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What is twisted mind?

Twisted Minds is a competition that seeks to encourage the members of the PL . AMU narrative ability that many of them who know and have exploited, or know and have not exploited or in those who do not know but want to know if they have it or not, based on the creation of written narrative or lyrical writing of all kinds of stories that seek to cause fear or suspense to its readers, to find the source of fear in a letter.

Theme

wily's theme as mentioned above is the terror or suspense, which should focus the search spark to trigger fear in readers, without the written carnage becomes a story of descriptions of bad taste that has no meaning.

Specifications

- the letter should not be longer than 10 pages, single spaced, font size 11-point Verdana or Arial type, standard letter formats 21 cm. x 28 cm.

-history must bring a title to identify it throughout the contest

- Attached must bear the writer's personal data such as Muggle full name, magical name, city or country they belong, home, residence address, phone number, email electronic age.

Rules

- to send your story to be a participant in the contest immediately gives it rights to contest Twisted Minds or directives

- submissions to this contest must be sent by mail to mentesretorcidaspluma@hotmail.com where jurors read and post one each week in Twisted Minds blog.

- the time limit for delivery of the written is on Saturday 26 April 2008 at 12:00 pm

- the name of the winner will be posted via the Twisted Minds Blog on May 31, 2008.

- stories written for this contest can be either not posted on the blog if the judges determine that please the reader.

-The presentation of stories with pornographic content will be censored dye and returned to their writers

- Twisted Minds participants must be over 14 years to participate, therefore, to the story must attach a copy of identification.

- the letter should be every writer's own authorship written in violation of copyright rules, your writer will run with all the inconvenience such violation.

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Second Place:

- A voucher for half the cost of a wand in Colombia Ollivanders Products

Third Place

- A bonus for a quarter of the cost of a wand in Colombia Ollivanders Products

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And you, what you gonna do with your life!

En el fondo de mi alma siento que dentro de poco emprenderé una nueva aventura para mi vida, se siente tan emocionante, la ansiedad overwhelms me, my sleeping hours are getting shorter because I spent the night articulating my ideas. My friend tells me I'm taking too long, I stop and ponder both decide once and for all.

I am in my time of hibernation, I am nursing my wounds, the eagle I'm doing a reengineering of me, I'm moving out of emotions, passions, ambitions, goals, dreams, courage, madness and arm myself force, and acquired value in life.

few paragraphs I want to rescue some of the books I'm reading lately. To some skeptics will be difficult to open your mind to the stories and testimonies counted there, but more rescue are the experiences of ordinary people, ordinary people who believe in their dreams, their motivations, in its mission to think why and what the hell are we here. As each day progresses find more answers, with each day that moves me up the courage as indecisive chick learning to fly, I continue in this trance, not lacking anything to jump, I fall I'll be very strong flapping.

I leave you with these lines:

" Most people run from home to work for safety of the world. For many, home work and are places to hide the harsh realities of a world competitive. All they want is a paycheck and a place to call home away from home . "

Rich dad again pause and then said," And others are looking for something more. "

" Y what you're looking for, "asked." Beyond security and money. "

"A different world ... a way of living. As you know, I come from a very poor family. I wanted more than just a lot of money. More than just a big house and nice cars. I wanted a life that few people get to have. He knew he faced more likely to fail than succeed. Knew there would be ups and downs as an entrepreneur. And like everyone else, was concerned about the ups and downs. However, it was the idea of \u200b\u200baccessing a different life that made the risks seem worthwhile. It was not just to make money, it was the adventure of a lifetime.

A couple of years ago, opposite the university, with a group of my friends celebrated the completion of studies from my class. Vidal, a friend asked me what I wanted to do with my life, what I was looking really, where noted. At the time, responded briefly some things, so today I can tell my friend Here is the answer:

" When my life is over, I know the ups and downs will become memories of a great adventure, deals won and lost deals, friendships strengthened and friendships lost and won and lost money. Will memories of perfect strangers crossing gate, only to join your next adventure and it come out once the adventure is over. And along the way, hopefully, you find that place, a place with quality and beauty of life in your heart you know that there, in your dreams would come true know that " (author of Rich Dad, Poor Dad. Robert Kiyosaki)

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What else is next? Sadness

I see a picture where my grandmother, a woman that loved him very much, that feeling of nostalgia is stuck in my eyes, my retina can not hold the tears restless. That is the strangest feeling love. Have already spent nearly 12 years and I still feel his words, his touch and his cries when I was carrying too restless. Maybe so, but it is a very different feeling as when I remember the girls with what I experienced, illusion, infatuation and love.

September 29 ended a goal in my life and I feel very happy. My colleagues, with whom I spent most of my life, we took photos on the right, souvenir photos, pictures over the years not grow old or no longer, because those we take with digital camera, the only will we be enclosed.

I have the great satisfaction that I am left with nothing, gave everything in college, my youth was the most perfect, I have no complaints, I learned a lot in it, my character, I owe much to the lifestyle I chose and people with whom he shared the historic moment. Was in doubt when I decided to take the first step in an adventure, I fear, craving earned me the concern of the future, I absorbed every night, the economic situation in my home was not the most appropriate, my dad no longer worked, and his saving my mom started his small tailoring business, which paid for the studies of my sister and mine.

While we had a few beers with my friends, the laughter came and went, we spent all morning concerned about the uncertainty we won, further examination of my life, I said , we have gone through so many of them to tell the experience would be boring, but it will when we meet again, what else is , asked, all were silent, waiting for answers, if, now that is, said one , I made the comment on the investments of foreign capital coming and recommended some things. From here much longer, "said another , we all knew that this would be a bit complicated after that, chances are rare, each will choose their way, some married, others remain in their jobs for many years, others embark on the road other business and leave the country. I think if I see some of them have common interests and ambitions.

As the years have been the main motivations of my life have always been the things which he knew he would lose a lot, have always been challenges for me, not do that, not for you, is wasted time, repeated, the more planned the time and cost to achieve that, armed with courage and valor departed.

I made many mistakes, even many of them have been made by choice, many of them I hurt noble people who had no responsibility, the end justifies the means , a phrase I learned, implementation sentence , lesson learned, a causal relationship.

These past seven years, I thank my mother for the effort and such invaluable I learned a lot from it and I owe the man I am today. Something if I do not regret is having missed doing things, I've never mistaken for inaction.

One thing is certain, who has never been wrong, is because he has never done anything .

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I will take your hand, lost in the street walk, sail on our minds filled with black and white images, you sadness will guide us. Cross the world with the guidance of his shadow, always present, always ethereal. The more cars that overwhelm us memories, hobbies in your skin narrow, wind corners to give us kisses, passion does not overflow because your stunned gaze melancholy. Each whereabouts

hope the time comes and no sign of life nor the distance we see a reflection of our hands to guide lost souls. At the stations wait for the winter, it reminds us of the creation of life on you, me, intact as it sounds for two, we like the first time, with nothing in mind, just waiting.

If you tell lies is because my lips have desecrated your secrets and years of waiting have been left hanging in the twilight of your dwelling, that scoundrel of the early morning we look and we gave our goodbyes. The smile had been wrapped in napkins for dinner, we never think to use it, pity it would have been the best medicine for a short corner to create a happy Sunday. Every breath

wasted ran with hope in our backs, there was nothing to foreshadow the absence of your eyes, that shine alone and dying, there was nothing to foreshadow the events that later would. Some point we said the whole life, that so many nights wrapped in grief, there was nothing else.

Loaded with so much human misery, the days are dead and with it the desire to cherish the breath of wind power embed a word, the joy of our life is not found because I need the little forgotten, save the desire to go, let's stay in silence, dies in the room, widowed with sadness, we must freeze in this winter wild, consider the expected summer to get out, give good value.

oblivion not allow me to do commercial work, let our souls the gifts wrapped in hand-out, dry your eyes so much misery, you conquer melancholy, I hope, someday I hope you said ... but this absence is eternal, your sorrow now is mine, I hope to get used, it would be less if you're worth.

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I wish I had an opportunity

I wish I had a chance, accept a time or place, perhaps a space, perhaps a story committed to your life expectancy. In your life project reserves a place for me, is the right place to travel with you, I go with you, let me, I pray with all my heart, I'll put an illusion on your photos, extract the best from the air around you, Spray your perfume smelling just a fiber bathe my skin, give me your eyes correspondence, years of not seeing us deliver them, the years of hope in the seat of my studies return them.

my disappearance may seem true, it is the imagination who approaches you in the evenings to teach travel appears accompanying me, but you were not. I bring pulled so many times I call you Mary. I bring the tip to not make a fuss, I do because no one wants to, he pushed me, I leaned, I lie, I bundle up your child at the thought of seeing you again, I'm content with that.

Mute, mute, blank, and seeing a flower in your hand, I bet the craziest idea of \u200b\u200bknowing when and what were the locations where the rip off, I need to know a vague idea, but one, that you can root of the past lost, absorbed surprise to know that your truth, la mirada vacía de unos años robados, fugados y enmascarados por ti, cuándo y en qué momento te perdí, y porqué si no te conocía, y con los meses adelantados de nosotros, ya no sé quién eres, y porqué te pienso.

Ayer llovía, las calles estaban inundadas del vaho invernal, recorría la inmensidad de lima pensando, tranzando con mi conciencia para negar tu existencia, no es difícil, me dije, ya va pasar, es más seguro tener mi pensamiento pesimista porque sería increíble verte, es ya fantasioso el lugar, la hora, el momento y la circunstancia en que nos encontramos, es ya absurdo pensar en redimir nuestras miradas, todo debe pasar, en cualquier momento volverás to be part of my nostalgia.

convert you in cyberspace, that's what we have, neither more nor less, we are now tiny part of a world made unwittingly, we are always more distant but now, you know how you know me, but not know how to find the true way to raise our souls, with the above let me tell you how much you do not know.

To complete these lines ends bruised my hope has been a tough battle back to remind you, do not think your stay here has been only moments and days sums put into the books existing in those never ending reports of the waking dreams with my senile paranoia, now we have to return to our lives, each in their own, each one having their stay in our city.

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That morning, down the stairs to the courtyard, the despair was gone, we could not believe I voted for Sanchez of the Salesian.

was my fourth year of acolyte and the father had already given me the option to join him in the Eucharist, my robe was white, was amazing, it should have been at that time and living a Catholic devotion confess, I loved the glamor of Mass, Eucharist I learn the memory, was this the commandments, and other regulations that God and the church had plotted to write over our era, do not believe that God has elected representatives who have, so at my age I only believe in him, strangely I think, is what many Sometimes we need, man has ceased to believe and is condemned to a comfortable lifestyle to the point that we do nothing about what happens to our environment. Darius

Al Sexton had already stressed when it was time for the masses, before the start we liked to run by the immensity of the church, in this group of about ten children were Sanchez, was a very sociable guy looked like a promotion to be cured, then the course the junior year and I am the first, but she knew all the years of acolytes who spend together, he had used white robe that was synonymous with upward mobility in the acolytes, while I was still wearing the red robe that often took her with me Mom home and washed and the kitchen if I had to do, my grandmother was thrilled, it was the most enthusiastic of all, with good reason, he looked in his face a lot of hope because one of his grandsons follow in the footsteps of priesthood, with good eyes could see that every Sunday I go with her to church, and made her sit on while I went to the sacristy to get dressed, I sometimes had to ask alms, sometimes the bell, when the other wafer, but each child felt happier, had in my mind a huge confusion, did not know if studying engineering or literature, or be a professional football player , or get a cure.

Sanchez became one of the guys who ran and organized the Salesian Youth Movement (MJS), had good ideas, was proactive, enthusiastic, did not play good football, nor the basketball, but volleyball, people I was hesitant because sometimes quite delicate gestures to a school for boys, but they were only posturing, there was not anything else, ever hear in the classroom Sánchez was "queer", but it was impossible, hearsay, sometimes my friends asked me if it was true what was said by the corridors of higher secondary grades, I would say no, at that time I was a boy considered "nerds "sometimes I fucked bacancitos the room, but two years later, we grabbed a fight with the bravest of them, from that moment I thought fuck me twice, I remember that we hold in the very room, when first we entered the recess and the teachers always lingered about fifteen minutes, long enough to break the lip and hold on to the ground, Jaime did not expect my reaction was shocked and so on gave him land more punches in the stomach, legs, arms and he only managed to hold on to keep you throw some more, my friends and his friends we parted, a sufficient remedy, ever more fucked up, so since then I became a defender of the defenseless "nerds" to the point that prepare high school seniors with a group of my colleagues a list to run for mayor of the school that was made at the beginning of each year, and candidates were only boys in fifth, but last year the group launched its candidacy, on that list I running for mayor, neither more nor less, and upon arrival in December of that year, there was the word that we were the favorite list of all high school, but life has its answers, the following year I moved out of Callao and I had to change schools.

De sanchez only knew that he was expelled for bad behavior, but it was rare as it was a pretty quiet guy, so we decided to take our word for morbid version that was said, who caught him having sex with a fifth-year guy in the bathroom central courtyard, which surprised him was the coordinator of high school.

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was crouched in the corner with Jhonny, watched as three blocks to Yvonne, I saw it intact, untouched, beautiful, as always saw with adolescent eyes love, I think he realized that we were following, at that time was not in my head because I was leaving, or do not really know why, but it is those "because" that as time passes they become more complicated to explain, clarify it is much more complicated than a drop of hydrochloric acid toilet that night was not very good, being the one in the morning of December 25, 1994, I learned of it, it was without a trace, to date is impossible to know their whereabouts, the notice above appears a line of it, but she has a name, you must have at least I do not think it has changed, even if he had every right, definitely should have done, after which he lived that year, I personally do not know how to endure the circumstances, taking only 14, that year should have followed my life player, or basketbolera, I should have followed my dream to be pushing a big back center, a great right back, I should have kept going to yahuarhuaca all weekend, I should have trained a lot more for my parents had been convinced of my passion at that time, after school but my efforts were useless, did not the required impact, with a simple no, I fucked up the illusion, so much that I like football a little, or almost nothing, only what is necessary as para jugar una ves por semana con los compañeros de mi nuevo trabajo.

Por esos momentos aún no tenía muy claro lo que había pasado, sabía muy bien que Ivonne se fue a Trujillo a curarse el alma de alguna manera, pero con los hechos y con el carácter que adquirió, me demostró que yo era un estorbo en su vida, no puedo juzgarla porque tal vez fue para protegerme del tipo que la jodía, quiero pensar que lo hizo por protegerme, cuidarme, en alguna oportunidad dentro de su histerismo me grito que ya no quería verme, que no me amaba, que nunca lo había hecho, y que no significaba nada en su vida, es decir, trágame tierra, yo, niño de catorce años, pre joven, hundido en la terrible depression and trauma of the memories that filled me at night, those words I marked in the years of my life, afraid to hear it again, so was my fear as I "cared little for the feelings of my next enamoraditas" poor stupid, useless effort, because I could not resist, and give again tempered to the core.

Who was Yvonne?, Sometimes I'm thinking if it was real what I experienced, I wonder if it existed, or was just a figment of my mind, this mint is concerned that full hopes and dreams, illusions and nesting great confidence for life, this mind which had its moment of sadness, I can not believe it, sometimes I try to remember and nostalgia overwhelms me, Ivonne existed?, that moment came into my life, I will have had a look, this story should not just be me, not only should stay in my, I hope you have lived, I do not lie, but sometimes can not. Ivonne must have 29 years to date, moreover, must meet in July 30, and your child must be 12 years old, one wonders, what, at seventeen was the mother?, I think his son to Ivonne was a blessing, he must love her very much and life insurance surrender to him, but Christian was the result of rape, but for that fact would all be very nice, the fact that it was not for me at that time.

At one time I met her younger sister through the streets of San Miguel Square, the girl would then 20 years, she was a lady, and very pretty, he said he was working on wong Ivonne Camacho, excited, I was a few days, and never could locate, perhaps at that time be transferred to another store, the truth is that the "fate" did not want to meet him then about my university I came across with her older sister, she greeted me very nice, we stopped a few minutes to talk, do not ask anything, but did not have to, as she said: "Ivonne is fine."

should be okay clear. It's been about thirteen years, and everything is viewed as a traditional mirror, it has lost its color, form, his greatness, his majesty, the years have done better, the years made this story what it is, a story , dots, with end points, with time sky, with a sad happiness.

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should recoder least one mind something more selective, more casual, nothing premeditated, memories appear after they have spent enough years to forget, of course, only a prodigious memory for issues related to my profession, but feelings a memory that is agreed to is memory.

I am convinced that I am the man who knows no forgetting how hard I try and try, I can not. On the streets I see faces, which are permeated destinations for a route that I can at some point cross, via unknown to the places they inhabited, they have walked. Their lives seem familiar, with some I identify with other disgusts me, I wonder if I'm still human, that's life, the ways of life are like that, "I thought that life was different, and when I was tiny I thought things were easy as yesterday, "he sings Vicenza, this guy plays songs with social and existential tone.

Some songs transport me to places and times Magical, enigmatic, full of paradigms that did not resolve, not resolve it for lack of time, lack of desire, I lack the desire to walk sometimes, sometimes I despair, I confess, it is normal, no?, I think if you continually do a reevaluation of my world, what can be absorbed, the times they wander the streets of Lima, center, south, north, west, every dream that leads me to my face and is coupled to sweaty windows by closure of the freezer, at every moment of the night, day, in the morning, of the time I return home late, the winds that hit me in the hair, I do not remember names and not remember you, because I do not see continuously so many things I want to start and not the start of the books I saw., I liked, but just there, keep them all something, vague reasons, but something, after all is my conviction, our conviction, mere mortals, transient laborers in a way that we find, of the thousand ways that we choose.

I'll make a collage of my life on the planet disappears, I will be a small valley, sad, melancholy for all that I could not have lived, but I will look for a gray life, like looking death in the face without fear, ready to face it, ready to give battle to burn the last sighs of my life, my hero complex I with me sure, so sure shall fail to see the things I love most, quiet. I hope, in the tense calm of every day, when I wake up and wake up with my arms ready, which hung in the closet with me, of hearts that I have next to my bed, I keep everything at night in my mind to remember what suits me and what not, I'll leave it for later, I'll leave it to the tray of outdated files, although many are not.

No notice of what will happen in two days, three, in a month, a year, but if there is a time, a watch with a timer that indicates to me that the years pass, time passes, cruel time damn long.

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The fifth in my neighborhood were once unforgettable places for adolescents at some point we, at present it is necessary to get a stop cheerleading marijuana and dealing all kinds of toxic substances. There

fifth that inside there are very small apartments, a dining room and kitchen and a bedroom on the brink of overcrowding, but to us little ones were places to liberate our instincts "Kissing", a period in which we could spend hours and hours "chapando" and touching everything necessary to discover something about our sexuality.
Some were darker than others, some were too gloomy where even told stories of souls in gloomy sentences, people who had died and went from sarcastic to the passages, but we did not mind when playing hide and seek, the famous and feared and desired hidden, when needed to choose the partner with whom he could seize. There

fifth which used to play ball, I confess that I loved to play my small pichanguitas definitely over the years I have deteriorated in these avatars, but modesty aside was a good back and very agile center to the sides.

The fifth where there was a huge wall that the use of arc, behind it was the classic bakery in which several of our balls fell into the furnace to kick assholes we were strong, those chic bakery is currently the owner is one of the bakers who started as assistants and who came to lime to break the provincial back to work, the friend Dario met since I was single, now married to the first girl I worked with him when he became owner, and she has two children who do not really know them.

Then there was the old on the block who always threw breaking balls and boiled water to their village and part of the track when we were just starting our games.

Our huge bows were a couple of stones that were almost millimeter calculated distances, and that poor goalie who dared to shorten them, went at it and understood literally kicking please.

After the years we grew and we were having an expansionist desire and begin to migrate to other areas that were around because we wanted to meet new girls, there were also houses with their own stories, but the preferred at that time was that of Av Argentina was in front of a tap, this was the best, and was the best because they had two ladders which each had a proper dark so nobody can see and disturb us, that was also fifth place where I broke through the heart first time, then became a habit in my life, and note that I do not regret, if not, all that you learn a lot, but she stopped a few illusions that never saw her again, Furthermore, only knew I had a son who became my middle name as name, maybe I'm too freaked out but I think I put in my honor and because he also liked, but all that did not help because they feel far that strange feeling of nostalgia and want to know about it, maybe life throws at me some time to re-cruzármela unexpected, I have not thought about how he would react but the safest thing is to invite her out for coffee and talk about our lives, moments that made us grow and saved fond memories.

The fifth of my life in the last year of residence in my neighborhood, was also a statement instead of the pretty girl "front" which brought back all chiquilindrujos the neighborhood, maybe I was the best conquered, but the last time I was in fifth broke my heart.

The fifth of my life no longer exist, because I live in a very quiet area where there is a guard named Carlos who is super friendly and always greets me with a smile and a hand raised in token of "here I am."

The fifth of my life were long held to have dreams, hopes, loves, heartbreaks and eternal smile fixed in portraits that just keeps my mind.