KindnessIt was my birthday recently. I didn't do much, big parties have never been my 'thing'.Kindness2 days 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
High Seas with Tom / page #1Fishing On The “High Seas” with TomHigh Seas with Tom / page #12 days 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
Etats d'ameCher CupidonEtats d'ame2 days 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 soit 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
Annum Unum, account closing and about MykanSo this is it, one week from now in February 8 this account marks one year since its debut here on DA. Surprisingly it hasn't been suspended despite breaking many rules but its end has been announced.Annum Unum, account closing and about Mykan1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm not going to apologize for my actions but I'm also not going to partake in any further trolling involving Michael Mikulak. The guy's already being tortured in his own home, which is a fate far worse than what some random strangers on the internet can give him for 5 years in a row now. I just hope for the best in him and that he snaps out of his fantastical bounds that hinder him from progressing, as well as having someone break into his house and save him from his parents' overcoddling claws that- to me- seem to comfort him majorly for the government welfare money he receives for his "disabilities".
Having said that, it is best to at the very least call it a truce with him; the first time I met him he wasn't really annoying or much of an asshole to me on Youtube nor was I to him in re
Petrified To PlummetWhy can’t I just do it? I find myself in the position of starring at death once again in its face and all I have to do is take that little pigeon step forward to follow through with it, but I freeze and he just stands there laughing at me, taunting me that I haven’t got the guts to do it. I would stand on the edge of a cliff or find myself in places that would see my demise in seconds, and I paralyze myself against my will and I become static, bound to the floor and breathing gently coinciding to my slow heartbeat.Petrified To Plummet10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My hair sticks up all over my body to grab the warmth in the air around me, attempting to make me feel again, to make me snap out of this phase I find myself in from time to time. You would have thought I’d have learned the first or second time in the past, learned that I’m too petrified to take that leap of faith into a better life, feel the seconds or minutes of pain to feel a lifetime of freedom afterwards.
On one occasion I found myself on a cliff
Memoirs of Thiebault #52 - Odds and ends I arrived in Tours on 2 June; following the established protocol, I had three people to visit on the first day: the divisional general, the archbishop and the prefect. Each visit has its own importance, and from Paris I had prepared them, that is, I had gathered information, not about General Liébert whom I already knew, but about the archbishop and the prefect. This was how M. de Boisgelin, who had arrived about the same time as me, and whom I saw even before he settled there1, was surprised when I talked to him, not so much about the very honourable part he had played in the Estates Generals and in the Constituent Assembly, and of his part in the Concordat, but about the monuments he had previously left in Provence2; he seemed touched, and the praise I had about this along with the memories of Notre-Dame earnMemoirs of Thiebault #52 - Odds and ends1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Traumtagebuch 5. Geschichte: Kurzer Traum30.03.2013Traumtagebuch 5. Geschichte: Kurzer Traum13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Letzte Nacht war der Traum recht simpel. Ich redete mit einer Person, die ich nicht sehen konnte, vielleicht sogar mit dem unbewussten Selbst. Diese erzählte mir, das gerade eine Veränderung in mir stattfinde, ich solle diese jedoch nicht fürchten, sondern akzeptieren.
Anschließend erzählte sie mir vom richtigen Arbeiten und Merken von Dingen, die ich leider vergessen habe.
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 #22 days 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
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.Memories2 days 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
Red BricksRed bricks are New Mexico.Red Bricks6 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They are red bricks remembered as red bricks even though the reality was tan stucco: the old, jagged kind that will tear up your skin like a cheese grater if you aren’t careful. They are Gallup, New Mexico in August, sometime between 1998 and 2000. I know it because I still had only one brother and somewhere between four and two grandparents, yet it’s hard to know whether it was when we were there for her or for him; uncertain because of that age when months in the form of “and-a-quarters” and “and-a-halves” somehow count more than years, as if maybe children know without understanding that it’s the smaller increments of time that matter most. I tell myself I have forgotten because with some things, remembering the when and the objective reality of a thing, if there is that, isn’t as important as simply knowing it happened – even in the misremembering.
Red-bricks-that-were-stucco are deep
My LetterI’m sitting here in this empty room with just my desk, glass of whiskey, and a pen and paper while I'm thinking of the words to say to you, and the neighbourhood’s had a power cut so I’m sat in darkness being only illuminated by candlelight, leaning back on my seat looking out the window where my desk backs onto the bottom of the window sill. I’d gotten as far as writing your name at the top of the paper before I sat back in the chair, zoning out and just gazing, sipping on the matured whiskey. Clear night sky spread out in front of me and the memories come flooding back, thinking of your smile and your bouncy nature, and the way that you made me feel special without doing anything apart from you being you.My Letter10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I go to my draw on the left side of the desk that’s permanently locked with some prized small possessions and my writing instrument that’s filled with sentimental value, pull away the pieces that are protecting the back of the draw, and bring out
I Lied For YouI'm going to confess to you that I lie to you, I have done all these years, and I probably will do in the future if nothing changes. I lie though not to hurt your feelings, I would never intentionally ever want to make you down, depressed or cry, I do it to keep dreams and hopes for us alive still. I only tell these white lies so that you will never be repulsed by the sight of me like I am of myself, I only ever want to make you happy and keep you in my life, I want you to look at me all the time and see that when I talk about you that it’s all truth in every word I utter.I Lied For You10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, I lie when I see you meeting up with other guys, I lie when I answer you back when you say that I can have any girls I want, yes I do lie when I tell you there’s never anyone who would ever take me. The truth is girls around my neck of the woods are a dime a dozen, they’re all the same and they follow the sad, pathetic culture that circulates until it’s stale, they all look the same and t
MesekMesékMesek2 days 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
My Thoughts Have Voices“You're nothing. A waste of space. Vermin to the world around you. You’ll never amount to anything. No one cares about you. You’re wretched, you’re right to think you shouldn’t live. You’ve been a loner all your life, everyone that’s ever loved you has disappeared, I’m cemented inside you and you can't shake me. You’ve been nothing but a failure since you were born, you’re thoughts are sick and you over analyse everything until its dead; like you inside. End your shameful existence with that knife in front of you, go on, you know it makes sense. Everything sucks for you, and there’s a past that will prove it. Everyone dies someday, why not make yours today?” SHUT UP!My Thoughts Have Voices10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I can't tear my face off quick enough to try and make the voices leave me, it’s like hearing them whisper in each ear and their words bounce off the walls from shouting from afar, it’s enough to reduce me to what is the nothingness I am bei
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'ries3 days 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,
Where is the Frog?Where can you find me?Where is the Frog?7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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Others are like in hiatus but if you wish to keep following me there, go on.
My SurpriseIt’s the one time of year that all families get together and celebrate the birth of someone thousands of years ago, but yet not everyone believes in him, each to their own I guess! But one thing this year is I'm not able to spend it with someone I truly care about, the one person I'd love to have woken up to this morning and given presents to, the girl I'm mad about that’s with her family right now instead of next to me. We all unwrap each other’s presents in my household and have the champagne breakfast, but with the smile across my face, I'm still sad inside because the smile I have on my face is the one I want to see from her as she opened the presents I looked and searched long and hard for.My Surprise10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I save myself through the day and made sure I was under the limit to drive, I had it in my mind that I was going to travel to hers and surprise her, spring up on her and shower her with these gifts I'm dying to give her. The huge family roast dinner is promptly put away in the
Lonely HeartI often wondered to myself, how will I die? Was there really a reason for me to continue living? I mean, yeah, I’ve lied about my grades a few times, just so I didn’t get in trouble. Because, man, does getting in trouble hurt 5000 more times than lectures. I couldn’t really understand English. When I was in China I would always wake up at 6AM to go to school. Not really understand what’s going on at school. Go home at 6PM. Spend an hour to eat dinner. Then from 7 to 11PM, I would end up stuck doing math homework. I’m not the smartest, I know that. I’ve been yelled at by my mother a lot because I couldn’t understand how to count correctly. I would always score badly in school on math and Chinese tests. That’s the only two subjects I had. My dad made me feel like I was actually important, telling me not to worry. There’s always second chances.Lonely Heart1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We came to America on March 8th, 2005. It was the first time I’ve seen snow. It was pr
Everything I SeeEverything I see it reminds me of you, I turn a corner in a street and I see the spot where our hearts were stolen by each other, and we both knew that at that moment we were meant to be together. I dig deeper into the town and see the jewellery store on the corner of the hidden road set behind the colossal branded names that fronted the main road where I saw the ring that would leave you speechless, the shop front that hooked me in with its antique façade, but boasted the finest craftwork of diamonds that were understated by the band but were equally exquisitely simple. Just around the corner from that shop is the back alley way we snuck off to on many a night out with our friends, the alley we’d run to just so we could have five minutes alone, five minutes to get lost in each other’s eyes once again and feel the softness of our lips with our eyes closed.Everything I See10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It probably doesn’t help that I hold all of the pictures of you so close to me still, and that I'm still the
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.2 days 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 2009-20102 days 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
Beautifully Shattered“Fine! Let’s talk then. It’s obviously more important to you that you know than how it makes me feel to talk about it” her fists were balled tightly by her side, nails digging into her palms as she glared at him.Beautifully Shattered3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Woah…that’s not true and you know it. It isn’t about me knowing your secrets, it’s about you trusting me…about you feeling comfortable and opening up about things. It kills me inside to know how much you’re hurting—to see it in your eyes every time something spooks you, or reminds you. You’ve never even said the words…we’ve only danced around the topic—only talked about the fact that it exists. Honey…it happened. It was horrible and dark, and never should’ve happened to you, but it did. It shaped who you became, and I love you so completely that I don’t know which was is up some days. I just want to help…help you get past it.”
“How?! By bringing
Traumtagebuch 4. Geschichte28.03.2013Traumtagebuch 4. Geschichte13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Letzte Nacht träumte ich von meinem Handout. Dieses hatte ich noch nicht fertig, also fragte ich die Lehrerin um Rat. Diese gab mir noch eine Zusatzaufgabe für mein Handout („Klasse“, dachte ich).
Ich sollte von einer bestimmten Person Bilder machen und sie interviewen. Jedoch musste ich sie erst einmal finden und dafür brauchte ich Infos. Aus diesem Grund fragte ich die Lehrerin, die mir nur wenige Informationen gab, jedoch tippte ich diese in eine Internetsuchmaschine ein und machte einen Background-research an ihr. Somit fand ich ihren Aufenthaltsort.
Sie war im Ausland, also musste ich extra dahin fliegen und landete in einer großen Stadt, wo ich mich erst einmal verlief. Als ich den richtigen Weg fand, steckte ich an einer Ampel fest, diese sprang ständig um und die Kreuzung veränderte sich ständig. Ich kam nicht weiter und landete dauernd an der selben Stelle der Straße. Ein überqueren schien unmöglich.
My Four SinsStanding at the front where the preacher expresses the ways in which to rid yourself of sins and repent for all your wrongs, the late afternoon sun shines through the coloured glass with the saviour hanging up high, watching everyone in the pews beneath him. Kneeling to the floor I shut my eyes and left the sunlight ricochet off of my face, extending my arms to the side of me exposing my body, expecting something from a greater being to happen to me. Alone in this derelict church, my heavy breathing echo’s and bounces off the ancient walls, and gets caught and captured in the cubby-holes and crevasses.My Four Sins10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I remain knelt and motionless until the remainder of the sun sets behind the horizon, still waiting for something to happen to me, expecting my body to be taken over leaving me submissive and helpless. I open my eyes half imagining someone to be standing in front of me or to the side of me just staring, but I’m alone left on the cold dusty floor, in a room being filled by the