Latinamerica Stories

It is a snowy, wintery day, but for Milo, it's like every day, as he is a walking cyclone of calamity. This changes when he accidentally runs into a 14-year-old girl wearing a backpack. After they collect themselves, both grab backpacks, but are they the right ones? Originally published on Squidge World: https://squidgeworld.org/works/69668

Tensions in Joabana are peaking. Two women, Elena Castillo Flores and Adora Eros, have come together to debate this issue on public access television on a program hosted by a Latina woman, Amanda Lopez. Can they both keep their cool and debate this civilly, or will it descend into pandemonium? Furthermore, are Elena and Adora really foes of each other...or do they have a secret life they aren't telling their viewers...is this all just for show? Reprinted from AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53165062)

Between 2011 and 2014, I wrote a set of poems that eventually became a Spanish manuscript titled Talón, part of a three-book series (Talón - Planta - Punta) intended for simultaneous publication. However, my inability to complete the manuscript of Punta, which focused on meta-poetry and meta-language, led me to pursue other projects. I later decided to begin translating some of my work, and over time, the act of translation became an exercise in rewriting the poems themselves. This is how Talón became Distentio Animi.

When Nataly returns to Puerto Rico, it's supposed to be a brief pause-one last breath before moving on. But the island has other plans. A night of music and color shatters under a sudden earthquake, and in the chaos, Nataly locks eyes with a stranger whose presence feels disturbingly familiar. As she digs into the roots of her family's past, Nataly uncovers a land bound by secrets, betrayal, and a sacred tree pulsing with ancestral power. The deeper she gets, the clearer it becomes: nothing about her return is coincidence. And neither is the boy with the haunted eyes. Some inherit money. Some inherit land. Nataly inherited a curse.

Max valenzuela ese chico si que me confunde el tiene 14 y 13 aunque vamos en la misma clase aunque perdio año,la verdad no se si lo quiero como amigo que eso es lo que dice mi cabeza o como algo mas que eseo es lo que dice micorazon estoy super confundida y mas si esta el en mi vida

A book that I dreaded to write but since hetalia is coming back from hell I might as well write it- My characters are (and were) Elena Guerrero~Sanchez - Mexico Kiana Oliviera - Brazil Camilla Ochoa - Costa Rica Tonya Rodriguez - Venezuela Arman Álvarez - Argentina Cuzco Martinez - Peru Mariano Lopez - Colombia Romeo Valenzuela - Puerto Rico

The libretto for a 2-act Broadway-style musical about a revolution that plays out on a fictional Latin American coffee plantation. And Diego, the revolutionary leader, is in love with the Dictator's daughter... Love, politics, violence, and consequences. Inspired by my time and travels in Nicaragua, in the lingering aftermath of the Sandinista revolution. Unlike some of my other works of theatre, this one was never staged or published - the large cast, ambitious staging, and musical accompaniment all proved beyond my means at the time. I'll be releasing it here on Wattpad, one song at a time. Follow me to be notified of new updates every Friday. Notable Rankings: 1 in #libretto (2022-04-13) 2 in #nicaragua (2021-05-12) 3 in #playwright (2021-07-17) 7 in #stageplay (2021-05-12) 7 in #latinamerica (2021-05-13) 59 in #lovesongs (2021-05-12)

Twenty-five years after the cure was created, society has yet to fully recover from the zombie apocalypse. The Cure is smuggled, bootlegged, hoarded, or hidden away - it has eclipsed the barter system. Though most of the United Mexican States have been reclaimed, Walkers rule what was once Chihuahua and most of Coahuila. Among the Survivors walk Curados - ex-Walkers lucky enough to have received the Cure, whose ruined limbs were replaced by machinery - who now make up one out of every five people. Most of the Curados have identifiable Side Effects. Some have enhanced hearing. Some can smell fear. Some have inexplicable undead strength. Some can control Walkers. Some still hunger for human flesh. Walking the grey lines between Survivor and Walker and Curado is Teddy de Santos, a Carrier of the virus. Though undoubtedly undead - with half a face to prove it - he has a rare condition: all the powers and strength of a Walker, and all the morals and intelligence of a human. Between the gangs, the military, and the desperate, Teddy can't survive much longer alone. Not while the cure for the Walker Virus is the heart of a Carrier.

She's a just a pretty teen. Then one day to the another everything fall apart. How? He lives crumbles is a second, secrets are out and hearts damaged. "Sorry, but I think it's not my fault. I never changed. Things ,did, changed" i said gently. I stared at the man i loved so much, but his eyes were empty. Things had gone so far. "Jenny. Stop acting like this!" Signs then takes a deap breath. Sun was down and the air started to be a little cold. We were in a parking lot. "You know what? I'm over it...I'm done." And in a second my heartbeat went to 150. How could he do this to us? He turned around, broken and juste walked away. I stood there with tears threatening to fall down my cheeks. I didn't say a word. Guess my ego was to loud to hear my heart bleeding.

Here's a concept for your YA novel: Title: "Breaking the Script" Synopsis: Seventeen-year-old Isla Reyes has lived her entire life under the spotlight-not by choice, but because her parents are Hollywood royalty. Her mother, Mei Ling Zhang, is a globally celebrated Asian actress known for her Oscar-winning performances, while her father, Javier Reyes, is a Mexican heartthrob who's dominated the industry for decades. Their world is all about red carpets, flawless public images, and staying in control. But Isla is anything but in control. Struggling with undiagnosed bipolar disorder, addiction, and the suffocating expectations of her family, she spends her nights sneaking out to underground clubs and her mornings numbing herself just to make it through the day. Her grades are slipping, the tabloids are watching, and the only people who seem to get her are her best friend Sasha, an aspiring director, and Luca, a musician who shares her reckless habits. Then there's Camila, the sharp-tongued artist Isla can't stop thinking about, even as she finds herself falling into something dangerous with Luca. As her world spirals, Isla is forced to confront painful truths-about her mental health, her sexuality, and whether she wants to live the life scripted for her or write her own. But breaking free means risking everything, including the love of the parents who never truly saw her. Would you like me to expand on any part-maybe add more about her friendships, family dynamics, or her journey toward healing?❤️‍🩹 She's a ♐️ her friends a Virgo ♍️ and a Pisces ♓️

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a series of short stories about a girl's journey around the world.

In this story, you'll encounter the lives of Liam, a closeted gay man, and Joshua, a man considered heterosexual. But what happens when a random guy steals his heart and makes him question his very existence? Set in the 1980s in the United States, specifically in Texas, where queer people were often stigmatized as AIDS spreaders and faced discrimination everywhere. The story is told in the first person. I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't, go f*** yourself :]

Los que nos conocen siempre usan la misma palabra; "Raros". No es fácil pertenecer a Acertijo, ni siquiera te das cuenta cuando tu rutina paso a ser tan extraña y paralela a lo que llaman realidad que es difícil conectar con el mundo y su gente. Septiembre no era una excepción, de los más viejos y los más cálidos del equipo, siempre mirando al cielo como buscando con quien echar una "comi". Él es la flor del grupo, siempre repartiendo un poco de energía para continuar, pero por sobre todo, es un profesional, de los mejores Acertijos que ha existido en la asociación, por algo es el Segundo de los Killa, nuestro equipo, nuestra familia. Quizás disfuncional, pero ¿qué familia no lo és? Aunque esto a aumentado desde que Sep desapareció. 48 horas, 2880 minutos, 172.800 segundos. Es tiempo suficiente para dar por muerto a un desaparecido, esto sumado a que las primeras horas son clave para alguien que se borra de la faz de la Tierra. Pero con Sep todo es diferente, quizás está oculto o perdido ¿Estará huyendo? En verdad lo únicoO que no me saco de la cabeza es ¿Porqué? ¿Qué es lo que tramas esta vez?

One was the favorite child, the other was the abused victims. But no matter what they stuck together. Especially now when a few years after the passing of their parents, big trouble comes along the way, can they forgive the past while running from it?

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