Do you love reading? And do you love Mythologies? I would love to chat with people that love reading or learning Mythology (I like Greek, Roman and Egyptian, and I LOVE Norse) So, if you are a reader, of any kind of book, or you like any kind of Mythology, feel free to contact me. I'll be more than happy!

She (short story) ”Make a wish.” “Um…” “Choose carefully.” She laughed and tilted her head, with that gleam in her eyes that had made him fall in love with her. “You’re too serious. It’s only a game. I’m not getting my wish. No need to sound so mysterious.” He smiled faintly and his eyes met hers. “Come on. Make a wish. But for real.” “Okay,” she laughed again and looked at the sky, narrowing her eyes as she was thinking. He took that minute to look at her. He knew that such an amazing girl could never see anything in him, a normal boy with lots of flaws. She was perfect from head to toe, inside and outside. He had seen her soul and it was as pure as snow that has just fallen from the sky. He was somehow expecting her to stop being his friend sooner or later, when she got bored of him, his stupid jokes and his lack of beauty and sexiness. He was a bit fat, he loved heavy metal and had chronic headaches. What could a girl possibly see in that? “I wish…” She took her eyes off of the sky and looked at him the way no other girl had looked at him in all his life. His stomach twisted. He didn’t know what to look at. Her eyes were so beautiful and somehow so frightening. “I wish I spend the rest of my life with you.” And the stars could have exploded, the sky could have turned green and the grass blue, and he wouldn’t have cared anyway. He leaned forward and so did she, and their lips touched. And his soul was shouting for joy at the stars.

Being a writer Being a writer, and even more being a teenage writer, is not something you can do from one day to another. It's like doing sport. Or playing an instrument. No one can do a back flip the first day they do gymnastics. No one can put the golf ball in the hole the first time they play golf (unless they are damn lucky). No one can play Beethoven's "Moonlight" the first time they play piano. And no one can write something amazing the first time they hold the pen. Nope. It doesn't work that way. I know it because I've been through it. I've discovered the joys and desperation of writing. I've been in the place of the astonished reader who doesn't understand how the hell the writer wrote that. I've tried to write and ended up with pages of shitty writing. I've been tempted to let it go and dedicate myself to something easier. Just reading, maybe. But I can't keep that decision for a long time. While I'm reading, words come silently into my mind, tip-toeing, and start forming ideas, unnoticed... And by the time I notice that, I already have a story in my mind, a new character, something that call me, and calls me... And I can't help but write. That's a writer. Someone who writes. Always writes. Not an amateur, but someone who lives of stories. My characters and my stories are part of my life. I can't let them go and I won't either. And I don't give a damn about what people may think or say. I'm a writer, and I'm proud of that. Period.

"She is different" (a Loki fanfic) - Chapter 1: A painful landing (2/2) Part 2 of the chapter started in the previous notebook entry. Please correct my mistakes. ---------------------------- “Hey, there!” I turn around to face her when she speaks again, and both of us raise our eyebrows at the same time. She’s Midgardian. That aura and those clothes are undeniably human. Nevertheless, I don’t think I could have fallen so down. A fall from Asgard to Midgard should have killed me. Maybe I’m stronger that what I thought. She mouths the word «Awesome», although I don’t know if she’s talking about me or about the damage around me. She’s beautiful. That weird feeling again, what is happening? “Why are you dressed like that?” She stretches her hand and lightly touches my suit before I can stop her. Her voice shows curiosity. “I was in the battle,” I answer, rather doubtful. I don’t know how much information I can give away. Never tell your enemy all your secrets. Her lips bend a bit and now she’s giving me a little smile. “Battle of what? Of costumes?” I pucker my lips and frown. She’s making fun of me. Or maybe she’s isn’t even aware of the battle. In Midgard they tend to avoid noticing that kind of things. It’s a separated world. “Where are we?” I answer, feeling my knees totter again. No, I’m not going to fall in front of a woman. Never. She lets a slight skeptical laughter go. At the same time, she looks at me as if I were a rare breed. Probably, I’m a bit out of place in this world. I’m a god. “What do you mean with where? In my greenhouse. You just destroyed it falling from the sky.” “No. Where. What city. What country.” She folds her arms. “In Manhattan, United States of America. It’s obvious.” --------------------------------- END OF THE CHAPTER Next chapter coming soon.

"She is different" (a Loki fanfic) - Chapter 1: A painful landing (1/2) This is fanfic about Loki, the "villain" from the movie The Avengers. It's located before the events on the movie and after what happened on the movie "Thor". Please correct my mistakes. Part 2 of the chapter on my Notebook entries. ------------------------------------- CHAPTER 1 A PAINFUL LANDING I open my eyes slowly and blink to get my eyesight back. The air passes through my lungs again, and I feel a painful pressure over my chest when I breathe. A sudden stabbing pain makes my fists close with a spasm. I must have a broken rib, or maybe more than only one. The floor is very uncomfortable. I feel shattered glass and splintered wood digging into my skin through the cape and the suit. My head palpitates with a regular rhythm, and when I touch my forehead with my hand, my fingers are painted with blood. “Ah—” I close my eyes and relax my muscles. The pain backs off a bit, but I still feel very bad. My memories come back like waves to the beach, suddenly clear. Odin’s expression was disappointed. I had failed him. I had let the spear Gungnir go, the spear Thor was trying to hold me with. My destiny, my purpose, was to die. But instead of that, I remember the fall, the air escaping from my lungs because of the speed, and then all had gone dark. And then I woke up here. I roll to turn face down and I get up tentatively using my hands and knees. I haven’t felt so destroyed since... well, I cannot remember the last time I felt so bad physically. Generally my magic heals my wounds quickly, but this time it seems to be delayed. I stifle a moan, and I thank nobody’s here to see me. I always pride myself in my indestructibility. I stand up. My legs show a slight trembling that I cannot suppress. I close my fists tightly, trying to remain standing without tottering. I don’t have time to examine the surroundings. I hear the sound of someone slamming a door and then I feel quick and feminine footsteps behind me. “Explain this now or I’ll call the police.” Her voice is stern and sweet at the same time, and she doesn’t have the typical Asgardian accent. Something short-circuits inside my brain when I hear her. It’s such a weird feeling that I don’t even answer. ------------------------------- TO BE CONTINUED

Do you love reading? And do you love Mythology? I would love to chat with people that love reading or learning Mythology, and when I say "love", I really mean "love". So, if you are a reader, of any kind of book, or you like any kind of Mythology, feel free to contact me. I'll be more than happy!

Men don't cry It was odd to see him crying. Men are strong. Men don’t cry. They mustn’t cry. We the women need them to not cry, so we can feel that at least someone has still the control, someone can help, everything is going to get better. Because watching a man crying is devastating. When a man cries, you know that everything is wrong. Everything is terribly wrong. He doesn’t hold you up anymore, because he’s crying with you. And desperation is simply too overwhelming. It was odd to see him crying.

"The Selection" (A Book Synopsis) A book I like is "The Selection" by Kiera Cass. It is a young-adult, dystopian, romance novel set in North America after the Fourth World War. It is the first part of a series ("The Selection", "The Elite", "The One" and "The Heir", and I think there will be more books that still aren't published). It tells the story of a young girl named America Singer, who lives in Illeá, a country that occupies the place once named The United States of America. The people in Illeá are divided in “castes”. Castes are numbers. There are eight castes. The lower the number, the richer. She is a Five. The royal family’s members are Ones. She is in love with a boy, Aspen Leger, who is a Six. When the prince of Illeá, Maxon Scheavre, celebrates his eighteenth birthday, single women between sixteen and twenty years old receive a letter inviting them to take part on the Selection. The Selection is an event in which thirty-five young girls are selected, and they have to live in palace, competing to win the prince’s heart (and crown). America does not want to participate, because she loves Aspen, but she has to accept because of her mother’s pressure. She is selected. At first, she does not like the Prince. However, slowly, their friendship develops. Eventually, America realizes that she likes him. Her feelings are confused. She still loves Aspen, but she is angry with him because she saw him with other girl the day she left her house to go to the palace. Now she is falling in love with prince Maxon. Then Aspen appears in palace, now being a member of the guard. Aspen's appearance confuses America's feelings even more and she begins to feel like she is still in love with him. Having any kind of romantic relationship with someone other than the prince during the competition is considered treason, and the punishment for treason can be as severe as death. Despite knowing the consequence, America cannot help but be with Aspen. Soon, six contestants are left. America is happy when she is chosen to be part of the Elite. The book ends with America finally realizing that she is exactly where she ought to be — among The Elite. --------------------- I'll write a new notebook entry later with my personal opinion of the book. I expect you to correct my mistakes! :)