High Seas with Tom / page #1Fishing On The “High Seas” with TomHigh Seas with Tom / page #18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
On one of our many family trips to Canada to visit Uncle Angus and our Grandparents, who
lived in Nova Scotia Canada, Tom and I were invited to go fishing on the High Seas, a trip full of
events that would culminate in an adventure of a life time. This particular trip was filled with many
facets that they in them selves would be an adventure for any normal family, but you should realize
now that we are not dealing with a normal family when you’re talking about the Flynn Clan; not by a
There are many obstacles to overcome when taking a long trip to a foreign country. There are
also several factors that may hinder the planning and execution of that trip. But one main factor that
always seems to come up in most vacations is the Cost. To say my father was frugal was only a nice
way to say someone is Cheep, but in his case even cheep has some merits. I know how everyone has
heard a story about how this person was the stingiest
KindnessIt was my birthday recently. I didn't do much, big parties have never been my 'thing'.Kindness8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Being born in the month of January means that my birthday is almost always on a school day. School is also most definitely not my thing, but thats not my decision of course.
Despite everything, I had a very good day!
Everyone was very positive and friendly, and its such a lovely feeling receiving cards and gifts and knowing that people care about you and want to make you feel special and happy.
I forgot that feeling.
In a world of high stress levels and numbers we forget the importance of simple interaction. Talk to people. Compliment them. Make someone smile and see how great it feels.
Its so simple- people become happy when they make others happy. Lets remember that.
Lets remember to be kind.
Kind to all people, animals, the world, our bodies and our soul.
Kindness is free yet it is the most valuable gift you can ever give or receive.
So allow yourself that gift. You deserve to be kind and treated
MemoriesI never thought what I'm going to do with my life, how it will be, I don't know, in five years or something like that. I not exactly the person who have a certain plan for the future, I like to discover the opportunities that life can bring to you, but I do have some plans. I want to finish my school, to become a researcher and of course I want to be loved.Memories12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
About love, I don't exactly have good luck in this field. I rather say that I had some luck and I had some bad luck. I was loved and I loved, but not in the way that it was good for me. I give up on everything that made me to be with that person, I've changed so I can pleased him. He always said that I was in one way, in other way, now that I think was he truly in peace with my personality? I don't think so, because in that case he didn't try to change me so much. In the end I ended up to don't trust anyone except him, not even myself. But i'm ok now, I was at my bottom and I survived, so I guess I should be fine from now on. I want
Etats d'ameCher CupidonEtats d'ame19 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Je ne sais plus vraiment où j'en suis ... Je suis comme une goélette, de laquelle on aurait retiré les voiles pour l’empêcher d’avancer. La coque de ce même navire s’est brisée sur une côte lointaine, et les débris flottent un peu partout.
C’est le sang de sa vision qui hante peu à peu mes nuits. La douleur de ce désir ardent pour un être inaccessible. Je rêve de ses caresses... Je rêve de son souffle chaud sur mon visage ... Je rêve de le toucher, l’embrasser, de lui dire que je l’aime ...
J’ai besoin d’aide. Vite. Je vis en tentant de garder la tête hors de l’eau, mais je finirais par sombrer tôt ou tard.
Avant que l’annonce de ma fin soie définitive, j’aimerais dénuer mon cœur de toute sorte de passion envers lui. Ce sentiment trop fort me ronge de l’intérieur, et je suis incapable de stopper ce proce
MesekMesékMesek11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...Tudod, én mindig is hittem a mesékben, ahol a szereplők próbákat álltak ki, hősként küzdöttek meg az ellenséggel, a hercegnők pedig bájosak voltak, elbűvölőek...de csont buták. Persze, gyerekként még ezt a tényt nem érzékeltem, vagy ha mégis, nem érdekelt. Rajongva olvastam a történeteket a szerelemről. Szinte ittam anya szavait, amikor este betakargatott, jóéjt puszit adott, majd mesélt. Nem múlt el nap esti mese nélkül.
Később én is elkezdtem mesélni. Nem voltam egy áldott jó gyerek,de ha két percre abba hagytam mások terrorizálását vagy a tárgyak rongálását akkor fogtam egy könyvet és olvasni kezdtem. A gyerekek, akik féltek tőlem, pedig odagyűltek körém, én pedig olvastam az óvón
Mem'riesDies ist nicht meine Geschichte. Es ist die meines Freundes Stean. Über unser letztes Gespräch, von dem keiner von uns beiden auch nur den Schatten eines Gedankens aufwandte, dass wir uns danach nie wieder sehen würden.Mem'ries22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dass ich aus dem Bus aussteigen würde, ohne an etwas Besonderes zu denken.
Dass ich einfach gehen würde, mit einem kleinen beiläufigen Abschiedsgruß.
Ich erzähle euch von ihm, so wie ich ihn kannte.
Um 5:30 Uhr klingelte mein Wecker. Müde, wie immer kämpfte ich mich aus dem Bett und machte mich fertig, in die Arbeit zu gehen.
Dann wartete ich auf den Bus. Es war kalt und die Sonne ging gerade erst auf. Normalerweise stehe ich nicht so früh auf. Doch es musste sein. Der Bus fuhr überall in der Gegend herum, deswegen brauchte ich über eine Stunde um nach Braunau zu kommen.
Wir hatten uns davor nie sonderlich gut verstanden, weil wir nie viel miteinander zu Tun hatten. Ich war auch ein bisschen beleidigt,
I believe in good. I believe that Jesus once had a mortal form and walked this earth. I've been taught in school that he did in fact exist and that he believed in love, peace, and kindness. There have been rumors and arguments and theories that he is the son of the proverbial "God". To me, personally, I don't know if that's true or not. I definitely don't deny it, nor do I support it. I just leave it as an unknown. But I do believe in the thing Jesus Christ taught; not Christianity, but love. I was once told that if I did not accept him wholly as the son of God that I would burn in hell. I do not believe that, for two reasons. First of all, it is possible he isn't the son of God. Second of all, such a kind, loving person would never burn me for not worshiping him, for that is cruel and uncharacterisitic of the man I've been told about.I believe in good.6 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Was he the son of God? Is Christianity correct? If it is, will we truly burn? I honestly don't know, nor do I care. I merely wish to follow in his example of
New Year's Eve of 2009-2010please be nice and give only constructive criticism. any ways, enjoy.New Year's Eve of 2009-201014 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
New Years Eve of 2009-2010
When Mason gets here I will know TRUE happiness! "Mason is here." My mom says. I literally dash to the front door and once I calm myself I open the door. I greet him by saying, "Mason!" Then, I start chanting his name. I offer for him to come into the house. He does, of course! He asks if I had practiced on my Pokémon Diamond. I answer him saying no! He scolds me completely saying that I was supposed to train. You know what, I had a lot of work to do before that day and I could not train at the time. That is what I told him. We battle any way and I realize that no matter how hard I trained I would have lost! I mean you have to practice 24/7 for a month just to get ONE of your Pokémon to level 100! I know that I can't! Mason basically got his Nintendo DS and his game about two months ago! I got mine in second grade! How can he do that but I can't? It is r
High Seas with Tom / page #2red and green plaid! When the beautiful blue side eventually wore out we simply had to turn it in sideHigh Seas with Tom / page #28 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
out and walk around looking like we just arrived from Ireland, a sure fight getter when roaming the
streets of New York. Dad also loved to buy Tom and I sox of the same color and they were usually
white. In this way it didn’t matter if one sox was lost or had a hole in it they were all the same and
interchangeable. It didn’t help when we were going to some formal occasion wearing dark pants and
shoes because those white sox really stood out like the white lines on a freeway at night. So Dad
packed up Tom’s and my worn out blue jeans, shirts, socks and sweaters into a large duffle bag like
we used in Boy Scouts to save room for more important things, like a place to sit, and strapped it to
the roof of the station wagon. This made it not only very hard for us to change out of our dirty close
but we had to unpack and repack the duffle bag every time we wanted to get at