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Missing that little personal touch that nobody know about. That is the sparkle in a sad day.

Sad plot ideas besides killing characters

Here are 14 sad plot ideas that don’t require character deaths

1. Having to give up an item of huge emotional importance 2. A leader being abandoned by their own people

3. Redemption arc that comes just a little too late 4. Making a mistake that’s too big to be forgiven for

5. Unrequited love with a childhood best friend 6. Betrayal by a sibling, parent or child

7. Realizing who they truly love when it’s too late 8. Not being believed by those closest to them when it really matters

9. A character who’s completely at peace with their tragic destiny 10. Relapsing on an addiction after doing so well

11. Making an honest mistake that leads to horrible consequences and endangers people they love 12. Trying so hard time and time again, and still not achieving any results

13. Having to watch a friend or family get tortured without being able to stop it 14. Realizing someone they love is in danger, but they’re the ones who sent them into it

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Caregiving Ideas

feeling their forehead

taking their temperature

bandaging their wounds

putting ointment on their bruises

checking their blood pressure

fluffing up the pillow they're lying on

cooking them tea or food

holding a drink to their mouth

spoon feeding them

changing their clothes

brushing their teeth

giving them injections

reading to them

washing their hair

showering/washing their body

propping them up on the bed

stitching up their wounds

giving them their medicine

going to the doctor with them

sleeping next to their hospital bed

catching them when they're fainting

praising them when they've done good

steadying them when they get up or walk

cleaning them up from sweat, blood, vomit, pee, ...

tightly holding onto them when they're spiraling

singing/talking to them softly to make them fall asleep

holding the other one in their arms when they feel down

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Espacio Personal

Es este espacio, algo personal. Esta disenado para alguno que otro loco, entre familiares, parientes, excompaneros de clase y amigos. Tiene este espacio, alguno que otro detalle (como los buenos regalos que se envuelven en navidad) e intentan transmitir buena vibra, sentimientos a veces encontrados, emociones a flor de piel, situaciones que se intentan condensar para narrar, para transmitir, para transportar al escucha a una serie de contenidos que pretenden tocarlos, acerca de la naturaleza humana. Con arte, con delicadeza, con tino, con armonia, con belleza en su formas. Es como un desvan, donde se guardan las cosas apreciadas por el tiempo, para su utilizacion en un futuro cercano. Entre las experiencias vicarias, personales, ajenas, blogueros de tumblr y amigos, se construye la materia prima de sus contenidos, esperando siempre que sean del agrado de aquellos que entran a estos espacios perdidos.

Capitulo 4: It is just the fucking rain! No, it is not!

Por que usted me besa?… Tiene acaso problemas de aceptación o pertenencia?

Qué?… filosofía y sicología con el beso, en teoría aplicada a la realidad?

No me ande besando!

Usted empezó! Yo le besé la frente, usted levantó su cabeza! dijo el amigo en tono ríspido.

Chismoso! dijo ella.

El sonrió y carcajeó, e interpretó el fenómeno como inherente al género, y recordó a su abuelita cuando en la mañana solía traer el chocolate a la mesa con la pieza de pan diciendo “los hombres voltean nuestra cabeza mi hijo, y tienes como dos pensamientos simultáneos rodando y merodeando por las mentes”. Mientras en eso estaba absorto, Helena oye un sonido lejano que le parecía familiar. Un sonido lejano, que parecía acercarse más y más hasta que distinguió perfectamente el lenguaje del búho en la noche, entre los truenos y la lluvia, con un oído afinado que alcanza a descifrar el enigma. Es el buho! Es el buho! se contestó asimisma, e inmediatamente exclamó

Corra, corra! dijo Helena agitada mientras tomaba fuertemente la mano de su amigo al pasar el momento de soledad de pareja, y que instantáneamente los trae, como rayo, a una escena, y presentados en una escenario natural. La obra de teatro natural ya empezaba. Esa es la maravilla de los seres humanos rodeados de todos los elementos naturales: cielo, estrellas, luces, rayos, lluvia, entorno, y en medio de todo, estaban ellos, ellos dos, dos parejas que coincidían en el tiempo especifico para complementar una obra que ya se anunciaba por la naturaleza, y el sonido de los búhos, era sólo el presagio de una encomienda que estaba a punto de ser desenrollada, como una nueva carpeta en una casa vieja, que al girar de su rollo, empieza a cubrir viejos espacios para interponer los nuevos con una mirada más actualizada de la casa.

Corre! Corre! decía Helena, y asía fuertemente la mano de su amigo, y se iban corriendo por los corredores del Paseo del Rio con la lluvia pegando fuerte en sus cabezas, pero sin descansar, mientras del otro lado del rio, otro hombre y otra mujer, también, corrían en lineas paralelas, acelerando en igual sentido, y solo separados por la canal del rio, en el lado opuesto.

Mirala! Ahi esta!, Va corriendo con aquel hombre, dijo Xuxa mientras buscaba un puente de cruce para alcanzarlos. Where is the fucking bridge around here? exclamó Xuxa y al no verlo, se arroja sobre las estancadas agua del rio sin reflejar en su higiene, y Dolman hace lo mismo para llegar al otro extremo del rio. 

Que no se pierdan! dijo Dolman, que no se pierdan de vista! mientras sorteaban los botes turísticos, y los transeúntes Del Río empezaban a ver con molestia y enigma cómo dos individuos rompían las reglas de las buenas conductas en una ciudad vibrante.                                    Mientras tanto, Helena y su compañero parecían volar en los corredores y corrían como si trajeran un scooter en un acera de la ciudad,  confundiéndose con la muchedumbre del Río, y los otros caminantes sólo sentían momentáneamente los empujones y embestidas de una pareja en prisa.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Ven! Y Helena sigue presionando frenéticamente la mano de su amigo. Sabia que si los atrapaban, sabía que si lograban ponerle la mano encima, lo perdería para siempre, para siempre. Lo sabía! Sabía que lo eliminarían de la ecuación…. 

Los viste dónde se metieron?, preguntó Dolban

Están detrás del árbol, escondidos atrás de el, exclamó Xuxa, mientras encaminaban sus pasos hacia ellos con prisa y tocando, y cerciorándose que tenían los instrumento necesarios para su captura, debajo de sus ropas.

Me quiere explicar que está pasando? dijo su amigo.  Y lo besó con un beso ardiente! Quédese aquí, dijo ella, y no salga por ningún motivo, e inmediatamente salió del escondite para dirigirse y enfrentar a sus enemigos.                                                                                                        Qué es lo que contiene un beso? Qué extraños poderes trae? Cuáles son los elementos del beso que, como recetas de cocina, se arman buenas comidas en unos comensales dispuestos a disfrutar las alimentos preparadas por los ingredientes de un beso. Por qué el beso, inyecta una potencia en el ser humano, no sólo para identificar una selección, sino también para revestir el cuerpo de una potencia, que todo lo avasalla, por el contacto de dos labios, por las definiciones de una piel, por el sabor de labios entrelazados entre frutas ásperas o dulces, jugosas o  secos.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Y Helena se dirigió afuera, y ya estaba esperandolos, dispuesta a confrontar el momento.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Al otro lado, y contigüo, un restaurante sonaba una canción….                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “I come home, in the mornin' light

My mother says, "When you gonna live your life right?"

Oh momma dear, we're not the fortunate ones

And girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have fun

The phone rings, in the middle of the night

My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"

Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one

But girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have 

Escritos guardados  “En el Taller de Marco”

Success

If success is not accompanied by failure, it may makes us arrogant, insensitive, and, eventually shallow.

A Lolli Pop; A Story of Love

Marco A. Romero

When I told her that I loved her she did not believe me. She threw the Lolli Pop outburst in my face that had happened when we were kids, and we played hide and seek, the cat and the mouse, and freeze tag (you're it).

I do not know what happened, at that time.

I guess I wanted to eat a sweet and she did not want to share her Lolli Pop with me, so I took it away from her, and I ran to eat it under a tree, and I enjoyed it quietly with pleasure.

The Lolli Pop tasted sweet.

What was not sweet was her heartbroken, and from there she did not want to talk to me. That anger lasted years, maybe decades...

She said I was a bad boy!

Then I remembered, a few years later, when I asked her to be my girlfriend because she no longer had these crazy girl traits, or I did not know if the love I felt for her made me not seeing her as she was because love is blind. ...  By the way, she rejected me...

I argued (trying to be a little philosophical) that love was not related to things, nor was there a correlation between my love for her and the Tootsie Pop that I had taken away from her years ago as children, but she argued yes!!! - In this strange and irrational feminine logic inference and again I repeated to her that I liked the lolli pop, and had nothing to do with love and period (I had to be a man, truthful and make things clear once and for all, right?)

Bad result!

She never talked to me anymore! ... I think she did not like my tone of not regretting what she thought was wrong. The years past by, and as she grew older she was getting more beautiful. I did not know how to make her forget the Tootsie Pop outburst.

I loved her. Really.

A lot.

I imagined in my hypothesis that she would have read the novel of Pedro Páramo , and some of it would have stayed in her heart , because she was too intellectual, with those words "make him pay dearly  the neglect of duty that we had“, or rather, I should say the Tootsie Pop one day he took away from me ...

A decade later we found each other at the law school. I must admit she was a beauty, and I liked her even more. My first impulse was to talk to her, but she again harangued me the Tootsie Pop incident with sweet chocolate that I had taken away from her, decades ago....

Truly I was desperate....

I figured out the reason she wanted to be a lawyer or prosecutor in court. She had this very great talent to explain with detail, with delightful charm, I would say, the

evils and omissions that the accused had committed to reach the tribunal.

But I still loved her and liked her like that.... She was beautiful, indeed.  I was in love with her and I could not do anything else but to be close to my dear love. My crazy heart loved whoever did not deserve to be loved and endured all the insults, rants, and bad moods.  As the time passed intruding questions came into my mind from Descartes, Plato and Thomas Aquinas. She was intellectual and I did not want to stay behind her knowledge, of course….

I told her that "if we think” about that candy, then “it would exist " and it would interfere in our relationship that I wanted to have with her.  I wanted to offer the best of me (my heart, and it sounds corny but sometimes so it is) and that the love that I felt for her would give me the thrust to build those palaces that she deserved and I could not temporarily give, unless we both work hard for it. I would accomplish her dream, of course ... being Descartes.

 I told her what St. Thomas Aquinas said "seeing is believing" and she would see my immense passion trying to meet her each day and at least say " Good morning " when passing between classes. After looking at her, my mind was filled with her smile that I tried to draw later in my notebook when the teacher was lecturing.  Obviously my teacher wondered what the drawing had to do with the notes and explanations of civil law that he had taught...

“None” teacher, I said. It is that I'm in love and love makes me fly like a butterfly.

I apologized and asked him that love should be declared as a pleasant cause of exception to the rigidity of academic schools. This feeling is uncontrollable, -I argued, and suddenly it came into my mind her image, the wind, and the leaves of the shaking trees like a movie, where we both walked together holding hands and being happy to enjoy what life gave us....

(Do not think wrong, I said, I mean the love that I feel for her)

And again, I said, it has nothing to do with you teacher, but with the fact that I am just in love....

Try other methods! My psychologist told me. One day I brought two Tootsie Pops with chocolate inside to make amends to my beloved, but she said that those lolli pops were not the same as the one I had mistakenly eaten...

Afterwards, when she looked at the other lolli pop with an engagement ring, she looked at me, smiled, hugged me and screamed I do!! I do!

That was the biggest hug that I have ever had in my life.

And we both lived happily ever after.... getting married

What is your story of love?