Why I don't celebrate ChristmasGrandma died when I was 18 years old, on Christmas day. I never really got to know her well, since the family had pretty much kept their distance from her due to her 'weird religion.' I grew up un-churched, as they say, and never had any interest in religion of any kind. Today, however, I practice the same religion as grandma did. Let me explain to you how that happened, and why I no longer celebrate Christmas.Why I don't celebrate Christmas19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
When grandma died it was determined that the house and all its contents would be auctioned off. She lived in a humble little bungalow, not unlike the others on her street. Nothing she owned was of any value to the family, and I got the dubious assignment of going through her personal items to determine what might be sold, and what should be thrown away. Needless to say the last thing that I wanted to do was to go through an old lady's things, grandma or not. But, as I wasn't given a choice in the matter, I soon got to work. A
Something SpecialSomething was missing.Something Special6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not physically, but yet... he could still feel it; A barely noticeable pinch tugging at the base of his heart, anchoring it into the pit of his stomach.
The Ninja had been living in secrecy, willingly isolating himself from society for the sake of his "children's" safety, yet he so strongly wanted to be with them.
He wanted to talk with them... Laugh with them...
He so eagerly wanted to cry out "Here I am! I am real, and I really do care! Everything will be alright!"
Alas, exposing himself to the public would only ensue challengers or hostile outbreaks of the wavering-faith and add to the problems of Dissolution's already complicated way of life.
Even disguised as Starling, his thirst for companionship, his longing for affection could not be satiated. The people he communed with only knew who he pretended to be, his masked identity. They didn't really know "him".
The Ninja stood at the center of the observation platform in his sanctum. His face was stoic as
Death Diary (Entry 53)Death Diary (Entry 53)1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Death is cold they say…but oddly enough…I feel very warm around this time of year. I sit upon a church right now, looking down upon the fields of snow and ice. I’m in Illinois right now and the sky is a deep grey. The clouds, like a sea of melancholy feelings drifts over my head, masking the suns glow to the earth. The ground is a blanket of white with specks of humanity walking amongst it like insects, bustling about their daily lives…searching for their place in the world. It gives one perspective on just how small the world is.
Forgive me, I’m rambling…I do in fact have a question I’ve been meaning to ask. Yes, I do have questions about life and…ironically death. I so often get lost in thought and just ponder the meaning of things…and try to find some sort of answer to life. Do you ever do this? Maybe it’s just me…but when you have time like I do, you can’t help but think on these things.
Vergessene TiereSchlagende HerzenVergessene Tiere1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Knurrend meldet sich mein Magen. Er will unbedingt gehör finden. Doch mein Gehör ist schon lange nicht mehr fit genug, um so etwas zu lauschen. Tatsächlich bin ich taub.
Nur die schmerzen im Bauch spüre ich. Das zusammenziehen, das rumdrehen, krampfen eines lehren Magens. Doch hier auf der Straße gibt es nicht genug. Meine Nase ist seit jenem Tag nicht mehr zu gebrauchen.
Was an jenem Tag passierte?
Ich lief Seite an Seite mit meinem Freund, einem kleinen Mischling die Straße der Plaza hinunter. Es gab so viel Müll zur Hochsaison. Viele Menschen die so unterschiedlich Rochen drängten sich an die Strände. Eine Fundgrube für uns. Nun nicht an jenem Tag.
Es war bei Einbruch der Dämmerung. Junge Zweibeiner lockten uns mit leckerem Essen. Dann passierte es.
Die schmeißen große Dinge auf uns, die sich beim Aufprall auf den Boden explosionsartig entflammten. Ich bekomme die Schreie meines Freundes nicht
The Seven Princes: Re-ReleaseOnce upon a time,The Seven Princes: Re-Release5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
in a kingdom of seven mountains,
there were seven princes.
When the king attained a great
age, he divided his kingdom
into seven parts, for the princes
would quarreled with one another
on who would be king.
For years, the seven princes
ran each kingdom as they saw
fit, often waging wars against
each other to attain more land.
This, however, only resulted in
hundreds' of servants' deaths.
This changed one winter, when an
old beggar traveling the countryside
visited six of the seven princes.
The man whore a black cloak with a
black mask, and wielded a burned
The first prince, the eldest,
was a beautiful but vain man,
who would only accept the most
beautiful gifts, and would speak
only to those he deemed as beautiful
When the old beggar pled him for
shelter from the harsh winter,
the prince scorned him;
"You are ugly, and only those
as beautiful as I shall lend
That night, the first prince
woke with a start, and a fright,
for his face had b
NightmareYou know you are in great trouble when you’re not even safe in your dreams.Nightmare1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
All that RemainsIn Robert Burns’s poem, To a Mouse, he speaks of nature losing to humanity. In Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck, he writes of nature reclaiming what man had stolen. And both speak of finding a homes, sanctuaries, on this earth. And both speak of the demolition of that sanctuary. And both could never be so true.All that Remains1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Crickets thrive and chirp, their songs full of victory and very little fear. The reeds are overwhelming the ponds, vegetation sprouting whenever the opportunity is given to them. Mankind has definitely gotten a massive setback; there is next to nothing of the once superior species left on this planet. And maybe this is a good change. Dawns and dusks are more vibrant, skies clearer due to the empty factories and power plants no longer sputtering out thick smoke of unhealthy greenhouse gases.
There are few stones dating the more recent deaths, and there’s been a lot of them too. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can hear their dying screams, of what
Does Happiness Where Deception Lies Exist?Look upon this world, there are lies all the way. People wear masks, they deceive each other. They backfired each other. Even though many people realize that...they decide to turn around, deceiving themselves. They say it's for their happiness.Does Happiness Where Deception Lies Exist?1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
But what is actually happiness? Can happiness be gained from deceiving everyone and ourselves? Is it true happiness, even though you know that it's all only the masks behind the infinite lies? Why do some people do that, running from reality for their own false happiness?
Face your reality. Running is no better. Reality ("truth") can be harsh, but living full of lies is worse. Do you prefer to deceive yourself for the pseudo-happiness so that you can live in good mood everyday or see and face reality no matter how hurt it is, for your own sake--even if it brings eternal despair and less happiness?
Why do people wear masks? If it's only half or a bit, it's still alright, but most people wear total masks all the time. They have their own personali
RUMINATION #10, COLOR CODED (1/?)As Canard waited in the hall for the machine to give him his protean shake, the Captain couldn’t help but stare at the out of order sign onRUMINATION #10, COLOR CODED (1/?)3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
the opposite machine. "I feel the same way". Someone shuffled beside him with a Purchase Card, “Hello Briggs."
“You look tired, how long has it been since you’ve had a recharge?”
“This morning,” Canard yawned “I still feel drained, all the stress I suppose, so many things to keep up with.”
Briggs remained behind him to wait his turn “Your system won’t process energy drinks, you’re sure to break down.”
“I should have enough power to reach the end of the day.” The Captain dismissed, kneeling down to where the item fell with a loud
CLANG. Shakily The Captain opened the can, stepping aside so Briggs might access the machine. “Uhh, anything to report?” Canard took a
sip of its foamy goodness and recoiled in bliss. Briggs struggled to fit th
Beginning Sleep C1Beginning Sleep:Beginning Sleep C14 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: What I've Learned
...I, am but an alternate self.
Wise? Me? Perhaps. I've done much and been through much.
But no doubt, I've been lost within my own darkness.
Originally, I've been "banished" to the same place twice.
The second time, there was no recovery for me.
Nothing at all in the realm.
I was once known as Ansem the Wise. Before my pupil took my name from me after conducting experiments that were considered through what I was studying.
My reports were penned and written by him in my name.
He was as foolish as I in the end, to split himself into both a Heartless and a Nobody.
A grand plan by his true self followed that accumulated into his delusional plan to become superior to all.
Ansem: ....but of course.......
My days on the shores of darkness have been long. And frequent.
Neutral elements engulfed me in an alternate universe.
I still continue to live on, and to instead, pen down what I have not known, and what should to considere
Revetment?Revetment?Revetment?2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Five edges, eight plains and shining like a fresh polished piano, the crystal, like every day, hovers over the roofs of the fretful city. After worshipping him in the morning routine he fades almost beyond recognition, but never entirely disappears. Promises of joy and beatitude faciliate the small but severe step of giving the responsibility for ourselves into his hands, be it through faith in his control and predermination or following his dogma. This perception, told by the unseeing, should clear our gaze, relieve us from what they call chains but still I see him up there, today especially defined and shining in the sunlight. Acting proper, showing compassion, the qualities you must deliver to enter the eternal womb of the crystal after the purgatory we currently exist in. The logic cants screaming synapsewraith, which haunts my thoughts is pleasantly silent today, it is going to be a wonderful day, thanks to the crystal.
After the morning routine it is time to act
New Holiday! (Creative Writing Assignment)"Hey! Have you heard of the new holiday called Anthropomorphic Day?" I heard a voice call out. "Yes I have! It's... interesting to say the least." This holiday was about the Anthropomorphic Animals and learning about their culture. I know one example is Star Fox, Fox McCloud is a Fox but he has human like qualities. He can talk and stand up on his legs. I didn't want to go to the festivals or conventions being held around the country.New Holiday! (Creative Writing Assignment)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you want to go to the convention?" My friend asked me but I already made up my mind. "No. I'm not celebrating the holiday." I said, not wanting to go. "B-But you have to!" I stared at him like he's crazy and I laughed. "Where does it say that I HAVE to go?" I started to walk away until he shouted out. "Look at this?" I turned back, annoyed and started to walk back to him.
"I swear... If its related to the holiday... I'm going to just lose my mind." I said growling under my breath. He points to a statement that I was afraid of. "It says every US citize
Bottled DreamsShe asked what I remembered the most.Bottled Dreams5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a dreary, autumnal Wednesday. The rain pittered against the tin roof of my shabby old home situated in the midst of a dreary elm forest. The specked with the smoke of far off controlled burns. It reeked of the disparity of human survival.
"What?" I asked. I had never had this question proposed to me before.
It shocked me that someone would care to know of the memories of a senile woman with the intellect of a plankton and the life experience of a clam. I was nothing. The product of years of an absentee existence and faulty choices that resulted into an incapable whole. Who would want to know of me. The shadow lurking just outside the limelight of my father's success. The person who could only live by clinging to the ragged coattails of a bugeyed politician with a brain constantly tuned into mindless, misogynistic propaganda.
I knew all about them, their doings, their hopes, but my own life was a dull one. I was alone. Forced to grasp o
En el bosque I: NucesLos meses habían volado entre papeleos y regaños, los escapes y las represalias. Su cuello había dejado de doler y de las marcas no quedaba rastro. La resignación e impotencia que había visto en los rostros de los que habían estado en la junta de Aurem eran ya parte del pasado; sólo les quedaba… esperar, deseando que no ocurriera otro incidente.En el bosque I: Nuces1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sus deberes y la rutina se habían encargado de distraerle por completo de cualquier pensamiento relacionado con lo ocurrido durante la fiesta de disfraces, y eso era lo mejor, la tensión se había ido, dejando sólo un poco de cansancio.
Ahora mismo Martius se encontraba regresando a casa tras completar una jornada de trabajo.
Revisaba la pequeña libreta que le había acompañado desde inicios de aquél mes, ahí estaban anotadas varias cosas, algunas sin mayor relevancia que pensamientos esporádicos, pero la mayoría eran apuntes acerca de los casos
The Objective ReviewThe Objective ReviewThe Objective Review5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was the title that greeted anyone who entered the review website of one Robert Hale. That, and a shallow sense of emptiness as you were welcomed with pages and pages of dense text on all sorts of media from television to music to whatever sort of noise the kids were playing when they had an uncomfortable amount of time on their hands. The webpage was void of any sort of colour, and only seemed to make up for it in organisation, with subcategories being categorised seemingly by how many categories they could possibly fall under. In turn, each review would then go on to list all the facts in regards to the media, without any sort of subjective input from the writer. For lack of a better word, the page was dull, and it would be an arduous task to locate anyone who achieved genuine enjoyment from it.
One man who did gain enjoyment from it, however, was its creator. Robert Hale was a man who echoed the sensibilities of his creation, in that he too would be consider
Whats the difference? - A tale about animal abuseWhats the difference - A tale about animal abuse (WORK IN PROGRESS)Whats the difference? - A tale about animal abuse6 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Und dann hat es „Platsch“ gemacht...
So eben war die kleine Robbe Asha in das Wasser gesprungen und tollte mit ihrem Freunden umher. Mit Rogda dem Dicken, den alle immer nur „Haifischhappen“ nannten. Isilda, die eigentlich lieber ein Delfin wäre und mit Hanma, der so Träge war, das man ihn fast für einen Rochen gehalten hätte. Ihre Mutter Ranja sah noch eine Weile besorgt zu und erst als sie sicher war das ihre Tochter keinen Unsinn anstellte fand sie endlich die Zeit etwas auszuruhen. Wenn Asha nämlich nicht gerade spielte, löcherte sie ihre Mutter mit allen möglichen Fragen auf die sie keine Antworten wusste oder keine Antwort geben wollte. „Neugierde“, schnatterte die alte Hioba, „etwas was alle Robben in Ashas Alter einm
And That Was ThatThe sun melds with the blue sky and that familiar monotony takes over me. The stars shine and I am reminded we are one with them. We are interconnected to everything. It's like a quilt.And That Was That3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Say that we are all apart of a gigantic blanket, each twist and turn depicting its outcome. What would be the stars we see? Another knot and another fine work of thread.
Your eyes glitter with tears. I am sorry again. You don't like it when I become like this. But it is nothing new, I am always sorry for being so melancholy, yet the burning in my heart exhilarates me as soon as I utter such thoughts. I'll feel happy for you and try to do the same for myself.
Death is no more of a pleasing outcome to me. You don't want to let me go, you believe in me and you love me more than life itself. For that blessing, for such a grateful outcome and such a chance to receive such a person, I'll believe in the you that believes in me.
In the end, it's like a quilt. You helped me form, you helped me make shape and bec
Wo sind wir selbst in der GesellschaftBelehren! Erziehen! Erschaffen?! - Wo versteckt sich das Selbst?Wo sind wir selbst in der Gesellschaft4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eine Gesellschaft im permanenten Wandel.
Eine Zeit in der wir uns belehren und erziehen um ein reibungsloses Miteinander zu ermöglichen.
Ist dieses Verhalten gut? Oder eher ein Gift?
Menschen leben in Verbänden um gewisse Dinge besser nutzen zu können. Sei es die Familie, Sportgruppen, die Schule, oder die Arbeit um nur einige zu nennen.
Überall herrschen Regeln, Verhalten wird erzogen, Fehler korrigiert und Richtiges gelobt. Dies soll dafür dienen, dass Alle gut zusammen arbeiten und es keine Probleme gibt. In vielerlei Hinsicht mag dies gut sein, schließlich soll etwas gemeinsam erreicht werden. Doch darf das nur soweit gehen, wie es die Gruppe/ den Verband betrifft.
Zum Beispiel in der Familie muss sich jeder einbringe, damit es nicht zu Überforderung einzelner Personen kommt, oder zu Auseinandersetzungen die mit Strafen (ob sinnvoll oder nicht) enden. Genauso muss aber auch da
The Happiest Among MelodiesThe Happiest Among MelodiesThe Happiest Among Melodies4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"All instruments can play sad music, but the only one which can't do that solely, is the guitar." ~VioletRosePhantom
On one sunny day, inside a palace called the "Instrumental Palace" where all the instruments from all over the world gathered to play a melody for the king, the king asked them to come because he needed them and now they are all gathered in one place.
All the instruments you can imagine, piano, violin, lute, viola, guitar, flute, saxophone and too many instruments, everything you can imagine, they all gathered in the main hall of the palace, talking.
"What a great gathering Violin! Don't you think so?" a cheerful instrument was jumping from happiness spoke, it was the guitar, and he was talking to his gloomy looking friend, the violin, who walked slowly and smoothly beside his jumping friend.
"I mean look at all of these instruments, they all look interesting!"
"It's indeed great; perhaps you should decrease your jumping for a while and walk n
Jimmy on my shouldersJimmy on my shouldersJimmy on my shoulders5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have often wondered what would happen if I hopped on a train, with my eyes closed, and my ears shut. And got off the train when I felt it stop, and the doors open, I have often wondered where I would end up, what I would do, where I would go from there, would I come back, would I not. I used to think these thoughts, I used to think them a great deal, until one day, I stopped thinking them, stopped wondering and stopped dreaming, I stopped all the unrealities related to that fantasy, and made them realities. Yes, I bought myself a ticket, one that would get me on any train, to anywhere. It wasn't cheap, but it may have been worth it, at that point I didn’t know, maybe I still don't, maybe I never will, maybe, something will happen one day that will let me know the answer, but until then, I shall just wait like I waited that day also.
I started by shutting my eyes, so could no longer see, I didn’t know trains v