18.I found the sea today and with it I lost my sight. I try to float to the other side, past his fishing nets, past my imaginary thoughts. Past our floral wall where my mother hangs the pictures of our broken ghost that has stolen her mind. Past his ugly world, past my self doubts. I circle around my self-hate, 5 or 12 times and float past my ugliness and past their double standards. The water is an inch deep and the world is a shallow ocean that starts in my bathtub. I sit and cry under the water and I hope for my eyes to run dry.18.2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
To-Do List: December 201408-12-2014 He leaves no smell in her bedTo-Do List: December 20141 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
08-12-2014 With little to no resistance
08-12-2014 She doesn’t lose him because he is not hers
08-12-2014 The words and the truth are different
10-12-2014 Blood and skulls and pastel rainbows
11-12-2014 My love for classical music will never die.
14-12-2014 God i have so much to say, i wish i had less to day.
16-12-2014 Vagina enemas
16-12-2014 Going to sleep sticky
18-12-2014 Sometimes ‘i miss you’ means ‘some part of me still loves you’ and it fucking sucks.
18-12-2014 Oh god these feelings.
18-12-2014 Still fucking madly in love with the U S of you
18-12-2014 The softest saggiest balls
18-12-2014 Writing notes in quick succession. You still have that power.
18-12-2014 I want to go to a photography exhibition and fall in love with peoples faces until my heart aches.
18-12-2014 Thank god for oceans
22-12-2014 Silly little love grins
22-12-2014 Two doors open on door closed
25-12-2014 Burning incense to be reminded
Capticated since first whiff 2 [non-fiction story]I remember pretty well it happened on the first day of the New Year. If I count correctly, yesterday hit the 7th anniversary from this unforgettable event.Capticated since first whiff 2 [non-fiction story]1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As I remember, the previous day we spent with her chatting for almost the whole night about some random stuff via our favorite IM. I know that's stupid, we lived like 5 minute walk from eachothers and preferred to chat on the internet. But that's because her boyfriend was always so jealous about me, because he lived like 100 kilometers from her and was always pissed of like never ever if he got to know that I spent time with her (Have I mentioned before she was gorgeous?). So we chose the "safe" way of spending time. But like next day, the first day of January she invited me to hang out with her a bit in real, pretending she wanted exchange some cool ringtones and pictures between our cell phones (ahh good old times ), because she bought a new one and had completely nothing on it.
So here I am. But after I reached her house
If I died.. I have friends from all over the place. I usually tend to make friends, I always looked for the ones that were broken, haunted, or so tossed down by society that I took their hands. I fight my hardest to make the damaged, whole. I live everyday to make the ones that have to hide scars on their wrists, not so alone. To make the ones who have bruises from parents on their ribs, that family isn't always in your blood. I fight so the ones who have to balance their days by saying "I'm okay". While they are really being pushed to the deepest part of their mind, til they reached the point where they are ready to take a life, most likely their own.If I died..2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have many friends who have reached that limit. But they are still breathing today. The rope, the blade, the deadly concoction that called out to them on those dark nights, were pulled away by me. I reached through their phones, computers, hearts, souls, and I saved them with the only thing I had left. My voice. Ev
Mila Spicer Full BioPicture:Mila Spicer Full Bio1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
(voice actor below)
Name: Mila Fauna Spicer
Good or Evil?: Evil (but acts good most of the time)
Originated From: N/A
Favorite Shen Gong Wu(s) : Golden Tiger Claws, Monkey Staff, Third Arm Sash, Changing Chopsticks, Tangle Web Comb, Gills of Hamachi.
Least Favorite Shen Gong Wu: Two Ton Tunic.
Usual Appearance: ?
Skin color: Dark Tan
Hair Color: Light Brown
Hair length: Short :3
Eye color: Light Green
-How I act-
Personality: Mila is a nice, shy, helpful, animal - loving, girl who knows how to take care of her beautiful pets, Alpha and Snowball, but she is always knows how to win a showdown and helps her father, Jack Spicer, around his "evil lair." She loves to hang out with her mother, Lauren, like shopping and clean around the house, and having fun with it!
Usual Mood: Happy
The Specific AbstractI walked home alone from a halloween rager at 3am all bundled in black and now I sit on my couch with a best friend sleeping under my covers. Cancer. There, I said it. Tonight I finally allow the word to roll off my mind's tongue over and over again because I've avoided it for too long. Cancer cancer cancer cancer cancer. I might as well start saying it because I can't stop hearing it at school, work, in films, and in books. Cancer is a stalker I can't get a restraining order on. Cancer is a feeling I can't shake. Cancer is a shadow looming that I'll never quite understand because I don't have it.The Specific Abstract1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My dad got prostate cancer when the leaves began to fall in 09'. Before he 'got' cancer his mom died from being old. She went quietly and quickly. She never stopped smiling and she tended this ginormous garden days before her heart attack. She kicked her bucket over at 94. My Opa on my moms' side died a few months after my grandma. It was sad but only because he didn't go so easily. I only kn
The Nord and the High ElfThe Nord and the High Elf6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My late mother and I were fascinated with the video game, Skyrim. I'll never forget the day she decided to play for the first time. I looked at her like she was crazy, but Mom was dead serious. She wanted to feel the experience of what was basically another life in another world. A world where you could do whatever you wanted to! I remember watching her pick out her race. She was determined to make a character far better than my Nord warrior. She chose a High Elf, also known as an Altmer, and so her quest began.
My Nord was a mighty warrior. I focused on swordplay, wielding my favorite type of weapon, Dwarven. With that golden shield in one hand and the sword Dawnbreaker in the other, he was ready for action. He had a scar running across his face, so I gave him a fitting backstory. He was nearly killed by a tiny mudcrab, and was so humiliated that he got super muscular and kills dragons to
When I were goldenI walked along an empty beach many years ago. My skin became golden, and I believed I were golden.When I were golden5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I collected seashells and gifted them to the tree, before all the blossoms fell. I saw it as peace once.
I don't remember exactly when the beach became rocky, but it brings me discomfort to believe that the soft, warm powdery gains were the same grains which grazed my skin and made me bleed for so long...
When the beach was no longer empty I began to believe that I could never be as beautiful as the people surrounding me. And oh, how I wish I were.
When I was golden I was had happiness, radiance, salty hair, innocence, childhood. But then slowly I doubted the value of my own golden self until, all at once, I became nothing.
For many years of my life I was nothing. A grey void. Negative thoughts consuming all that I was, and the hope of all that I had the potential to be.
And then something changed.
I discovered my love for the ocean, the city and warm nights. I discovered the beauty of ex
Evil withinWhen you lay in bed but don't want to get out. Not because your lazy but because you don't want to face the world. This.... Is torture... This is pain... This is evil in its purest form.Evil within1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The evil within will always have a worse effect.
Running WildThe way a person portrays himself in art...is the way they see themselves. The portrait can change anytime depending on what the person chose it to be.Running Wild2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Some choose a Cat.
Others as Demons, Angels, Aliens and Other Fantasies
Other choose Hybrids like Furries (Human like Animals), aliens or even mystical creatures
And there are others who just draw what they see themselves in the mirror.
All these people portray themselves...as who they are. Some people have two or three ways in which theu see themselves. So they make all of them. Alter Egos form.
But....What do you see yourself as? A Dragon? A Virus from a Computer? A Cat with a Bazooka?
The sky is the limit and Your limit is your Imagination! There is no need to steal other people's images as your own...You know you can create images of yourself even better than others.
Let your imagination flow! It's just amazing what the human mind can do~
Moonshadow.I don't know why I keep trying to reach out to you, but clearly you haven't wanted anything to do with me ever since I told you I was getting married. You're the one who screwed up our relationship way back when -- way back when I was ready to get serious and think a bout the future. You're the one who suddenly broke contact because you couldn't handle the harsh reality of your fairytale ending being just that -- a fairytale.Moonshadow.2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I got lucky. Instead of mourning the loss of my best friend, I picked up all the pieces, glued them back together, and went on with my life. I didn't search for distractions to fill the void you left behind. I was fortunate, though, and one day I met someone who actually takes me seriously. I am now married to her because she's the best thing that ever happened to me. We don't need to complete each other because we make each other stronger.
What did you ever do for me? You made me miserable, you made me feel guilty for paying attention to anyone other than you, an
The Grand ChateauMay 2010The Grand Chateau2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A misty rain filled the air as we approached Chateau Tongariro. Built 1125 metres up Mount Ruapehu, the yellow, red and blue of the stately old mansion contrasted with the dark colours of the dormant volcano. My eyes were transfixed during our approach and, even though he was driving, I’m sure Chris’s were too.
From the curved gravel path of the driveway and around to the polished stone of the portico, the yellow of the stone walls and columns gave a spring feel to the late autumn afternoon as we drove up to the front doors. The dream of staying in a hotel had been a distant one and something I believed could only be achieved by the rich and famous with the money to spend on a great location.
Our car was nothing like the Jag parked out front and our clothing didn’t advertise more than a middle-class income. However, parked outside the main doors and knowing that we were going to stay the night, I felt like I was a celebrity.
As we stepped out of the ca
Memoirs of Thiebault #47 - Let me go home! By the time Richebourg and I came back to Salamanca, the situation had changed. The great headquarters, the cavalry division and the second infantry division, which had come back from Rodrigo in my absence, the artillery reserve and the administration had left for Valladolid, so that only the first infantry division, where I commanded the first brigade, remained in the city. Only one of the many men I had bonded with was still there for some reason, but he was about to leave; it was Mesny, the paymaster, who lacked wits but tried all the harder to be witty over everything, and handed me out of the blue a note in verses starting with this litany of chevilles [which, of course, are lost in translation]:Memoirs of Thiebault #47 - Let me go home!2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Could it be, General? What! You are back already?
I thought you would be at Court for one more month.
I was not grateful for his attempt at poetry, behind which I could sense some malignity
Inspiring words to live byInspiring quotes by Ric Elias:Inspiring words to live by2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
- "And I regretted the time I wasted on things that did not matter with people that matter."
- " I no longer try to be right; I choose to be happy."
- "I had a sense of, wow, dying is not scary. It's almost like we've been preparing for it our whole lives"
The ScreamI looked at the buckles around me. They seemed pretty simple. Pull down the top thingy then push the strap buckle into the bottom thingy. Yep. Simple enough.We were on the boardwalk side of the huge park that was ten times the size of puny little Western Playland. I peered at the tower that stood high above me. It was made of steel bars connecting, like on the supporter beams of a water tower. Instead of leaving the tower boring gray, the park staff had painted them rainbow colors, so that the beastly ride seemed to shine throughout the night. At the top it read 'Six Flags: Fiesta Texas' and the flag of America flew tall and proud. Three of these rainbow towers shot up and were connected by huge, thick steel rectangular chunks. 'Beams' is too weak of a word. The announcer pulled up the intercom and spoke to all of us on the ride. "Hello and thank you for choosing Six Flags amusement park this lovely evening, now enjoy your ride on the Scream, a four hundred foot journey up intThe Scream1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Art of MeditationThe Art of Meditation4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
True meditation is a journey into the depths of psyche.
Often times today I see many people well versed in relaxation methods but not mental traveling. They are calling the preliminary act meditation. Meditation is not however chanting and rhythmic breathing or even yoga. These are relaxation techniques that can assist an individual into reaching the spiritual climax or crossing, becoming stillness. Meditating takes one into the hidden aspects of subconscious flow unraveling the being within, exposing our shadow self and true intentions. This is silence.
Some can attain this in their imagination letting the cinema of mind unfold as a rose slowly opening until light flares like pollen scattering itself into new realms of exploration generating life lines to new pathways. These are not daydreams of attainment or wishes, they are an in depth analysis of a personas roots. I began deep mediation in this method and then found the magic box of internet.
I began using the magic box as a projec
Short Story, Short Time. A Short Story. Short Story, Short Time.Short Story, Short Time. A Short Story.2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Because sometimes you have more time than you want, but less than you need.
Written By Mjax Majoran ©2015
This is a story about my 11th grade exams, more precisely my midterms, and even more specifically my English Part A “Exam.” That’s what we call it, even though it really isn't one at least in the traditional sense. I finished my exam around 12:50, and had been sitting doing nothing, as the restrictions instructed, when it dawned on me that people were breaking those rules… being on their phones, going to the “bathroom” and such. I decided I would do one better, I was going to make my own fun and do it within the rules, and so I loaded up my account on the school network. Switched over to Microsoft word, and started typing just what came to mind. Eventually for some reason or another I decided that rather than writing a short story about a topic I knew nothin
5 points adoptsDoing this to submit in groups hue.5 points adopts6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm too lazy to submit journals k.
I'm doing 5 points palettes ponies adopts.
Send me a palette.
Here you are the first examples.
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DO NOT SEND POINTS UNTIL I'LL GIVE YOU THE OK, IF NOT WILL TAKE EM AS A DONATION AND YOU WON'T HAVE ANYTHING!!!
Sara's Stories: The Three Little KittensSara's Stories | Episode 10: The Three Little KittensSara's Stories: The Three Little Kittens2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Time for another episode of Sara's Stories, and this one is about... CATS! Hooray!
Cats were my first pets, so they have always held a special place in my heart. And the cats in this story are no exception. Back in 2006, after my grandfather died and my parents divorced, my mom and one began staying at my grandfather's old house with one of her brothers, and I would sometimes visit with her. One day, this friendly cat showed up, whose coat was mostly white with some calico coloration on her tail and the top of her head, and right away, my mom and I noticed that she was pregnant; her nipples were enlarged and we could see and feel the kittens moving around in her belly, and right away, I was excited being able to play with some kittens for the first time in years, along with my younger cousin, who was visiting the same day.
Shortly after my first trip to California that summer, we saw the mother cat being
UntitledOnce upon a time, a little girl was born. She had chocolate eyes and long hair of the same color. She grew up strong, with a truly wish of become and artist. She loved to think that one day she would be an actress.Untitled1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But the years passed away quickly, and she didn't have that wish anymore. She discovered something that she truly loved: books and music. She started reading Harry Potter, and she founded One Direction. That was the beginning of the searching of herself. She started liking other books, and other bands too.
But the girl had a problem: she hated what she become. She hated not being what everyone expected, she hated that all people thought she was weird. For herself, she was just a piece of shit. She cried all nights and started being more shy.
In her second high school year, she discovered two people like her... Well, one was actually like her... And the other one just was there everytime she need it. The second one show her the band that would change a little bit their relati
Holiday Scar I don’t remember the pain. I remember shouting, I think. I remember the glass star falling, the sound of it shattering. I remember the colors, metallic blue and gold and blood red. I remember helping, or trying. I remember being told not to worry. I remember dropping the pieces and hearing them tinkle on the tile, except one. I remember the glass sticking out of my thigh. I remember it being longer, three-quarters of my leg, but it was only ever three and three-quarter inches long.Holiday Scar1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was five, maybe four, or six. I remember being small. We were playing by the Christmas tree, though not all of the ornaments were up. I remember mother watching us, taking a break from chasing three small kids. I am the oldest. I remember standing in awe at the tree. It was huge, taller than mom, taller than dad. Dad was the biggest person I knew. He has a deep laugh and a large
Death Battle Analysis - Blastoise (Wild)Death Battle Analysis - Blastoise (Wild) - No EV/IV training, no Mega Evolution, and no TM, HM, Tutor, or Bred moves.Death Battle Analysis - Blastoise (Wild)3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Background: Standing at 5'3" (1.6 m) and weighing 188.5 lbs (88.5 kg), Blastoise is the Shellfish Pokemon. It is a Water type and has a stubborn, solitary, and warrior mentality. It firmly boasts defence over offence, and it's natural habitat is in lakes and islands. It can be found on islands training on secluded islands to strengthen its combat skills.
Statistics: It's Attack is 171, which is below average. His HP is 268, his Special Attack is 215, and his Speed is 161, all of which are average. However, his Defence is 205 and his Special Defence is 193, both of which are above average. His two abilities are Torrent, which increases his Water-type power, and Rain Dish, which recovers his health in rain.
Move Set: Blastoise's Move Set include's Tackle, Tail Whip, Iron Defence (which drastically increases his Defence stat), Rapid Spin (which can clear ground hazards, su
Tulpa and Bigender Identity SystemThe final picture Thanks to all our friends for helping us become self actualized on the internet and in our interaction with the public as the Mistgod-Melian multiple system.Tulpa and Bigender Identity System4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Tulpa = hallucinatory autonomous imaginary companion created by concentrated thought.
Bigender = A transgender identity system with two distinct gender personas (male/female).