Poemas, Historias y Microrrelatos | black_ramen
Microrrelatos, historias y poemas que escribo para pasar el tiempo, o practicar la escritura. Algunos también los escribí para concursos de literatura en mi colegio.
Microrrelatos, historias y poemas que escribo para pasar el tiempo, o practicar la escritura. Algunos también los escribí para concursos de literatura en mi colegio.
[OneShot UsUk] Existen sueños de los que no quisiéramos despertar, y realidades que quisiéramos que fueran solo sueños.
Consejos para escribir acá en Wattpad. Aquí encontrarás ideas, consejos y recursos simples que me ayudaron mucho a mejorar la escritura, análisis y redacción de las historias. Sólo soy una aficionada que comparte su punto de vista, no es que soy una especialista ni nada por el estilo, es parte de mi experiencia... E...
One-Shot del anime Hetalia Axis Power. Los personajes de la historia son América e Inglaterra. Historia basada en la canción When the day met the night de Panic! at the Disco. Los personajes no me pertenecen, le pertenecen a Hidekaz Himaruya.
Alfred Jones ha tenido que vivir por su cuenta desde que perdió a sus padres. Y por razónes más que obvias, conoce al joven príncipe Arthur Kirkland.
COMPLETE. One of my occasional writing practices is cerebral poetry. Just me, some great coffee, random orchestral in the background, and my very hipster typewriter that prints in cursive. Is there meaning to anything I've written? Perhaps. I find that poetry often speaks more to the reader than of the writer, and thi...
The world ended the day Alfred and Arthur had their first kiss, romantic right? Nope, it was in the school gym during the Winter Dance, punch bowl, tacky pop music, cheap snowflakes and all. Hetalia was a private school, as well as a summer camp, only for the worlds luckiest, and lucky in deed that when the world went...
Arthur was a normal student studying in World Academy. His life was normal until he met Alfred. Is this the same cliche thing you always read in fanfics? Let us hope not. LAZY AUTHOR IS LAZY. WILL UPDATE IF I HAVE TIME. EXPECT JOKES, PUNS AND UNCLEAR PLOT. IM A REALLY HORRIBLE PERSON AND IM SORRY IN THE FUTURE Heta...
"I'll be okay because I have Arthur and Arthur has me." Alfred is under a lot of pressure, his brother won't leave him alone about his medication, he has exams every week and is failing school. Arthur is always there to pick up the pieces but people don't last forever. I can't do introductions so I assure you that the...
Hetaila one shot. Fluff! ^.^ Enjoy!!! If I get enough requets I'll do a sequal!~Creeps
Alfred Jones was a loud and happy person. But one night, that all changes. One by one, his so-called friends left him. Except one. Arthur Kirkland. He had felt so bad for him lately he decided to put their differences behind them. But then, tragedy strikes and Alfred is a wreck. Can Alfred get over this awful time and...
Most of these are crappy but some aren't. NO MATTER WHAT DONT STEAL OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN! If you see someone has stolen my art please alert me! And I am
(Influenced by Fall Out Boy's 'Alone Together') England's endured many decades of teasing because of his 'imaginary' friends. One world meeting though, France crosses the line. Driven by grief, Arthur abandons his Country Duties and goes back to the place where he lived as a child, the Preservation. Can the Nations s...
Nightmares. Every night it's the same thing. Britain is forced to battle with himself in a world of unconsciousness, and no one can help him. No one knows how. As he fights with the constant fear of rest, his older brother Scotland comes to help, and America begins to feel weak and useless, like he's unable to save th...
Arthur Kirkland just moved to the states from England after a tragic accident left his family hollow. At the new Academy he's attending, he meets several colorful people. I hyper Italian, a Turk with anger issues and a mask, a Frenchman with a taste for chocolate ;), and an American with a secret memory. Ups and downs...
After his ex-friend falls into a coma, Alfred spends whatever time he can trying to catch back up with him. But, how is he to do that with someone who can't hear him? Or....... Can he? ~Chapter fic, yay! UsUk/UkUs, I guess it depends on how you look at it.
**New and better planned version of my fanfiction Wire Tied** Arthur never really planned what to do with his life after high school. His mother decided for him, sending him off to the great ol' USA for his training. Training in medical science, despite Arthur's complete bewilderment of the difference between lacerat...
América finalmente enfrenta a Inglaterra debido, o más bien por su añorada libertad, de las discusiones y los estragos que aquel cálido y frío país le brindó. Después de alejarse, las discusiones cesaron y ahora ambos se odian, aunque en lo fondo de sus corazones mantienen oculta la verdad por miedo al rechazo. Sin em...
UsUk-Completed Story Alfred and Arthur go out on a date that they haven't had in a while. Arthur could tell that something was wrong with Alfred and was worried about him. Will Arthur find out what's really wrong? How will he feel when the truth does come out? I don't own the characters (Hima's) or the cover. Does con...
Fue desde ese día, sin duda. Aquel momento que ninguno de los dos puede olvidar, y, por eso, Alfred se empeña en tratar de arreglar aquella herida que dejó inconscientemente en el pecho de ambos. Para eso, escribe una carta sin destinatario alguno, en la que describe como debió haber terminado ese fatídico día. ...
Guerra de Independencia de EEUU. Los recuerdos permanecen demasiado vívidos en las mentes de nuestros queridos protagonistas. ¿O tal vez no? Tras los siglos, ¿es posible seguir atormentándose al recordar? [UsUk]
América se queda dormido esperando a Inglaterra para celebrar juntos el cumpleaños de este último. Comienza a tener un sueño plagado de recuerdos preciosos a la par que dolorosos. Este fic es un canto al amor y a la amistad por encima de lo estipulado socialmente
En noches tan despejadas como aquella, la mente del inglés rememoraba sus días como pirata cuando surcaba los extensos mares enfrentándose y hundiendo a cañonazos los navíos españoles. Y la libertad, la libertad de poder hacer lo que le viniera en gana.
América paseaba bastante inquieto por los largos pasillos de su casa. Desde hacía ya un par de semanas tenía la impresión de que necesitaba hacer algo importante. Y ese algo, inexplicablemente, tenía que ver con Inglaterra. ¿Acaso tenía algo que decirle? (One-Shot)