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I fell in love once, not with a guy but with a girl.

She was strong and powerful,

she was blind, but with a little help, she could see the truth,

she showed me the beauty of values,

she made me believe.

I’m not sure if at some point in my life I lost that love,

I want to think that it went to sleep and

last week when I visited one of her many houses, it woke up.

I walked through the hallways, I entered the rooms,

my eyes filled with tears,

my heart skipped a beat,

her presence was everywhere.

Then, I thought about the possibilities and why not?

Maybe someday, I’ll help her again.  

#SupremeCourtofCanada

Z is for ZERO

Zero regrets,

Zero fears,

Zero second-guessing.

Take the risk,

Live the adventure,

Enjoy the journey,

Because the best of life is to be alive.

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Y is for...You're my friend, you're my king

“Is there something wrong?” I asked surprised and concerned.

“No, nothing is wrong, on the contrary everything is perfect,” Rhyon said with sparks in his eyes, “you are perfect, beautiful, smart, brave.”

Oh oh!

“My prince, we should go back, it’s late.”

“Why are you calling me ‘Prince’ you’ve never done that before?”

I had my suspicions about Rhyon feelings, I guessed I was in denial. “You’re the Prince.”

“Tell me you care about me.”

“I do,” How can I not. He wasn’t just the Prince, he was my friend, he was like a brother to me.

“I care about you too, I like you I lov,”

I put my hands on his lips, “Please don’t say it.”

“Why not?” He looked at me with so much hope that killed me.

“Rhyon, I could die for you, But…” I couldn’t find the words.  

“You love me, but not in the way I want you to love me.”

“I’m sorry.”

He gave me a sad smile. “I know you do.”

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X is for...XENNIALS

Why do we feel like outsiders sometimes?

The answer is because we’re special. Let’s see:  

As children we played outdoors, engaged in games we made ourselves, a long time before the advent of gaming consoles, we wrote actual letters for our friends and passed notes in class.

We weren’t able to coordinate meeting using text or WhatsApp, we had to use a receiver to call to our friends’ houses, speak to their parents and then finally we could talk to our friends, without not privacy, btw.

 We don’t always have a cell phone, but we grew up watching their development.

We don’t always have an iPod. When we were teens, we recorded cassettes from the radio. I remember the adrenaline and the excitement when a favorite song was played, and we get to press the rec button on time.

We use social media but can remember living life without it. Before social media we needed to rely on our best friend and her ability to gossip, so we can have information about the boy we liked.

The internet was not a part of our childhoods, that’s true, but also, it’s true that computers existed and there was something special about the opportunity to use one.

 Economically, Xennials have seen it all. They are old enough to remember the end of a long period of growth (following a small recession) in the 1990s, but they came of age around the time that the “dot-com bubble” burst and saw the decline and major recession of the 2000s. In other words, they were first given a sweet taste of the good life and then kicked in the face.

Xennials aren't too much of any one thing, it’s more like a unique situation of balance.

Some people say that Xennials are the lucky ones.

Like I said, we’re not lucky.  we’re special. 

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W is for...WISHES

“Star light Star bright,

 First star I see tonight,

I wish I may,

I wish I might,

I have a wish, I wish tonight. “

Pick and star, make a wish, dream about it and then work to make it real.

Never stop dreaming,

Never stop fighting,

  

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atozchallenge website.

U is for... UNWANTED

“What he doesn't want is to get caught.”

 “Well, I would rather get caught, than die.”

“This is your fault Jake, so, shut up, and jump!”

We were the doomed boys, the unwanted ones, Society called us orphans.  I called us survivors.

Last year, Will, Tommy and I escaped from the bullshit system. Finally, we were free and because of me, maybe until today.

Will was the oldest one, I didn’t know what we would do if he was caught.  I scared away that thought and mentally smacked the back of my head and I just did what he said. I ran.

           My leg hurt, it was a bad landing when I jumped from the fire-stair, but I needed to keep going a little longer and we would be safe. Will always has a plan B.

“You’re an idiot.” Tommy had been yelling at me for the past five minutes and I barely could catch my breath. “That’s the first rule moron! Don’t do anything stupid.”

            “Look, I didn’t want to steal it, the food was going to expire soon anyway, it was going to end in the trash, I don’t know why the asshole clerk called the cops?”

“Because it’s shoplifting, idiot.”

“You’re right,” Of course he was, I just was pissed off, sometimes life wasn’t fair, and now Will was in trouble because of me. “I’m going to the police station.”

            “Jake, you listen to me very carefully, you’ll stay here, and we’ll wait for Will. Now give me that backpack, I’ll make us something to eat. Moron.”

             It was almost eight in the morning and Will never showed up. I left all my money and a note next to Tommy’s bed. It didn’t matter he would never understand why I left.

 I was walking around the corner when a hand pulled me into the alley. Shit! I almost had a heart-attack.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?”

“Will!” I blinked twice to be sure it was him. I hugged him, knowing he was okay.

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            “Next town will be better,” Will said and he smacked the back of my head, and then Tommy did it as well.

“The hell!” They were laughing, and I was laughing too. I didn’t care where we were going. I got my brothers and that was enough for me.

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T is for... True Love

She liked the mysterious look in Will’s eyes. It was kind of unsettled and right at the same time.

He had a tattoo inside his left wrist and another one on his shoulder. She saw it once, one day of many days she was hiding from her mother, she went to the park and sat on the bench faking to bury her face in a book. But she was watching him, waiting for him.

The guys started their basketball game and Will showed up a few minutes later. He finished his cigarettes and crushed with his running shoe.  Will took his shirt off and joined the game.

She couldn’t take her eyes away. Will was so much beauty in just one person.

Could she love him that much even if she had never spoken to him before? Because she indeed was in love.

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S is for...SUMMER CAMP FROM HELL

My life sucks!

Why did I agree to come here?

This place is worst than hell…

There is no cell phone reception or internet for start, but there are mosquitos and nature everywhere.

I don’t know anybody and thanks God for that, because people here seem so chirped and happy and cheerful, like if they were in a constant baby shower party.

And don’t get me to talk about the creepy forest. Why does this place have to be next to the most dangerous place in the world? A forest, a forest!

I want to go home but then I would have to expend the

 rest of the summer with my stupid new stepmother without school as an escape.

I hate my mom, and I hate my dad.

“Abby, honey, you’ll love it. This is going to be an experience you’ll with remember forever. My parents said.

And I’m afraid they were right, this is going to be a nightmare for life.

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M IS FOR... MERMAID

Some men saw her as a joke, others fear her, but all of them love her.

Women despised her beauty. They said she was a Mermaid’s daughter, 

with the power of hypnotizing any male at the village and beyond.

Some people thought she was the devil itself. How if not, can somebody

explain she could knock down a guy double her size.

Selene, her name was famous among sailors and their families. 

And now she was back.

Two years had passed since the last time she was home, 

just in time to celebrate her twenty spring, but she had better a plan than a party, 

and soon everyone will know.      

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KISS

A first Kiss scene:

He moved slow, closing the distance between them, He lifted his hand to take away a lock of hair from her face, and gently he placed his hands on both sides of her neck. She had a horse racing when her beating heart should be. She closed her eyes and for a sec forgot to breathe.

She felt the brush of his lips in hers, very light and sweet at first, like cotton candy, then, their mouths began to move in an intense rhythm and she could feel the taste of his lips, of his tongue. One of his hands went from her neck to her back bringing her closer to him. She had her hands on his waist, then she moved them slowly toward his back underneath his jacket, touching his muscles made from steel, very aware of his entire body; she felt she was going to faint when he bit her lower lip.  She had been kissed before, but this felt like fireworks on July Fourth. 

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H is for...HUMAN RIGHTS, ALWAYS

Human Rights are more than words.

Human rights are for each human being.

Human Rights more than ever,

We don’t need to fight, instead, we need faith.

Human Right to a better World.

It’s possible,

It could be real,

Keep going, keep talking, keep spreading the word.

Check the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ep93Tqc_i-g

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G is for...GUARDIAN ANGEL

Guardian Angels are real. I know it, I’ve seen mine in my dreams.

My angel is beautiful and loyal, she’s always with me.

When I’m scared, when I’m sad or angry or just frustrated,

And suddenly I felt how a soft breeze clear my mind, It’s my angel

telling me everything is okay.

When I was seven my dad told me, don’t worry, your angel will always keep you safe.

I know it now, I knew it then, and every night I pray to say thanks. 

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E is for ...EVER AFTER!!!

“Do you know something about stars?”

They were lying on the grass, Mel was resting her head on Cameron’s shoulder. She couldn’t believe everything was so peaceful now.

            “A little.”

            “Tell me something about them.”

“See the group of stars that looks like a W?”

Mel shifted her body to look at the cluster of stars. “Yes.”

            “That’s Cassiopeia, a vain queen.  She was punished to spend half of the year upside down in the sky for her vanity.”

            Mel lifted her head to face him. “You know, smart asses are the new sex.y”

“What am I going to do with you little dirty mouth?”

“Love me?”

Cameron kissed her head. “Always.”

This was their start and their end. This was their infinity.

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D IS FOR...DEVIL.

“I can’t believe Peter killed all those people.” James drank his scotch; he and Lydia were finally at home.

“Do you ever suspect, he was the killer?” She asked.

James sat on the couch next to Lydia. “No, never, and I don’t know why?”

“I know why.”

James smiled and kissed her hand. “I’m listening.”

Lydia leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “Because Peter wasn’t the killer.”

            James’s chest hurt, he couldn’t move, his mouth went dried. He tried to speak and realized his body was paralyzed.

“The poison works fast. I promise you won’t feel pain.”

There was nothing else James could do. Silently he prayed, closed his eyes and waited for his end.

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B is for BE YOURSELF

Be a princess or be a warrior,

Use a sword or a magic wand.

Wear pink or wear black,

Walk in stilettos or combat boots.

         A girl can be strong playing football or dancing ballet.

    A girl can be beautiful with long hair or short.

      A girl can have a voice for a speech or for a song.

    A girl doesn’t need to be different to be powerful,

         To be equal, a girl just needs to believe in herself and in 

her ability to be whatever she wants to be.

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CON SABOR A HOGAR

A la edad de ocho años solía sentarme en la mesa del comedor y observar con admiración, en silencio y sin tocar, pues esa era la regla, como mi abuela le daba vida a los mejores platos de comida. Recetas que sólo estaban en su cabeza, pero luego de años de tan sólo mirar, las aprendí de memoria, el gran problema es que no heredé su arte culinario o su entusiasmo por cocinar.

La torta de chocolate era mi favorita, cada diciembre esperaba con ansias el momento de su elaboración. La mejor parte eran cuando por fin podía tener las sobras del arequipe y pudín, para luego untarlas al bizcocho, aquél que mi abuela nunca confesó cocinar especialmente para sus nietos, pues ella no era una consentidora.

Todos en la familia tenían sus preferencias, no sólo yo, y mi abuela en su estilo muy aguerrido trataba de complacer todos los gustos, pero es que hasta el café preparado por ella tenía un sabor único.

El pasado mes de diciembre tuve la oportunidad de celebrar el año nuevo con un pedacito de mi familia, y gracias a mi talentosa prima, quién sí heredó el arte culinario de mi abuela, puede probar nuevamente la mágica torta de chocolate, su sabor me llenó de melancolía, era como estar de regreso en casa.

Dicen por allí que el hogar no es un lugar, sino donde el corazón se encuentre. En los cinco años que llevo lejos de la tierra que me vio crecer, la pregunta constante entre mis conocidos y amigos es acerca de lo que más extraño. La comida? EL trabajo? La cultura? Las fiestas o el compartir?

Mi respuesta es siempre la misma, aquello que más extraño es a mi gente, pues los sabores, aromas, memorias, y mi corazón estarán por siempre dondequiera que ellos se encuentren.

SAVIORS

“Don’t be stupid. Don’t do it.” Bash warned him again.

The blue circle was fainting.   He had wasted enough time already.  Time, he didn’t have. Oliver chuckled at the irony of his thoughts.

He gave a step forward ignoring the words of his second commander and best friend. Two hands grabbed his left arm, faster that Oliver expected, the numbness reached to his fingers. Good! Bash was getting stronger. The moment for him to take the lead was almost there. Almost, but not yet. So far, Oliver was still the one who made the decisions and he had decided.

“It’s wrong. You know it’s forbidden.”   

Oliver’s glares traveled from Bash’s grip to his eyes. Bash didn’t flinch. Oliver’s heart swelled with pride.  

“This is not going to bring your wings back.”

“I don’t care about my wings, I only care about to end this war.” Oliver had accepted his punishment and learned to live with that. But failing again, it was something that it wasn’t going to happen in this life, nor in the next one. “Let it go, Bash.” Oliver was losing his energy. “It’s an order.”

“I swore to protect you.”

Using his free hand, Oliver pushed Bash making him land on the ground. He closed his eyes letting the energy returning little by little to his body.

“I’ll see you again. I promise.” Oliver smiled at his friend and jumped to the past.

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YOU'RE MY PERSON

“You’re my person

You make me brave…”

“Where do you go with your broken heart in tow?

What do you do with the left over you?

And how do you know, when to let go?

Where does the good go, where does the good go?”

Grey’s Anatomy

Where Does the Good Go?

Tegan and Sara Lyrics.

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BLOOD LOVE

Emma had heard the stories, she’d read about them. They were urban legends until now. 

She opened her eyes and gasped. Emma’s entire body hurt. Her eyes could see everything even beyond the curtains; it was like having magnifying glasses attached to them. The pain in her jaw was killing her, even when she was already dead as all the love she once felt. The gums, God! They were being cut by two sharp knives. But the worst was her throat. Emma was thirsty, she needed water desperately to put out the fire; no, not water, the thought of it repulsed her. Then, when she heard it, she licked her lips in anticipation. The persistent thump of a heart beat on the second floor.

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