A Rant“Cheer up. You have a lot of things to be thankful for that others don’t have. You’re pretty, you’re smart, and your parents are together.”A Rant3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
If someone says those words again, I think I might snap.
Just about everyone has a metaphoric anchor—typically a discomforting circumstance or memory—that brings him or her down. Mine is my familial situation.
A lot of people are misled to believe that I’ve had a supportive, loving upbringing. Nothing is farther from the truth. Yes, my biological parents are married. Marriage is not synonymous to happiness though, and in this case, is quite the opposite. My mom says she would’ve left my dad a long time ago if it weren’t for this—my brother is disabled. It’s a struggle caring for him, and I can’t imagine one person doing it. Thus, I can’t really blame my mom for staying with my father. However, the situation we’re in due to the fact that we’re all still i
Note to My Past SelfThis is an important message from the future.Note to My Past Self3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You’re still broken, and I know it hurts, but it’s time to move on. Just forgive yourself. It’s over now. That was all a year ago.
When you wrote that poem, you had no idea that your friend was going to snatch it from you and give it to him. (Don’t worry, I won’t mention his name.) Everyone saw that you had done it, and they respected you for your bravery.
But you saw it differently. You didn’t hear respect. You thought you heard laughing, and it killed you. You were so embarrassed. You ended up going to bed every night wishing you could just disappear or make him disappear.
After that, you decided that you were no longer going to make the first move. You gave up pushing to get your way and went to the back of the line voluntarily. You became someone different.
And you made it worse by trying to text him and apologize for everything that had happened. He may not have responded, but you dwelt on that mista
Eleven and unaffectedI've been this tall since I was eleven.Eleven and unaffected3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sure I've filled out a bit since then. A teenage pregnancy rewarded me with these hips and tits and a waist line that likes to fluctuate.
I don’t remember mum being self conscious in my younger years. No, that came much later, during my formative years. Her crash dieting, and liver cleansing detox’s didn't occur until my mid teens. Many may remark that it was pretty shitty timing; however, it didn't seem to affect me. I was fairly grounded. I can’t say that I loved my body; I didn't hate it either. I guess to me it was just the thing that carried me around and I never really took much notice of it. Sure I explored it, in parts, though I never really stood back and took it in as a whole.
At 5’10” I was very tall and considered to be quite slender, sometimes even referred to as being lanky. As long as I could remember I was size 12 (because of my height my mother would say) and every time I stood on the scales it was a
Day 1118th May, Sunday/ Deva-Brad (approx: 35 km- TOTAL: 385 km)Day 119 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After a little sightseeing in Deva, I headed towards Brad, which in Romanian means " fir tree". And I got exactly what it means, along the way there were trees everywhere, and I also had to climb long hills, as I climbed a 461 m altitude road. It was quite difficult to climb it which I did mostly on feet, pedalling would have been excruciatingly hard. However, I was most delighted once I reached the top of the hill, and going down was really awesome; as you can imagine, I went down really fast ignoring the fact that the road had a serpentine shape with very dangerous curves. But I felt too great to give a crap, plus the sun was also setting down, so I was also in a bit of a hurry. Once I arrived to the town, I immediately spotted what I was looking for a very long time, a two-star pension with a computer hooked to the Internet, where I could finally start posting all my adventurous stories on the World Wide Web and
EssenceA Gemini, born June 14th, 1989. I like high places, working hard, and playing harder...Life and Death are beautiful stories told a million different ways by a million different people. I speak riddles to make life challenging. I pull emotions to keep you in tune. I pick and poke your every dimension to mirror your soul for you to see; show up and take control of your mind to pull you into mine. I set you free from whatever reality your in to the formless world of creation where you can imagine your sweetest dreams, so i can wake you up to see a world made just for you. Take a trip into infinity and see what you can learn.. A universe in a multiverse with you as its single purpose.. Did you know you were so amazing?Essence11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When people ask, "How did you get this way?" I tell them about my insanity before i found the will to stop my repetition..in my mind, so i could in my life...
What happened was in a moment i could feel it all, and i realized how dark and numb i had become. I realize my spiri
A Drunken Journey into the WildernessSome time ago on my journey of introspection, I gave up the path as I promised I would. I have stumbled upon my destination, a small limestone formation somewhere deep in the forest. The relative silence is punctuated by the desperate, lovelorn cries of a thousand insects, their tragic brevity disallowing the indulgent niceties of saccharine small-talk. The saturated earth of a dying creek bed is in stark contrast to the acrid aroma of the stale tobacco smoke billowing from my mouth and nose like clouds from the lungs of some ancient, ethereal giant. I saunter listlessly into a single angelic ray of light, now only a silhouette against my limestone beacon. I am suddenly alive with the beauty of this place, a humble zygote bathed in the amniotic fluid of the mid-western wilderness.A Drunken Journey into the Wilderness1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There is no pretense here. There is only me, my six-legged, hopelessly romantic contemporaries, the indomitable foliage, and the trickling stream between my toes. I hope against reason to somehow comfort the
Character Bio: AvilaName: AvilaCharacter Bio: Avila2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Occupation: Pokemon trainer
Birth: April 4
Family: He is the little brother of the trainer Hecbet
Age: 16 years old
Avila is member of the group of 5 pokemon trainers auto called “Pokemasters”, and he is more violent in battle compared to the other and because of it he can´t participate in competitions the only challenge that now can do is try to beat any of the 6 elites fours but like his teammates hadn´t choose a elite to challenge
Since he was a children had interest in be a pokemon trainer like his brother he was the last in join to the group of “pokemasters” due of his short age when he start his travel in johto when his brothers send him an egg that after 2 months caring of it, finally hatched he notice something amazing because it isn’t was a pokemon from johto it was from unova a little blue fox it was shiny zorua he called her kitsune, they train as hard as they can then
Death Battle Analysis - M. BisonDeath Battle Analysis - M. BisonDeath Battle Analysis - M. Bison2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Background: While his full name is unknown, M. Bison stands at 5'11" (180 cm) and weighs 154 lbs (78 kg). Raised by gypsies, M. Bison is 59 years old. He is a dictator who trained in Soul Power. His fighting style is Shadaloo-ISM.
Psycho Power: M. Bison uses his soul as destructive energy, creating Psycho Power. Using only negative energies, this gives him telekinesis, flight, psychic brainwashing, teleportation, and soul transference. However, this is destructive to the users body.
Move Set: M. Bison possesses a Move Set of destructive moves, such as the Psycho Cannon, the Psycho Field, the Scissor Kick, the Head Stomp, the Somersault Skull Diver, the Bison Warp (a teleportation move), and the Psycho Crusher.
Final M. Bison: Also known as True Bison and Shin Bison, M. Bison accesses the full potential of his Psycho Power, becoming Final M. Bison, his strongest form. This has an Unlimited Super Meter in the game, has little physical improvement, has no
Death Battle Analysis - Shao KhanDeath Battle Analysis - Shao KahnDeath Battle Analysis - Shao Khan2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Background: Standing at 7'2" (218 cm) and weighing 400 lbs (181 kg), Emperor Shao Kahn the Konquerer is the Emperor of Outworld. Over 10,000 years old, he is the former ambassador of the Elder Gods. His fighting styles include Tai Tzu (AKA traditional long fist) and Lui He (AKA six-combination boxing).
-Wrath Hammer: This hammer can be summoned from mid-air, is far larger than real mauls, requires superhuman strength to wield, and is sometimes used as a throwing weapon.
-Sword of Shao Kahn: This has only been seen in the crappy TV show
Sorcery: Shao Kahn's sorcery includes minor telekinesis, brainwashing, teleportation, can summon weapons, can create energy weapons, and has the power of soul manipulation.
Move Set: Shao Kahn's Move Set includes Charging Spikes, Upward Shoulder, Light Spear, Explosive Ball, Mystic Choke, the Emperor's Shield, Eye Beams, and the Soulnado.
Weaknesses: No known weaknesses
Best way to defeat: Using long ranged move
Death Battle Analysis - Lion-ODeath Battle Analysis - Lion-ODeath Battle Analysis - Lion-O2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Background: Standing at 6'4" (1.9 m) and weighing 225 lbs (102 kg), Lion-O is the Lord of the Thundercats and is a Thunderian. After barely escaping the destruction of his home world, the Lord of Thundera sent 5 nobles to uphold the royal lineage on another world. But during the trip a capsule malfunction caused Lion-O to age from a child to an adult. So, his age is 13 but physically he is 23. He was trained by ThunderCat nobles and has command over all cats.
Abilities: Lion-O has all the abilities of a cat, such as Superhuman agility and senses. He also has enhanced senses. For example, while a human's nose has 5 million odor sensitive cells, a cat's has over 200 million. Humans can also only hear 20,000 kertz, whereas a cat can hear 100,000 hertz. He also has panoramic vision, is 6 times stronger than humans (proportionately), and his whiskers can scan for safety. He was also forced to mature on the battlefield, but is a quick learner.
Sword of Omens: T
Death Battle Analysis - He-ManDeath Battle Analysis - He-ManDeath Battle Analysis - He-Man2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Background: Standing at 6'11" (2.1 m) and weighing 320 lbs (145 kg), Prince Adam is a descendent of King Grayskull. One day, a birdclad sorceress gave him the secret powers of Castle Grayskull. He was then transformed into He-Man, and is thus the leader of the Heroic Warriors. He was trained by the Man-at-Arms and Teela. He is apparently an excellent singer.
Powers: He-Man possesses Herculean strength, Super durability, Super speed, Super breath, can create a tornado, and is an acrobatic.
Arsenal: He-Man's arsenal includes Bolas, a grappling hook, and a Horodite battle harness which multiples his strength by ten. However, his strongest and main weapon of choice is the Power Sword, which is indestructible, has a boomerang throw, deflects destructive rays, is merged with the Sword of the Ancients, and has other magical properties.
Battle Cat: Standing a 5 (1.5 m) on all fours and weighing 500 lbs (226.8 kg), Battle Cat was originally Cringer, He-Man's adopt
the man in the yellow raincoat [based on a story my little brother told me]the man in the yellow raincoat 1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Bored with the familiar sceneries of their home municipality, a group of young men in their early 20's decided to head down Road 9 towards Turku. It was a snowy winter night, but they were cozy in the warmth of the old, red Mitsubishi Carisma, blasting off music from the bass-boosted speakers the owner and driver had installed.
The group came by a remote road leading up a steep hill, surrounded by flat fields. The headlights of the car cut through the snowflakes that were the size of saucers as the engine roared and the tyres grinded against the snowy-and-icy road. They got to the top, and their laughter changed to yelps of surprise: there was someone standing in the middle of the road! Someone with unkempt, greasy-looking hair and a yellow raincoat hanging about them. The driver passed the figure, but stopped five hundred metres later, wondering out lout who the man was and whether he was hurt.
A friend of the driver sitting on the b