Light YearsILight Years2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Time is a human construct ably abetted by the sky, the stars. We looked at the sky and decided to delineate day and night, to make them into two halves, when in fact they were just fine whole.
Prehistory – our prehistory – we were overwhelmed by the sky. Cave paintings and inscriptions are a myriad of hypothetical disasters, stars falling, bursting, chelating. For we saw the Milky Way in all its wonder, all white dust, blue light and rosy curls, a solid mass hanging heavy in the sky.
A girl has prehistory as well. Before she is born, before she is even the star twinkling in her mother’s eye, her parents meet. They fall in love because the stars deem them compatible. The mother, an Aquarius, full of intellect and dreams. The father, a Taurus, rooted so firmly in the ground that he has enough foundation to lift the world. Both are fixed signs, revolving around one another, becoming the binary.
The Kalahari have a myth: deep in the desert, a
A piece of my pastVarious events led to my descent into a state of almost madness. I could list them all but it would always be incomplete... Some of them my fault, some of them someone else's fault. And then it happened. My suicidal and self destructive side kicked in...A piece of my past1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
From minor pinches to serious cuts, blood and pain became my companions, in the form of a blade. I admit, I always felt an incredible guilty pleasure with every cut...
And meanwhile, the blade danced around the veins on my wrists, my mind wondered about how many pills I needed to end it all, a rope seemed friendly... And it went on for quite a while.
And all the time, I hid everything, I kept it to myself and pretended that nothing was wrong. I was lying to me and to the world.
Today, I'm almost more scar than person. Both in body and mind. But I managed to almost overcome the addction. It was destroying me bit by bit. And the marks are there, I have to see them everyday, reminding me of my darkest moments. And still, everyday, I
Why You Shouldn't Play Smash Late at Night "Aww, I didn't get to see what his Final Smash was..." Becca whined as the match ended.Why You Shouldn't Play Smash Late at Night2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Nah, just play as him again. I've never seen it either. I'll let you have a freebie," I let her know.
It was rather late on a Saturday night, and the two of us decided it was the perfect time to show off our "skills". Becca had recently shown me her lack of skill with Mario Kart 8 in the form of a replay (in which Yoshi steals second-to-last place from her microseconds away from the finish line), only to win each race against me afterwards. I challenged her to some Smash Bros to make myself feel a little better about myself. However, when it's late on a Saturday night, games tend to be less about skill and more about screwing around, I've come to notice.
Moving my cursor around the screen, I was reminded of a quick little thing that Shulk just so happened to have.
"Hey Becca," I began, "did you
BelongingHome is one cat burrowing into my chest and the other staring in challenge as if I can stare back. It's the dog butting her head gently against my knee, asking for a scratch behind her ears. It's his mom clasping my hands mid-conversation, his grandmother's feather-light touch on my shoulder as she walks by, his brother's poking and prodding, his sister-in-law's impassioned storytelling, the raucous laughter of his dad and his mom's best friend. It's rain pelting the rooftop, but sunshine indoors. It's the smell of burgers grilling, the ambient noise of the television playing in the background. But maybe most of all, home is the surge of warmth I feel when I glance down at him, sprawled out on the leather couch with an arm draped around my waist, humming softly along with who knows what tune for only me to hear.Belonging3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Eulogy For The Five Missing ChildrenBefore I begin, I would like to thank you all for coming. I'm sure that this comes as quite a shock to you all. Several days ago, a man (if he can be called that) entered Freddy Fazbears Pizza and disguised himself as the restaurant mascot. After winning the trust of five children he then led them into the back room of the restaurant and proceeded to murder them one by one. What this man did should be considered abhorrent and on behalf of Fazbear Entertainment Inc. I want to assure you that this man has no connection whatsoever with our company and he will be brought to justice. I only wish that these coffins contained the bodies of these children. The children were practically regulars to our restaurant and happened to be little rays of sunshine to each of our employees. Our mascots, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were their favorites and any employee can tell you that if the kids noticed that they were feeling down, they would do everything that they could to help raise their spirits. ButEulogy For The Five Missing Children1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AsexualityWe all are born with innocence. For everyone, it eventually fades away as life progresses, as we grow, learn and ask questions.Asexuality3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The one question that everyone asks at some point in their life, usually more than once, is the infamous Question, dreaded by parents everywhere. "Where do babies come from?"
For me, I finally got "The Talk" when I was eleven years old. It was well past midnight on a hot, sleepless, summer night. My mother and I were lying on top of the covers on her bed while the air conditioner hummed along. The Question came up, and she decided it was time to explain sex to me.
"That sounds weird. And kinda gross." I said afterwards.
"It does for now." She replied. "But when you get older you'll understand."
I took her word for it, and didn't think much else about "The Talk" and sex for several years after that.
Fast-forward through puberty, and I keep wondering when sex will stop sounding weird and start sounding normal. I keep waiting to experience those sexual urges that
DysphorialandMi prima puso una película mexicana relativamente nueva, se llama cásese quien pueda. Y sale una escena de una niña que se llama gustava y toca batería y su canción se llama "ojalá hubiera nacido niño y me hubiera llamado Gustavo". Una escena totalmente trans y en eso solo me mira mi papá. No sé qué pensar.Dysphorialand3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mi cousin was watching a movie, a Mexican movie and there was this scene where a girl called gustava played the drums and her song was "I wish I was born a boy and was named gustavo". A totally trans scene. My dad turned to see me. I don't know what to think...
How I Became a Brony Well, since privacy doesn't seem to be a thing that exists anymore, I suppose it's time to tell all of you wonderful people how I became a brony.How I Became a Brony3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was just starting out as a writer when my best friend started watching My Little Pony. His name was Jeremy, and he was always a bit more open-minded then I was. The guy was my best friend since 1st grade (which, for those of you who aren't good at numbers, is a really long time), and we were neighbors; I trusted him more then I've trusted anyone else. We told each other everything, and always sat next to each other on the bus ride home.
One day, he was a bit distant. I was thinking "Okay, maybe he's tired," because he used to stay up for days back then. Shortly before he got off the bus, he abruptly turned to me and, with a completely serious look on his face and a dramatic tone to his voice, confessed that "Dude... I'm a brony!"
To which I replied, "What? You're a brownie?"
Stand up for GodGod's word can be used everywhere- at school, work, and even at home. Most people believe that it can only be used at church, but they're wrong.Stand up for God4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For example, I use it at school.
Although it might not sound very serious, it was. God's 3rd Commandment clearly states that we should not use His name in vain, also known as blasphemy. My friends were constantly doing this, with "Oh my ---" and "--- dang it!" For some time it went unnoticed until me and another friend got together and made a plan to change this. Again, might sound easy to solve for most people, but I was scared of being rejected by my friends. The entire weekend I was not looking forward to resolving the problem. That of course stopped when I prayed. I realized a few things I hadn't taken into consideration before.
I was the 'leader' of my table. I normally guided the decisions made by my friends, and acted more mature than them. And i found that that if I didn't stop them, I would practically doom them for not le
Memories of Toni Packer IV: I Am Always the SameI was at the Springwater Center. It was early in the series of silent retreats with Toni Packer that I had attended some decades ago.Memories of Toni Packer IV: I Am Always the Same1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At the appointed time I entered the private meeting room, closed the door, and sat down on the chair. After a brief exchange of greetings I opened by stating, "We put on different clothes or enter a new environment and we become different people." Sitting across from me Toni Packer responded matter-of-factly and without hesitation, "I am always the same."
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Looking Back at MeA man looks back at me. His gaze is as hard and cold as the glass he stands behind, and I can see the calculations behind his bright blue eyes as he weighs my merits and deficiencies. I know which weighs heavier on his scales. My mind races to make the same calculations, if only to check the blue eyed man's accuracy. It isn't long before I too arrive at a conclusion. Every inadequacy, every mistake, every opportunity passed by, every sin is heaped onto one side, that is every bad habit, every misspoken word, every salty tear that I had ever caused to be shed, and every second wasted on activities that bear no good fruit at all, and ill fruit if any is born in the first place. On the other side, a meager helping of good deeds, diligent habits, and virtuous intentions. I was in the depths of inequity.Looking Back at Me2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In a desperate bid to escape the blue eyes' judgment, I tried to weigh the future. I thought that my growth world be sufficient, but down the
they say shit happens and i didI am a hand grenade pin in a child’s hand I am a page three girl when the rain seeps through and I invade the front cover like the minds I’ve broken to make myself seem less desolate and I don’t think I’ve ever broken a heart but God knows I’ve frozen a few to drop in the chaser glass that I finish every fucked up venture I embark upon and I wonder why I’m so difficult to stomach I’m human iodine but no one else is sick and I’m consuming myself to purge these things from my system yet I don’t think the system is holding at all because I’m erratic I am anarchy I am failure of the highest disorder and I’m sorry I hurt people at least I think I am I tried telling myself I’m fire neither good nor evil and a product of perception but I’m a liar and not a very good one because I’m right back at the start and I put your ashes in my tea because sugar is too sweetthey say shit happens and i did1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
AssimilationLord, have mercy on us.Assimilation3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Christ, have mercy on us.
Lord, have mercy on us.
Christ, hear us.
Lord, have mercy on us.
Christ, have mercy on us.
Lord, have mercy on us.
Christ, graciously hear us.
God, the Father of heaven,
God the Son, Redeemer of the world,
God the Holy Spirit,
Holy Trinity, one God,
have mercy on us.
have mercy on us.
have mercy on us.
have mercy on us...
There was something very powerful, very spiritual and heavy, yet distant and far-off...lofty, about my boyfriend's Confirmation. I am not Christian, and attending a Catholic mass reminds me of this. I've only attended twice: the first time because he promised to come to my family's church and I was returning the favor. I cried that evening out in the church's garden, under a statue of Virgin Mary decorated with pastel leis for Easter. He held me close and I tried to suffocate myself with his familiar smell, tried to push away the foreign smells of incense, stagnant holy water, and wood. There is a lot of wood i
SMOKE AND FEATHERS, BLOOD AND STARDUSTTHE GAMESMOKE AND FEATHERS, BLOOD AND STARDUST1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I’ve always been the creative sort, never quite able to make up a story that was plain and uninteresting. My best friend Kara was that way too. We first met in a store owned by her mother, called the Purple Butterfly, when we were around 5 or 6. We’d take our toys and play out epic battles, journeys and adventures, and sometimes even somewhat mournful tales, where one of our characters was orphaned at a young age and were on the road to track down the horrible person who killed their parents. We were the duo, the twin gods of our own little universe, perhaps even multiverse. I’ll be trying to tell you some of the tales we forged, though it’s a little difficult, being that we made them up so long ago, and sometimes even names have faded from recognition.
We launched our cats and beasts forth into battle by motion of our invisible divine hands, unseen by the eyes of the other beings. They charged the A
Chapter oneI felt pain.Chapter one2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sharp pain of the knife slicing across my already bruised skin.
I felt fear.
Fear for my life. Fear that, if this torture continued the way it was going, I would surely die.
I felt anger.
A boiling anger verging on hatred. Anger at myself for my own weakness. A hatred of my inability to stop.
confessions full of jack 23I am getting married...confessions full of jack 232 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A strange arrangement of words, don't you think? My tongue thinks so.
I wanted to postpone/avoid the proposal for a little while longer. I was worried I wouldn't know how to respond. I was afraid a refusal might damage us beyond repair. I wanted to wait, I wanted to be sure. Not of him, no, he has been very clear that he wants me for an eternity and more, he has been very clear that he couldn't possibly get enough of me in one life time. I needed to be sure of myself, I needed to be sure life isn't something I merely tolerate, I wanted to be sure the idea of a long life is not something that I abhor, before getting someone else entangled in my personal wait for the end.
He asked me the question in that silent excited way of his. Right before sleep he put a ring on my finger under the covers and spoke with wide blue eyes. I said yes; matter of factly, simply, as if saying yes to a cup of coffee. There wasn't a no near by. There wasn't a single doubt. No doubt I w
[BlankeMeme] OC interviewRULES :[BlankeMeme] OC interview2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Pick a character you've created.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were that character.
3. Tag at least four people to do this meme
1. What is your name?
2. Do you know why you were named that?
3.Single or taken?
4.Have any abilities or powers?
5. Stop being a Mary Sue!
6.What's your eye color?
7.How about hair color?
8.Have you any family members?
9.Oh, how about pets?
10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like.
11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?
13.Ever ... killed anyone before?
14.What kind of animal are you?
15.Name your worst weaknesses.
16.Do you look up to anyone at all?
17.Are you straight, gay or bisexual?
18. Do you go to school?
19.Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
20.Do you have fangirls/fanboys?
21.What are you most afraid of?
22.What do you usually wear?
23.What's one food that tempts you?
24.Am I annoying you?
25.Well, its not over!
Emotion to Literature: AlcoholI don't know about you, but when I drink I turn into a dog.Emotion to Literature: Alcohol3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No, I don't bark bite wag my tail bone.
It's a figure of speech for losing control.
If you've ever seen a dog super excited to go to the park, you know what I mean.
They say there are three kinds of drunks, the physical, the emotional, and the metaphysical.
The physical drunks turn into narcissistic supermen. They become demigods and swing their punches in off-beat combos. Left right left left right, full swing, roundhouse kick knee kick you know the drill. They'll beat their best friends, the physical drunks. Sometimes the friends who aren't completely gone would take the chance to beat the shit out of these drunks. And it's catharsis on both teams, I tell ya.
The emotional drunks branch off to the angry and the sad. I was a sad drunk. The emotional drunks without permission of everyone else there begin complaining about the unfair world the country the government, religions, sentiments, and then and then 'her.' Once 'her' na
To-Do List: April 201501-04-2015 It is the truth.To-Do List: April 20151 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
03-04-2015 There is nothing quite as bad as incest
03-04-2015 Heavens gate is like a dentists waiting room
03-04-2015 The fish man has all the power
03-04-2015 It has nothing to do with catholicism
06-04-2015 A blank piece of paper is just as important as a full one
07-04-2015 Your constellations are many and varied
07-04-2015 Focus becomes so much more important when you can't see clearly
08-04-2015 The future is not the end
08-04-2015 The art of layering
10-04-2015 Always living other peoples relationships
15-04-2015 Making promises to mama
15-04-2015 The feeling of knowing and actually knowing are different
15-04-2015 When your love is the thing that holds them here
17-04-2015 Hopeful for the future
18-04-2015 Oh, the drop is real
19-04-2015 Sometimes being is enough
19-04-2015 It's a pigshead hat!
20-04-2015 Beetroot or blood
20-04-2015 A strange kind of heartbreak
21-04-2015 Little and often
21-04-2015 Keep the bracelet, give back the ring and the key
Everything is fine. I'm okay.Everything is fine. I'm okay.Everything is fine. I'm okay.2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The words are uttered instantly in response to those dreaded questions, "How are things? How are you doing?"
Everything is fine. I'm okay.
You don't even think, the words just fall off of your tongue like you've been conditioned to respond this way. It's not far from the truth. Introspection isn't encouraged by people who tend to beat you down. Survival revolves around pleasantries. Name, rank, platitude. Say you're fine and you'll be fine. Don't cry or I'll give you something to cry about. Threats fall just as flat as your conditioned response because neglect hurts worse than fists and even negative attention is attention.
Fists leave you throbbing, shaking, aching, leave you bruised and broken in a way that's easy to see. You can watch as you heal and it fixes nothing, seeing purples and blacks fade to yellow-green. But progress is visible and it gives you something to hold on to.
Neglect is a harder pill to swallow. The hurt of it is something a little
God's Plan is Perfect: Part 1God's Plan is PerfectGod's Plan is Perfect: Part 13 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I believe it all started after I beat cancer for the first time. I noticed that my speech was getting a bit slurred and I was having trouble articulating. I couldn't describe things as colorfully as I used to. I also noticed a shift in my balance, perception, thoughts and God only knows how many other things. At the time it all seemed so minuscule. I've always had bad eyesight and my right hip has always given me problems from a childhood accident. That's probably why my balance and perception was a bit off. If you've ever been through all the tests and appointments I've been through, then you know or at least understand how tiring it can be. Obviously that's why my speech was getting a bit precarious and my thoughts so scrambled. Naturally my family and I pegged my problems up to those. Looking back it seems like we were just making excuses. We were al
Death Battle Analysis - Boba FettDeath Battle Analysis - Boba FettDeath Battle Analysis - Boba Fett1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Background: Standing at 6'8" (1.83 m) and weighing 172 lbs (78.2 kg), Boba Fett is a clone of the fearsome Jango Fett, and was born on Kamino. Jango, as his father, taught Boba everything he knew about his profession, and even though he was an orphan at the age of 10, he still continued a hunters life. He eventually donned his father's armor and claimed his rightful place as the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy, eventually gaining the rank of Mandalore. His ship is the Slave I, his is 35 years old (in main canon, 75 in Legends) and he is the Widower in Sintas Vel and the Father to Ailyn Vel.
Mandalorian Body Armor: Made of Mandalorian Iron (which is heavier and stronger than titanium but is incredibly durable, to the point where it can resist lightsabers), this armor has a micro energy field and has a micro energy field. It can resist fire, poison, acid, and cold weather, has a 360° field of vision, and has an infrared scanner. It also has an