Children teaching usIt’s funny what we can learn from kids.Children teaching us2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are secluded and don’t know the world.
Yet they continue to surprise us by their knowledge.
They are able to find a way to make everything better.
To remain happy when they should not.
To laugh when they cry.
They know sadness,
They are able to feel it,
But they still move on.
Each day is a new day for them.
They may remember the past,
But they don’t dwell on it.
We have a lot to learn from children.
They show us how to live.
Do not focus on the bad,
And laugh all the way.
The First Day - Chapter 4 - Losing My MindThe First Day - Chapter 4 - Losing My Mind21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4 - Losing My Mind
It was my plan to be someone, to be loved. I was never accepted, the tears of blood that fill my body. Why it was life that never gave me a chance for redemption? I never believed in god and I never did believe that such a being ever was able to exist. How can it be that every time I am in the pitch black I picture god the way everyone portrays him. The holy vibes and creepy clothes that is a little bit too suspicious.
The world above was as array of colours, terrific colours that are perfect, beautiful. Given a chance I would right all the wrongs I have ever sinned. The life that I once knew was never a bucket full of sunshine, as you can see.
I was laughing in a memory that swirled into my mind, the chuckle of endearment; of me actually loving my life. I was seven and playing soccer, all the children were playing with me and giving me
WSP Round 1 - Introducing Sailor Munroe...w/ RantsEfigênia's ConfrontationWSP Round 1 - Introducing Sailor Munroe...w/ Rants12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What, exactly, do you think I am, profesor? Am I just some half-wit idiota to you, hm?”
Efigênia knew that practically yelling at her professor was not likely to produce a good response, let alone acting in such an accusatory manner. Her goal in this heated exchange with her composition teacher, however, was to make sure that someone, anyone, heard what she thought about everything that was going on. This was why she raised her voice, and why she left the door slightly ajar as she walked into Professor Svensson’s office.
She scanned the room, frowning at how sterile it looked. The walls were lined with gray file cabinets, and the desks and tables were all bare of the personal trinkets that her teachers back home in Boston had kept in their offices. Svensson motioned to an empty chair, but Efigênia shook her head and remained standing. She tightly gripped her violinist’s bow – she hadn’t
The First Day - Chapter 3 - Grade EightThe First Day - Chapter 3 - Grade Eight3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3 - Grade Eight
After I got back from the hospital my mom kept me on close watch, she even took the lock off of my door and made my brother take me everywhere. She was overprotective and never let me refuse to eat. She no longer trusted me, and I was forced to attend a group for those who commit suicide. I hated going there. Even among them I felt like I didn’t fit in and had nothing to live for.
Yet, I did have something to live for.
My family needed me. I had to live for them, I had to try to fit in and be the child they always wanted me to be. I wanted to be like my mom. I wanted to be skinny, I wanted the perfect features, and the perfect face. I wanted everything everyone else had, but I couldn’t have it. I didn’t deserve it. I know I didn’t.
So, for the rest of the year I wanted to prove that I could have friends aga
[WSP Round 1] Introducing Madeline Clarke"What do you mean no?!" Madeline Clarke almost screeched in righteous anger.[WSP Round 1] Introducing Madeline Clarke2 days ago in Profiles More Like This
"I mean that you are not going to get your father to buy me into passing you for my English class." Professor Taylor, her teacher for her last semester at Lehman College, bluntly stated with an intense stare. "If you had actually done any work and come into class, I could negotiate with you so that you could pass without too much to do... just not with money."
The young woman tossed her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder with a practiced huff, hiding the tremor working its way through her as well as the worry burning in her mind. This was a pretty bad situation right now, especially after just convincing her dad to let her have an after-party on the night of graduation. She just knew he would complain about the money she wasted and the valuable time thrown out the window, which would just mortify her even more than this talk.
That was why she hated to talk to the middle class.
"So what can I
WSP One: IntroductionEllie Williams bent downward and extended her arms. She quickly shifted all of her weight onto her hands as she kicked her legs up. Her body wobbled a little as she balanced her weight on her hands in a handstand. Taking a few deep breaths, Ellie forced herself to remain relaxed as she felt the blood rush to her head.WSP One: Introduction10 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once she adjusted, Ellie bent her arms at the elbows, lowering her body closer to the floor before straightening her elbows. Ellie didn't remember the name of this style of pushup, but it helped strengthen the muscles in her arms.
She did a few more pushups before she kicked herself back onto her feet. Stretching, Ellie felt her back and shoulders pop.
Ellie glanced around the room, ignore the three walls of mirrors and the numerous ballet bars. Ballet wasn't Ellie's dance. She could dance ballet, along with other styles, like hip hop and jazz. She preferred ballroom dancing, like tango, waltz, and foxtrot.
She avoided looking at herself in the mirror as she bent over to