MotherI lived with my mother until I was eleven. She once told me that I was a planned child. Yet when I was twelve she told me she doesn't want me to live with her anymore because "she got her own life now". Now, if she would have been the jetsetting type, I might've understood. When you travel a lot a child can be a burden, limiting you in your personal fulfillment. But my mother spent her newly acquired own life on her butt on the couch, infront of the TV.Mother2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Why do you want a child when you get rid of it after twelve years? I have my speculations about this. She separated from my father when I was five, first we went from one hotel to another, after she went to the lawyer she received spousal support. Even after I got older, she never looked for a job. She just didn't wanted to work, always had excuses. She was lazy. My father later told me it's always been like that, even though he got her a well-paid job in a big firm (prior to my birth), she always complained about work and later
Ready for Battle! - Chapter 1 "HURRY UP! GET OFF THE BUS! GET OFF THE DAMN BUS!"Ready for Battle! - Chapter 13 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'Oh man, this is happening now,' I thought to myself as I fumbled my bag in my hand and frantically tried to hop off the bus. I had just arrived at Lackland Air Force Base, the place where hope is crushed, and souls are drop-kicked my Military Training Instructors, or MTI's for short. I had been preparing for my basic training for the past few months prior to that moment, putting myself in top physical conditioning and mental alertness to prepare for two whole months of military training. However, nothing could've prepared me for the psychological aspects and mind games that the MTI's played on us.
Stepping off the bus, I immediately walked into the building that stood before me. MTI's directed us to head to a big auditorium (screaming at us the whole time), warning us to hurry up through the process. I stared straight ahead, not daring to make eye contact with anyone as I
Notes on a Psychiatric WardJohn Forbes Nash, Jr., was one of the recipients of the 1994 Nobel Prize in Economics — but he nearly wasn't: the Nobel selection body had expressed concerns that he might embarrass them.Notes on a Psychiatric Ward5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mr Nash was a paranoid schizophrenic. His illness had led him to believe, among other things, that he had been charged with creating a new world government that would lead to his being crowned Emperor of Antarctica.
Most people might call such a belief mad. Mr Nash himself, acknowledging what he had been through, said: 'My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional — and back.'
The same might be said of my own quest.
After a long and interesting life, Mr Nash, along with his wife, died suddenly and needlessly in an automobile accident. I was on a psychiatric ward at the time.
The point of these brief, loosely-structured notes is to speak a little about some of my fellow patients, and to illuminate the often obscured truth that people with a mental illness are
Jana Novakova Czech BioJana Nováková Czech Republic BioJana Novakova Czech Bio1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Jana Nováková
Representing Country: Czech Republic
-In home language: Česka Republika
Appearance: Jana is about 5'6, the average women's height for her country. In comparison to the other people of the world, she is relatively short. For example, Ivan and Ludwig both tower over her yet Ivan and Jana are distantly related since they are Slavic cousins. Apart from her lack in height, she has a mix of hair color that's she's inherited from the two ancient countries Bohemia and Moravia. Light blond from Moravia and a light brown from Bohemia. Her eye color is a deep pine green, contrary to the popular blue or brown. It represents her forest landscape and the originality of her personality. In terms of clothing, she likes to wear boho-style and traditional folk clothing when she gets the chance. Jana is very in-touch with her culture and wears her hair in a signature plait.
Personality: Jana masters 7 lan
Action and Reaction Secrets are rarely kept between two people. If you have a secret, it's best to tell no one.Action and Reaction3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I told someone, so mine was no longer a secret, it was just low-key information we tried to keep quiet.
I was easily embarrassed, and wished it hadn't happened in front of him, my new husband. Our bed was a futon, with walls on two sides and a dresser at the foot. I got up early and opened the drawer where my clothes were, and something leapt out at me. I ran for the door to the other room. My husband was laughing so hard when I returned, I wanted to pour cold water on him.
He said, "You and that mouse was both runnin neck and neck for the door. Funniest thing I ever seen!"
"It was awful. Please don't tell anyone. Keep it secret. Promise?"
"Okay, I promise. It's still the funniest thing I ever seen!"
"What's a mouse doing in the dresser anyway?"
"Makin a nest, probly," he said. "Look.
Donated To Rock And RollWhen I was young I liked himDonated To Rock And Roll1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But my parents kept me away from him
They said I should donate my brain to science
But I wanted to donate my face to rock and roll
Amy's Diary: Snake Vore I first fell in love with snakes when I was but the tender age of ten, when I was presented with a baby, lavender corn snake for my birthday. Safe to say I was confused at first, after all — who could love such a horrible, feared creature with a bad reputation? Well, during the first few days, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. It shied away from my hand at any given opportunity, hiding in its cave and hissing lowly. During those first few days, I got the distinct impression that the baby corn snake didn't want anything to do with me, rather it hated me. Being so young and naive, I had to call upon the aid of my father, who gave me a book that talked about; the biology, nature and behaviour of corn snakes. At first the words were hard to understand, but over time I eventually got the gist of what to do. Over the course of the following three months, the corn snake grew accustomed to being handled, andAmy's Diary: Snake Vore2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My Top 10 Favorite cartoons (animes too)1. Sonic BoomMy Top 10 Favorite cartoons (animes too)2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2.Pokemon indigo league
6.My little pony
8. Spirited away
IMPACTA millisecond glimpse of a truck bearing down on my right.IMPACT1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The car’s facing the wrong way. Which way is which? Which way did I come from? There’s shattered glass everywhere. The passenger windows are shattered. I’ve been in an accident. I’m still alive. I can’t breathe. Oh, God!
“Huh! Huh!” I’m grasping for breath, trying to say “I can’t breathe,” but the words won’t come.
Slowly, I start to take deeper and deeper breaths. I’m in someone’s yard, my car facing the street, turned around to almost face the intersection. I began to fumb
Mes Deux pieds en dehors de mon Lit..."...Comme tous les matins, j'ouvre mes yeux, déçu de n'être pas resté un peu plus longtemps dans mes rêves...encore un jour à devoir subir ce Monde stupide...à m'ennuyer d'entendre les banalités des gens hypnotisés par le Néant du Système...mais heureusement, il me reste une Lumière à laquelle penser: Celle de l'Espoir...et de penser à cette Lumière guide mes gestes et mes paroles...Cela me donne la force de poser mes deux pieds en dehors de mon lit...De faire ce que j'ai à faire...Je sais que quoi que je vivrai dans cette nouvelle journée qui ne servira à rien d'autre qu'à dériver un peu plus loin dans mon délire d'Artiste...il y aura l'image de cette fille mystérieuse qui sera là pour veiller sur mon âme...pour veiller à ce que j'ose être moi même, pour ne surtout pas être là où les gens m'attendent..."Mes Deux pieds en dehors de mon Lit...2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ps : Merci à Placebo pour l'
The LedgeI sat down on the ledge next to Self. Concrete radiating the warmth of the day’s sun as dusk approached. I hesitated to look down. I never did like heights. I couldn’t help but think how beautiful the city looked at this time of day – lights just beginning to come on – city just beginning its transformation from work to the few hours of freedom we were given each day.The Ledge3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Self looked across the horizon with a distant look in his eyes and said quietly, “Do you believe in life after death?” It seemed more a rhetorical question than one in which he expected an answer.
“Why do you ask, Self?” As good a place to start as any, because I already knew Self’s answer.
Self paused for a long time. I could feel the heaviness in the air. The dense evening air approaching like the dark that seems to follow us all at times. “Well, I just wonder what’s the point of going on.” Self choked back a lump in his throat, a tear in his eye.
Armed and dangerous, a fool and his pet TaipanArmed and Dangerous, an encounter with a fool and his Pet Taipan.Armed and dangerous, a fool and his pet Taipan3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
True story. I have been a long time snake enthusiast (since early childhood) and have kept many deadly reptiles and spiders in captivity over the years. Ive had quite a few close shaves, like the time i ended up in hospital after getting bitten by a Tiger Snake (Notechis scutatus), Tiger snakes are another Aussie snake species, like Taipans with a potentially fatal bite.
The following incident was also too close for comfort though, and involved the world's most venomous land snake-The Inland Taipan (Oxyranus microlepidotus). Harry* was an acquaintance of mine who I always had doubts about. He got into snakes because I was into snakes, he was always quite the sheep. Through dealings with him, I found out some snake enthusiasts can be more slippery and snake like than the cold-blooded, scaled varieties that they keep locked away in cages, actually, ive known a few snake keepers that they themselves should be locked
Bitchlet 28You're way too important to me to be so far away.Bitchlet 281 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sleep ParalysisOk, so uh... This has been bothering me for awhile. You see, I suffer from sleep apnea, which is where you hold your breath while you sleep, and all I've had a few sleep paralysis episodes as well.Sleep Paralysis3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm usually not bugged by this... But... This one time has terrified me since it happened.
It happened when I was in 7th grade. At the time, my parents had an even split divorce of me, where on Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, I was with my dad, and for the rest of the week I was with my mom. My mom lived in a cabin like house just outside the city, and we had 16 acres of forest land to ourselves. The forest was beautiful, as was the house. My room was upstairs, and it was connected to this little store room. The room was sealed off by a small door (kind of like in Coraline). The store room was unfurnished, and quite literally was for junk. I never went in there, because of the dust, spiders, and the dark. I kept a few oak chests in there full of childhood memories that couldn't fit in
DemolishShe mourned as she hovered her cursor over their Facebook chat box. Enthusiastic messages leapt up when she showed herself online. He was the perfect guy, so eager to please and love and marry; and she was so stupid to let this happen.Demolish2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Their families had been close for years. All ties would be severed now.
Damn it, she should have nipped it in the bud; but by the time she even learned of the arranged marriage, his parents were involved and they were so lovely she couldn’t destroy their hope without at least trying to love him.
They were never a real couple, but still this break up would shatter the hearts of two houses.
Me a Voice Actress My story starts today. I have to forget everything I've done in the past and focus on the future. I think it'll be easier than it sounds. If not, does it matter? The ease of the road I'm choosing has nothing to do with the fact that my story starts today.Me a Voice Actress3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I've wanted to be a voice actress since I was 4 and went to see Aladdin in theaters. Things happened that year, crappy things. Somehow, I ended up forgetting the amazing-ness of Robin Williams, Jonathan Freeman and Brad Kane while those crappy things were happening. I ended up in Alaska, my plans having been derailed for years. But, I still wanted to be a voice actress.
I was 7 and living in Colorado (don't ask)when the subject came up again. We were, all 4 of us, living in a trailer in a camp ground and eating what food eats. I was shot down for acting lessons and auditions. Was I shot down because of the money? Was I shot down because Denver was too far away? Was I shot down because I was too young? N
10 strangest things that have ever happened to meFrom female pedophiles asking me to help them get their hands on children, to hamsters with telekinesis escaping from their cages, we count 10 of the strangest things I've ever been forced to endure...10 strangest things that have ever happened to me3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Number 10: Francis joins the melee!
So, do you remember an old Nickelodeon show called "The Fairy Odd Parents"? Well, I once had a dream where the bully from that show, "Francis" was actually a playable character in Super Smash Brothers Melee. This was just so utterly random that I couldn't even understand how I could've possibly even thought of it, even if it was just a dream. I remember seeing the message saying "A new challenger is approaching!" even though I had already unlocked all the characters, only to see the outline of Francis. It was so strange that even I took a minute to grasp who that was, even having completely known who the character was. When the fight started, we were battling on the bonus stage for gathering trophies and he wasn't even in 3D, it literally looked like a
Confessions of an Apathetic Loser - 2 -Confessions of an Apathetic Loser - 2 -1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, I’ve managed to do enough to need to confess once again. Several things have happened over the past week to make me want to disappear. Starting with the fact that I couldn’t keep myself from sleeping with the man. It happened again and it was just as great as it always was. There was something else that happened. I’m not on birth control and he wasn’t wearing a condom. He couldn’t pull out and after listening to him worry about it for a short while I looked at my period tracker ap on my phone. It turns out that according to that I’m ovulating.
That wouldn’t be such a bad thing if things were going well or if I hadn’t managed to mess things up so thoroughly just last night. I managed to get a little drunk and had an emotional breakdown. I was sitting in the bathroom praying to the porcelain god when he walked in and tried to talk me through it. Though, he was the one that caused it. I told him that I couldn’t keep going as we w
(I) Last year at around late January I was admitted into a fabulous psychiatric ward for chronic depression. So now for some fun exposition:(I)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At around the time of puberty my brain decided that experiencing genuine feelings of happiness and having any drive and ambition was so passé, so it stopped doing just that. I was in some bullshit gifted student programs and had consistent high marks for literacy and did pretty damn well in all subjects (sans math because fuck math) and was just overall really special and perfect and excellent. As a student, anyway. Shit, I was also always commended for having excellent behavior. It was less "ass kissing" and more "being so absolutely socially awkward that I was incapable of misbehavior". But at least it worked out in my favor. Anyway, to make this tangent relevant, my grades and behavior started slipping (just like my sense of reality!) at around middle school. I just st
Origin of Dr. WongOrigin of Dr. WongOrigin of Dr. Wong1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In San Francisco, in China Town, Wanda Wong was born in 1993. Her father was Hun Wong and her mother was Nikki Wong, they're both scientists. At the age of 5, Wnada just learned science by her father. Her mother also taught to read and write. At the age of 12, Wanda learned how to make her own robots by reading "Robot Making for Dummies". She created a vaccuum-like robot to vaccuum the carpet, but the robot went hay wire and exploded. There was dirt all over the living room and her parents grounded her for a week. At the age of 16, Wanda was in high schooland she saw two bullies attacking a scawny kid. So Wanda summoned a robotic wasp with her remote control and commerial it to attack the bullies. But the principal give her detention for attacking them. So she plotted to destroy the two bullies with her two robots. A snake and a dog. Two robots spotted the bullies and attacked them. But Aladdin and Jack Sparrow jumped in and destroyed the robots and save the tw
Horror House (Personal Experience)Horror House (Personal Experience)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was about a month since we had moved to our new house and had only just gotten officially settled into our room. My wife and I were staying with her mother to help her out since she was having some medical problems and was requiring assistance with simple household stuff such as cooking, cleaning, and watching the children. So far life was…adequate to say the least, we had the necessities plus had recently gotten cable hooked up in our room. So we really couldn’t complain too much. That is until we cleaned out the closet.
Our closet wasn’t trashed or anything, in fact it was empty. Well, all except for some left over paper and little bits of randomness. At the time we didn’t have a vacuum so we had swept most of it out; regrettably leaving a bit but, since we were just going to store some of our boxes in there until we could get a dresser it didn’t seem to matter. Nothing out of the ordinary had really happened yet until we did get our dresser and proce
On The Old Lady's FloorI had the little house to myself, and sunshine almost every day. And when it wasn't sunny, there was momentous thunderclaps and pouring rain.On The Old Lady's Floor1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Here it comes," I said to the old lady who lives across the street, the one with the antlers in her garage. She didn't understand English but she knew what I meant, get ready for a downpour.
People afterwards asked me what I did all the time. I had two books, which I'd finished quite early on into my stay. One was called the 10th Commandment and was a well written but fairly obscure detective novel. The other was the New Testament, a little red Gideons Bible. From the scrawlings on the inside cover I surmised I'd had it since primary school.
In answer to society's question of 'how can one possibly survive without television, books, conversation, coffee, rich food and computers without going stir crazy, I mean what do you do all day?' I answer; 'I read the Bible a Christian, I meditate as a Buddhist, I practice yoga a Hindu, as a Muslim I submit
2015-194 EvensongMy friend Rebecca Michelle TheEmptyChest asked if I were to write the story of my life, what I would title it. The title I was thinking of was 'Holding onto Hope' or something along those lines. But 'Evensong' would work well, too, or perhaps better.2015-194 Evensong3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Evensong, or Compline as my Roman Catholic sisters and brothers name it, is the closing prayer of the day before retiring. It is a time to reflect upon the day, what has gone well and what has not, what blessing I may give thanks for, and what misdeeds I need to confess to God so that I can sleep with conscience clear.
Psalm 91 is the psalm for Sunday evening. "The one who dwells in the shelter of the Most High and abides in the shade of the Almighty says to the Lord, 'My refuge, my stronghold, my God in whom I trust.'"
Psalm 91 used to bother me because, on the surface level, it is simply not true. God's people do suffer, and all too often they suffer specifically because they are God's people. Then I realized that those who suffer most
Shattered Glass Part 3... OpalI am Life, or my human name, Opal. I am on my way to class. A lot of people look at me like I'm some kind angel. I mean, I'm not an angel, but I feel like I have power. Sadly, my sister is the opposite of my only good ways. She is Death, or her human name, Lily. It's sad to say that she is viewed as a devil, but she's extremely loyal.Shattered Glass Part 3... Opal1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today, I have gotten mistaken for Olivia. I've seen pictures of Olivia. I look a lot like her, except I have blue in my hair. I have been targeted for a prank, by Miss Plead, or Vivianne. I'm surprised actually, we all look the exact same, and have the last name Plead. Hmm... oh well I guess.
I see my sister in the distance, in yet, another fight. Time to go save her butt and get prank-ed again.