Love's Tragic Tale SummaryA long time ago, there was a 4th grader named Marie. She moved to a new school after hers had shut down. She went to her new school after meeting up with her closest friends. She enjoyed the school.Love's Tragic Tale Summary14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One day, her friend Lexi asked her who her crush was. Feeling pressured, Marie just picked a random guy named Aaron. She made Lexi promise not to tell anyone, who agreed.
Marie thought about what she had said, and finally decided she did in fact kinda like Aaron…
Lexi told everyone in the class. Aaron said he didn’t like Marie back. But Marie was determined. She HAD to get him to like her. So what did she do?
She chased him. She would stare at him in class, follow him around, always talked to him.
She didn’t know what else to do to make guys like her. She was only a 4th grader after all. And besides, she was an annoying person.
Aaron ran away from her. Marie continued chasing through 5th grade. Aaron just HAD to like her!
One day, everyone was sitting at lunch when Aaron t
Memoirs of Thiebault #51 - The End... or is it? But even though I dawdle on subjects that hardly concern me personally, there is a confession I can no longer delay, and, however poignant that memory is even today, when, having survived all illusions of life, I am reaching the end of my painful road to the grave, I have to come to the shattering of what was then my fondest dream of happiness.Memoirs of Thiebault #51 - The End... or is it?2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arriving in Bayonne, I had found a letter from Pauline; she reminded me in heartbreaking terms of my promise to leave Spain through Barcelona, and from there to go to Milan through Genoa: “I am counting upon this oath,” she added, “as a redress for all those I had counted on in vain.” Indeed, I had made this promise writing from Salamanca, setting up plans which my merciless duty thwarted once again. Had I retained my brigade in Monnier’s division, I could have left it in Salamanca and slipped away for two months; but having received command of a division, and orders
NoahWe kept Lucy in the backyard. We never let her inside, or even on the back porch. She slept in a filthy old doghouse sitting in the corner of the yard near the shed. Mom went outside and fed her. No one did anything else for her.Noah9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was terrified of dogs as a child. And Lucy scared me most of all. She was the largest dog I had ever seen, her head reaching my shoulders when I was five. Whenever I made an effort to see her, I stood on the back porch on one side of the gate and Lucy on the other. I would give her a treat, pet her dirty head, and run back inside. As far as I knew—as far as I'll ever know—, that was the only kind of interaction she ever got from us.
Lucy lived with us, but she was never a member of the family.
I walked down the road close to my house, now eighteen and grown, with my energetic hound puppy Maggie (short for Magnolia, per Dad's request). Of course, it would be fairer to say that she was walking me down the road as she constantly sniffed the ground.
It's Just a RecessionJournal Entry: January 2013It's Just a Recession15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They say money can’t buy you happiness, they also said we are not in a depression. This is just a temporary slump and soon things will be bright and sunny again. It’s the American way!
The paycheck that comes in on Wednesday says otherwise. After all the payments are made and you’re sitting at the table counting… rolling… change to buy food… I’m too rich for assistance and too poor to be anything other than a drone. I’ve spent 10 years trying to find a job… and forcing the magic of my ingenuity to buy me non-existent luck. It’s a just a recession. America says we are doing great in dream theme commercials.
Opportunity is there you’re not looking hard enough. I check the 15 applications I put in via internet resumes. Nope not this week, month, year, next year, the year after. I’ll drive to the local places and talk to everyone once more.
I’ve been out too long now and hope is a drie
Dragons: A Fantasy Made False“They’re real,” I stated cheerfully, glancing down at my book.Dragons: A Fantasy Made False14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was my turn to visit the 1st grade, having advanced a momentous grade further to the 2nd. The book was in my hand, a magazine, but I carried it like its pages were as meaningful as the thick textbooks I saw on unreachable, sky-bound class shelves. I never knew why, but the 2nd grade classroom had textbooks meant for older children, of at least 4th grade. I hadn’t ever paged through a textbook in my life: being a late reader, the avenue of literacy had only brightened my way a year before. I always wondered what secrets the texts on the high shelf carried. In particular, my gaze always stopped on one book, one with X’s and Y’s on the cover next to A-L-G-E-B-G-R-A. The entirety of the cover seemed utterly foreign to one just learning multiplication. Being young is sacred because of the mystery of everything: infinite unknowns; distilled naivete.
The Colours are ChangingThe colours are changing now.The Colours are Changing23 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Its funny, it always seems to sneaks up on me. Winter I mean.
I feel as if I have just started to enjoy the wonderful breezes of fall when the frigid hands of winter touch my skin. I am not sure if I really enjoy winter all that much, I know I did as a kid. But now I just get cold restless and depressed. They tell me its something called Seasonal depression, I guess the lack of sunlight makes my brains chemistry go off weird. So why didn’t it do this when I was younger? I hate as how I get older, things become less fluffy.
Not fluffy like a dog, but you know more like a cloud, something that you can’t feel or even touch, but you know that if you could it would be the most incredible sensation. That’s what I imagine childhood as. Clouds. They drift along the sky like children playing on a playground. Sure you can enjoy a blue sky but add a couple of clouds there and you have a perfect picturesque backdrop for anything imaginable. They make