Twisted Minds 2009
What twisted mind?
Twisted Minds is a competition that seeks to encourage the members of the PEN Association narrative ability they have. Many of them already know and have exploited, and some people think they have and have not exploited, others want to know if they have it or not.
From the creation of written narrative or lyrical writing of any kind, twisted mind tries to find stories that provoke fear, terror and suspense to its readers to find the source of horror in a letter. Theme
The Twisted Minds theme as mentioned above is the terror or suspense, which should focus the search for the spark to trigger fear in readers, without the written carnage becomes a history of bad taste descriptions that makes no sense. SPECIFICATIONS
- The letter should not exceed 10 pages and not less than one, single spaced, font size 11-point Verdana or Arial type, in standard letter format 21 cm. x 28 cm.
"The story should carry a title that identified throughout the contest
-Annexed must bear the writer's personal data as are completely muggle name, magical name, city, home to which he belongs, contact phone, email and age. RULES
-By submitting your story to be a participant in the contest immediately gives it rights to contest or directives Twisted Minds
-submissions to this contest must be sent by mail to mentesretorcidaspluma@gmail.com address where jurors read and post one every week at Twisted Minds blog.
stories The reception will begin on July 22, 2009 and ending on September 30, 2009 at 12:00 pm
By fencing will be getting stories published.
-The winner will be posted via the Twisted Minds Blog on October 14, 2009
The awards are held the day of the Halloween party of the association.
-written stories for this contest may or may not be 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 to participate, so the story must attach a copy of identification document if it is required by the judges
- The writing should be every writer's own authorship written in violation of copyright rules, your writer will run with all the inconvenience that violation.
AWARDS FIRST PLACE:
-A bond for the full cost of a wand in Colombia Ollivanders Products
-kit of items from the website Wish Builders.
-A kit of Harry Potter items level1.
-Audio Mp3 of the story told with sound effects and dialogue. this will be broadcast on the day of the halloween party
SECOND PLACE:
- A voucher for half the cost of a wand in Colombia Ollivanders Products
-kit Goods level 2 Harry Potter
THIRD PLACE
-A bond by a quarter the cost of a wand in Colombia Ollivanders Products
-kit Goods Harry Potter level3
CLARIFICATIONS:
+ If the winners do not are present on the day of the awards without any notice will not be given awards, may be sent even delegate to mail notice of the competition.
+ The bonds must be redeemed within a period not longer than 1 month if you do not lose their validity
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
How To Adjust Autococker Trilogy
"A SAD CONDON" a chronic
well that was not what we held in that moment, or who was held, or who were all invited, even if it really did not know had been invited. The thing is that she was. One of the women who will remember for the rest of my days, for that DAMN detail today, set this chronic.
The eyes began since I opened the door. To see that woman had to concentrate hard so as not to look at her boobs, they were from another world, idyllic, wonderful, perfectly molded for me (ie "yatusaes)
His eyes always remember, because the focus in them, could easily forget everything else. Her eyes were deep and laughing that anyone falling. At night
typical events occurred a gathering full of alcohol, alcohol, cigars, pipes and alcohol, that is, there were many hugs, kisses, questions, answers, and such. But not for a moment stop watching it, desiring to be with her on the second floor rub to warm even more than they were a few months ago.
To summarize a little story, like lice cure me! and the usual warmth of my body, began to be unsustainable. My gonads began to say "YAPO WEON! RUSH LA WEA! NO SEAY AWEONAO! We want action!" (MY SON ASI DE COCOS FLAiTE)
started dancing and whenever she could, grabbed her ass and touched my mouth with his, showing a very subtle way not my desires.
- going up? - Ask no one more than his ear and my mouth they found out that hatched.
- y. .. is not peeling ... is that they are my friends ... Y your son-sabi like gave his apologies that nymph scented lust.
- upload your first ... I climb in 3 minutes. Is the door is to the left of the stairs to enter, there is not some other dark place, at this stage of the night, might have raised other abhorrent acts in the eyes of God and the very rum! !
The thing is, granted my horny and almost desperate (so hot) request and suddenly, without asking anyone, and watching nothing but the beginning of the step up. Walking
contemplates that "Ass" in the previous dance inviting me to discover it completely and openly.
- CULIAO YA! Take the crest, make a mint, make him a sign to your friend pa-thinking people to climb my coconuts and I conveyed to the conscious-unconscious of my presence of alcohol.
ascend, I go ... and without even looking at sex goddess that I close the door latch to stop anyone that act stark between the nymph and I (who at that point I thought RAMBO CONAN or not, but weon REEEEcabron)
She knew what was coming, because as I was saying - not peel, no wei .. to ... ..- ufff your hands quickly took my pants looking for the button closure, gently touching my sex completely little stiff.
no questions began to kiss her big tits up today I remember them as one of my most precious treasures sex, were twice my hand, her white skin my face lit up times and consumed him as a baby of her nipples fully erect, I want to be with me. I
under pants as only a few women had done before (if weon .. PAIR! I'm not fucking) and begin to recognize as such animals, the lift and put on all fours on that bed, and I began to kiss her as she entered her without any delicacy or decency.
I bet he felt a sexual God behind it, in and out to the rhythm of her moans and mine, was a colt, a Lion, A MACHINE! (Weno, and I felt weon po .. la wea is my story.) At one point, when he could not feel more pleasure, watching me doing the "bicycle" and I said, panting:
- throw me his hair ... TIRAM THE PO PEEEEEELOOOO WEON! TO THAT LEVEL! O SEAAAA! She was wrapped in LLAAAAMAS PO WEON!.
To further describe the ecstasy I felt at that moment of sweaty romance, it's not worth it because every moment like that is clouded by the untimely call from someone who says "friend" or in this case, " friend. "
- ****** (names omitted for obvious reasons) forestay there? .. TOC TOC TOC, PO Oyeee! ANSWER ME-
- my friend pelao. uff .. haaa .. ...- pelao started the damn episode.
- just let it touch .. ufff .. haaaggg ... no .. Hey no wei ... no po .. weiiii not! - suddenly gets up and gets in 2 seconds (in the darkness) take their panties, bras, pants, shirt, socks, vest and jacket ... if, in that order.
At that time, me, naked and with the trumpet stop and the condom on, looked lost the skill that the fear of being discovered nymph I give to my dressing ... not content with what I said:
- Peel ... hide!
- what? (A "TO" IN THE HORN WITH BALL STOP AND PUT CONDON) -
- hide in the closet PO PELAOOO YAAA! -
- but how? nooo, no-wei and so saying, without even thinking I was with her ass stuck in the closet, as well as the horn stops and the condom. Tire
some jackets for the side and silence all my being, so that fraudulent nymph with guest could eliminate "unwanted." And listen:
- that tay? -
-nothing .. toy taking a little air-SEGUUUROOO! (I thought, my coconuts and the horn stopped with the condom).
-going down-
- PO WEON BUENOOOOO Well! And I got into the DAMN BALL IN CLOSET!
said before leaving the room with no name "I go in 5 minutes" and disappeared with all his smell ...
The thing is, not whether it was the fever I had at that time or being a pretty weon! CREI WEON LE!, So I came out with the horn stops and the condom ... and wait ...
Gradually the horn stops and the condom were sinking into a deep sadness that I end up sexual depressive symptoms, similar to that experienced by the elderly.
I stayed there, alone, ball and with the condom, which at that point, and did not know that I served ...
- PO WEON Chucho! AS SHIT LET ME STRIP IN PART IN BALL AND PUT A CONDOM! - I vehemently hissed. I went to
bathroom, wet my face and looking down, I extend my deepest condolences to that condoms could not consummate the glorious act as God intended ... and tableware ...
All I remember of that night, is that after showing my anger at this nymph, took my hand (then of course, half an hour later) and took me back to that piece ... but the condom was not the same ... nor the time.
Although I must admit that sexual goddess attacked with all weapons known sex until that minute, so achieving some degree offset the incident ... and achievement in addition to never forget.
greetings.
well that was not what we held in that moment, or who was held, or who were all invited, even if it really did not know had been invited. The thing is that she was. One of the women who will remember for the rest of my days, for that DAMN detail today, set this chronic.
The eyes began since I opened the door. To see that woman had to concentrate hard so as not to look at her boobs, they were from another world, idyllic, wonderful, perfectly molded for me (ie "yatusaes)
His eyes always remember, because the focus in them, could easily forget everything else. Her eyes were deep and laughing that anyone falling. At night
typical events occurred a gathering full of alcohol, alcohol, cigars, pipes and alcohol, that is, there were many hugs, kisses, questions, answers, and such. But not for a moment stop watching it, desiring to be with her on the second floor rub to warm even more than they were a few months ago.
To summarize a little story, like lice cure me! and the usual warmth of my body, began to be unsustainable. My gonads began to say "YAPO WEON! RUSH LA WEA! NO SEAY AWEONAO! We want action!" (MY SON ASI DE COCOS FLAiTE)
started dancing and whenever she could, grabbed her ass and touched my mouth with his, showing a very subtle way not my desires.
- going up? - Ask no one more than his ear and my mouth they found out that hatched.
- y. .. is not peeling ... is that they are my friends ... Y your son-sabi like gave his apologies that nymph scented lust.
- upload your first ... I climb in 3 minutes. Is the door is to the left of the stairs to enter, there is not some other dark place, at this stage of the night, might have raised other abhorrent acts in the eyes of God and the very rum! !
The thing is, granted my horny and almost desperate (so hot) request and suddenly, without asking anyone, and watching nothing but the beginning of the step up. Walking
contemplates that "Ass" in the previous dance inviting me to discover it completely and openly.
- CULIAO YA! Take the crest, make a mint, make him a sign to your friend pa-thinking people to climb my coconuts and I conveyed to the conscious-unconscious of my presence of alcohol.
ascend, I go ... and without even looking at sex goddess that I close the door latch to stop anyone that act stark between the nymph and I (who at that point I thought RAMBO CONAN or not, but weon REEEEcabron)
She knew what was coming, because as I was saying - not peel, no wei .. to ... ..- ufff your hands quickly took my pants looking for the button closure, gently touching my sex completely little stiff.
no questions began to kiss her big tits up today I remember them as one of my most precious treasures sex, were twice my hand, her white skin my face lit up times and consumed him as a baby of her nipples fully erect, I want to be with me. I
under pants as only a few women had done before (if weon .. PAIR! I'm not fucking) and begin to recognize as such animals, the lift and put on all fours on that bed, and I began to kiss her as she entered her without any delicacy or decency.
I bet he felt a sexual God behind it, in and out to the rhythm of her moans and mine, was a colt, a Lion, A MACHINE! (Weno, and I felt weon po .. la wea is my story.) At one point, when he could not feel more pleasure, watching me doing the "bicycle" and I said, panting:
- throw me his hair ... TIRAM THE PO PEEEEEELOOOO WEON! TO THAT LEVEL! O SEAAAA! She was wrapped in LLAAAAMAS PO WEON!.
To further describe the ecstasy I felt at that moment of sweaty romance, it's not worth it because every moment like that is clouded by the untimely call from someone who says "friend" or in this case, " friend. "
- ****** (names omitted for obvious reasons) forestay there? .. TOC TOC TOC, PO Oyeee! ANSWER ME-
- my friend pelao. uff .. haaa .. ...- pelao started the damn episode.
- just let it touch .. ufff .. haaaggg ... no .. Hey no wei ... no po .. weiiii not! - suddenly gets up and gets in 2 seconds (in the darkness) take their panties, bras, pants, shirt, socks, vest and jacket ... if, in that order.
At that time, me, naked and with the trumpet stop and the condom on, looked lost the skill that the fear of being discovered nymph I give to my dressing ... not content with what I said:
- Peel ... hide!
- what? (A "TO" IN THE HORN WITH BALL STOP AND PUT CONDON) -
- hide in the closet PO PELAOOO YAAA! -
- but how? nooo, no-wei and so saying, without even thinking I was with her ass stuck in the closet, as well as the horn stops and the condom. Tire
some jackets for the side and silence all my being, so that fraudulent nymph with guest could eliminate "unwanted." And listen:
- that tay? -
-nothing .. toy taking a little air-SEGUUUROOO! (I thought, my coconuts and the horn stopped with the condom).
-going down-
- PO WEON BUENOOOOO Well! And I got into the DAMN BALL IN CLOSET!
said before leaving the room with no name "I go in 5 minutes" and disappeared with all his smell ...
The thing is, not whether it was the fever I had at that time or being a pretty weon! CREI WEON LE!, So I came out with the horn stops and the condom ... and wait ...
Gradually the horn stops and the condom were sinking into a deep sadness that I end up sexual depressive symptoms, similar to that experienced by the elderly.
I stayed there, alone, ball and with the condom, which at that point, and did not know that I served ...
- PO WEON Chucho! AS SHIT LET ME STRIP IN PART IN BALL AND PUT A CONDOM! - I vehemently hissed. I went to
bathroom, wet my face and looking down, I extend my deepest condolences to that condoms could not consummate the glorious act as God intended ... and tableware ...
All I remember of that night, is that after showing my anger at this nymph, took my hand (then of course, half an hour later) and took me back to that piece ... but the condom was not the same ... nor the time.
Although I must admit that sexual goddess attacked with all weapons known sex until that minute, so achieving some degree offset the incident ... and achievement in addition to never forget.
greetings.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
What Color Rug For Orange Bathroom
"Imagination Imagine Imagine" chronic
Walking down Grand Avenue, I begin to remember my time Lyceum. Always walk. Not to spend money not just for the simple act of walking and feel the leaves move when childishly making the shit kicked the daily hits to the "bare" of the Air Force.
Passing through the supermarket, I spend a lot of people with different faces, which leads me to imagine they are thinking ... can be a problem in the sticks, some with the face of "chicha" thinking about the next Friday to enter the usual "hole" ... to someone thinking of an attack (such as was Cuatic wea ... had the face of terrorist moron)
The thing is fast changing thoughts, that passage of a new pair of shoes to imagine that the planes are stationed at the air force and some even work I might go to war and kill a Peruvian. (I have nothing against the Peruvians, but I came immediately to mind XD)
At some point, a neglected child cross the street without the permission of the breast (not the story of the 3 Little Pigs .. . and just step wea jajajaja) and began the machinations of not more than 1 minute, which detonated an amazing fantasy.
In a second, a car speeds across with yellow light and suddenly, I can envision that child falling into the bumper of the car, leaving him almost dead on impact. then without notice of my sanity, I run as fast as I can (which in my imagination was in slow motion, of course, but everything else was even slower) and took the child in such a way as once a chicken from the cold clothes to their chicks (WEA has sounded pretty? jajajaj)
the thing is that, thanks to my prowess of "Hero Spartan" the two we shot in front of the car and as we flew, I could see the look of terror that motorist accelerated, which even I could see sticking out a tear of guilt and fear.
I fell on my back, my arm was gone the other way, my leg had a fracture, where blood flowed needed to reach a hospital ... if I had the chance. The child that only received a "bald" on his forehead, because they do not act quickly enough, but still ... never let go, so save your life.
people crowded around me with expressions of fate to see my future corpse "heroic" shot at the Grand Avenue whereabouts ... 31, that child cry for me to see how life was taken away after a good deed ... that child was losing faith in God.
The mother of that small volumes of my hand and her eyes lost in snot and tears he said: "KNOW WHERE IS THE OBSERVATORY STREET?"
And so, without anesthesia, and suddenly, I find myself facing the Air Force facing inward, trapped in my imagination.
- is a few blocks later, "I said to that inconsiderate woman who led me to this imaginative soliloquy.
- thanks, walked away, along with my fantasy.
good thing is I had a nice ass, so mind set to achieve another story that is not suitable for their minds jajajajajajaja
Greetings!
Walking down Grand Avenue, I begin to remember my time Lyceum. Always walk. Not to spend money not just for the simple act of walking and feel the leaves move when childishly making the shit kicked the daily hits to the "bare" of the Air Force.
Passing through the supermarket, I spend a lot of people with different faces, which leads me to imagine they are thinking ... can be a problem in the sticks, some with the face of "chicha" thinking about the next Friday to enter the usual "hole" ... to someone thinking of an attack (such as was Cuatic wea ... had the face of terrorist moron)
The thing is fast changing thoughts, that passage of a new pair of shoes to imagine that the planes are stationed at the air force and some even work I might go to war and kill a Peruvian. (I have nothing against the Peruvians, but I came immediately to mind XD)
At some point, a neglected child cross the street without the permission of the breast (not the story of the 3 Little Pigs .. . and just step wea jajajaja) and began the machinations of not more than 1 minute, which detonated an amazing fantasy.
In a second, a car speeds across with yellow light and suddenly, I can envision that child falling into the bumper of the car, leaving him almost dead on impact. then without notice of my sanity, I run as fast as I can (which in my imagination was in slow motion, of course, but everything else was even slower) and took the child in such a way as once a chicken from the cold clothes to their chicks (WEA has sounded pretty? jajajaj)
the thing is that, thanks to my prowess of "Hero Spartan" the two we shot in front of the car and as we flew, I could see the look of terror that motorist accelerated, which even I could see sticking out a tear of guilt and fear.
I fell on my back, my arm was gone the other way, my leg had a fracture, where blood flowed needed to reach a hospital ... if I had the chance. The child that only received a "bald" on his forehead, because they do not act quickly enough, but still ... never let go, so save your life.
people crowded around me with expressions of fate to see my future corpse "heroic" shot at the Grand Avenue whereabouts ... 31, that child cry for me to see how life was taken away after a good deed ... that child was losing faith in God.
The mother of that small volumes of my hand and her eyes lost in snot and tears he said: "KNOW WHERE IS THE OBSERVATORY STREET?"
And so, without anesthesia, and suddenly, I find myself facing the Air Force facing inward, trapped in my imagination.
- is a few blocks later, "I said to that inconsiderate woman who led me to this imaginative soliloquy.
- thanks, walked away, along with my fantasy.
good thing is I had a nice ass, so mind set to achieve another story that is not suitable for their minds jajajajajajaja
Greetings!
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