palabras sofisticadas

Relatos cortos que cuentan la vida desde diferentes ángulos, situaciones, pensamientos y perspectivas.

Un joven extranjero se enfrenta a uno de los momentos más difíciles de su vida: dejar todo atrás -su familia, sus amigos y todo lo que conoce- en un viaje de intercambio para conseguir un mejor futuro en Japón, tanto para él como para su familia. Para muchos, un viaje de intercambio es una forma de disfrutar una etapa de su vida en otro país, estudiar el idioma y conseguir algo nuevo; pero, para otros, en otra situación, es la única oportunidad de conseguir un futuro mejor.

A veces, el amor se construye en los rincones donde la piel es el único refugio. Allí en ese espacio sutil y clandestino, dos cuerpos se buscan y encuentran, como si en el roce de cada caricia pudieran ocultar todo aquello que no se atreven a decir en voz alta. Pero, ¿qué sucede cuando las palabras no logran más que enredarse en deseos inacabados, cuando el amor se torna un baile silencioso, donde el corazón parece extraviado y solo queda la intimidad desnuda de los cuerpos? Es en estos encuentros donde la pasión se vuelve una jaula. Los amantes se sumergen en un río de sensaciones, uno que parece eterno, pero cuyo cauce siempre lleva a la misma orilla solitaria. Porque, al final, sin el alma que lo sostenga, el amor se convierte en un poema inacabado en el murmullo de una promesa rota antes de nacer. En esa danza de dos que se tocan y se pierden, el deseo se vuelve lumbre, arde, ilumina, pero no logra durar. Así es como Lisette y Shelley se acercan, atraídas por una necesidad que aún no comprenden. Lisette, joven y vibrante, busca algo más allá de los límites de su propia piel; anhela un mundo en el que las palabras puedan crear puentes invisibles. Shelley, en cambio, ya ha cruzado esos puentes demasiadas veces, conoce el poder y el peligro de entregarse. Tal vez por eso, cuando sus miradas se cruzan, cada una encuentra en la otra algo que la inquieta, algo que desea y teme. Es un juego en el que ambas quedarán atrapadas, un laberinto hecho de versos y caricias que las llevará, poco a poco, a perderse y encontrarse en los rincones de la noche, en las sombras que cobijan lo prohibido, lo inevitable.

Cuentos cortos para pasar el rato

Unas recetas para la casa.

In a these lonely world of lala were she pasted through maltreatment from her step mom and everything doesn't seem to work in her favour would she find the peace and happiness she had been longing for

Nepal is a smallest country of asia it is so beautiful and pieseful country. The history of Nepal also great the army of Nepal called gorkhali army they were so powerful and dangerous. England and India and many other country use gorkhali army because they know the power of gorkha. Great one personality said that if anyone say I am not afred to die it means it is telling lie or he/she is gorkha. Proud to be gorkhali . TWO NEPALI YAI GORKHALI Thank you

A world with a special phenomena called Z chromosomes which awakens powers at any random age and everyone has them but they only activate either trough intensive trauma or just a change in body or mindset.

“You are the lucky chosen one.” The woman said, putting forth a hand to her. Who was she? Abhilasha wondered how could she breathe so well under water? The lady smiled and held her hand, “come to me. I know where you must go. Let me lead." ------------------------------------------ “I dreamed once again of that man. I think now I can only meet him in a dream , that is where we might as well be better. There are some loves, who don’t have name, shape or even existence in your reality—but they are just as much real to you. No one expected me to get up and speak and smile and work as I once did. Neither did I expect to be back in this world. A world that has snatched away everything I possibly once held precious for.” --------------------------------------------- Abhilasha had grown up disliking this river, but this river—the river had taken her to depth of life. She can’t tell now, after waking up from her long sleep. Looking around her, the life had been on race. Time had passed. She was not here, she was somewhere in this big world. A world that was as real as hers—but now she can’t tell weather it was all just a dream or was there something more in this. Did she really travelled across the universe, or was it just her mind?

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...