“So we’re sitting there in the waiting room of the ophthalmologist’s office, and suddenly a nurse comes out and calls for George. So your father says ‘Yes?’, and the nurse says ‘She’s asking for you, you have to go back there. OK, well, if she needs me, I’ll go, he thought. So he gets up and [...]

Image Source This amazing drawing is by Erika Kuhn, you really should check out her artwork. She is truly an excellent and inspiring artist, please check out her work here, and also check out her amazing blog here. Her art is truly wonderful. Now for the story: ______________________________________________________________________ He bent over the flowerbed, bare moon [...]

“Who doesn’t want to work anymore?” the guard said, standing in the doorway. My uncle and four other men stepped forward. “It’s just like going to sleep,” my uncle said. “When its over you won’t feel a thing anymore.” I said nothing, looked down at the table, continued turning my screwdriver. “Come on,” the guard [...]

The boy’s coat hung in shreds, wretched, knees visible under threadbare trousers, bruises darkening hollow cheeks. Golden hair, just like my son’s. To point right meant death. Jurgen paused. He swallowed, pointed left. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Week Sixteen Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012. All Rights [...]

Under stacked newspapers marked “trash”, grandpa’s face was unmistakable, wretched threadbare uniform hanging from skeletal frame, yellow star on his chest. Grandpa tore the photo, threw it into the fireplace. “We are Catholic.” *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Week Sixteen Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012. All Rights Reserved. All [...]

Image Source _______________________________________________________________________ The phone rang at 4am. Jessie groaned, rolled over. “Yeah?” “Hannigan here. Keller’s sleeping with the fishes. We’ve got the money. Meet us at Sixth and Bates, its yours.” Hands shaking, she copied the number, hung up, dialed 911. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Six Writing Challenge. Too late [...]

Es un Libro de Familia escrito por Lorena Metaute sobre la vida y la historia familiar de Ángel Isidoro. Se trata de un servicio creado por la periodista de familia Lorena Metaute en el que se conserva por escrito la historia familiar poniendo consciencia en el pasado para entender el presente y avanzar hacia el futuro. Contiene secciones exclusivas del método de Lorena Metaute, como el término de Acupuntura Familiar, acuñado, como el de Periodismo de Familia, por Lorena Metaute.

Es un Libro de Familia, servicio exclusivo de la periodista de familia Lorena Metaute, en el que se conserva por escrito la historia familiar de las personas y de generaciones varias. En este caso, la vida y familia de Rafaela Perales Doblas. En el libro se describen esas secciones que ha creado Lorena MEtaute para referirse a aspectos de las familias que sirven para entender, poner consciencia y avanzar. Nos referimos a Acupuntura Familiar, por ejemplo. También aparecen frases que forman parte de la comunicación de Lorena Metaute

Un libro guía para tener y conservar esa conversación de más de 5 minutos que tu padre está esperando. Es un libro práctico, escrito por la periodista de familia Lorena Metaute, para crear un espacio de conversación con tu padre y crecer en el vínculo. Este libro va en una Caja Conversación, un producto creado por Lorena Metaute en 2019.

Un libro guía para tener y conservar esa conversación de más de 5 minutos que tu padre está esperando. Es un libro práctico, escrito por la periodista de familia Lorena Metaute, para crear un espacio de conversación con tu padre y crecer en el vínculo. Este libro va en una Caja Conversación, un producto creado por Lorena Metaute en 2019.

Descripción del servicio de Corresponsal de Boda creado por Lorena Metaute. Introducción a las Bodas Conscientes a partir de la redacción de Diarios de Boda y la conservación por escrito del legado familiar en formato Libros de Boda y Libros de familia.

El proceso fue relativamente sencillo, ya que todo el dibujo esta hecho manualmente, delineado con rotulador/tiralineas, pintado con lapices de colores y sombreado con marcadores/plumones Sharpie. Eso si, no estoy demasiado contento con el resultado final, ya que algunos personajes me generan cierta incomodidad, pero no la suficiente como para creer que el dibujo no merece publicarse, ademas, si llego a digitalizarlo, podre arreglar varias cosas. 

The lyrics were written by Jon B. Darlington, the music and arrangement are by Richard Wiegand (Ricky Molina pseudonym). It is a song about an American soldier killed in the line of duty and the impact that this tragedy has on his mother.

Let’s suppose you are a heartbroken woman trying to get over the pain of a failed relationship. You’ve always wanted to see the world. What do you do? Perhaps you would do what Sarah does: travel alone to Dublin and leave your worries behind. She wants to start from scratch, to forget about it all; to enjoy the lush green countryside, the Celtic music, the famous pubs. However, her life turns upside down when she finds herself living under the same roof as Daniel, a handsome yet stubborn Irishman. Both Daniel and Sarah have their reasons for not falling in love, but love has other plans. Things become more complicated because love affairs are prohibited between housemates. This is an unbreakable rule that also applies to the three other residents: a shameless womanizer, an absent-minded musician and a new female best friend, intrusive and meddling. It’s a fun and exciting intercultural household for Sarah to adapt to! And as if that wasn’t enough, she also has to deal with Daniel’s heated misunderstandings, with an insistent ex-boyfriend and some compromising situations with a very sexy Frenchman. This is a new life in Dublin and there is certainly a lot to love!

Part 3 Traumatic Once again his rough grip grabbed her at the back of the neck,  This time he leads her up into the bed to the rear headboard,  Where one by one he confined her wrist with leather cuffs to it He stood silently in front of her, waiting for her eyes to meet his, Once her teary eyes looked directly into his, He reached into his pocket and took out a crisp one dollar bill, He placed it in her right hand and whispered, don't drop it slut, its for tonight services, Her head and eyes

Thank god it’s finished! I said aloud to no-one, and before I remember myself that I am an atheist, the alarm clock in my mobile phone starts humming out Ricky Martin’s Drop It on Me, and I save the changes to the text for the last time, and I know that it is the best thing I have written in my life. I put my keys and mobile in my bag and immediately make a run for work. My job is not THAT horrible: badly-paid maybe and such long hours, but it is a job, which in times of financial crisis is the most important thing of all, and boss is OK, gossipy and castled-in-spain maybe, but she pays punctually, and when you have already got used to the neverending torrent of gossiping, she is really OK. She could be considered to be a bit of an eccentric, with all her charming smiles lavishingly thrown at customers, and then that cutie social commentaries whispered to me, there are rumours that their daughter is already sexually active, at twelve, can you believe it? did you use to have any common sense at all at that age? is she having the common safe of having safe sex? how long will it take her parents to learn the news? Or big downsizing in UniPapper Co coming any day, especially in the factory of A Coruña, as both of the Garrido-Laxe are working there, do you think they will find themselves out of work at the same time? Today the shop will be opened by myself, so arriving one second late is not an option. That was the only thing she had admonished me about when I was told I had got the job: never be late, because I really need my employees to pull their weight and dependability is a must.

Lana Adams no buscaba el amor, ella era una chica, una adolescente con todos sus problemass, era una suicida pero un chico entrara en su vida y pondra todo patas arriba, Matthew Thompson, el tipico chico mujeriego que dice todo lo que siente en la cara de quien sea. Un dí­a, como todos los otros Matt entrara por la ventana de Lana, pero al haber echo eso, esta cambiando su vida y la de Lana, y estas ya no podra ser como antes, nunca jamas.

Sin una seducción continua (lo que en una relación personal sea un "te quiero", un "me encanta como estás esta mañana") nos quedamos en una acción pasiva de pensar en la otra parte y que ésta lo sabe y lo entiende.