I Remember...I remember...I Remember...2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
My first love.
The first time I saw him.
The first date we ever had.
Our one month.
My first time.
How he kissed my scars and told me not to do it anymore.
The arguments I heard between his mom and older brother.
The comforting kisses when I got scared.
Our first Valentine's Day.
Him coming to my house with flowers on my birthday.
The late night conversations- in person and over the phone.
The smile on his face when he taught me how to paly his video games.
Going out to dinner.
The "I love you"s
When it got bad.
The way my stomach turned when he got angry with me.
About MeHmm... maybe I should give you the reason why I write these crazy and silly journal entries...About Me13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Well first of all, I'm not just going to give out my real name so it's Aoncestru (yeah, I know the name's weird 😝) and I write my silly journal entries to share what's going on in my crazy life. Then I might read it and laugh in the future. I wonder.... HAS ANYONE READ THEM YET?! Well, there's a chance no one's reading this now and all those entries were like me talking to a wall. I still want to post though! I've got nothing better to do anyway!
Soon, I will start writing crossovers mainly from Hetalia! I'm already working on one on Wattpad (username's Aoncestru) and I'm wondering if I should post the chapters here! Beware: I suck at writing stories. And I have a big heart to include too many characters! How's 10 nations going to Hogwarts? If you actually read this and my entries, I would love to hear your opinion Reader-chan!
Let's see... do you want to know more about me? I'm also
The Rise and Fall of Text MMO. IntroductionThe Rise and Fall of Text MMO. (Chapter 1: Introduction)The Rise and Fall of Text MMO. Introduction2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
My experience on text based MMO games.
Hello there reader, my name is Daniel also known as SavoDan here on deviantart and many other onlines game I have played to this day. You maybe asking, "why is this guy talking about the text based MMO games? those games are boring". If you think that, this experience may change your mind, well at least I hope that happens.
This experience is just that, how I began to be interested on the text based MMO games. As the name says, its just text with only a few pictures on the game, zero graphics. It may sound boring but I will explain as this experience goes on and on, so just sit tight and grab a coffee, it will be a long journey.
First, I love to play MMORPGs, World of Warcraft, Cabal Online, Silkroad Online, Knight Online, Defiance, Rift, Runescape and the list can go on and on, I like to play online especially fantasy or post-apocalyptic MMOs. I had great experiences in those games.
When I'll Believe YouWhen you tell me and can proof itWhen I'll Believe You13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
That's when I'll believe you
When nothing's proven,
I know nothing
Worth Fighting ForWe sat there in the small visitation room. "Please believe me." I sat in his little lap. His forehead resting against mine as my fingers intertwined with his. “You are worth fighting for,” he whispered not letting my eyes leave his. It was like he was afraid that I would just turn to dust a long with my whole existence. “You are, you really are,” he muttered as he held my hand tighter. His eyes burning in to mine. I couldn’t look at him and hid my face in his shoulders. "I do not care what you have done, no matter how disgusting,rude or stupid. I want you now, as you are. All I are about is what you do now and that you are safe. You hear me?" Tears filled my eyes in disbelief. His lips stroked over my neck, filled with care and promises. "You know, I have never had anything worth fighting for, before now." I could feel a smile form on his mouth. "And it is absolutely wonderful." In this second it did not matter that we only got this, only had each otWorth Fighting For2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
A experiencia mais assustadora da minha vidaEu já fui assaltado oito vezes. Evitei umas quatro outras. Todas foram durante o dia, eu chego a achar engraçado quando pessoas ficam preocupadas com ser mais perigoso de noite. Nenhuma delas foi a experiência mais assustadora. Especialmente aquela vez em que o assaltante me deu os meus tênis de volta porque os dele estavam em melhor estado. Idiotice dele, aqueles tênis estavam tão gastos porque eram muito bons.A experiencia mais assustadora da minha vida1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
Alguns meses atrás, eu fui atropelado. Foi bastante leve para um atropelamento, eu me levantei logo em seguida, falei com o motorista, ele me levou pro pronto-socorro. Só tive dores e hematomas. Fiz raio-x e outros exames, nenhum dano maior. Quando alguém pergunta sobre as cicatrizes no meu pulso esquerdo, gosto de falar que o carro levou a pior, porque o retrovisor ficou todo quebrado. "Braço Esquerdo Wins", eu ouço na vozinha do narrador do Mortal Kombat. Minha mente até inclui a leve pausa entre o nome e "wins".
Fading StarsI don’t know why, but I’ve always loved the stars. I was allowed to sleep outside in a tent in my yard a few times as a growing child. The nights were cold and dark, but I stared up freely at the stars until I felt like I was floating amongst them. Drifting, drifting, drifting with my back pressed against the grassy cold.Fading Stars2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
And in those moments, there was nothing else. There was no earth, no people, no sound. There was nothing but me in a starry vacuum.
The lights were candles, flickering. They were warm. They were bright.
Growing up is harder than I imagined it would be. It’s different than I thought.
The stars faded when the neighbors put in street lights and my sky disappeared like someone spilled their fears onto them.
I’m not ready to talk about my adult life just yet, but I’m sure I’ll get there soon.
My childhood wasn’t all starry skies and dreaming. It wasn’t awful, but it was scarred. And to be frank, I believe that all childhoods
Wacky Wednesday...Most Wednesdays where I work are pretty tame. It's the middle of the week, people have work the next day, kids have school the following morning. The half price video games do bring some people in, but still, they are slow nights.Wacky Wednesday...2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
With that being said, you'll understand why this Wednesday was truly “wacky.” I got into work early that day to cover the last few hours of my coworker's shift. She'd gotten a call that one of her boys had fallen out of a tree and needed to leave early to be with him. The night started off normal. I got in, clocked in and went to the office to get my till. I got back to the front counter and did my normal routine of getting myself caught up with lanes and what needed to be held and when (being only two weeks before Christmas, all 32 lanes where booked with corporate parties until about 9 that night or so). Things where slow, things were good.
The night took it's first turn toward Strange Town when my manger told m
Epic meeting with the Gods of Metal Part 1Nothing but the truthEpic meeting with the Gods of Metal Part 15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
I should start off by thanking my friends Pfepperon and @Dr.Albicilla for telling me about this
stunning event I had the chance to attend. One night, randomly chatting on facebook,
Pfepperon sends me a paragraph saying that Rammstein are going to have a signing session at
the 2-day premiere of their new DVD –Rammstein in Amerika. I quickly browsed for plane
tickets, but the prices were insane. The dates were too close, actually there was less than a
week to go and the tickets were only expected to go higher. My heart sank. I hate paying big
money for planes. My fiancé, who is in NYC at the moment, decided to gift me this trip. I was
reluctant to go without him, because we both love Rammstein and I thought it wasn’t going to
be fair to go alone, but he really insisted on my going. We had
spent 6 divine days in the late summer in Berlin for our 5th anniversary, the weather was
fantastic and of course, I had taken my folder with the portr
Wrong Side Of Heaven, Righteous Side Of HellMany of the themes in class have had me think more about the reality that we live in which is something that I typically always look at; now I see that other works highlight such things. Works such as Shooting An Elephant and the recent story about no one calling the police despite what had happened help to show off what humanity is becoming, darkness. Not all people follow the norm of society however, a prime example in the news lately being Anonymous. The norms of society are generally viewed as good or heaven as some might say, while being abnormal and breaking the norm for the better like Anonymous might be viewed as evil or hellish.Wrong Side Of Heaven, Righteous Side Of Hell1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
Society can be viewed to some as falling apart, regarding terrorism, the many wars occurring, even the racial battles. A common example of racial battles is the Black Lives Matter protest that is ongoing throughout the United States, people of one race demanding changes to bring about a natural peace. Anonymous is another
Wrestling in the Restroom“You won’t get in trouble when you start school this fall, right?” “I won’t. I promise.” My four-year-old self didn’t know how right he would be when he promised my parents that. Although I was only at preschool age, I vowed to keep that promise. However, there was one time I almost broke it. The year was 2007. George W. Bush was in his last year as President, Pixar did it again with Ratatouille, and I was in the second grade. In Elementary School, we had a potty break before lunch/recess. That day, my teacher Mrs. Graham, me, and the test of the class left the classroom for our potty break before going to lunch as usual. The hallways on the first floor of the school were peach and magenta colored, like a Valentine’s Day themed cupcake. This color scheme continued into the restroom. The sinks were shortened to accommodate the smaller heights of the kids, as were the stalls and toilets. There was one stall larger than the rest, and that waWrestling in the Restroom47 minutes ago in Stories & Vignettes
Accepting BisexualityI've always been assumed to be a lesbian just for supporting same sex marriage, couples, the LGBT community and people. I have LGBT friends.Accepting Bisexuality1 hour ago in Stories & Vignettes
Before I had to repeat 5th grade, I always had long hair in braids my mom use to do my hair. I know it sounds little girlish and yes I flunked the 5th grade because of my very low scores. When I chopped off my hair it was getting in the way and got knots and tangles in my hair. When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I'm not sure I got gum in my hair so I had to cut it off.
Every once in a while I'll cut my hair to a chin length bob before school year begins or during the school year. In my middle school years, there was a lesbian was who single and my classmate asked if I was a lesbian or bisexual, I wasn't sure how to answer.
In the spring of 2015, I've cut my hair into a boy cut a few months ago on June I always cut my hair short I dislike long hair therefore I prefer short hair over long hair. My homophobic aunt and friend assumed I was a lesbian j
IceIn Colorado, winter was all about the cold and the white and the way one’s breath could hang in the air like a cloud of cotton. Snow and slush were yearly events, annual spectacles that everyone watched.Ice12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
In California, winter was a different story. There was no snow, there was no slush- just cooler days and the occasional rain. But here, I found ice indoors, where ice was no longer just for fun.
Ice skating became competitive- it was no longer a hobby. One step turned into five rockers, single jumps evolved into double axels, forward spins linked onto back sits, and then people were applauding and the lights were fading and the show was over. Ice, too, was like snow- it could express individuality, triumphant on the high stands, or it could inspire cooperation, united with friends in pride.
At first, it was just me- but soon it was about friends, working with them to create something beautiful out of the ice, putting in all the time and effort and dedication I had.
Sorrowful Wish There are days when I find myself lost in my own mind. It’s unusually empty, except for a few oak doors in a pitch-black room. Bright lights over their heads light up, one by one. Beyond said doors lies my past, but one particular door hides my dreams. I often visit this “dreamland”, as my past doors eventually fade away and bring forth new doors which I have yet to open. It’s strange, but those doors are usually wishes, and when they fade away, it means I have had my wish granted and other wishes come forth. One wish in particular is one I can’t believe actually happened.Sorrowful Wish1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
It was January, in 2013 or 2012. My memory is a bit foggy on the date, but I remember it was snowing outside. I had woken up to my mother shaking me, fully clothed in his work uniform. She whispered “Hurry up and get changed for school”, then looked outside my door into the hallway. She seemed a bit nervous and worried, but I as
Drivers SeatMy husband and my son left for a 6 day vacation, sharing some father-son-time, and leaving me home alone, since I couldn´t get leave off work.Drivers Seat2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Which was good news. I was really looking forward to having the house all to myself.
The bad news was that I had to borrow my father-in-law´s car to get to work for the week.
I clutched the steering wheel with sweaty palms and gritted my teeth.
My work place is roughly 70 km away, because it´s in a shit city where I don´t want to spend one single living moment longer than I absolutely have to. Which is usually no problem since I´m in a car pool and only drive on Wednesdays, arranging myself in the middle back seat (I always get the middle back seat because I´m the shortest) and napping off for an extra hour on the other days. But this week, this week of all weeks in the year, they were all off on vacation, sick or whatever.
Leaving me to manage the drive in a shitty car all on my own.
I squinted through the windshie
Divine BoSHEmian Short Story ~ The Art Of SanityThe Holy GrailDivine BoSHEmian Short Story ~ The Art Of Sanity8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
The 'Holy Grail' is a story. No person knew this. The Holy Grail is Gods story. Through his messengers, God creates the future. When Gods messengers are threatened with death or torture, God takes over their story and ensures all people who have threatened his messengers are removed from earth permanently. God gets angry obviously.
God is always a witness to his messengers. An invisible force, never to be reckoned with.
When God heard that his female messenger was in danger as people wanted to sacrifice her, knowing that Jesus was not crucified, he began to put procedures in to place to show evil who was boss! People had been informed of Jesus not being killed, but living happily as a family man in Europe with his wife and family. Evil men began making plans to destroy his bloodline. Every time they failed, the reason being, God was their witness! God began making plans to destroy those who
MonticelloWalk up the aged front steps that were cracked in some stray places crawling across the brick like a spider’s web. The old red brick withstood the test of time as the white columns stretched upwards trying to reach the heavens blending in with the white roof. The great door would swing open with an aged creak allowing small patrons into its gaping mouth. Large grand windows allowed the sun to light up old rooms giving the eerie appearance of wise eyes. Wooden floors have long since lost their shine by numerous soles crossing and creak under foot. Walls were decorated with faded pale yellow wallpaper that has seen better days. Many levers that once controlled the lifts no longer work and are coated with a fine layer of dirt from the many hands that used them. Their purpose to retrieve rich wine for elaborate dinners now have no need as its old patrons have long passed. Wooden furniture that hasn’t been used in years sit clean in place free of dust. From the lone upstairs gueMonticello21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
The CureAside from human to human conversations,The Cure11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
For me the cure is art, literature, music and science
Together with a healthy financial position
I think this would do fine.
Department of Research and DevelopmentWhen asked to construct an argument concerning the course, I admittedly could not think of much at first until I remembered the class discussion about the 'shooting the elephant' story. I like the fact that there are decent discussion questions that get people thinking more, some questions asking for a deeper view on the topic. An example of this, is the story of shooting the elephant because it simply made people have to ask if it was the right thing to do or the wrong thing. I believe that we should have more questions like this to help generate such thought and ultimately make us look deeper into situations.Department of Research and Development1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
As a deep thinker and writer, I found this exercise to be quite refreshing as it had me thinking deeper into the topic. Thinking deep into a topic is something people may or may not often encounter during their lives and careers. To reference the story once again, it had the class think about morals of the situation which is not only a great brain t
Snow to IceSnow was a defining characteristic of winter in Colorado- it came, predictably, in the middle of December and sat there for months all the way into March before dissolving into slush and disappearing under the sun. But before that, even before January, the snow would freeze over, packed tightly under the wheels of cars on the road or crushed under the feet of people on the sidewalk. The streets would be closed and the cars would be disabled but the season also brought skiing and skating when the snow coated the mountains and the ice froze over the lakes.Snow to Ice12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
“What do I do?”
“Just skate,” my sister directed. “Just move your feet. Pretend you’re walking.”
I promptly fell flat on my face as I stepped on the ice.
I learned to skate when I was six. It started with skiing, but it moved to skating because it was closer and easier to get to, but it was the same in concept.
“Here. Hold the wall and use that to support yourself,” she suggested.
A Necessary EvilLies are everywhere in this world. The question of why is asked just as often. No one has an exact answer regarding this question but is it because they know and just do not want to admit it or are they truly clueless as to why people lie. The answer to the question is both commonly.A Necessary Evil1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
To quote the song “All These Lies” by Blutengel, “Mankind is drowning in a world of lies.” This song contains many reasons as to why a person might lie: the thrilling sensation, for attention, and for their own profit. The content of “The Truth About Lying” explains another set of reasons: social, peace-keeping, protective, and trust-keeping, which in essence can relate to those defined by the song mentioned above.
While there may be justifiable reasons such as not wanting to break someone's heart over a simple question, lying may be considered a necessary evil for this world to survive. Many look at lying as something bad and in many
A Writer's JourneyI was not always a fan of writing; in fact there was a time in which I hated the concept. That all was about to change towards the middle of my fifth grade year, probably one of the better years of my school career. I can safely say that one school writing assignment changed my life for the better.A Writer's Journey1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
My career as a writer began during my fifth grade year in 2008 with an assignment, having to write a short fictional story which would later be turned into a physical book. At first I, like any student at that time, had to moan about it, but little did I know that that assignment would actually be a blessing. I had always been a creative child be it with video games, at the time live action role playing which I still use as a creative outlet in online chats or reading simple books.
Unfortunately I decided to save it until the night it was due and complained about when I actually had to start, at first. After about five minutes one sentence turned into a paragrap