tire-tracks.We sit in your car in the dark, it feels like the universe ends at the edges of the headlights.tire-tracks.4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
(Before you had a car, the world seemed much bigger).
Some conversations are built for cars, the happiest moments, the saddest; I have been told so many secrets between gear changes that 40mph has become a state of mind.
(Before I sat in the front seat of my mum’s car, there were no hard conversations).
You sit with your head rolled back against the seat, seatbelt still on, we are parked by an old deer park but we are hurtling through our words as if we were sentient crash dummies aware of imminent impact.
(Before my dad, I didn’t know the difference between a spark plug and an axle; now I don’t the difference between logic and love).
You tell me about your sister’s suicide attempts, I tell you about mine, we don’t look anywhere but out the front windscreen. The headlights dissect the known world, we are in one lane seeing two different things, we are in one lan
Bio Subject: Cole UzumakiBio Subject: Cole Uzumaki1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters
Full Name: Cole Uzumaki
Real Name: Brok
Powers and Abilities: Had God Ki at birth, but became locked away after the Saiyan Council tired to absorb it. Later activated his False Saiyan transformation trying to bring Sasuke back to the village. Also gained the ability to use the Kaio-Ken up to the 2nd fold after training with Goku. After training continuously, he gained the ability to use the Kaio-Ken up to the 10th fold. He also gained access to a small amount of his God Ki when fighting Cell in the form that he later called his Saiyjin form. Unfortunately, he has no control over the transformation and only used it in his fight with Cell and his brother, Broly. He later awoke his Super Saiyan transformation after his fight with Frieza's older brother, Cooler. He then trained his Super Saiyan transformations until he reached his Super Saiyan 5.
He then later achieved his Super Saiyan God transformation, when Lord Beerus threatened to destroy Konoha and the entire pla
Trust Game"All right, let's go swing," Nanna said. We'd been sitting at the park near my little sister Cindy's apartment, opening presents for her twenty-second birthday.Trust Game1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
"Oh my God, I wasn't actually serious about that!" I laughed, though I felt a wistful pang when I thought about those swings, which were rigged so high that they probably violated safety code somehow. I'd been in a wheelchair for four months following a rail platform accident, and although I was well on my way to recovering, attempting to swing, especially on that swingset, probably wouldn't have been the safest bet.
"You a chicken?" she teased, smiling.
"No, just don't want to break my leg ... again."
"Paula, you're not serious?" Grumps all but begged.
"This is suuuuch a bad idea," Cindy groaned at the same time.
"All right, all right ... I'll try it. Y'all will have to wheel me out there, though. I don't trust myself to navigate this place in the chair. It's been too long since I've been here."
With considerable misgi
Get Well Soon Pt. 2Reports came in that my friend was doing better. She had spiking brainwave activity and it seemed she was getting better. I was so glad! I loved that girl to the moon and back, but I swear it was nothing like that. We were just the typical close friends that you'd expect us to be. If one of us was crying, that bitch that caused it better run! It was always us, since we became friends, we knew we would be the best and do everything together.Get Well Soon Pt. 23 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Me and my other friend Brittany were celebrating on the bus, singing and dancing like morons and making the bus driver look at us funny. It was one of the best days of my life! The whole bus was singing with us.
Brittany was just as close to Jennifer as I was. Well, me and Jenn may have been closer because we told eachother everything. But just the excitement of the opportunity to see my best friend again was like getting to meet your hero! I was bottled up with joy and it was blasting out like a rocket. Everyone knew I was happy.
When I got home, m
Dream 8: Catfish Houdini I am in the kitchen of a dilapidated seafood restaurant. Meat cleavers and fish hooks decorate its dirty walls. At the center of the kitchen is bizarre water tank. It looks like the water tank in which Houdini was trapped during his fatal last performance; it is rectangular with transparent sides, about the width of a shower and several feet taller than me. The water is green with algae. The tank contains java moss, amazon swords and algae-covered rock as though it were a fish tank.Dream 8: Catfish Houdini2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
For some inexplicable reason, it is boiling. Hot bubbles and steam rise to the top. There is a living baby floating inside. It bobs and boils with the sickly green water.
A cook saunters into the kitchen. I beg the cook to take the baby out and give it to me. Moments later, a woman enters the kitchen, takes the baby out of the tank and hands it to me. I think I've saved the child's life
Ma France a moi : Derniere partie : La retraiteMa France à moi — Dernière partie — La retraiteMa France a moi : Derniere partie : La retraite3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
On était dans un TGV… vers ce qui serait notre dernière destination et qui avait été aussi la première : Paris. Il ne restait qu’une journée avant le retour au bercail. C’est à ce moment qu’on réalisa tous ce qu’on avait loupé jusqu’à maintenant. Avoir pu, on aurait tout fait la même journée, mais c’était physiquement impossible, il fallut faire des choix. On avait manqué le Louvre, les catacombes, le cimetière Père-Lachaise et tellement plein d’autres choses, et ça, cela n’incluait que Paris !
Il fallut d’abord arriver à notre auberge de jeunesse qui nous abritait pour la nuit. On avait choisi une autre que la dernière, je crois pour faire différent. À ma grande stupéfaction, l’immeuble était moderne. L’auberge Le D’Arta
Bitlet # 2 - 4Yet in that swirl of black, violent, thrashing whirlpool of emotions, even as I stared up from the bottom of a dark, black ocean of emotions, a single strand of hope, as thin as a string of silk appeared. - (A New Story Begins by Lykos)Bitlet # 2 - 41 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
The ethereal moon softly bathed the world below.
And there I was, in the midst of it all, just soaking up the rain, trying to forget about the world.
PlaceboMy thoughts are with Placebo.Placebo1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
Maker of 'They Don't Care About Us'.
And 'Without You I'm Nothing'.
I really loved that band.
Residual. Fireflies are able to produce a chemical reaction within the lower section of their abdomens that emits a cold light. This form of light production, known as bioluminescence, is critical to courting potential mates, performing warning displays, and other forms of communication.Residual.1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
We stumble around a smoky field cratered with rabbit holes, wading through the collective glow of thousands of fireflies. Cicadas trade gossip with the grasses that catch and tug the laces of our tired shoes by the light of the moon, a bonfire, and farther in the distance, the little rectangles of light escaping from the windows of the houses in town. Our breath rises in clouds as we wander the paths carved by a mower in the waist-high field, thrilled by the paranoid suspense of time and occasion. The air is empty besides our laughter and hushed speech, then awakened by an excited declaration: “Murder!”
Headspace Prologue: Intro to Identity DisordersThere exists is a disorder in which it feels as though multiple souls or minds share a singular body. This phenomena is known as a "Split Personality Disorder". This category can be called by many other names, such as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) and Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD). There is also UDD (Unspecified Dissociative Disorder) and OSDD (Other Specified Dissociative Disorder), which can be broken down into DDNOS-1a and DDNOS-1b. I, personally, have DDNOS-1b. This means that I have multiple personalities or "facets" among other symptoms of DID, but do not generally have amnesia because of them.Headspace Prologue: Intro to Identity Disorders17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Those of us with these disorders classify ourselves as "systems" because we are a team of many different people working together to function as a "normal" human being. There are generally two types of systems: Median and Multiple. I am a Median System. I'm not a Multiple System because we share most of our memories. Multiple Systems forget after nearly every switch.
I have onl
Dear Past me...Dear 5 year old me.Dear Past me...4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Those books are important one day, keep hold of them. Love the fact you’re learning to read and enjoying it. It’s a love you’ll be glad you have. Care for your toys, just as mum says maybe one day Aunty and Uncle will have a kid of their own and you’ll have to share your things with them. You’ll be waiting a while, but that day comes.
Dear 6 year old me.
It’s okay to wear a summer dress in winter. You don’t feel the cold like the others and honestly nothing has ever suited that atrocious bob cut better. Not to mention, you’ll stand out in that year two school photo so no one will forget you were there.
Dear 7 year old me.
Look after your little bro. He’s the only one you got and just because he can be a little irritating doesn’t mean you can’t love him with all your heart. There are going to be people in this world who won’t see him like you do, who won’t understand
The LineThere will always be a fine line between fantasy and reality, to my peers. I can go to them at any given time and ask them about what is real to them, and what is merely an imagination that has escaped the depths of their brain, simply to play tricks on their eyes. For me, however, the line is unclear. It is not blurred, dashed, dotted, or fractured; it simply does not exist. That being said, I write the things I see at all times of the day. Most of the visions that flash by me are forgotten, but the best ones are always recurring. I offer all of you those very recurring images in the form of short stories, scripts, or maybe even a stray video from time to time.The Line4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
Heed this warning, those who choose to read further into my stories: the line between fantasy and reality will inevitably be removed for you, as it is to me.
Read on if you must, but do not lose track of the line.
6 words of pain All I wanted, somebody beside me...6 words of pain 3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
4 mai 2013 - Partie IIIl est maintenant entre dix et onze heures du soir. Quelquefois je me fais peur. Comme quand j'ai écrit ce matin. Il y a des fois comme ça où je vais vraiment mal... C'est tenace, et ça reviens toujours. Comme en ce moment : j'allais bien il y a quelques minutes et là, j'ai les larmes aux yeux.4 mai 2013 - Partie II2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Ma famille et moi, on s'est raconté plein de choses au souper, on a rit, on a eu des discussions intéressantes. Ça fait du bien de voir qu'il reste encore un peu de joie ici. Mon père a acheté un réchaud. On peut faire cuire nos viandes sur le charcoal et préparer les nouilles et sauces, les soupes aussi, avec le réchaud. Pour les vêtements, il est allé en laver à un endroit fait pour ça. En gros on s'organise mieux.
J'en pouvais plus d'être dans cette maison, je suis allée marcher au parc. J'ai tendance à automatiquement me méfier des inconnus, ça fait longtemps que je ne suis pas sorti
Body ImageI've been watching a lot of videos lately concerning body image. I stumbled across Lucy Moon's video about how she is learning to have a better image about herself and her body which struck a cord with me.Body Image3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
As many of you may or may not know, I've been struggling with body image issues since I was around the age of 12. My weight being the main problem in this I took unhealthy precautions to change it. I would skip meals, I would eat less than everyone else or tell people that I've already eaten and I am just not that hungry. This is something I still struggle with today. Granted I am not as bad as I was when I was 13 but I still struggle. I congratulate myself when I barely eat in a day and when I eat what would be classed as average I hate myself because I feel like I've eaten too much.
I should feel good about the fact that I've managed to lose a stone and a half since deciding to change my habits last year, yet I don't feel as proud as I should be. People have told me that they've no
Title not importantguys i need to say something and please don't think im being selfish ok. im going to try and change, figure this out, but im going to need your help. i want to stop being selfish and i need you all to tell me when im being selfish, don't explain why, just tell me what im doing wrong and let me work it out, i've been told i need to take the time to think about how everyone else feels even if i don't understand it myself. i want to be better for you guys, be a friend you all deserve.Title not important3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Camille's First Recital“Ma, Camille hasn’t even practiced at all this week!” said my brother. “And she isn’t even bothering to at least look nervous.”Camille's First Recital5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I was six, he was eight. It was the day of my first ever piano recital. We were inside the music hall, just saying good bye to Mama before we left to take our seats at the far right where the performers sat. But Antonin was determined to complain to Ma about my non-existent practice habit.
I already know my pieces, Antonin. Stop fussing over me.
“Don’t worry. Just focus on your part,” Mama replied. She smiled at us, taking our hands. “It’s your recital. Enjoy it!”
And I was. Mama had gotten a pale blue dress for me to wear today. She styled my hair in a bun and had put some lipstick on me. It was my first time wearing lipstick. I liked it. Made me feel very professional.
My brother on the other hand was darting his eyes from here to there. His face was tight.
SMA: BBTL-Purewing Dynasty+Angel Warriors (Bio)Purewing DynastySMA: BBTL-Purewing Dynasty+Angel Warriors (Bio)1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters
The Purewing Dynasty is the royal family of Droirusai. It is composed of good deities and their beautiful grand castle, Purewing Citadel, is located in the heart of the realm, along with the sanctuary.
Today, Princess Faoria Purewing is the rightful ruler of the kingdom.
King Zeus Purewing and Queen Hera Purewing
The former rulers of Droirusai and the parents of Princesses Faoria and Rhilaria. They make their only appearance in the prologue.
Princess Faoria Purewing
The crown princess of Droirusai and the goddess of light and goodness, worshipped mainly by the inhabitants of the Mushroom and Whitelight Kingdoms. Along with her royal guards, her servants and the former Angel Warriors, Faoria resides in Purewing Citadel, and she is loved by her people. Kind, compassionate and calm, she is also brave and resilient. Her holy magic and her superhuman strength make her a powerful warrior princess willing to protect her kingdom an
this is meWell my name is Leah Ariel sprenger. Yes the disney princess Ariel. I'm almost 15 years old. I have been like a older sister to my cousin Lil BekfestWitBeebo2002. We have been both going throught hell,but yeah still a shorty to me like most of my freinds. I'm really tall for my age and being a girl I'm 5'6 and still growing. Slowly my guy freinds are getting taller then me. I have a ton a problem but a family of fucked up people to help me out. Join the family of misfits if you need a family.this is me2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
The war with bullies part 4 the giant Not long after the double betrayal I attempted to reclaim my cofinence by destroying James. Unfortunately I wasn't able to accomplish this. James's group now had himself, Celeste, Henry, a few other unknown goons and two more men in my class. Tyrone and Anthony. They were the ones who tormented me when James wasn't there. I hated my life so much. But I kept on fighting to get my hands on him. Some people in my class were nice but we really didn't interact much. One day I had James at recess. I was finally going to get my revenge. When out of no where this big blonde monster appeared. He had one of those diseases that made him grow incredibly tall. He was at lest five foot seven. He was well over a head taller than me. I couldn't make sense of what I was looking at. He yelled at me to come near him. My instincts told me to stay away from him. But anger over ride instincts. I ran toward him. He stopped me dead in my tracks. He grabbed me by the neck and practically threw me like a rag doThe war with bullies part 4 the giant 1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters
U-505~ The Changing of ColorsU-505~ The Changing of Colors3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I don't wanna be left behind. Distance was a friend of mine. Catching breath in a web of lies. I've spent most of my life riding waves playing acrobat. Shadow boxing the other half. Learning how to react.
I've spent most of my time catching my breath, letting it go, turning my cheek for the sake of the show. Now that you know this is my life, I won't be told what's supposed to be right. Catch my breath, no one can hold me back. I ain't got time for that. Catch my breath, won't let them get me down. It's all so simple now.
Addicted to the love I found. Heavy heart now a weightless cloud. Making time for the ones that count. I'll spend the rest of my time laughing hard with the windows down, keeping faith karma comes around.
I won't spend the rest of my time catching my breath, letting it go, turning my cheek for the sake of the show. Now that you know this is my life, I won't be told what's supposed to be right. Catch my breath, no one can hold me ba
This kind of dreams... If there is any kind of dream that I've been used to appreciate fully, it is this one, where the world feels so real, where each touch feels like it is encountering the nerves of your skin, the atmosphere around you smells like the air that is filling the place, and you know how cool or warm it is... You can seize each second between your fingers, count them if you want. And you can breathe the dream as if it was another world in which your mind was taken to.This kind of dreams...3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
This kind... where your body is not. But as if it was. It felt as if, anyway...
*A few years ago*
Here I am now, in this room that is surrounding me; it is so empty. I can see and touch the wooden walls, and caress them with my fingertips... Those are the same walls that were welcoming me as a child for years; they were the witnesses of a few episodes of my life back at the time, there. There is nothing around me; but now, just this room... and I.
It feels like I'm going a few steps back in the past, as if I had th
Jigsaw Pieces - NONFICTION SHORT STORYJIGSAW PIECESJigsaw Pieces - NONFICTION SHORT STORY2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
By Amy Carothers
Like many fathers, mine could often be coaxed into a spot of playtime. I would interrupt him as he reclined in his armchair by running up and wrapping my arms around his knees: a tactic it would take awhile for me to outgrow. At six feet and ten inches, and three-hundred-eighty pounds, my father can veritably be called a giant. He’s out of shape and perpetually short of breath, health ravaged by decades of smoking, drinking, and drugs. As I tugged at him, he’d fold his newspaper with a sigh and allow himself to be pulled to our traditional play-spot on the stained rug of his trailer.
“What game, cupcake?” he’d ask, peering over the rims of his glasses.
“Puzzles!” I’d reach for my favorite, a depiction of dinosaurs amidst a volcanic eruption.
At times like these, there was no place I’d rather be was teetering
Dream 3It's foggy and I'm sick. The water is filling up the room. You shout for me to hold your hand so you can drag me up the stairs. I stretch and jump and climb, trying to grasp something that isn't there. The water rises. We're running out of time. Every time I fail a neon graphic sign tells me that I have lost a life. I'm down to one. One last little red heart.Dream 31 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Now I'm sitting in a lab, rain pouring. All the windows are gone so the water splashes in. There's a man yelling at me to grab a pole and lift myself up through the ceiling. My fingers slip and I hit water. The man is still yelling at me. I try to climb the pole but my hands are too wet. I keep slipping. The man comes up behind me and tears my hands away from the pole. I fall and hot an electric platform. The water on me is enough. I try to force a scream out of my mouth but all that comes out is a gasp. Then I get electrocuted.
I come back around sitting on a classroom chair. The teacher is saying something but I can't hear. All