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Hi! I’m Betzabeth, I’m 21 years old, I’m from Mexico and I write original stories, both in English and Spanish: humor, suspense, fantasy, and romance; besides, I write poetry, narrative poetry and I’ve created covers for my stories.
          	
          	"If you can do something, do it. Don’t wait, because you’ll never know when the last time will be until you live the first time. And we cannot be slaves of time. Life can be a blink of an eye, and who will warn us when it’s time to open and close our eyes once more, to find a different world later? Maybe a blink of an eye is a life, and we have the chance to open and close our eyes a million times, but there will be one last; and just as we don’t remember any, we won’t know if this is the first. Or the last one." (In a Blink of An Eye, 2015)
          	
          	"She slowly reached out to the bird —fearing it would do what it did the last time—, and she took a rolled-up piece of paper from it. She unfolded it and read the phrase “DO NOT KEEP GOING”, written on it. The handwriting was so clear that it looked like it was printed. When she took her eyes off the paper, the pigeon was no longer there. She looked over her shoulder and saw the pigeon hovering in the opposite direction, this is, where she came from. Then, she returned her sight to what was ahead of her, and she didn’t know how to react when, a hundred meters ahead of her, the path was getting clearer. “The exit!”, she thought with enthusiasm. And there she went." (H.P: Homing Pigeon, 2014)
          	
          	"My words disappeared into the thin air, and only a reminiscence of a feeling is left. I have no more words, just a collection of everyone else’s. A story that screams to be heard, a painting that claims to be brushed, a photo that hasn’t been taken and a song that longs to be played. I can’t do anything but describe any of them with lent eyes, the echo of my voice and a heart held together by other hands. I don’t want the old me, I want me. So, I’ll use your words until mine grow back." (Keep Walking, 2020)

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Hi! I’m Betzabeth, I’m 21 years old, I’m from Mexico and I write original stories, both in English and Spanish: humor, suspense, fantasy, and romance; besides, I write poetry, narrative poetry and I’ve created covers for my stories.
          
          "If you can do something, do it. Don’t wait, because you’ll never know when the last time will be until you live the first time. And we cannot be slaves of time. Life can be a blink of an eye, and who will warn us when it’s time to open and close our eyes once more, to find a different world later? Maybe a blink of an eye is a life, and we have the chance to open and close our eyes a million times, but there will be one last; and just as we don’t remember any, we won’t know if this is the first. Or the last one." (In a Blink of An Eye, 2015)
          
          "She slowly reached out to the bird —fearing it would do what it did the last time—, and she took a rolled-up piece of paper from it. She unfolded it and read the phrase “DO NOT KEEP GOING”, written on it. The handwriting was so clear that it looked like it was printed. When she took her eyes off the paper, the pigeon was no longer there. She looked over her shoulder and saw the pigeon hovering in the opposite direction, this is, where she came from. Then, she returned her sight to what was ahead of her, and she didn’t know how to react when, a hundred meters ahead of her, the path was getting clearer. “The exit!”, she thought with enthusiasm. And there she went." (H.P: Homing Pigeon, 2014)
          
          "My words disappeared into the thin air, and only a reminiscence of a feeling is left. I have no more words, just a collection of everyone else’s. A story that screams to be heard, a painting that claims to be brushed, a photo that hasn’t been taken and a song that longs to be played. I can’t do anything but describe any of them with lent eyes, the echo of my voice and a heart held together by other hands. I don’t want the old me, I want me. So, I’ll use your words until mine grow back." (Keep Walking, 2020)

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¡Hola! Soy Betzabeth, tengo 21 años, soy de México y escribo historias originales, tanto en inglés como en español: humor, suspenso, fantasía y romance (estos dos últimos, mis temas favoritos). Además, escribo poesía, narrativa poética y hago portadas para mis historias.
          
          "Si puedes hacer algo, hazlo. No esperes, porque nunca sabrás cuándo será la última vez hasta que vivas la primera. Y no podemos ser esclavos del tiempo. La vida puede ser un parpadeo, ¿y quién nos avisará cuando sea hora de abrir y cerrar los ojos una vez más, para encontrar un mundo diferente después? Tal vez un parpadeo sea una vida, y tengamos la oportunidad de abrir y cerrar los ojos millones de veces, pero habrá una última; y así como no recordamos ninguno, no sabremos si es este el primero. O el último." (En un parpadeo, 2015)
          
          "Acercó su mano al ave, lentamente ―temiendo que hiciera lo de la última vez―, y le quitó un papelito enrollado. Lo extendió y leyó la frase «NO SIGAS», escrita en él. La letra era tan clara que parecía impresa. Cuando despegó la vista de la hojita, la paloma no estaba. Lanzó una mirada sobre su hombro y la veía revoloteando hacia el sentido contrario, es decir, de donde ella misma venía. Después, regresó su vista a lo que la esperaba hacia adelante, y no supo cómo reaccionar cuando, a cien metros de ella, el camino se hacía más claro. «¡La salida!», pensó con entusiasmo. Y allá se dirigió." (P.M: Paloma mensajera, 2014)
          
          "Mis palabras desaparecieron en el aire, y solo queda una reminiscencia de un sentimiento. No tengo más palabras, solo una colección de todos los demás. Una historia que grita para ser escuchada, una pintura que demanda ser pincelada, una foto que no ha sido tomada y una canción que anhela ser reproducida. No puedo hacer nada más que describirlas con ojos prestados, el eco de mi voz y un corazón unido por otras manos. No quiero a la vieja yo, me quiero a mí. Entonces, usaré tus palabras hasta que las mías vuelvan a crecer." (Sigue caminando, 2020)

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Hello! My name is Oriana and I have been using Wattpad since 2013. Like my two colleagues, I am here to put my knowledge of writing into practice. I really enjoy creating stories where my imagination takes flight; most of my writings are fanfics, arguably my specialty, but I also write stories about science fiction, horror, suspense, romance, erotic, detective, fantasy and non-fiction, POVs, poems, and novels. In addition, I make biographies, infographics and covers for the stories. I'll leave you some excerpts from my writings, I hope you like them, and if you are interested in my work, send a direct message to the profile!
          
          “My life is just perfect, I have everything I need. Well, not exactly ... What am I missing? An angel, her. She is that thing that I lack to be happy. My love for her is pure, I am sure of it. I remember she smiled at me as she passed the subway, but she wasn't alone, she was with a man… She was beautiful, too beautiful to be real, but she was. ” (Forbidden, 2014)
          
          "You have felt it, haven't you? Sure, we've all felt it. Have you also felt the emptiness? You know what emptiness I'm talking about, right? That gap that remains when you lose a part of you, you don't know when or how, but you lost it ... That part called happiness is no longer there. Maybe it didn't go completely, but it's not there. And just when you think you find it and you think you will come out of the hole, your hand slips and falls to the bottom again. ” (Feelings, 2020)
          
          "Castles? Reigns? Princes?
          Here's a story you might know from the storybooks about handsome princes and huge castles they used to tell you as a child, you loved them because they all had a happy ending, but will this story have a happy ending? Is it true that love can against everything? Could a love from two totally different social classes be able to fight everything? ” (Predestinados, 2016)

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¡Hola! Mi nombre es Oriana y soy usuaria de Wattpad desde 2013. Al igual que mis dos compañeras, estoy aquí para poner en práctica mis conocimientos sobre la escritura y la redacción. Disfruto mucho crear historias donde haga volar a mi imaginación; la mayor parte de mis escritos son fanfics, podría decirse que son mi especialidad, pero también escribo historias sobre ciencia ficción, terror, suspenso, romance, erótico, policíaco, fantasía y no ficción, POVs, poemas y noveletas (novelas cortas). Además, realizo biografías, infografías y portadas para las historias. Les dejo unos extractos de escritos míos, espero les gusten, y si mi trabajo les interesa, ¡manden mensaje directo al perfil!
          
          	“Mi vida es simplemente perfecta, tengo todo lo que necesito. Bueno, no exactamente… ¿Qué es lo que me falta? Un ángel, ella. Ella es aquella cosa que me falta para ser feliz. Mi amor hacia ella es puro, estoy seguro de ello. Recuerdo que me sonrió cuando iba pasando por el metro, pero no iba sola, iba con un hombre… Era hermosa, demasiado hermosa para ser real, pero ella lo era.” (Forbidden, 2014)
          
          “Lo has sentido, ¿no? Claro, todos lo hemos sentido. ¿También has sentido el vacío? Sabes de que vacío hablo ¿o no? Ese hueco que queda cuando pierdes una parte de ti, no sabes cuándo ni cómo, pero la perdiste… Esa parte llamada felicidad, ya no está. Tal vez no se fue por completo, pero no está. Y justo cuando crees encontrarla y crees que saldrás del agujero, tu mano resbala y caes al fondo de nuevo.” (Sentimientos, 2020)
          
          “¿Castillos? ¿Reinados? ¿Príncipes?
          He aquí una historia que tal vez conozcas por los libros de cuentos sobre apuestos príncipes y enormes castillos que solían contarte de niña, te encantaban porque todos tenían un final feliz, pero, ¿tendrá esta historia un final feliz? ¿Es cierto que el amor puede contra todo?  ¿Acaso un amor surgido desde dos clases sociales totalmente diferentes podrá contra todo?” (Predestinados, 2016)