Julio CortázarJulio Cortázar (Ixelles, Bélgica, 26 de agosto de 1914-París, 12 de febrero de 1984) fue un escritor, traductor e intelectual argentino. Sin renunciar a su nacionalidad argentina, optó por la nacionalidad francesa en 1981, en protesta contra el régimen militar argentino.234 Es considerado uno de los autores más innovadores y originales de su tiempo, maestro del cuento, la prosa poética y la narración breve en general, y creador de importantes novelas que inauguraron una nueva forma de hacer literatura en el mundo hispano, rompiendo los moldes clásicos mediante narraciones que escapan de la linealidad temporal. Debido a que los contenidos de su obra transitan en la frontera entre lo real y lo fantástico, suele ser puesto en relación con el realismo mágico e incluso con el surrealismo.5 Vivió tanto la infancia como la adolescencia e incipiente madurez en Argentina y, desde la década de 1950, en Europa. Residió en Italia, España, Suiza y Francia, país donde se estableció en 1951 y en el que ambientó algunas de sus obras.6 Además de escritor, fue también un reconocido traductor, oficio que desempeñó, entre otros, para la Unesco.
Buvau užsidariusi mintyse. Svarsčiau, galvojau, maniau... Paskutinį kartą smarkiai užmerkiau akis... Paskutinį kartą pabandžiau pabusti iš košmaro... Bet kaip pabusti iš realybės? - Hanna?- prieš išgirsdama savo vardą, pajaučiau sunkią ranką ant mano peties. O galbūt ji ir nebuvo sunki, galbūt tik mano nuvargę pečiai, jau nebegalėjo nešti kančios. Pakėliau ašarotas akis į mane besikreipianti balsą,- Ar norėtum ką nors pasakyti? Linktelėjau ir stipriau suspaudžiau popieriaus gabalėlį rankose. Daugybę nubrauktų žodžių ten gyvavo, o pats buvo pažymėtas jau nudžiuviosimis ir keliomis šviežiomis ašaromis. Atsistojau ant pakylos ir nužvelgiau visus čia esančius žmones, Corai būtų patikę. Atsikrenkščiau ir akis nuleidau į popieriaus lapą, kelias akimirkas į jį pažiūrėjau ir tuomet jį suglamžiau. - Aš parašiau kalbą,- tarstelėjau į mikrofoną ir išgirdau savo balso aidą sklindantį iš kolonėlių,- Bet ji jos nebe prikels,- su laisva ranka nusibraukiau išriedėjusią ašarą ir užmerkiau akis, bandydama įgauti pasitikėjimo savimi,- Ji buvo daugiau nei mano geriausia draugė, ji buvo mano sesuo,- nutylu, mat vos pramerkusi akis pamačiau beašarojančia Coros motiną ir šiosios brolį, šie buvo apsikabinę,- Norėčiau turėjus daugiau laiko su ja, nes,- nutęsiu ir atsitraukiu nuo mikrofono pajusdama kaip viskas susimaišo,- Ne, ne, ne, aš negaliu,- ir nubėgu nuo pakylos, porą kartų užkliūdama, jausdama visų akis susmigusius mano nugaroje.
Writing to let it all out because writing lifts the weight off a little. Everything you read here is honest and true. If you feel the same way, don't hesitate to comment or hit me up. Hoping to create an open space to support and talk about this stuff too. You are not alone. ♥
Ethan Blackwood is a brooding and enigmatic individual with a troubled past. He possesses a rare gift of lucid dreaming, allowing him to navigate and manipulate dreams with ease. Haunted by his own inner demons, Ethan becomes a reluctant hero when he discovers that his dreams hold a connection to a powerful ancient artifact that could change the fate of humanity.
There are certain wishes for those going on to the next life.Disclaimer - I don't own Demon Slayer. (Contains spoilers for the Manga)I wrote this because I read quite a few stories where the Demon Slayer Marks definitely killed despite the fact we were told the same thing about the color of sword the main character has at the beginning meaning it could very well be misinformation and the fact their lives as Demon Slayers mean shorter lives in general, so this is a bit of a different take on things. This also ended up working for the Little Special prompt for July 2021 of All Dialogue or No Dialogue. Since this was written for Froday Flash Fiction Challenge I've noted that this is not actually a crossover, for so far the Anime is following the actual Manga plot from what I can tell with little to no variation.
Она - маленькая рыжая девочка с выразительными карими глазами, у нее есть одно отличие во внешности, это то что ей нравится стиль пацанки. Он - блондин с ярко-зелеными глазами. Они отличались характерами, поэтому в школе они часто враждовали. Через несколько лет из них хотят создать дуэт ....
There's four of them. Four pairs of striking coffee brown eyes. Four types of raven black hair. Four different personalities of four different people. Yet they are one.The world of crime and danger won't even know what hit them.Separated when they were 14, they come back together under one roof 8 years later but this time not as sisters............ but as a) a hacker without a filterb) an assassin without emotionc) a brain without brain cellsd) a secret agent without a gun.They must put aside their differences and work together in order to achieve one common goal.......find who the f the damn Shadow guy is and end his games.Throw in fights, betrayal, boys and love......the whole thing seems impossible.Follow them on this rollercoaster ride of a whole lot of cussing, danger, relationships and a bunch of them who are they and are themselves of theirs. (That came out of no where).A/N: Please give this book a chance and you will not regret it.There will be violence, mention of abuse and a whole lot of cussing......... if you know the following might trigger a memory or affect you in any way.....I'm begging you, PLEEEAAAASSSEEE, DONOT READ.All rights reserved.
Liam- I hate it here. I hate this life that I was apparently gifted with. I know young ones see me as role model, but I. I see myself as a monster. A monster who hunts himself, if that's possible. My mom died because my father, my father died because of me. Leila- They hurt me so I hurt them. Simple. Right? Well even if they don't have anything to do with me I still will make them pay for what they do to others. They scar young girl's memories so I scar their bodies. Give them a promise of me. But do they know I'm death? The one that will be the last of their memories?
this is my first time doing this. don't take it seriously, its just supposed to be dUmB. My friend said that I should make one of these sO I dId. UwUAnyway to the important part.lida has made a group chat for Class 1-A.It was supposed to be for school purposes only, but i bet you can guess how that went.I'm just making this up as i go btw TvT
My father was born in Ireland in 1918 a time very different from today. His life was full of humour, tall tales, strange occurrences, great stories and tragedy. He lived at a time we have already assigned to history. At 97 years old, just before his death he continued to recall the most amazing life experiences to his grandchildren. This is the story of his early years, told in his own words.