Patricia Pixie
Bio
A girl form mexico city who loves writing, all forms of art and the mysteries of the human mind
Stories (14/0)
Not Enough
Here are no more hours to live in company of your broken soul. It all comes down to a delicate sensation that almost ends up blurring itself. What's the point right now of tearing your throat from something that's already over? What is the use of crying for what has already been lost? In front of you lies a forest full of life, waiting for you to approach it. No longer waste time crying bitterly. Life calls you. Are you going to make it wait even more? Jump at once and don't you dare look back. Fear only makes you stagnate where you are today. The wind gently calls you. It's time for you to break your chains once and for all.
By Patricia Pixie4 years ago in Poets
Nobody cares
I'm not exactly a Hollywood Star, and it was never my aspiration to become one. I don't live for the dazzling tinsel that blinds many young women. They taught me from the earliest childhood to have my feet on the ground. Personally, I think that one of the feelings that has most damaged humanity is the abject selfishness for which many live. That won me from my earliest childhood, several suspicious looks on me.
By Patricia Pixie4 years ago in Poets
Perfectly Designed
The most beautiful body unfolds itself, becoming one with the purest air that floods the closest place to a hug that comes from the heart. There is no dark nine that is capable of thwarting what was built by the purest love. It's a small thing, can't you see?
By Patricia Pixie4 years ago in Poets
True Light
Don't try to run away from the beautiful light that emanates from the most beautiful corner of your heart. You were born to live between lights. Painful shadows will never completely steal your light. You are a beautiful being, born to heal the wounds that rancor has left them. Fly with your beautiful wings. There is no darkness that is able to stop the light that comes from you. Take your time and disconnect for a while from all the noise around you. You deserve to be at peace with yourself, beautiful child of the sunlight. Do you really know it?
By Patricia Pixie4 years ago in Motivation
True Greatness
You don't need a revolution to feel your body come to life suddenly. You don't need to own a huge mansion to feel the brightest light from heaven shine on you. You just need to be in communion with yourself. The peace with which you dream so much comes from the purest part of your heart. You don't need a revolution to find the magic of the universe that is contained in something as simple as a drop of water. The universe is something so simple and at the same time so complex that it allows you to enjoy its greatness in all the little things that surround you.
By Patricia Pixie4 years ago in Motivation
Mushroom Frittata
Many Ways to Have Breakfast There are various dishes that are used as breakfast around the world. Some of them are sweet, while others are savory. There is something for everyone and for all budgets. Some breakfasts that are common in your country, could be quite exotic to a foreigner, and that's a great thing, since the diversity of flavors is what gives life to the culinary world.
By Patricia Pixie4 years ago in Feast
Red-Blooded Performer
"Come here, darling and tell me how your day was" smiled the redhead with the same mischief of a teenager. Despite having several years already in the business, she did not stop liking that sweet opportunity to be dominant, and at the same time so vulnerable in front of her companions on occasion. Most of them, it is true, did not care much about knowing her deeply, much less wanted to open their hearts with a girl with raucous makeup. They only sought her out from time to time so they could vent their darkest desires almost anonymously. Others, however, were looking deep inside for an open heart to listen to them for a few minutes. The burning encounter was in a second place. It is the incredible paradox of living in an age where sex is offered to you on every corner, but an understanding spirit is rarer than a unicorn.
By Patricia Pixie4 years ago in Filthy
The Hum
It was getting dark in the small town located in the southern part of the mountain. Not a soul appeared in the few paved streets. It was time to rest and prepare for the next day. Slowly, the sky began to light up with the millions of stars, which together with the moon, covered everything in a beautiful pleated tone.
By Patricia Pixie4 years ago in Horror