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the DelayedTime in the universe is delayed by light.There is undoubtedly a hiatus between what actually happens in the universe and what we see happening.Science has always mastered predictions far in the universe.Proper science jumps in time,looking backward and forward in time.Time is cellular for the time being.Independent and interdependent.When it comes to relate time either positive and abstract with self entities you get a glimpse of a time network that grows relentlessly in your grasp.Time has matter when is confronted by it and emerges in temporal tissues as the organs that keep our bodies in life.Think of our neural circuits that speed up our perception on basis of electricity.Light up your brain for the storm to come.Do it in time or elsewhere you'll be delayed.There is only one possibility of having the exact time in the universe and it isn't given by a precise clock rather by presence.Your presence in the universe is time itself.You see now elsewhere around you only your image.If you
the Edge The cutthroats of corpses rushed at the human pile which lay stinking into a pit at the edge of a wall on which their women began weeping.The wall set out the consciousness of other human chaff that had found a brutal way to make fun of existence.Here, on this side thronging to satisfy their hunger with meat scraps and swill that the workers put in the service of the State religion of what was left of their humanity,were throwing those whom they called the unclean.Looking at each of these from up top they seal a pity you will find among those labelled as well as sub-humans.With a habitus that they kept sacred to satisfy the hubris of a sub-species of people that can't be put at work,they were the memorial that needed to be fed to maintain a social balance between good and evil, notions needed to any punitive society that wants from the ruling class,civil rights,they regarded,ravenously on the hunk of meat they were thrown over the wall of lamentations.On the other side of the wal
Timing angels The first sparks of light in the universe have been called Angels.They may travel in and out the world of today, but extinct.Their rightful place in the universe is the life they lit.They are always in constant search of the nature they've broken from,which beckons beyond space and time and without which their own existence would not glimmer in the hope of a future life.An Angel's life is consumed in the light and finds at the end of its existence always his way home.Through the dark, time is running without a clear opposition, it can be said that only the light measures time and the time of an angel comes out into the light.So there are angels who seek a reflection of their lost nature in people.When they found their own image in one of us they pass into oblivion the life which has made possible their knowledge.Life always breaks from a time during which he hosted it, fragments, memories, depositing hours as snails deposit time in shells.They remain in their wake while time anch
Intru intuneric Distanţa dintre idea de alienare şi emoţia care a generat-o se regăseşte la semi-zei în paralelismul ombilical dintre făt şi pântecul purtător.Simetria dintre naturile atât divine şi umane stă în nevoia primară de a se hrăni,proprietate a celulei ce şi-a însuşit diviziunea ca mod de a genera lumină la semi-zei pe de o parte şi de a razbate la lumină ca un adevăr de cealaltă parte a naturii.Dar se uită atât de repede dorinţa ce a generat viaţa să se dividă,să se rupă de un instinct ce domină orice celulă sa se conserve şi să-şi însuşească propria temporalitate pentru a găsi în sine imaginea pe care va trebui să o transmită mai departe.Această imagine este un construct spaţio-temporal ajuns la maturitate şi astfel epuizat.El va trece mai depar
Transarea carnii Tăietorii de cadavre se repeziră la grămada umană ce zăcea împuţită într-o groapă la marginea unui zid pe care femeile îi spuseseră,al plânsului.Zidul delimita pe cei cu conştiinţă de cealaltă pleavă umană care găsise un mod brutal de a-şi bate joc de existenţă.Aici,de această parte se îmbulzeau pentru a-şi satisface foamea cu lături şi resturi de carne pe care cei puşi în slujba religiei de stat le aruncau celor pe care îi numeau nespălaţi.Dezgustători la înfăţişare fiecare purta pecetea unui păcat ce îl individualiza printre cei asemenea etichetaţi drept sub oameni.Cu apucături ce ţinteau să le satisfacă orgoliul că reprezintă o sub-specie de oameni pe care nu poţi să o pui la lucru ci doar să o hrăneşti pentru a
Calcul ingeresc Primele scântei de lumină în univers s-au numit îngeri.Ei mai călătoresc si astăzi,dar stinşi.Locul lor de drept în univers este viaţa pe care o aprind.Sunt întotdeauna în continuă cautare a naturii din care s-au rupt,care-i cheamă de dincolo de spaţiu şi timp fără de care propria existenţă nu ar întrezări speranţa unei vieţi viitoare.Viaţa unui înger se consumă în lumină şi îşi găseşte la sfârşitul existenţei sale întotdeauna drumul spre casă.Prin întuneric,timpul se scurge fără o opoziţie clară,se poate spune că doar lumina măsoară timpul iar timpul unui înger se scurge în lumină.Prin urmare sunt îngeri care îşi cauta reflexia obârşiei lor în oameni.In momentul în care î
Paranoia inimii Viaţa este în nevoie pe acest Pământ pentru a găsi recolta perfectă.Materiale modificate genetic ne otrăvesc trupurile pentru a creşte tot mai puternici.Nu putem înlocui încă revoluţia ciclică a pomului vieţii cu amplificatoare de verdeaţă.Dacă vrem să creem acest miracol va trebui să găsim o alternativă la cursul vieţii şi să învăţăm să murim,nu în progresie numerică aşa cum astăzi ştiinţa nu reuşeşte să protejeze viaţa ci să extirpăm din inimă acele pulsiuni care încetinesc viaţa şi o aduc tot mai aproape de sfârşit.Credeţi că acum doua milioane de ani când sistemul nostru solar a calătorit prin cea mai violentă parte a galaxiei ştiinţa l-a protejat de extincţia speciilor cărora le-a dat na
Who's what,where?I've come upon these questions,what and who is God?
They talk about the will of God through representation.
But we all know that the world is at your will through representation.
What about a presence in space and time,other than your own.
Are you acknowledging the others?
Will that make any difference?
Not for those who can jump in space and time.
The mirror of a self at different ages other than your own.
Ancient Science of the SoulThe soul of man was ever present in himself.All forms of animism are too primitive to be a scold,a home that refuses to seek an infiltration of the soul in their religious rituals which embolden these humanoids before hunting or establishing a time for a rich booty.The soul recognizes itself after its imperative vocal cords, then in the subdued heart that pours through an effusion in the heartbeats of this continuous closeness.The wound has opened its empathy for the other acknowledgment.Whether he agrees or not he is now your accomplice.But to share these feelings it's already a degradation,from this height to swoop upon what is unable to restraint itself in the myriad of the soul into another without having to cause a sudden death of perception.Because isn't it so,they have a soul who recognizes himself in the troubles of the heart, when annoyance occur when they see their mistakes.Few are the cases when all this scum of feelings that began naturally in the heart and in good faith se
America x Reader: Manhattan
Fall of 1922, Manhattan
I loved him.
That was a fact known to the entire Island of Manhattan, (Name) loved Alfred F. Jones. It was the single truth in my life that I would always be sure of. I could forget my entire identity and if I were to simply glance upon his face, I would know. If my life were to end at this very moment, the only thing I would need to know was that Alfred was safe and happy, and I would embrace death with open arms. For I was madly in love with Alfred F. Jones, and he was in love with me.
I could see it in the way his eyes glowed when he saw me, how his hand would always twitch nervously before holding mine, how his face flushed a beautiful pink when he complimented me, how he whispered sweet nothings into my ear as I drifted off in his arms, the way he glared at any other man who dared to try to make a move on me, when he would buy a carriage to carry us through the city because he knows I miss the times when nothing but horses and carts trotted along N
Tsundere!America x Tsundere!ReaderTsundere!America x Tsundere!Reader: It does not mean I like you or anything...!
"[Name], I can see in your eyes that you totally like Alfred!" Your best friend, [Best Friend's Name] teased. "I mean, look at all your endless fights! Opposite attracts! Knowing Alfred is somewhat cheerful and you the more serious one through some points, but both of you had somethings in common like liking the same sports, and your Love and Hate attitude towards each other," she nudged. "To put it in simplicity, both of you are Tsundere for each other!"
You rolled your eyes, hearing all the chanting of [Best Friend's Name] about your attitude towards Alfred. Some of it were true, like your endless fight. But it's because he is the one who starts it. And it's the teacher's fault for making me sit beside that jerk. You grumbled in that thought. Then, when you heard that 'Love and Hate' thing, you started to protest. "What the fuck-?! No I don't! He is fucking bullshit, so why would I like him?!" You
Soul X Reader ~ Prom
Soul was currently with BlackStar and Kid in the hallway of his apartment. They were standing next to Maka's bedroom door, listening in on the conversation with the girls. Prom was in a few hours. Of course the boys were already prepared, but the girls were taking their time. Each girl got the full attention of all the others as to what to do for her hair, make up, dress, shoes, and everything in between. Currently, (Name) was sat on the bed in the skinny jeans and t-shirt she arrived in with her (style) hair hanging normally on her shoulders. She was the last one that needed to get ready. Blair was looking through the three foot high pile of dresses for her to wear.
"What kind of dress do you want, (Name)?" She asked happily.
The girl hesitated, "Something that will remind everyone that I'm actually a girl." Ever since anyone could remember, (Name's) wardrobe consisted of skinny jeans, sneakers, and t-shirts, with the occasionally
Cuba x Reader - Sleep on your own|| don’t talk
“I will always be with you.”
The air hung peacefully as earth’s sky became a darker shade of blue. Illuminated houses from windows afar shined like a million stars, some disappearing as they turned out the lights. Noises from down below in streets were mere whispers as the night hushed them to sleep in a gentle cycle. The moon was blazed down onto the sleeping city, now the only light shining on this blissful night of tranquillity. Restless bodies were snuggled in blankets like animals in hibernation, resting until winter had faded away. The unexpected sound of a suppressed cry echoed through the roads from an open window, cracking the pleasant silence but unbeknownst to the tired souls of the city to be heard.
|| oh in the strangest dreams
walking by your side
Cuba was in disarray.
Spending all his hours in the house, he kept himself locked away from the world and its beauty. He hadn’t eaten or
Hidden Secrets ch.5Characters belong to SEGA
This story will contain sonadow so haters get the heck out!
Sonic and Tails were making there way back to the group after being forced to leave the lab like room.
"Man, that guy was a real jerk" Sonic said.
"He probably would have been nicer if you didn't provoke him so much" Tails pointed out.
"Sorry, but in my defense he started it"
"Sure Sonic, keep telling yourself that" Tails glanced over at Sonic's arm and saw the scratch that had gone unnoticed. "Whoa, Sonic when did you scratch your arm?"
"Huh?" Sonic looked down at his arm where there was a hole in his sleeve and a scratch red with a small amount of blood. "When did that get there?"
"I don't know, you probably got cut on something and didn't notice"
"Yeah, it doesn't hurt or anything so it should be fine for now" Sonic said.
"We should catch up with the others before Ms.Vanilla starts to worry"
Sonic nodded and the two hurried back to their classmates.
Robotnic set the results down on the invention li
(A/N: Yeah, so, I recently got into Hetalia, and those CountryxReader stories are awesome. So I want to do the same, and this is my first! Enjoy!)
(Name) had retired to bed early after dinner, declining her lover's offer to watch a movie before bed. It wasn't that she wanted to, she just...well...didn't feel very good. There was a pain in (Name)'s stomach, one she couldn't bare.
"Ugh..." grumbled (Name), her hand rubbing her tummy. "I had too much (Favorite meal)..."
"Ees zat so?" a voice said, starling (Name).
(Name) sat up, her eyes shifting in the darkness. The bed squeaked, and (Name) could feel someone crawling towards her.
"Francis?" she called.
"Oui," the blond man replied. "Eet ees moi."
(Name) smiled slightly, her eyes adjusting to the darkness and finally seeing her lover slipping under the covers beside her.
"Sorry we had to skip the movie because of me," (Name) said sheepishly. Her cheeks grew warm. "My stomach...I'll make it up, I promise."
Life: Repeated 21
A week later I was feeling a bit better. The soreness from Dr. Dick attacking me was finally gone. Luckily nothing broke. I sat up and winced as my back was sore. I stood and stretched slowly. I sighed as I laid in the dark of my room. I was too lazy to turn on the light. The night I was attacked I noticed my clock projects the time onto the ceiling. Kinda cool I think. Right now it reads 7: 45 AM. I sat up slowly not wanting to wake Devina. She was still sleeping inside me and I knew that if she woke I’d be kicked for hours. Even though I love her, I don’t need that right now.
6 hours later the door to my room opened. I looked up and saw Jaxon. “Hello Caden.” He said with a smirk. I sat up slowly not wanting to jostle Devina. Jaxon walked in and shut the door. “Father said I get to have a little fun with you. Much cheaper than renting a whore.” He smirked walking closer and then I knew what he was gonna do. I whimpered as he got near me
Gold x Reader x Silver. My Heroes.
There’s no looking back once I take this step on the boat. Should I stay? But there’s nothing here for me anymore. I guess I should go. Goodbye Gold, and Silver.
A slight breeze blew through my hair, and I just looked at my feet as I remember the day I met the two. Back then I only had my (Johto starter) as my only friend, however all the other kids made fun of me, or they were my fake friends, like this guy named “Damien.”
“We dare you to go in that building over there.” Damien said as he pointed at the Burnt tower in Ecruteak city.
“B-but, it has ghost pokemon. Y-you know I’m afraid of t-t-them…..”
“I guess someone is Chicken. Bock bock bock.”
“Well then go in there.”
I started to walk towards the doors of Burnt tower with them snickering behind me. I took out (Johto Starter)’s pokeball, and he
When we meet again. Kaoru x Reader.
“Hey Kaoru, that girl is here.” Hikaru said while looking down through the second floor classroom window. They were staring at a young girl, maybe a year younger, or in the same year, but why should they care all they wanted to do was have a little fun. They watched as the young girl waited for them to show up, particularly one, Kaoru. Her (h/l) (h/c) locks were flowing in the wind as she looked in all directions to find the one twin, but as she waited no one showed up, and she stood there with the little hope she had, keeping her hands over her heart, that soon would be broken.
“Guess we better go down there.” Kaoru told his twin. Then they both went towards the door of their classroom, and made their way down to the courtyard where the young girl waited. The twins got into place with Kaoru pretending to be Hikaru, and Hikaru waiting behind the bush for the grand surprise.
“Hello there, are you ______?” Kaoru said, as you lifted your head, realizing
To My Muse I want to write about you, I want to write how only I know you when I have you besides me in sleepless nights together in worship;there I have you and find my perfect love.Your perfume reveals our love beyond your moist skin and carries me with you in the night longing for fulfillment. And when you say to me goodbye in the morning I remain alone fainting away under your sight,carrying you beyond this world in a self too in love with you.
Around you my breath deepens. You're a muse too good for my lucid inspiration.You whisper your love to me, that you want me much more for yourself. How much longer can I break from me? Give me time to grow up to you to become an anybody. Let me be yours forever in the world's vanity, it's my dream that looks like madness.To love you more than myself, to stand in my might to forget you whenever you want me any good.Between our love stands an I that is lost when you caress of me with your look.Now I can be anyone, I can
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