Jun 1
go on a walk.
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go on a walk.
the year is 2022. danandphilgames is still a dead bitch so let’s pay tribute (1/idk)
What Would You Do If..
Her veda bir düğümdür’
CONVOCATORIA
¿Qué es catarsis?
Se define como la liberación o eliminación, así como la limpieza de recuerdos que alteran la mente.
La convocatoria da paso a todo aquel individuo que quiera iniciar o seguir en el mundo de la escritura desde nuestro ser hasta todos los corazones que llegue a encantar, a mostrarle al mundo la luz interior.
En honor a celebrar la segunda meta del blog se dará apertura a la tercera convocatoria para dar la bienvenida a nuevos escritores y poetas que quieran pertenecer a nuestra familia, sobre la cual enviaran un escrito o poema.
Requerimiento para participar
Estrictamente necesario para participar.
Título del escrito.
Texto. (Creado por usted, debe contener al menos tres párrafos de escrito, poesia o cualquier tipo en el que se desenvuelva.)
Firma.
Razón por la que desea entrar al blog.
Requisitos para entrar
Contenido de su autoría. (No se admite ningún tipo de plagio)
Ortografía en la redacción.
Contar con WhatsApp. (Estrictamente necesario)
Tiempo para escribir y publicar. (Estrictamente necesario)
Si deseas formar parte de Catarsis de Almas envía tu participación a la bandeja de colaboraciones o preguntas del enlace, todo es posible, escribir es aportar y liberar, es una estrella más en el cielo, es regalar al mundo un aliento para vivir y disfrutar.
La convocatoria cierra el día 31 de Enero del 2020, días posteriores se les enviara un aviso a los nuevos miembros.
Dudas: @escritor-desafortunado
1:55 pm
“I don’t need to talk you about anything, Dad,” huffed Dean. “Where’s Sam?”
“Safe.”
From behind him, Dean hears a soft, “I’m fine, Dean.”
Dean, relieved at knowing his brother was right there, pulls his shoulders back and stands up to his father.
“Lemme through, Dad. We don’t need to do anything. You lost that privilege when you hired a fucking shifter. We almost died, Dad. All of us. You almost got your sons killed.”
John doesn’t move. His arms remained crossed. “It’s wrong, Dean. You are hurting him. He’s too young for this, and you know better.”
“I love him Dad. He loves me.” Dean clenches his fists, ready to punch if he needed to.
“Love? Ha! You know, you’ve basically r –ooff,” Dean hears a loud crack and John’s arms drop to his side. His eyes roll back and he collapses at Dean’s feet.
Dean’s mouth drops open as his eyes follow his dad on the way down. His eyes drift to a figure standing just behind his father’s limp body.
Standing in the doorway, in the darkness, wrapped in a towel, was his little brother.
He held a bat in his hand.
A bat that now dripped with blood.
egyébként nagyon hiányzol, de nem akarlak tönkretenni. sajnálom.
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