After Midnight I was asleep when the earthquake hit. I was dreaming when two white water walls conquered the man-made ones. They quickly grew fat on the blood of the land, turned black. I don’t remember what my dreams were about. I might have been beyond reverie at that point. For me, it was 1:46 in the morning. For them, it was The End.After Midnight1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I woke up seven hours later, and 11,000 people were dead. Mom made me French toast. I went to school.
The Tōhoku earthquake was born underwater and hit Japan with a magnitude of 9.0 and only two minutes’ allowance for a nationwide warning. Tōhoku’s tsunami followed like a nightmare afterbirth averaged at 33 feet; no alert system could get the citizens high enough in time. Boats smashed into cars smashed into houses, a kaleidoscope of silt wat
The birth of TiffanyHow it all started.The birth of Tiffany1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mum and I went to visit her friend Elaine and when we arrived Elaine said that I should go upstairs and play with Emma. Emma was a year older than me and I liked her a lot, we always got on well together. I ran up the stairs and found Emma laid on her bed reading a comic and after saying hello to each other i asked what we could play. Emma suggested dressing up and proceeded to pull a large box out from the bottom of her wardrobe and removed the lid. It was full of costumes, shoes and cheap jewelry and we excitedly pulled everything out trying to decide what to wear. Emma chose a witches outfit and then handed me a white fairy dress, all silk and lace with little wings attached to the back saying ‘try this’. We both undressed and put on the dresses. Emma then handed me a pair of ruffled frilly panties saying ‘don’t forget these’.
I put the panties on and added some jewelry, silver stilettos and topped it off with a tiara. Emma then pull
MessagesShe raised herself slowly, timid, without a voice. Others spoke. She listened, thought long about the things they said. About the things he said. If he ever addressed her directly, she lowered her eyes, deferential and in awe of a father larger than life. She followed in the orbiting footsteps of mother, sisters - worshippers of this proud Apollo of the South.Messages1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Navy gave her a voice in 1942. Women would decode submarine messages and she would be among the first - an ensign in the inaugural class of WAVES. She spoke with clever fingers, penciling and erasing, her own system for making sense of the undersea ciphers. After the war, she turned her skills to railroad signaling. She waved paper warnings for passing engineers. One train per track. The system as true as its operator. No mistakes, no margin for error.
Three sons, twelve grandchildren, seventeen great-grandchildren.
At 85, she could still walk to the corner of Olivia and Eisenhower for the New York Times. At her kitche
To-Do List: March 201501-03-2015 When books say the words you have in your heartTo-Do List: March 20151 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
02-03-2015 Gums that feel like glass
02-03-2015 Heat rash a reminder of where you've been
02-03-2015 Waving at train drivers
02-03-2015 And then they were gone
04-03-2015 She wears her skeleton on the outside
10-03-2015 Making sense of other peoples scribbles
10-03-2015 Hands like her mothers
12-03-2015 Cats and orgasms
13-03-2015 Whisky conversations
16-03-2015 A heavy heart is hard to hold
16-03-2015 I know where my soul resides
16-03-2015 Be something good
17-03-2015 Nag champa and crickets
18-03-2015 Figs and tea
19-03-2015 In search of eels
24-03-2015 The best sex she's never had
29-03-2015 He dreams in watercolours
Vema esniltiCiudat e ca atunci timpul sta pe loc, lucrurile din jurul meu se misca tot mai repede. Ploaia parca nu se scurgea atat de repede pe geam, si melodille nu se schimbau atat de des. Sarutul ei nu se termina intr-o clipa, iar noptile in care imi doream sa visez nu se terminau cand clipeam de noapte buna. Si mai ciudat e ca parca inainte nu citeam din carti viata mea. Am ajuns sa citesc zile mai repede decat paginile unui jurnal si imi e frica ca desi e gros, coperta de final nu imi va fi atat de ingaduitoare cum a fost mesajul lasat de autor pe cea de la inceput. Parca si cuprinsul imi doresc sa aiba doua pagini.Vema esnilti1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Parca si nebunul ala din capul meu s-a saturat de vorba, iar scaunul pe care ma ameninta ca o sa se rupa daca ma asez pe el e deja demult aschii de foc. Camera lui numai are pereti acum, iar tavanul ii atarna deasupra capului, ate. Are un camp plin cu stele si el tot sta in coltul sau. A orbit de la lumina soarelui si inca crede in minciuna aia ca daca sta cu ochii inchisi totul o
PressureSummer is fast approaching and i'd love to be looking forward to the excitement of freedom, travel, good weather and unwinding, but I feel as though I don't even have permission to think about those things. My exams are in a month. And i'm terrified.Pressure1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm terrified of failing because I know that if i do, it will be my own fault.
The worst part is that i'm not the only person with this fear.
At school we are taught constantly to feel ashamed for not being perfect. We are expected to be punctual, organised, alert, intelligent, to complete the masses of work to the best standard along with extra, and yet still discuss how to improve, because we'll never be good enough anyway.
When it comes to exam time we're taught that if we don't revise for hours on end in a quiet room with no contact to the outside world, then we're throwing our future away. Nothing left.
I wish it were as simple as just sitting down and studying. For some it is. But for myself and many others, its just not.
Stress is a
Mrs Russell's AcademyI had been walking from the station for almost an hour. The backstreets of Birmingham Alabama had deteriorated and I felt uncomfortable in the dilapidated housing with trash everywhere and burnt out vehicles. I dragged my kit bag with my world's possessions with me. The heat was oppressive. Black youths looked at me with disdain, often calling out obscenities like "don't bring your white shit here." I wanted to run but something drove me on. I was on my way to what I had been told was the best female boxing stable in the US. Eventually among a pile of disused apartments and housing, there it was, a dilapidated grey house covered in graffiti with a broken sign announcing "Russell's boxing academy for women." The front door was almost off its hinges and there was no bell or knocker. I could hear heavy music from within so I pushed the door and went in to the first room where the noise was. There were three black guys lolling on sofas who looked at me as if I were a ghost. At firstMrs Russell's Academy2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
To Who I Am NowTo who I am nowTo Who I Am Now3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Now we delve into the glorious life of me, allow me to make a brief introduction. What you are about to read is just a short semi-detailed life story, that is still continuing even as I write, summarized in roughly five pages. I want to go ahead and apologize in the way the story goes since it’s not going to be one continuous story but several jumps from one small piece of my life to the next that can range from just a few short months to several long years at a time. So expect it to be in small episodes near the beginning and becoming more detailed as my life progresses. I’ll point out the correlations of society with each piece of my life with the best of my ability as I go. I also suggest that you do not try to be like an English student doing a book report by trying to read between the lines, because there are no lines.
Featuring is also a question of heartMe and my wonderful adventures on Etsy.Featuring is also a question of heart2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Case number one: Bloggers come in and take my stuff for free...
So my second big convention just finished around the end of march and I was planning on going organizing my incoming commissions on etsy and post-conventions on field.
One thing or should I say it repeats three time in less than two weeks is that blogger come to my immaterial door and ring it. Saying that they are good willing to reviews and such: showing they're great middle pack-followers facebook and twitter (from 1000 to 5000). I don't have a thing to say about them i'm at only half a thousant so yeah.
But it all came to the last word of all of them "I'd be happy to get for free". Then "what if I'm not happy if you get for free ?"
I don't even live from doing perler beads. I guess I could be part of a group or even an association big enough who is part of any convention my own country but no I am not part of that.
I could actually be good willing and hard working to get trough th
SWS: today Who needs forever? We have todaySWS: today 3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That Albertson Girl She’s a smart girl, probably one of the smartest I’m teaching this year. She finishes all of her homework in class not 10 minutes after I’ve handed it out. She rarely makes less than an A on any assignment, regardless of the subject. Mrs. Bennett spoke to me in the Teacher’s Lounge one morning, to mention that even though she isn’t the most practiced of the students in art classes, she always manages to come up with some of the most unique and creative pieces. While the school music teacher Ms. Jurick doesn’t appreciate her independence in during class, it can’t be denied that she has talent and a vision when it comes to singing. Honestly, the girl’s intelligence and uniqueness should have earned her a spot in the Gifted and Talented program.That Albertson Girl1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But she’d never focus. She always had her head in the clouds, always humming some tune she’d thought up that day. She would draw on a
Relapse.I have been in Manchester for just under an hour and I can't get lost.Relapse.9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
No matter which random corner I turn or side-street I cut down I still seem to have a pretty good idea of which direction will lead back to Piccadilly station and a safe journey back to the Midlands. This city is too well mapped out.
I stopped at a Wetherspoons called 'The moon under water' and got a pint of Japanese beer. My phone had died so I no longer knew what time it was.
I saw a man on a street corner selling poems. I gave him two quid and he rattled off an improvised piece. It wasn't very good.
I feel very sad right now. I no longer know who I am.
Why have I come here? I only needed to change at Manchester, why didn't I go straight home? What am I trying to do? Why am I writing all of this down?
I think I may need to buy a charger and find somewhere to use a socket. What if something terrible happens and I can't make a call?
Read a poem given to me by my friend Geoff Moriarty. I total
How to NOT RP with me.HOW TO NOT RP WITH ME.How to NOT RP with me.1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Cause it seems someone might think to do like this.
Will mark as XXX the person who sent the note, leaving my reply side as it is.
COPYPASTED CAUSE I'M TOO LAZY TO DO SCREENSHOTS K.
XXX said the following:
xFroggiii said the following:
Hello. What can I do for you?
XXX said the following:
do you rp
xFroggiii said the following:
Usually I do, yeah, at the moment I'm not much in the mood anyway.
I dunno how the replies will be, do you still want to?
XXX said the following:
xFroggiii said the following:
Do you prefer to choose my OC too?
XXX said the following:
where are your ocs
xFroggiii said the following:
You can find them in my gallery, "OCs mixed media" folder.
Sorry I can't link at the moment, DA's being glitchy since all morning.
XXX said the following:
i found it i like duke he is so sexy
xFroggiii said the following:
Ok then, who are you g
The Existential Midnight Drive of Rachel and JamesMorgan, Jacob, James and I met each other because we went to the same summer camp. We saw each other every year, and once we got older, we started hanging out during the school year.The Existential Midnight Drive of Rachel and James1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One winter, I remember James and Jacobs youth group (it was a church camp) was having a weekend youth retreat. I had spent the night prior out of town, and I was already exhausted and wanting a nap. But Morgan called me while I was on my way home, and I had problems to run away from, so I told her to meet me at my house. I wasn't home for more than two minutes to throw nothing more than a new t-shirt in my suitcase when I was out the door again and in Morgan's passenger seat driving towards camp Lebanon. When we pulled into the drive everything was dead and covered in ice. It looked alien, nothing like the sanctuary we ran to for a week each June. That was the beginning of my downward slope.
We arrived there late, (around 10:37 pm) right into the middle of a circle of teenagers singing praises to their sav
50 Facts1. Coca Cola is my vice.50 Facts3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. My cat is named Mindy. She has no tail because she's a Manx.
3. My favorite Youtube video is "if" by Vsauce.
4. My favorite songs of all time is "You! Me! Dancing!" by Los Campensinos!, "Sydney" by Caravan Palace and "3005" by Childish Gambino.
5. For the longest time I volunteered at a bigass church in chinatown called the First United Church. Everybody there called it the "F U Church."
6. I stopped watching Nostalgia Critic after his "Sharknado" review for its blatantly inaccurate parody of Mythbusters.
7. Doug Walker kind of scares me.
8. My favorite movie entertainment-wise is "Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World," though I like the comic a bit more.
9. My favorite movie emotionally is "it's such a beautiful day." Look it up; it's only an hour long.
10. My IQ is apparently 120.
11. My memory is very selective. I remember every single League champ and Mega Man robot master but I can't remember what I had for breakfast.
12. My favorite LoL champ is Veigar, but I a
if I were to go to a class reunionI stand before a mirror and smooth down my skirt, taking in to the sight of my own reflection. I was never one want to put much effort into my appearance during school years, but I figured for a class reunion I should try to show off somehow.if I were to go to a class reunion1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When people feel nervous and excited, they tell about how butterflies flutter in their stomach, tickling them inside, their faces red and eyes shining like suns. I have blowflies inside me, swarming in my lungs and throat, making me gag as I try not to throw up out of bile fear, my eyes watering for being so dry.
It's the same feeling I had every morning when I had to wake up for school, when I tried to swallow a few spoonfuls of cereal; my jelly legs would tremble as I walked to the bus stop, and on the bus the air felt so dry and dusty I'd start coughing, and I just wanted to scream and get out. At school, I felt I was watching everything from afar, detached, drifting; I was unable to communicate with my peers, and my ties to them were loose, ea
ThoughtlessnessThere was a period in my life where I had very little regard for my own safety. I’m talking real thoughtlessness here; the kind of situation where you’d find me standing literally an inch away from a passing vehicle. I was crossing the road with a friend and this truck came up, so I stopped in the middle of the road (it was a two-way street, so it had that white line in the middle) and waited for it to pass me by.Thoughtlessness2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I remember later my friend catching up to me and asking what the hell was I doing, standing so close to a moving truck like that, and I couldn’t give an honest answer. There was no reason. I just did. Said friend also mentioned the truck driver was screaming bloody murder at me for being so reckless, although I never noticed it.
In truth, I don’t believe I was truly being reckless at all. Being reckless would imply that I had every intention of doing the dangerous things that I did, but if I were to be completely honest, I actually didn’t. It was
A Health to the CompanyIt’s weird you know? Having an obsession people think is “weird”. Kids are dicks too. Someone might be interested in abandoned buildings, from the perspective of an inquisitive mind. Maybe the person grew up watching post appocolytic cult classics, so the buildings make them think would could happen? so their weekends are spent at at family gatherings wearing homemade gear that looks like one of those old movies, with all the leather and funky hairdos. Point is they're different, and kids are cruel. They’ll mock what they don’t understand. They’ll prod, and poke, be complete assholes. What happens then? Maybe one bully prefers to get physical with some kid cause he’s obsessed with I don’t know… old silent films for example. Maybe that kid grows up isolated all his life because kids think he’s weird and are assholes to him.A Health to the Company20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Maybe he gives up on ever having friends. Maybe h
DistilledThe sun was shining and I had my windows down as I was driving down the dirt side road, approaching someone walking on foot. The person – a woman, I saw, as I got closer – turned around at the sound of my approach and stuck out her thumb. Her brown skin gave her away as a native and I figured she must be heading toward the nearby reservation. I slowed down beside her and unlocked the passenger door.Distilled1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Goin’ ta Garden Village…” she mumbled, climbing into my van’s passenger seat.
“I’m not going all the way, but I can drop you off at Gokmis’ Wigwam, if that works for you.” I told her. I wasn’t even actually going that far but it didn’t seem a big deal to drive an extra kilometer and then turn around to go home.
“Yeh, s’fine.” The woman mumbled, barely understandable.
Her slurring was either due to drinking – even if it was only 2PM in the afternoon – or some sort of mental defect but
Challange the deviantart in my lifeDeviantart, changed my draw style and my mapping style!Challange the deviantart in my life1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I like working for this site everyday!
One day, I was sick, but I maked draws for Deviantart!
Deviantart changed my Visual Education notes, from 3 to 4 👍 (in a scale of 1 to 5)
Now I'm more happy than ever!
Whith deviantart, I discovered good friends! 💜
Thanks to all the support! 😁
All About Us Chapter 1- The start of something newAll About Us 1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was nearing the end of summer and soon school was going to start. Mari had just changed schools and nothing was going to be the same. The ending of primary and the beginning of secondary and Mari was nervous. New school, new faces, new friends and many more worries were buzzing through her head, annoying her to the max and her sister, Safinna, couldn't do anything but help her. Mari was in her room as usual, laying on the bed listening to music on her Acer mini laptop and chilling out while her sister prepared dinner. Usually the beautiful blonde would just read reader inserts all day but this time was different. The website she went to was called Quotev, Mari liked it and soon joined the website and started reading, following publishing ect. After about 2 hours her older sister Safinna called and she sped down the stairs, her long silks of golden thread flowing behind her.
"What were you doing in your room Mari?"
Wroodle 51Wroodle 51Wroodle 511 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The bell rang and I leapt to my feet, eager to get to lunch. It really sucked having the last lunch of the day. Not that I wanted to go to A lunch either. That was just too early. I preferred either B or C lunch. But for this semester I was stuck with D lunch. It really wasn’t all that bad. I got to eat with the Russian Bear after all.
The Russian Bear walked beside me as we made our way from the back hall to the lunch room. It was a long walk, but I didn’t really mind all that much.
Suddenly, he asked me a question I hadn’t been expecting.
“Do you like me?”
Without thinking I started laughing. “Oh, thanks for that. I needed a good laugh. I like you as a friend. I’m really not interested in anyone anyway.”
He forced a smile, trying to shrug off my unintentionally cruel response. “Right. I should’ve guessed as much.”
The rest of
Los otros y yoCuando era chico creo que mi primer recuerdo de mi disforia de género son esos años algo borrosos y algo complejos en los que viví aterrado por el hecho de no tener genitales. Veía mi entrepierna vacía y solamente podía esperar que los demás fueran igual que yo. Hasta que un día vía un chico orinando en la calle y descubrí tristemente que me faltaba algo. Y no. No es que yo no tuviera genitales, estaban ahí es solo que yo no entendía por qué...Los otros y yo1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Desde que era chico me interesaron las ciencias naturales, creía que existía una razón para todo, que todo tenía una explicación lógica. Pero no entendía porque algunos nacen hombres y otras mujeres. Para mí era un misterio. Quise creer que tenía un poco que ver con la suerte.
¿La suerte? Como si nacer hombre fuera tener más suerte que nacer mujer. Y tenía razón. Los chicos siempre fueron más divertidos. Jugaban
When Angels Fly ~ Excerpt12-14-2013 – SaturdayWhen Angels Fly ~ Excerpt1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
FAITH: I have a great friend who has changed my life in its totality last evening. For over 23 years I have both loved and hated God in my mind and heart, hating that God could let Eli suffer so much. Each Christmas season I have confessed my sin in hating God at times. Each Christmas season I have cried when hearing Eli's favorite song, Silent Night. This year the tears will be joyful. I know Heaven is where Eli wanted to be, and he is with his brother, Joshua; and they both sit on Jesus' lap. At age five years, Eli WANTED to GO to Heaven, Eli KNEW Heaven, my grief has overwhelmed me so much at times I just could not embrace this fully in my heart. Michelle made me realize that yes, Eli did want to go, Eli KNEW Heaven, Eli was NOT afraid to go and I was the one holding him back. Eli flies with his brother, Joshua, and the angels; they both look over their brother Noah. Thank you Michelle, for opening my eyes and allowing me to fully see the peace that