Dear Past me...Dear 5 year old me.Dear Past me...10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Those books are important one day, keep hold of them. Love the fact you’re learning to read and enjoying it. It’s a love you’ll be glad you have. Care for your toys, just as mum says maybe one day Aunty and Uncle will have a kid of their own and you’ll have to share your things with them. You’ll be waiting a while, but that day comes.
Dear 6 year old me.
It’s okay to wear a summer dress in winter. You don’t feel the cold like the others and honestly nothing has ever suited that atrocious bob cut better. Not to mention, you’ll stand out in that year two school photo so no one will forget you were there.
Dear 7 year old me.
Look after your little bro. He’s the only one you got and just because he can be a little irritating doesn’t mean you can’t love him with all your heart. There are going to be people in this world who won’t see him like you do, who won’t understand
Good Morning - Mikaela Hyakuya x ReaderGood Morning - Mikaela Hyakuya x Reader8 hours ago in Short Stories
When morning rolled on around blue eyes slowly opened, yawning awake the blonde smiled when he saw his girl sleeping beside him, her (H/C) was a bit messy from her slumber and her (E/C) eyes were closed as she was in deep sleep.
As he propped himself on his elbow and smiled down at the girl, his fingers ran through her long hair and also moved some of it away from her face, he liked waking up in the morning just to see her at his side. Chuckling he knew that she'd have to wake up soon at some point.
So with the usual way he always had done he leaned down towards her and kissed her face with light pecks, on her cheek, nose, forehead, chin, eye lids and then finally her lips.
"Time to wake up (Y/N) dear." He whispered in her ear.
Pulling away he noticed her shift slightly as her eyes slowly open, smiling at him she slowly reached out cupping his cheek in her hand.
"Good morning Mika." She whispered still a bit tired.
"Good morning love." He replied.
Everyday that was how Mika woke you up
7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator10 hours ago in Reviews & Guides
7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator
Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0
Chapter 5 “Characters” – Section 5 “Narrators”
“Now if there's one thing you can be sure of, it's that nothing is more powerful than a young boy's wish. Except an Apache helicopter. An Apache helicopter has machine guns AND missiles. It is an unbelievably impressive complement of weaponry, an absolute death machine.”
-The Narrator of the 2012 film, “Ted”
When writing a novel, a short story, or even a poem, readers
II The Spirit World Dreamscape is the dimension where dreamers travel to when they sleep. The spiritual world is the home various spiritual beings; ghosts, angels, nature spirits and demons. Despite the difference between the two dimensions, Dreamscape can be affected by those of the spirit world. Both worlds are, in essence, connected. there are times when dreamers link with those of the spirit world; from receiving a visit by a loved one or an adventure with a wood nymph. Either way, only spirited dreamers can properly connect with the spirit world on their own.II The Spirit World3 hours ago in Philosophical
When linking with spiritual beings, it is important for dreamers to know what type of being they are connecting with. There can be a lower cause of alarm when dreamers connect with the dead. Usually, the deceased can visit their loved ones through dreams. A dreamer mourning for their grandfather's death may see him in a dream. As deceased spirits travel through dreams, they are showing their concern for the living. Som
Pinkie Pie and CFO - Giggle At The GhostieHere is a link to the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-hbbekJBG8&feature=youtu.bePinkie Pie and CFO - Giggle At The Ghostie19 hours ago in Reviews & Guides
My Lady, New OrleansI went home to New Orleans today for a short break from school.My Lady, New Orleans17 hours ago in Emotional
I stared out the driver’s side window as I drove across the bridge over Lake Pontchartrain, out at the skyline I’ve come to know so well. The Superdome squatted like some gigantic mushroom between high-rise office buildings and glinting towers of glass and steel, and if I looked to my left, the cypress groves of the swamp stretched out beyond the horizon, eerie and graceful as their moss-laden branches swayed in the evening wind. Even from that distance, I could see the lights of the city center dancing over the dark water, and in my mind I could hear her music. The air sings with screams and laughter, with sirens, with angry sounds, with gunshots and glass breaking and every type of music. It is an impossible city at war with itself, every horrible and wonderful thing blended together to create something terrifying and lovely and utterly unique.
New Orleans. It’s insane and violent and corrupt and vital
Smile - Kasamatsu Yukio x ReaderYou sat there, watching Kasamatsu study for an upcoming test. He thought the library was a good place, filled with people but not too loud either. It was a change of pace from the classroom, where students constantly got sidetracked, or your place , where you were constantly watched by your overprotective father who accused Kasamatsu of being a distraction.Smile - Kasamatsu Yukio x Reader21 hours ago in Short Stories
If anything, you were the distraction.
When it comes to studying, you were the one getting bored with it, choosing to play with your hair or the collar of your shirt. They were little things Kasamatsu took notice and ended up cursing himself for because he couldn’t concentrate after that .
But you couldn’t help it. You just loved watching him.
The third year looked up, feeling chills down his spine, to see your eyes staring at him. There wasn’t a look of annoyance or anger at being ignored. Rather, it seemed you were assessing his actions.
Kasamatsu was never used to being stared at. Sure, he w
300 film review, by LordPendragonOfCaria300 film review, by LordPendragonOfCaria1 hour ago in Reviews & Guides
In 2007, Zach Snyder and Frank Miller released 300, an epic, stylized take on the Battle of Thermopylae, based off Miller’s graphic novel of the same name. I re-watched this film last night, and I am now here to offer my personal review of it.
All of Greece is under threat, as the massive Persian Empire, led by Xerxes the God-King approaches with intent to conquer it. However, within Greece lies the city of Sparta, whose men are renowned as the greatest fighters the world has ever known. The king of Sparta, Leonidas, refuses to submit to the invading Persian forces and instead desires to confront them in battle. In hopes of stopping the Persian invaders, King Leonidas plans to face them at a narrow mountain pass called the Hot Gates (Thermopylae), where the seemingly endless numbers of Persian forces will amount to nothing in such a narrow space. However, old religious traditions and political corruption prevent Leonidas from taking the entire Spartan army.
Sensory Overload Meltdown in Lesson ZeroTwilight Sparkle suffering from Asperger's Meltdown, Sensory Overload Meltdown in the episode. The Fandom found Twilight suffering from two Meltdowns enjoyable, funny, hilarious.Sensory Overload Meltdown in Lesson Zero20 hours ago in Reviews & Guides
Creepypasta: Red ChildCreepypasta: Red Child9 hours ago in Short Stories
Mom...I can't understand why you kept me hidden from everyone, even from daddy. I've just wanted to get out and play with other kids and when I asked you why, you watched me with surprise and you made up every lie not to let me out.
Why did you do this?
Why every time that someone came to our home, you made me hide in the basement and you told me to keep silence until your return? Every time that someone knocked the door you were afraid and you told "Oh no! Everybody knows about you!"
When I was in the basement I climbed upstairs and tried to listen to what you were talking about with the stranger.
"It was born another child with red eyes, another Satan's beast!" He told you this.
My eyes are red...Am I a Satan's beast? Is that the reason that I've never left our home?
Now I've got another question: Is it because of my eyes if daddy, once discovered, started to scream? Is this the reason that as soon as all people in the city come to know bout it, you locked me back i
Fall of the Roman Empire and Han DynastyPre A.P. World HistoryFall of the Roman Empire and Han Dynasty4 hours ago in Academic Essays
Compare and Contrast Essay on the Fall of the (Western) Roman Empire and the Han Dynasty
The fall of the Roman empire and the Han dynasty had more similarities than differences.
The fall of Rome and Han China were alike because both of their governments had become corrupted.
● Han bureaucracy officials had become very self-indulgent.
● In Han, assassinations to obtain higher ranking positions obscured within the government.
● Rome's upper-class officials sought pleasure and ignored their duties as a leader.
The fall of the Roman empire and the Han dynasty were similar because both experienced social unrest during their collapse.
● The corruption of government officials caused Roman citizens to become angry and riot.
● The result for bad government officials in Han
The Insanity of the TPPCongress recently grilled big pharmaceutical company execs yet went ahead and snuck the TPP through that will give big pharma even more of a strangle hold on prescription drugs prices. The guy they vilified, who jacked up the cost of a drug, tweeted how members of Congress are imbeciles and at this point I am starting to agree with him.The Insanity of the TPP9 hours ago in Articles & Interviews
It is fascinating how there has been no media coverage about the TPP almost from day one other than when Hillary Clinton said she did not support it.
The TPP is mired in secret negotiations involving big corporations leaving out a voice for consumers and small businesses. Even worse is how there have been reports of
Fortean Gem #10Mysteries of the UnexplainedFortean Gem #105 hours ago in Articles & Interviews
page 55, “Radiohalos: The Glow of Youth?”
The oddities assembled in this chapter are so regarded because they bring one scientific method of dating into conflict with another. And not just methods of dating; each method carries an enormous baggage of dependent ideas and descriptions, which are sometimes rather roughly jostled and shoved together but which constitute, for better or worse, a generally accepted picture of how things have come to be as they are.
For example, the science of geology has established a more or less comprehensive account of the earth’s evolution, distinguishing kinds of periods of rock formation and the time scales appropriate to them. Industrial and technological archeology has performed a similar service for the history of man’s technical ingenuity, and paleontology and zoology have done the same thing for classes of animals. All these systems work reasonably well and, in fact, some
How To Get Away With MurderWelcome to this work of literature. Clearly you are in need of assistance in order to successfully kill someone and not deal with the consequences. Well, you're in luck.How To Get Away With Murder5 hours ago in Reviews & Guides
First, you need to make it clear who you want to kill. Try writing down all the information you know about said person and memorize their address as well as daily schedule. A person with many priorities may be hard to execute, so it's always a good idea to keep track of everything going on in their life.
Then stalk them. Stalk them through weeks on end. This will be a tactic for collecting more data, and it's a sure thing that you'll learn about their allergies, discover who their loved ones are, and find out what they fear most. This data will come in handy with the perfect murder.
Now, it's absolutely important that this person does NOT KNOW you! If they see suspicious behavior from a friend, they'll assume the worst. If said person knows you, cut off all connections with them, or, fake your death and go undercover.
Escapes That I Cannot EscapeI'm doing it again. I'm escaping into a daydream. I'm re-shaping my life, but not for real; and that is why I...Escapes That I Cannot Escape4 hours ago in Philosophical
The day I learned I was a maladaptive daydreamer, I imagined telling other people over a dozen times-- telling them, their reactions, the ensuing conversation that in real life would have lasted for at least fifteen minutes. Time doesn't exist in the margins of my escapes--
there are three worlds I live in. The real world, my daydreams, and the daydream margins: real life's components applied to the daydreams that are the only things that, for my real self, are the only things that define them.
After I 'woke up' from daydreaming about telling people--
and I'm daydreaming, in the back of my mind, about showing people this writing, even now--
After I 'woke up' from daydreaming about telling people, I slumped my shoulders and berated myself, into the blue hole with the walls rising up around me-- and then I imagined laughing sadly with the people I imagined I would tell about h
El Libro de la VidaReseñas completas de historias en WattpadEl Libro de la Vida20 hours ago in Articles & Interviews
Profile in Change - Kiara TanakaProfile in Change - Kiara Tanaka 5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Kiara had a voice in her head that wanted her to destroy everything. Or at the very least cause some serious pandemonium with substantial amount of property damage. Some people getting hurt from all that was only to be expected.
That voice was just terrible really.
But Kiara had to deal with it. And sadly enough of some times she found herself listening to the voice too. Not always giving in to temptation, but even listening was a pretty dangerous thing too since it was really good at coaxing her.
This was because the voice was an echo of a demon lord, Black Fox.
DL: Wilted Flowers [Chapter 21]DL: Wilted Flowers [Chapter 21]DL: Wilted Flowers [Chapter 21]1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters
Breeze had said his goodbyes to Tom's family and he admitted to himself that he would miss them a lot, not even sure if he'd ever get to see them again. He knew the town well, despite only being there for a couple of months, but it didn't take long to learn of the place. All the twists and turns, what to avoid and where it was safe to go.
In a way, it was almost like the forest. There were things to avoid and things that you could go too. Though, unlike the forest, it wasn't very colourful and was a lot more nosier. But he didn't mind and he knew that the town cats didn't either. It was their home after all.
But now, Breeze was racing out of the town, getting to the woods as fast as he could. He had reached the edge of the town, avoiding some cats that had growled at him and some vehicles that had nearly hit the small runt, but he dodged them easily using his size to his advantage.
I drew Mixels back at my schoolGuys, i have to tell you one thing that i do draw at school: Mixels.I drew Mixels back at my school13 hours ago in Editorial
So back at Tuesday this week, i was using a small whiteboard at math class and then i drew Flain and after that, i drew Fawg and those are also the first time i drew an Infernite and Fang Gang mixel.
So several weeks ago, i drew Rocknaldo (who is MIXJ3STIC's Mixel OC) at careers class and then later, i drew one of my own Mixel OCs the Eggz back at science class.
A GoodbyeI wanted to thank you for presenting me with the last straw. I know my worth, and I certainly deserve better. I'm letting go of you and everything I have ever felt for you. You didn't deserve for me to share my feelings with you, and you didn't deserve for me to share my body with you. Nor did you deserve my forgiveness... no. Saying "happy new year" and "I'm sorry" and "I missed you a lot" after you dropped off the radar for three months should not have been enough for me to forgive you and welcome you back into my life.A Goodbye7 hours ago in Letters
I gave you my forgiveness and a second chance because I chose to have faith in you. I chose to see the good in you, and be understanding of the fact that you were grieving the loss of your chance with someone you loved. But we were friends. I loved you and I wanted to be there for you, to support you and help you through it, but I also fooled myself into becoming vulnerable without you, lying to myself until I thought I needed you. I thought that if I needed you, you
Where The Heart Is - Part OnePaper heart garlands were taped across the walls. Big heart-shaped balloons were on every desk. Pink confetti littered the floors. Red roses were everywhere.Where The Heart Is - Part One5 hours ago in Short Stories
“I’m out.” Perry turned to leave.
Pinky the Chihuahua forced him back around. “Come on, Perry.”
“Why is all this stuff up? It only just became February eight hours ago. Do we really have to celebrate Single Person Awareness Day all month long?” Perry said.
“Why should that bug you? You’re not single anymore.” Pinky said.
“Just because I have someone doesn’t mean it’s not still Single Person Awareness Day.” Perry said. “Or are you implying I’m the last person on the planet to find their other half? Rude.”
“I don’t get your humor.” Pinky said.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” A little white monkey with bright pink cheeks skipped over to them, holding out a tray of red velvet cupcakes. “Won
skylanders giantessyou were playing skylanders when some strange started happening with your portal it looked more really than like a toy whe you put one of your favorites down noting shows on the tv but a huge lights goes on outsideskylanders giantess12 hours ago in Short Stories
no sex or gross stuff
arthro froms of the farle ones are ok