Somehow I Found ItAs far as I was concerned, I was always a level lower than everyone else. I knew the members of the archery club, interacted with them, enjoyed their company, but I never had conversations with them. They were college students, just like I was, but we were not the same. They could socialize with an offhandedness that I could never aspire to, a universal likeness that was so different from me. When it came down to it, I was certain that I was less valuable, and didn’t mind leaving when no one else showed up for club that Saturday.Somehow I Found It2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And I was going to leave, bow case in one hand and plastic tube in the other (it held my arrows), when Ryan showed up. Ryan was the unanimously elected president of the archery club, and for good reason; he made his own longbows and atl atls, and was incredibly accurate with both of them. When he came to the door and saw only me standing there, I was sure practice was canceled. I could go back to my dorm and spend the rest of my day in safe solitude.
That Albertson Girl She’s a smart girl, probably one of the smartest I’m teaching this year. She finishes all of her homework in class not 10 minutes after I’ve handed it out. She rarely makes less than an A on any assignment, regardless of the subject. Mrs. Bennett spoke to me in the Teacher’s Lounge one morning, to mention that even though she isn’t the most practiced of the students in art classes, she always manages to come up with some of the most unique and creative pieces. While the school music teacher Ms. Jurick doesn’t appreciate her independence in during class, it can’t be denied that she has talent and a vision when it comes to singing. Honestly, the girl’s intelligence and uniqueness should have earned her a spot in the Gifted and Talented program.That Albertson Girl19 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But she’d never focus. She always had her head in the clouds, always humming some tune she’d thought up that day. She would draw on a
MemoryWith the moon above me, I’m melting, weightless. The ocean foaming around my ankles is the same temp as the air and doesn’t seem to be real. Any trace of the sunset has drained away, leaving only stars. I look at the ocean imprinted by the moonlight. This vacation is awful but that moment frees me from reality and gravity and the stickiness of summer.Memory2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I’m just a pink dot on the beach, freckles becoming the stars, smile becoming moonlight. I don’t want to go back to the motel, I want to slip into the ocean and never resurface. There’s serenity in this empty beach and a security in owning the endless dark waters, dipping my fingers in to claim it as my own.
We are the Convention(al) If you’ve never been to a fan-based convention, you haven’t experienced what is truly strange. It is the world’s weirdness, the stand-outs of society conglomerating into normalcy by numbers. All who are lonely, come to the con; it shall give you comradery.We are the Convention(al)8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My experience last year as a Katsucon staffer remains a happy blur of lunch breaks with the kimono model Kuniko Kanawa, the head of the Japanese Cultural Institute (JCI) doting on me like a second mother, and marrow-numbing exhaustion when all was said and done. Now, it’s been almost a week since I clocked out of the JCI staff room and I feel—older; Kuniko-san requested me as her personal assistant for the entirety of the convention, Christine is embroidered on my new staffer t-shirt and heart as the Forever Con-Mom (Dearly Departed, December 25, 1970 - March 2, 2014), and
When Angels Fly ~ Excerpt12-14-2013 – SaturdayWhen Angels Fly ~ Excerpt7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
FAITH: I have a great friend who has changed my life in its totality last evening. For over 23 years I have both loved and hated God in my mind and heart, hating that God could let Eli suffer so much. Each Christmas season I have confessed my sin in hating God at times. Each Christmas season I have cried when hearing Eli's favorite song, Silent Night. This year the tears will be joyful. I know Heaven is where Eli wanted to be, and he is with his brother, Joshua; and they both sit on Jesus' lap. At age five years, Eli WANTED to GO to Heaven, Eli KNEW Heaven, my grief has overwhelmed me so much at times I just could not embrace this fully in my heart. Michelle made me realize that yes, Eli did want to go, Eli KNEW Heaven, Eli was NOT afraid to go and I was the one holding him back. Eli flies with his brother, Joshua, and the angels; they both look over their brother Noah. Thank you Michelle, for opening my eyes and allowing me to fully see the peace that
Always Suffering My friend is always suffering. He has lost friends and loved ones, he has been deceived, and his heart has been broken too many times to count. Every time I see him, he is mostly silent. His eyes look weary, he has a slight frown, and he reminds me of a mindless zombie. He speaks in a deep voice, his tone monotonous and apathetic. His behavior is even more apathetic. He once told me that his zombie-like indifference keeps him from feeling the pain.Always Suffering3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, he does get angry, and yes, he raises his voice sometimes, but if it's personal, it can be even worse.
I remember in ninth grade, a classmate of ours said something that offended my friend greatly; it was a joke about the Holocaust, too (he's not Jewish, but his heritage is very mixed, and tha
Fallout Journal Entry 17: 3/25/2284It has been a while since I have done an entry in my journal, but frankly I have forgotten about them. I am so glad that I modified my truck to run on Nuka Cola. Anyway, since my birthday, I have done a few scavenging runs throughout the Mid-West and I have found some really interesting pieces, and I figured out some really good combo's of weapons to use. The idea I had with the chainsaw actually worked. Pair that up with a double barrel, and you have a ferral stomping combo right there. I've also notices that I use a combo of Sniper and SMG, which help in most situations. I might be able to figure out some more combos of weapons out there theat could work, but it'll take some time.Fallout Journal Entry 17: 3/25/22842 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I might post in May if I find any more weapon combos that can be effective.
You'll Believe Once You Look Into My EyesI'll Be Honest, I Can Get Quite Peeved At ThingsYou'll Believe Once You Look Into My Eyes2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now Adays The World Is Retarded And My Friends Can Say The Same
These Stupid People Whom Are "Popular", You Know The Snobby Ones
Famous Just For Being Loud And Acting Like Complete Doofs
My Friends Help To Guide Me
Although, I Must Say The World Used To Be Complete Hard-Working Geniuses!
Now This Whole Planet Is A Dump...
Animals Dying, Stupid "Latest" Technology
We're Fine With What We Have At The Moment!
We Don't Need To Be Completely Lazy!
Like Come On! Wheelchairs And Helicopters For Fatasses!
Bullying Because You're A Douch That Doesn't Even Know Them!
This World Has Gone Idiotic! While I'm Here Going Mad!
Because Of This, I Lock Myself In And Escape Reality...
Fanfiction, Anime, Literature, Blasting Music, Art, Amazing Video Games!
School Has Gone Down Hill, If Students Of Where I Live Don't Want School,
Then They Can Go Fuck Whores And Let The Poor And Ones Willing To Learn In!
If They Wanna Die Because They Don't Know
Food RandomnessNothing less awesome than finding a hair in your food...Food Randomness2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
... your own hair!
Der GeburtstagsmorgenIch wache auf, es ist Mittwoch. Zwischen Anfang und Ende der Woche strebt man immer dem Ende entgegen und somit dem ersehnten Anfang. Ich bleibe noch liegen, noch fünf Minuten – die alltäglichen. Doch heute wachte ich nicht in meinem Bett auf. Das Sofa auf welches ich liege ist hart und braun, der Stoff spärlich gerillt. Es fröstelt mich, nur die cremefarbene Bettwäsche hält mich warm. Wo bin ich? Achja. Ich erinnere mich. Es ist die Angewohnheit, die mich überlegen lässt. Ich schaue auf die Uhr, deren Ziffern giftgrün in der Ferne leuchten. Ich muss meinen Kopf zur Seite recken. Es ist 7:12 Uhr und ich bleibe liegen, ich habe Zeit. War heute nicht etwas besonderes? Außer der Umstand, dass ich heute nicht in meinem Bett aufgewacht bin? Draußen scheint die Sonne. Ich überlege und es fällt mir wieder ein, der Grund weshalb ich hier liege: Der Geburtstags eines Freundes! Dieser schläft wohl noch im Zimmer nebenan.Der Geburtstagsmorgen1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Scarlette Caraway's BioName: Scarlette Caraway • Codename: SilverScarlette Caraway's Bio1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Age: 22 Years Of Age
Birth Date: June 5th, 1993
Species: Human/Goddess ; Don't really know yet (Magic Powers)
Race: Isn't that species? LoL Human
Family: Mother/Father/Only Child
Best friend: N/A
Past Love Interests: N/A
Current Love Interest: N/A Yet
Main Enemy(ies): N/A Yet
Likes: Pie (lol), magic, calm people, mystery, adventure, the colors green & silver, etc...
Dislikes: Energetic people, clingy people, stupid people, most people, occasionally fire & ice, etc...
Appearance: Red hair (naturally, not dyed), light pale blue eyes, etc...
Skin Tone(s): Fair
Extra Anatomy: N/A Yet
Body Type: Idk...?
Weight: 128 lb (lol idk)
Personality: First: Shy, energetic; Second (now): Dark, closed off to people, sarcastic, calm, etc...
Goals in life: To
After Midnight I was asleep when the earthquake hit. I was dreaming when two white water walls conquered the man-made ones. They quickly grew fat on the blood of the land, turned black. I don’t remember what my dreams were about. I might have been beyond reverie at that point. For me, it was 1:46 in the morning. For them, it was The End.After Midnight8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I woke up seven hours later, and 11,000 people were dead. Mom made me French toast. I went to school.
The Tōhoku earthquake was born underwater and hit Japan with a magnitude of 9.0 and only two minutes’ allowance for a nationwide warning. Tōhoku’s tsunami followed like a nightmare afterbirth averaged at 33 feet; no alert system could get the citizens high enough in time. Boats smashed into cars smashed into houses, a kaleidoscope of silt wat
Why are They so Tall? Japan has a tree in its name. It is a tiny country with towering things, California-sized but not flat and sand-silken. The forests are hollow, they green through the winter, Fuji is solid and snows in the summer, and buildings climb hills liked tile-horned goats born to defy acrophobia. Nihon is “Japan” in Japanese. The letters of its name mean sun origin, or sun tree. Ni (日) and hon (本), sun and tree; the tiny, hollowly forested country stretching for the singular star in Earth’s solar system, like its mountain goat buildings, has no fear of heights. Humans fly and swim horizons just to see the tallest things in Japan.Why are They so Tall?8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Kinkaku-ji, the Temple of Gold (金閣寺)
Kinkaku-ji sits alone and golden-sk