At Mother's SideAt Mother's Side1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We don’t get to choose what happens in our lives. Our real greatness shines when we win with the bad hand we are dealt. My mother, Olga Illuminada Pineda, was a brilliant woman. She was inspiring, energetic, and had undying love for her entire family. I will carry her teachings and words of encouragement for the rest of my life, now more than ever. She was never photogenic, so I don’t have many photos to remember her by. However, I stumbled across an old video she filmed of me at a swim meet. The video shows my thirteen-year-old self swimming my heart out in a 200 freestyle. Throughout the entire race, I am locked in a deadly duel for first with my rival at the time. It isn’t until the final lap that I kick it into overdrive and beat him to the wall.
As I begin to pick up speed, my beloved mother can finally be h
CatharsisWretched — purgingCatharsis1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Once Upon an Imaginary FriendOnce Upon an Imaginary Friend3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
If I had a cigar every time I pulled into the driveway just too sit there and stare into oblivion before I walked into the house, I'd have throat cancer. Regardless of the doom that impends on me like a dark cloud waiting to leech into my soul and drown me, being able to collect my thoughts with fire on the tongue always feels a little better.
In winter, the mere fact that I smoke more than I do in the summer scares me. Every winter I think to myself - This is the one that will push me over the edge and I will get hooked till I regret life altogether.
Of course, that's not the case. Forever I had this little voice laugh at me and tell me, "That’s not going to happen. You’d never allow yourself to be like that anyways!" Which, that little birdy rings true. I could never let myself slip like that. Makoto, my one and only support system, pulls me through the darkness when I don’t want to go on. Bearing the weight of my depression and picking me up with a smile or
The Ghost from the ClosetThis is a story bout my buddy Mistgod :iconMistgod: and his childhood ghost from the closet. It is a true story. This story illustrates the double edged sword of a powerful imagination.The Ghost from the Closet3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As a child Davie (Mistgod) would have trouble sleeping, just as he does as an adult. His dreams were extremely vivid and colorful and often the dreams continued for a while even after he awakened. It was terrifying to a seven year old. One of those waking nightmares was the ghost in the bedroom closet.
For a while, each night he would hear shuffling noises coming from the closet. He would cry and scream, waking his brothers up and his parents. They would tell him it was only a dream or his imagination. Eventually they tired so much of this they quit consoling him and just ignored him. So he suffered in terrified silence. Something was definitely moving in that closet!
He would fall asleep and dream bout it. In t
The Game that is War - Chapter OneThe Game that is War - Chapter One3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Gigzymandias. Those who know me, know the rest of that quote, though whether the idea behind that particular jumble of words, mashed together to form meaning, is known to them is entirely up to how well they know me. So it goes.
I used to be just like everyone else in this alternative virtual universe, this Greco-Roman reproduction of every ancient war ever waged, plagued by the idea imposed by the creators of this universe, that sickening over-capitalism was the foundations of the "ineffable MachineZone corporation" and only the wealthy and fortune-burning crime bosses or twelve year olds sneaking their parent's credit cards would ever be fabulously well-to-do within this warlike universe. Anyone else was entitled to a great big heap of doodley-squat. And so on.
It was my goal to disprove the creators of this alternate universe.
To properly understand the ideas behind this un-blanketing of my memory, one must first understand the chronology of this retelling. Which is why i
veinte.Am Donnerstagabend geschah noch ein Wunder und dann flogen wir zurück. Nico und ich sassen auf der Plaza de la Santa Ana, und gaben uns Mühe, etwas zu Essen zu bestellen, was in Spanien nie einfach ist. Man ist entweder zu früh oder zu spät oder sie machen gerade Siesta. Julia setzte sich drei Meter weiter vorne mit dem Rücken zu uns hin. Einfach so. Aus dem Nichts wie der Urknall. „Mein Gott, da ist ja Julia“, zischte ich. – „Ich weiss“, sagte Nico ruhig, „ich habe sie über den Platz kommen sehen, aber ich hab mir gedacht, ich sag jetzt absichtlich nichts.“ Sie hatte uns nicht gesehen, dabei hätten wir uns mit den Fingerspitzen berühren können, wenn wir beide einen Arm nach dem anderen ausgestreckt hätten wie Gottvater und Adam in Michelangelos berühmtem Gemälde. Noch so ein unglaublicher Zufall?! „O süsses Lied“, hob ich zu flüstern an, „auf welches Instruveinte.3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
diecinueve.Ein Naturwissenschaftler wurde einmal gefragt, welche Eigenschaften des Schöpfers man aus der Erforschung der Natur ableiten kann. "Eine übertriebene Vorliebe für Insekten", lautete die Antwort. Es ist unglaublich. Ich habe gelesen, zwei Drittel der Biomasse sind Insekten, aber ich hoffe, es stimmt nicht. „Vermehrt euch und macht euch die Welt untertan“, heisst es in der Bibel. Niemand beherzt Gottes Wort besser als die Insekten. Wenn es so etwas wie ein "auserwähltes Volk" gibt, dann muss damit wohl ein Ameisenvolk gemeint sein.diecinueve.1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ich frage mich, warum sich Insekten derart vermehren können. Die haben ja auch so etwas wie Sexualität. Aber finden die sich wirklich gegenseitig anziehend? Ich meine, wenn Julia ein Hirschkäfer wäre und ich auch, würde ich dann die Schönheit ihres Panzers loben? Ihre behaarten Beinchen? Es gibt ja auch staatenbildende Insekten, zum Beispiel Ameisen und Termiten und Bienen und Wespen. Die Menschen g
Cookies A recipe sat on the island countertop. Strewn all about the countertop were ingredients and a few mixing bowls. I stood next to the island, carefully adding flour to a measuring cup. The flour tickled my nose with its peculiar, dry smell. Lil One dumped her cup of sugar into the largest mixing bowl.Cookies5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We worked in the kitchen, looking out over the rest of the room. The kitchen joined the dining room and the living room as one long room the length of our house. Complete with high ceilings. A fantastic room to heat in the winter. In the living room portion of the room, Dad sat at his computer and Mom worked on homework for her one Master’s class.
Lil One put down the measuring cup and crossed the length of the room. “Mom? How long are tongues? I know they go down into our throats, but how far?”
“Yes they do, but I don’t remember how far.” Mom replied hal
Uncommon Coordinates19.56.3Uncommon Coordinates2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Erin, I want you to take your brother and run away from home.”
I was eight years old. I didn’t want to say “no” to my mother. She had stumbled into the basement where we were at play, eyes vacant and wandering through a six-year pattern of psychosis. Schizoaffective bipolar disorder: the specialists had given Mom’s nightmares a name when my family moved to Virginia.
Mom said, “I’m a terrible mother, so you two need to leave and never come back.”
Naming meant nothing to me then. I was still scared. I’ve never run away from home; even on that day, my grandmother came over to give Mom her sleeping medicine and we were able to stay. However, that momen
CarterBeautiful minds are found in the strangest of places. Today, I found one wandering about in a place where most beautiful minds are found: the library.Carter1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The day had gone from bad to worse. One argument, one robbery, one piece of startling news. By the time my second period of freedom came, I was inches from tears and ready to end my day. I was fifty five minutes away from the freedom of home, and the promise of no teachers or schoolwork the next day. I moodily shuffled over to a table in the nook of the library and sat down at the table to list the various tasks I had to complete over the course of the next few days.
Hannah, a dear friend, called me over. She appeared to be stamping books. For what, I did not yet know.
"If you have some free time, could you help me stamp these books?"
I politely refused, saying that I had other engagements, and returned to my table. However, said engagement quickly was finished, and I returned to the table with the girl and her enormous stack of books.
Getting Lost with LostHiya Everybody!Getting Lost with Lost3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm lostintheflowoftime, also known as Lost, Cherish, or Cher-Bear. I'm not really sure what to say about myself, but I'll give this my best shot. I love to draw, of course. I mainly draw in a semi anime style, and I'm in love with my chibis. Besides drawing, I'm an avid reader. If anyone were to come across me in real life, the odds of them finding me with my head buried in a book are quite high. I'm also a gamer, with a particular love of rpgs/jrpgs such as the Final Fantasy series and the Tales series. On the more physical side of things, I enjoy various martial arts, yoga, and walking just about anywhere. A few more random facts: My favorite color is blue, my favorite animal is wolves, I'm actually fairly shy (that doesn't mean I don't like talking to people, though), and people always get my age wrong when they first meet me.
If you'd like to know anything else about me don't be afraid to ask!
To-Do List: November 20145-11-2014 She can make you hard just by not looking at youTo-Do List: November 20142 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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10-11-2014 Nerdy boys
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11-11-2014 Poly bi sissy boi slave girl pet thing
11-11-2014 How many labels is too many labels?!
11-11-2014 Happy to be a familiar
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14-11-2014 Butter menthol girl
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Biography Thingy I was born in Windsor at Hotel-Dieu hospital and spent the first few years of my life living in a small house in Windsor with my parents and my older sister. I don’t remember much about the first couple years of my life or even living in this house, just pictures and stories from my parents. When I was around 4 or 5 years old, we moved to Tecumseh and I grew up as a Tecumseh kid. It was around this age that I discovered a passion for sports and my parents signed me up to play hockey and baseball. I played travel hockey and baseball for several years and this is where I met most of my close childhood friends. I was very shy as a child and had trouble speaking to people and mostly kept to myself. Despite being parts of sports teams, I always felt isolated as a child but I still had a relatively happy childhood. My parents did their best to spoil my sister and I despite the financial struggles that my family went through.Biography Thingy1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Renewed CommittmentDec. 13, 2014Renewed Committment2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was a bride awaiting her groom. I stood in the changing rooms in a royal blue robe. My legs were making me bounce. I had a smile on my face that would not go away, even if I tried to get rid of it. It was the day I had waited for too long: my re-baptism.
After years of being a lukewarm Christian; after years of struggling with temptations even to the point of death, I was finally set free from the sins that plagued my life like the pestilence they were. After going through anger issues, anxiety disorders, physical pain, and broken relationships, I had heard Jesus call out my name. And I threw myself into His open arms.
There was a knock on the door. When it was opened Pastor Julius walked through in a cheerful manner. His dark face was lit up by a jazzy smile, and eyes that were twinkling like stars. He had previously told me how excited and proud he was to be the one to baptize me. We had a strong friendship. He was the pastor I went to when my struggles in the spring
2014-348 ShiverDeath is an icy day with the sun shining somewhere behind the low-hanging clouds but definitely not here.2014-348 Shiver4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This has been the year of funerals. A year ago it was my dad, then both sister Shirlee and her mother-in-law in April. Last weekend it was Corky's and Shirlee's mom. Irene was old and full of year so it was not entirely unexpected. Yet she was her feisty self and in reasonably good health when we saw her in April. Death ever catches us unawares.
The irony is that Shirlee's husband Bruce and daughter Deidre were here in Rochester for Thanksgiving. We sent them on their way on Sunday morning. Irene died Monday afternoon. We boarded the train for Iowa City Thursday night and were with Bruce and Deidre and Lydia for the weekend. It was good to see Lydia; with her migraines and what not she had not been up to the long drive to Rochester. There were warm hugs along with the shivering. How I do love that family.
I didn't take a lot of photos, just a few with the Yashica-D at the funeral a
One Year Ago TodayThe very beginning of an adventure of a lifetime. I remember it as if it were yesterday, that clear Friday afternoon, the low winter sun cutting through the gaps of the shutters over the windows. I remember relaxing on the floral patterned bed sheet and having nothing better to do than look through my phone aimlessly. It wasn’t so long ago in my memory this day; it occupies my thoughts readily. On this seemingly ordinary day, I felt the urge to search for new music. A new and improved soundrack to my life. Not just any music, but from a band I had admired for quite some time before. Queen. Something about their music, especially Freddie’s songs, was simply mesmerizing beyond belief. It was almost as if some of the songs were made just for me to listen to. "Killer Queen," "Bohemian Rhapsody," and "Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy" were a few of my favorite songs of theirs at the time, but that wasn't nearly enough.One Year Ago Today5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
." Hey Maria, when you have puppies, can I have one?".2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I still remember Javier gonzalez telling me this along with mario nunez , gabriel guerra and alot of others when they used to pick on me during elementary up to middle school for being fat and having a monobrow and how I had hairy legs as a child.
And so on.
I was so "Imperfect" to those people that I was considered a pest and such. They even used to tease about how I looked like an old lady "Viejita" and would fling papers and spitballs and even anything they could get their hands on at me. They would even follow me home and beat me to a pulp.
Middle school was no different.
...Until I snapped.
Nobody saw this but even the teachers acted blind and deaf.
In high school, I became so depressed, so angry, so lost and so annoyed because of all the trauma of bullying.
I set this childish mental and physical abuse aside because
Worldwatching I open my parents’ bedroom window, the entrance to the fire escape. I have been sweeping my bedroom and I need to shake the dust out of the little red carpet I keep on my floor.Worldwatching3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I climb through the window and have a look around because this is my first time out here in several weeks. It is a Saturday afternoon in November and the air is crisp. I will be walking my dog later; I will be seeing friends later; but so far this is my first time outside. I’ve been only indoors today, doing homework, washing dishes, sweeping. It’s too cold to be outside without a reason.
There are no clouds in the sky. I look west, where I see Riverside Park and its orange trees illuminated by the sunlight. I look east toward Broadway, where I see two boys running down the block: one chasing the other. &
ChrisHe always had the penchant for the poetic and the photographic. His Twitter profile had the following words: Bare in the forest, pen on the page, note to a key, and a dream on a cinema screen.Chris1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But for what we could have become, it was never to be.
As with all things significant for me, it started on the Internet. On Facebook. On Twitter. I volunteered, somewhat bravely, to be a mentor to a bunch of first-year journalism students. They were fresh out of high school. I almost wish they could read my mind. What they think journalism is will be forever shattered by the first year I had just endured.
But there's always an exception to the rule. Chris. In the 2014 first-year journalism group on Facebook he was asking questions, running polls, cracking random jokes. He amused me. I stumbled across his Twitter account, and with stalkerish ease I gathered more information about him. He was an actor, a photographer, a musician and a self-published novelist. He modelled for
Time stops here Chapter 3Courtney Chapter 3Time stops here Chapter 314 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I’m not ready for this.
It was my 4th lucid day there and they wanted me to be involved with the other patients, to keep myself busy. So for the first time since I've been here, my roommate Charlie (who suffers from an extreme case of schizophrenia and depression) and I would be going to the ‘waiting room’ to do arts and crafts with other patients.
We stood in the doorway for what seemed like a small eternity, waiting to be noticed by the ‘art teacher’. That’s what Maxine, my nurse told me to call her. An art teacher. In reality I knew her as a therapist who specialized with art therapy, I knew that, because Charlie knew that. It wasn't her first visit here, so she knew all the Ins and Outs. As much as I hated spending time with another person day in, and day out, she wasn't bad.
“Oh look we have two new students here today!” The shrill of her ever so chipper voice hit my ears like nails on the chalkboard. Before I knew