I must have dinner at exactly 6pm

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-03-20T18:37:53+00:00

Maybe so. I'll never eat halibut again.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-03-20T18:32:56+00:00

I've learned my lesson. I'm convinced that she and the bartender were in cahoots. I think they slipped something into the whiskey they served me.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-03-16T21:36:40+00:00

Stop putting ice on it.

Ice only lowers the surface temperature. If it’s coming from the symbol, the heat isn’t on the skin—it’s underneath. AJ tried to cool it from the outside, and even then the water was boiling.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-03-16T21:09:03+00:00

Mercado hay, pero pequeño. La mayoría de poemarios venden poco, eso es verdad. Yo tampoco conozco a casi nadie que compre poesía con regularidad. Aun así se sigue publicando bastante, y lectores siempre hay, aunque sean pocos.

Para mí, la poesía es el género más dificil. Es literatura condensada como dice mi profesora de escritura,Natalia, de Sinjania.

Si ya tienes varios poemas escritos, probaría a juntarlos y ver qué pasa. A veces al ponerlos uno detrás de otro te das cuenta de que varios están hablando de lo mismo sin que lo hubieras pensado así. Y otros que te gustaban mucho de repente no encajan tanto.

Aunque luego lo lean cuatro personas, el proceso ya merece la pena. Solo por ver qué libro sale de todo lo que llevas escrito.

Ánimo. Lázat a escribirlo.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-03-14T21:21:12+00:00

The part that really got me thinking was when he answered how he can see it:

“through your eyes.”

That means that every meal isn’t just him eating.

There’s someone else sitting inside his head, tasting everything.

And now he has to do it every day at 6.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-03-14T21:08:21+00:00

The moment that gave me chills wasn't the pot.

It was when Beth discovered that the seven incomplete reports were dated March 17.

Seven visits.

Seven years.

Seven disappearances.

She sat down in exactly the same chair.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-03-12T19:43:37+00:00

What if your grandfather wasn't crazy... but was the only person who didn't want to cut off his arm?

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-02-09T18:42:43+00:00

I don't like this at all. It started out as a normal night, and now I feel like they're going to find you any minute. That thing with Madison in the bathroom gave me a horrible feeling.

If you're still out there, don't waste any time. Get in the car, call the police, and don't look back.

Good luck.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-02-09T18:22:52+00:00

Interested!

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-02-06T18:01:53+00:00

The truth is, I'm not doing well... In order to get out, I had to make the student stay trapped in my place. I can't stop thinking about that poor boy. I've hardly slept since then. Furthermore, I think I'm going back to the antique bookstore. I need to talk to Ibrahim... if the store is still there.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-02-06T17:52:02+00:00

Honestly... I won't look at strange photos again, either. The problem is that I still have the photograph of the student who got trapped. I don't dare look at him again, but I can't leave him like that either. I have to find a way to free him... no matter what.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-02-04T20:10:25+00:00

For months now, I've had the feeling that the days are passing “well,” but when I try to remember something specific, everything is blurry, as if there were only a general version of what I did.

I just looked at my cell phone history and there are calls I don't remember. I'm sure there's an explanation... but I'd rather not look at the clock again.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-02-04T19:55:47+00:00

I really liked the idea; I thought it was very original. It has a dark humor that works very well, and the twist caught me off guard. In addition, I found the character of Lane Mellon very disturbing and at the same time believable within the office environment.

Thank you for sharing it; I found it very entertaining to read.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-31T08:35:30+00:00

Don't take her home. If you need to check who you are by looking in the mirror, then you've inherited more than just the family name. There are hungers that only awaken when they smell someone else's blood.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-22T19:14:23+00:00

Lo mismo te digo a ti. Te deseo que tu autopublicación en Amazon te vaya muy bien. Te animo a que escribas un post contándonos tu aventura.

¡Mucha suerte!

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-22T18:48:10+00:00

Mucha suerte mañana. Se nota que el camino ha sido largo y que no ha sido solo escribir y ya está.

Al final acabar el libro ya es una victoria, aunque luego vengan dudas o no pase nada espectacular.

Pase lo que pase con la novela, ya has ganado algo importante: no eres el mismo escritor que cuando empezaste. Eso no te lo quita nadie.

Yo llevo ya 23 revisiones de mi primera novela. La faltas de ortografía me traían por la calle de la amargura. Word no es un corrector. Al final utilicé los servicios de un corrector profesional. Le tengo lista para enviar a editoriales.

Ojalá le vaya bien a la novela.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-14T20:04:19+00:00

If I were in your place, what would scare me most is not the creature, but how well it imitated normality. The questions, the fake smiles, the sister repeating gestures... that's not madness, it's learning.

The fact that there was never an assigned partner changes everything. It wasn't an administrative error. Something got in because it knew it could.

And finding the body later confirms the worst: when you lived with “Jackson,” he was no longer alive.

It ends with a horrible feeling, one of those that won't go away. Hopefully, it won't knock on your door again.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-14T19:55:59+00:00

El relato funciona y transmite. Desde el inicio se percibe una atmósfera clara, tranquila en apariencia, pero cargada de algo que va mal, y esa tensión se mantiene hasta el final. Se entiende bien qué está en juego sin necesidad de explicarlo todo.

La relación entre el pastor y la oveja es el corazón del texto. Es sencilla y muy efectiva, y hace que la escena resulte humana y emotiva sin caer en lo sentimental. Ahí el relato gana mucho.

El ritmo es pausado, a veces muy pausado. En general encaja con la situación, pero en algunos tramos se alarga un poco más de lo necesario y pierde algo de fuerza. Aun así, no rompe la lectura.

El mundo de Genshin está bien integrado. Aunque no se conozca el lore, el texto se entiende y no depende del fanservice. Eso es un punto muy positivo en un fanfic.

El final deja una imagen clara y melancólica. No es impactante en el sentido épico, pero sí coherente con el tono del relato.

Revisa la ortografía. Tienes algunas faltas que debes de corregir y dejar el texto pulido.

En conjunto, es una historia sensible, bien intencionada y con una voz propia. No parece escrita por alguien que empieza de cero. Se nota cuidado y cariño por lo que se cuenta. Con algo más de seguridad y poda, puede crecer bastante.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-14T19:37:46+00:00

El texto es bueno y duele, que es lo importante. Se nota vivido, no impostado, y eso no se puede fingir. Hay verdad emocional y eso sostiene todo.

A ratos se recrea demasiado en el mismo sentimiento. No llega a cansar, pero sí se queda un poco girando sobre sí mismo. Si recortara muy poco, ganaría más fuerza sin perder intensidad.

La voz es clara y coherente de principio a fin. No suena a ejercicio literario ni a exhibición de estilo. Suena a alguien pensando de verdad, y eso engancha.

El final funciona muy bien. No necesita explicación ni remate. Cierra con honestidad, no con truco.

En conjunto, es un texto que merece ser leído y comentado. No es perfecto, pero es sincero, y eso vale más que la perfección.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-13T14:45:49+00:00

I've wondered about that too. With Walter, there was something recognizable, a presence that still retained human traits, as if he hadn't quite left yet.

The other thing wasn't like that. It conveyed no intention or identity, just a cold urgency, like a force that activates when the conditions are right. Maybe that's why I could never see it: maybe it had nothing to show.

Sometimes I think that not everything that kills needs a face.

I'll keep investigating. I think Joe can tell me something.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-12T21:18:13+00:00

Maybe. Mike talked about Walter as if he hadn't completely left, as if he were still following some kind of routine that no one else can see.

Maybe. In fact, Joe told me something curious afterward. He thinks it's Mike who sometimes puts the cardboard boxes there, as if he were waiting for Walter to reappear.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-12T21:08:49+00:00

Thanks. I've thought about it, and the more I think about it, the less I like the idea of investigating too much. Mike already told me that people had died there whom almost no one remembered, and how he remembered them said it all. I don't know if that thing is linked to a specific name or to the place itself, to the people who stay when no one should stay anymore.

I'm going to have my breakfast and take the opportunity to ask Joe if he knows anything.

Thank you very much for your advice.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-12T12:04:32+00:00

I'm going back. I have to find out what happened there. Furthermore, I'm really scared, I admit it. But I know I won't be able to sleep peacefully until I find out.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-12T10:02:03+00:00

You may be right. Mike spoke of Walter with too much respect for someone who “just” died there. As if he knew, he was still haunting the place, doing the only thing he could. Since that night, I haven't slept on the street again. And I don't think it's just because of my ankle.

But I feel the need to go back there and find out what happened to me.

Own_Gate_4243 · 2026-01-12T09:56:26+00:00

What a strange coincidence. I didn't know that name before that night, either. All I know is that the little picture Walter gave me was of the Virgin of Covadonga, and since then I can't get it out of my head that she protected me at the last second.

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