood the most. And my biggest regret is that I never got to visit the holy city of cinema. I did not come to another world to be a hero even though there was hints that they hoped I'd save it. I did not come with overpowered abilities able to, dunno, leap tall castles in a single bound, faster than a speeding crossbow bolt, be more powerful than a eight-horse carriage, the bounds. No. After the asshole god that murdered me brought me to his world, he gave me some boons from his discount bin and "The Power of my Soul (tm)". Forgive my french, I hope you understand I am rather upset at dying. And he somehow decided that my power is to recycle stuff. How awesome is that? Not much at first, I must admit. At least I got all my camping stuff and equipment with me. There's no lycra in the other world. I'll make it someday, but that day is not today. So here I am. In another world, in the middle of nowhere. I'm no heroine. As the song goes, I'm your basic average girl. And I'm assumed to be here to save the world. But almost everything can stop me, because I'm not named Kim. Wish me luck, diary. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This novel is going have the following features: slow-paced slice-of-life No GameLit / LitRPG elements. Movie references. Sandra likes the seventh art. Journal / diary style crafting (includes chemistry, engineering and metallurgy) low magic technological advancement (for Sandra, at least. She is not against sharing though) personal relations clash of perception between the modern and ancient customs. bits of tension, fighting, and plot here and there. I won't repeat myself though. Once she crafts a good batch of soap, for example, she'll just note, "I crafted soap again." Once it is estabilished how she obtains compound X, compound X2 that is obtainable from the same process will also just be mentioned. I'll try to be as realistic as I can with the crafting, chemistry, and technology. Cover: Public Domain Image by StockSnap from Pixabay. No attribution required but we do it anyway.
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The Gray
From out of nowhere, a mysterious company called Seis Pillars announced the world's first deeply immersive VMMORPG. Unprecedented amounts of freedom and choices had people eagerly awaiting for its release. Yet a select few where chosen to take part in an early beta. And Larson Reed was one of them. After a near death accident left him broken and unable to move, he was more than willing to become a beta tester. The promise of a new life, albeit a virtual one, was like something out of a dream. In a land where the only limit seems to be your imagination and a temperamental system decides your status, a man desperate for a fresh start gets thrown head first into an epic adventure. Welcome to the world of Waylim. Commission of a casual Larson by Jake
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How I Became A Jarl
Young janitor, Eric had a miserable life. He hates the present times where only papers maters. Fortunately or unfortunately gods gave him a chance in another world. Midgard. A place where Norse gods rule, A place where Vikings still exist, A place where people can have power bestowed by the gods.This is a story about Eric who will accomplish many things, meet many friends and enemies, and create his history.(Jarl is chief of the village)
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COLLIDE. // Bakudeku
[sequel 'Divide' is out now!]___Tears and heartbreak. Poetry and music. Parties and puke. Cigarettes and sex. Acceptance and hatred. Cliques and outcasts.Well. Isn't college interesting?_____Warning: contains mature/triggering themes such as but not limited to: mental illnesses, homophobia/homophobic slurs, drug and alcohol use and abuse, gore, suggestive content/humor, dark humor, paganism, extremist religious beliefs, and descriptions of self-harm.[thanks to @betchyoubetter on twitter for allowing me to use their art for the cover!][Highest achievements: #1 in #melancholy, #37 in #alcohol, #1 in #collegeau, #105 in katsudeku, #600 in bakudeku, #19 in poetry]
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Smiling master
Aki always knew death would be his get away ticket for something, but he was mostly expecting an endless struggle against demonic captors in hell, but he can certainly do with netting a job as a dungeon master in another world. He'd likely have tried saving random people long before 'that' if he actually thought it was even a possibility too!
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DREAM || ONESHOTS
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