My List1. I have loved, and I have lost, neither in the way that you would expect. This isn't a typical autobiography, so you'll just have to bear with me.My List9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. I've tried to write down my life many times, but can never seem to get to the end. Previously, I've written poems, essays, and unintelligible gibberish on the subject. Thus, my current format, as you see before you, is a list.
3. Most of these sentences are going to begin with "I". That is the nature of humans, myself, and autobiographies.
4. I shall warn you right now, if you are expecting a story of a little misfit that has a horrible beginning but somehow scrapes together a happy ending, this list isn't for you. In fact, I suppose you could say that my life is reversed: it began sweet and happy, and has gotten progressively worse throughout the years. Again, I am unsure of how this story will end. Right now, I'm just giving you a heads up that the ending isn't looking so great, at the moment.
5. That was just a brief introduction. Th
Hilda (2,986w) “At my age, there’s only so much you can do.”Hilda (2,986w)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You say that every time I visit, hands pressed unconsciously against the backs of your hips. They’re purpled and thin, those hands; the skin stretching over your knuckle bones is thinner than college grade paper, and when you greet me with a hug, I feel as though I’m holding a history book. Still, as you lead me through the wall-less line between living room and dining room, your steps are steady and unaided by any walker.
You are a little woman living in a little house, and the town we share isn’t that large either. As the kettle whines and you rustle around in the kitchen for tea fixings, I can’t help but wonder how cramped life must seem to you. Do these double-packed bookshelves cut too far into wh
quince.Eine bleibende Kindheitserinnerung von mir ist, als unser Fernseher kaputt ging. Unser Vater verfrachtete seine Söhne ins Auto, fuhr ins Fachgeschäft und kaufte einen neuen Fernseher. Einfach so, ohne lang herumzufackeln. Das hatte mich tief beeindruckt. Irgendwie hatte ich erwartet, er würde die Sache auf seine übliche Art und Weise angehen: mehrere Geschäfte aufsuchen, Tagelang Angebote vergleichen, das beste Preis-Leistungs-Verhältnis finden, den Verkäufer zu einem Rabatt überreden und noch einmal darüber schlafen – solche Dinge. Aber ein Fernseher war für meinen Vater ein Artikel des täglichen Bedarfs, wie eine Rolle WC-Papier. Ist die alte leer, muss sofort eine neue her.quince.1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ähnlich machte es meine Zimmernachbarin in der WG, als sie von ihrem Freund verlassen wurde. Sie schminkte sich, ging hinaus und kam mit einem neuen zurück. Ich war ziemlich verblüfft.
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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?Essence3 days 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
Snails!I was 8 years old and a generally average child. I was with my family in our backyard cooking out. It had just rained and all of the snails were out. Being the little explorer I was, I decided to walk around my yard and examine these little slimy things. Now, I'm not someone who believes in love at first sight, but this was a perfect example of it. I was so fascinated with the snails and my surrounding family members were completely confused as to why. Eventually, my 11 year old brother saw this as a keen chance to be a bully. He grabbed one of the snails I had and the container of salt we had laying out and tried to salt the poor thing. "Donovan no!", I yelled as loud as I could. Just then, my father grabbed the salt out of my brother's hand and began to chew him out, "YOUR LITTLE SISTER REALLY LIKES THESE SNAILS AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE TRYING TO TAKE THEM FROM HER, YOUNG MAN!", he barked. Needless to say, my slimy friend lived to see another day.Snails!7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After all of this, snails became a big d
LeaderboardsXander is better than me at everything. And as I watch my body erupt in a shower of lumpy gore around an exploding rocket, I am never more aware of the fact.Leaderboards16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I swear, loudly and angrily, and take a sip of Coke. I hear him laugh from a few seats up: brash, confident, mocking. He knows it, too.
I put the can down and tap impatiently at the mouse, desperately trying to get into battle as quickly as possible. Numbers on-screen tick down in seconds which feel like minutes. I'm losing time and he's getting even further ahead. I click harder, faster, as if to speed up the countdown until my respawn. I swear again, this time I'd-
A whoosh and a zoom and a flood of mind-cleansing adrenaline as my avatar is thrust back into the battle arena. I hit the ground sprinting and gun down Doug before he can claim the Rocket Launcher, grab the weapon for myself, and instantly swerve from side to side to avoid a rush of incoming plasma. I take in the room in less than a heartbeat, skip around the s
Post-It Notes to 14-Year-Old MeTaped to an unmade bed:Post-It Notes to 14-Year-Old Me1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hey. It's future you. I left you some post-it notes. I think I'm supposed to do this with a big letter, but knowing your attitude you'll probably chuck it in the trash after the first paragraph. I'll stick with post-its; they're flexible. Seriously, you should see where I stuck some of them – and you will find them. I know everything you do and why you're doing it. I know all. Fear me.
Um, scratch the fear part. I'm supposed to be giving you advice. Please listen to me – you're a big girl and you'll save yourself a lot of damage in the future. But I guess even if you ignore me, the internet will get a good laugh at your expense.
Yes, this how small your handwriting gets, because I stuck all this on a single post-it. You'll make your future math teachers cry.
Taped to the shower head:
Please use this. I mean please use it more than once a week. When people ask you how often you bathe, they're not necessarily making fun of you. When your
Nothing Less Than Randomness #1~YearbooksSince three weeks ago, I've really understood why yearbooks are so funny. The reason is that I've got the yearbook of twenty years ago from my principal because I'm going to write a column about the history of my school in the new schoolpaper.Nothing Less Than Randomness #1~Yearbooks2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It will be the first edition and it will be published next week, so I hope that everyone will like it!
Of course it is funny to see how the school was looking like twenty years ago but the most funny things are the pictures. Not the pictures of the students - I don't know any of them - but the pictures of the teachers!!!
So I spent a whole afternoon laughing and looking to that pictures. Some teachers haven't changed at
Characters Bio: DiegoName: DiegoCharacters Bio: Diego8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Occupation: Pokemon Trainer
Birth: January 29
Family: He hadn´t say anything abuot his family
Diego is part of the pokemasters group, he have an special rivality with his teammate Jony, His natal region is johto and he came from the new bark town, he received his first pokemon in the laboratory of professor Elm, He choose a Cyndaquill that he called Marsh and since that day they became very close friends.
Like the others he have his own battle style that is based on strategy using status attacks and waiting for his opponent next move just for intercept it and searching a weak point, the trainers that have battled him says that his thyplosion can burn everything but he knows how to have that power under control because his battle style is battle for fun and learn more about pokemons.
He finally got all the badges of each region when he was only 20 years old after a long travel ending in the kalos region, now like the others he h
The Diaries of an Internet-goer: Ch. 1I've found during my time online that sometimes things get out of hand and serious in many places I've taken the time to be a part of or observe. I don't know why exactly, it just happens it seems. Arguments, disagreements, backstabbings, friends throwing away friends for someone who isn't worth it. It's made me realize I enjoy my life outside of the computer much more than online.The Diaries of an Internet-goer: Ch. 11 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let me start with one instance.
Some years ago, I was a part of this awesome forum on Fanfiction.net called The Fate. I used to be really good friends with the admin named Storm. It was a fun place, and it got me away from just RPing cat characters. I had fun, we all did.
The admin ended up making a few bad choices, picked fights with a group from another forum and brought the drama to The Fate. People targeted her because she made a big deal about things that were harmless. In turn, I and others were often caught in between because Storm couldn't stop dragging things on.
Day 1219th May, Monday/ Brad-? (approx: 0 km-TOTAL: 385 km)Day 122 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once I woke up in the morning, I went to the store, bought some food for the entire day to chew on and went down straight to work. I typed all-day long and once I had everything saved on the DESKTOP, I started posting my stories on the Web. Of course, the old computer kept freezing once in a while, but nothing too annoying. However, once I reached day 5 of my journey, the unthinkable happened: the computer wouldn't load Windows no matter how many times I restarted it so I couldn't post all what I typed. I was really mad and depressed that I worked so much and I couldn't post it all. Of course, I had to book a room for another night and by doing so, I only remained with 40 lei. This definitely gives me a deja-vu feeling when I first went away from home towards Bistrita with the same amount of money. But this time, I won't give up so easily like the last time; I'm too determined to reach as far as possible, even if it mea
Day 1118th May, Sunday/ Deva-Brad (approx: 35 km- TOTAL: 385 km)Day 113 days 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
An ExperienceOkay so one there was this one day that I can remember, I wouldn’t say remember, more like a faded out memory, I really don’t know exactly what I’m going to write about here in the next few minutes trying to write this, so I’m just going to go a long with it. So back to the faded out memory, the experience that I’ll try not to forget is the time when I first got to high school. I actually do want to forget that year, but I really can’t. This was a whole new school, I barely knew anybody, most of my friends all went to the rivaling school. I hated my freshman year of high school. I didn’t like it what so ever. Everyone was new to me, everything was new to me. It took me a few weeks to adjust and to get to know some people, but I still didn’t feel like I fit in, I don’t ever think I will by the end of this year, nor do I care. I screwed up a lot that year, but I don’t really care, we learn right, I made a lot friends that I shouAn Experience11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
DogsSo I love the /r/NoSleep community. I have never posted anything because I've never had anything to tell, until now. I have no idea what happened that night but everything I tell you is 100% true as I saw it. I want some community feedback to maybe answer some of my questions.Dogs2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So it was the end of the summer, August 15th to be exact, before my freshman year at the University of Nevada Reno. My girlfriend, and two best friends were driving around all day in my 2004 Subaru forester. It was about 6:00 P.M. when we decided we should head up to Boca Reservoir to go skinny dipping. Boca is about halfway between Reno and Truckee on I-80. So we start the drive and we take the exit up to Boca reservoir. We get to Boca and realize that there are people all over the place and that we don't really want to nude up in front of all of them. Now, the nice thing about Boca is Stampede Reservoir is about 15 minutes up the road from Boca, this difference however means Stampede doesn't see many people. We