My mother thinks I'm a criminal! (True story)Alright, so my mother is basically dead right now. She's still breathing with a beating heart, but she caught a horrible disease and will probably die soon, but as much as I'll sound like a heart-less demon for saying this, I think she's better off dead at this point, she's only suffering and has completely lost her personality.My mother thinks I'm a criminal! (True story)3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know if this helped her to catch the disease, but she really was extremely crazy. You'll see what I mean in this nonfictional dark comedy.
So for the first 13 years of my life, she acted almost normal, just a bit on the strange side. I am almost 18 now and I'm looking back at how she slowly got weird...
At first things weren't entirely directed at me, like how she one day came up with this odd rule that only women were allowed to use toilets. The reason for this isn't entirely known, but I know my parents got into a great big fight when she tried to tell my father he couldn't use the toilets anymore.
But she also had a strange desire to stare at other p
It's been such a while right?It's been such a while right?5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It’s been such a while right, my dear?
But you know, I still miss you as on the first day,
As you left to regain paradise where you belong my Angel.
But still, since February, I keep thinking about you,
Watching at the past, at our photos together, at this
Time where everything was working, I guess for both of us.
I love you so much. You expressions, your manner of talking and
Communicating your ideas... Your unique support
When everything I knew got destructed. You were here,
Watching, thinking, silently. But, for sure, you were the most
Amazing and big support I ever had.
When we didn’t know each other, I wasn’t aware of you:
Thinking you were as the other, simply coming, passing by,
But then everything changed when Maewa died.
You were so destructed this day. I took you small body in my arms
And whispered: “Everything will be ok Mew. I’m here now”.
I remember this day, you were feeling so cold.
And then, life continued, and I started to get
The Masquerade [Entry Three, March 2012]I swear I’ve been in this audiologist booth more times than I’ve had birthdays, but that’s probably an over-exaggeration brought on by having to spend yet another hour of my life locked in a dark cubicle the size of a wheelchair-accessible bathroom stall. Nothing’s happening, and I wonder if they’ve forgotten about me. I don’t think I could get out if I tried.The Masquerade [Entry Three, March 2012]8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The test is the same as always. High and low tones, played louder and louder until I can hear them. The same old list of words: baseball, popcorn, repeat after me. There’s something silly about it, I think as I sit in the dark and struggle. Childish words, like a stolen spelling list. In my mind’s eye, I can see the words printed out in a handwriting almost as ungainly as my voice.
Why not ‘angry’? Why not ‘dark’? Why not ‘deaf’?
Don’t think that word!
We get the results in the office. It’s too bright. It hurts my eyes. There&
The GalahI work at a local animal park and let me tell you, there is never a dull moment there. Only today, I was chatting to an elderly couple while they were having a look at the macaw when a galah flew in and landed on the fence. That was a bit surprising really. The man walk over to the bird holding his arm out to her, talking to the bird in a friendly way. It hopped onto the man's arm. It was definitely tame. If it was wild, it would had flown away by now. The bird was also talking. My theory is that the poor bird was dumped as it's claws on it's feet were long and it's feathers were quite dull. The man handed to bird to the lady so he could fetch the manger of the park. The bird was sitting on the lady's arm while the lady spoke softly to her. The manager had arrived and was surprised to see the bird.The Galah20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Maybe we should put her with the other galahs." She suggested "As the galahs we have are tame too."
We took the bird to the galah's enclosure, but the other galahs weren't too happy to see
Just another rperIntroductionJust another rper23 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My name is Alex and i’m a rper and writer. I’m from Reno Nevada. I found DA through a rp Forum I was on and decided to join here. I’m 19 and i’m currently in college, getting a degree in computer technology/ IT. I’m pretty easy to talk to and I enjoy speaking with new people.
Things I rp
Fetishes (Foot, belly, tickle...that stuff)
Romance (yuri, straight)
gods and goddess
Dom and sub
insane torture like drowning or burning them
Fandoms I rp- Animes
Attack on Titan
Panty and Stocking
Certain Magical Railgun
To Love Ru
Full Metal alchemist
Katekyo Hitman reborn
ask if not on the list ^^
Writing Prompts I AnsweredFill in the blanks: “I would like to march right up to __________ and say, ‘_______________.’”Writing Prompts I Answered1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I would like to march right up to APH Cuba and say, “YOU are the reason I quit Spanish class. You’re all I can think about. You wanna fruking go… get some ice cream or something? Also, I love you.
How do you react when someone compliments you?
I usually disagree.
Describe your first kiss.
-Hershey Kiss- -fan fiction- Oh, FrUK it! The closest I’ve ever gotten to a kiss was when I cosplayed Fem!Canada and met a France cosplayer who kissed me on the ear!
Complete this similie: “As awkward as ________________.”
As awkward as your friend smelling your hair.
Look around you right now. What is wrong with this picture?
I’m not eating ice cream, I’m lonely, my
Amazing SilenceI keep on thinking to myselfAmazing Silence1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What you see is not who I am
When people tried to change me in the past
Saying you not at all look like you was
This is better, that is better,
Everything is better than you were
But I hadn't changed
Looked all flash in my new clothes
Another face, but the same nose
Like in a play I lived my life
Whatever you wish, as you please
Always angry, never at ease
Swallowing my views so no one could hear
Too lazy for work cause nobody cared
Friends and parent weren't always there
They talked to me but I wasn't there
They didn't love the real me so what should I care ?
Up till today I'm looking for
People that are worth talking to
The amazing silence that surrounds my chats
Is enough to keep alive the dead
The tears of a potatoDark. That's the first thing I remember. Just black. The second is children. Many children playing house with me. But it never lasted. I would Always move. Far away. Somewhere new. Years and years of moving. I never seem to stay in one place. I finally understood what a best friend was. I didn't want to go. The moving was just a regular thing for me now. I always try my best not to get close to others. I know one day I'll have to say goodbye. But now I have friends that I can actually call friends. Because I know we will be together for a long time. And I want it to stay like that. But deep down, I know I'm going to say goodbye. Just one more time...The tears of a potato1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Confessions of an Apathetic Loser - 1 -Confessions of an Apathetic Loser - 1 -1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To be honest. Nothing in my life is falling into place as everyone believes it is. I have withdrawn to the point of apathy. I don’t really care anymore and for me that’s the best course of action. It’s to the point I’m living off of only a few hours of sleep a night and only an apple and the equivalent of a hot pocket a day. My entire life has been thrown for a loop and it hurts. Though, that pain is being pushed aside as I know that I need to remain strong.
I’d been struggling with depressing and apathy for a long while. It takes everything that I am to actually be able to keep myself open and talking about my feelings. I know that’s my biggest flaw and right now I’m going to embrace it. Emotions are illogical and completely confusing. I don’t want them anymore. I’m just going to enjoy what’s going on in my life and see where it goes from there.
My heart will still be out there for people that I care about, but what they do d
Emotion to Literature: BlindnessMost of the time, I wish I were blind.Emotion to Literature: Blindness1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I envy the life of the blind, may that be in pitch darkness or endless blur.
The clear vision of this world is too difficult to handle at times.
The gazes of people which otherwise wouldn't matter surround me and constrict me.
Sometimes, I just imagine being blind one day.
Will my friends be sorry for me then?
Will I be sympathized a little more then?
Will they look at me with softer eyes then?
Will the significant come back to greet me? Say hello?
Maybe. Just maybe.
I will never know, but the hope is less darker than me right now.
Suddenly, I realize that I wish I were blind only because
I have already seen all these things.
I have seen and felt. That's why.
I would still have to shoulder the past.
I might even turn into a bitter person.
Suddenly, I wish I were deaf.
But would my inner voice stop?
I fear it wouldn't.
I'm already blind, blind to the small appreciations.
I'm already blind, blind in my own small world
My BodyI don’t believe there is a day that goes by without looking at my body in the mirror. As a writer, I feel as if it is important to record my thoughts and amplified feelings, such as when I get a lyric stuck in my head and I need to write the whole song. When I do look in the mirror, it is no question that I was not born naturally slender and firm. I still constantly compare myself to other women, and wonder for a millisecond where I didn’t get that same bargain. The truth is that this body is mine, and I work with what I have. Somehow, this body was meant for challenge after challenge, and it has history and character. Despite my cells renewing themselves, it’s practically the same outfit.My Body1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This story is also intimate, and it is going to make me open up about a lot. As I stood in front of the mirror in a sports bra and new underwear, it is the first time in forever that I saw it in an entirely different light. Maybe it’s because it’s a bright summer day, or
When I Type StoriesI stepped out of my room. My eyes scanned the living room and one object stole my attention. My laptop. My laptop has been my life along with my iPad.When I Type Stories2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There, I wrote stories of raw presentations my mind displays, and I discover masterpieces that I never thought to be anywhere. They were all kinds of art. Paintings, drawing, landscapes, scenery, audio, manga, anime, and a lot of others. In my laptop, it wasn’t just a display of light. It was a display of art. I was always flooded with notifications. Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, Vocaloid software, Facebook, the rings, the text boxes were mesmerizing. How it amazed me that you could just write your thoughts on a piece of paper, edit it, revise it, type it, print it out, or something of the sort. And this are my thoughts, however, in real life, I do not look just as excited as you think I am.
I sauntered to my chair, and I sat on it lazily. I gazed at my reflection at the blank screen, seeing the parallel me. Red Beats headphones, should
Have you seen my camel?Oh, the joys of riding the bus. You never know what situation you’ll find yourself in, or the people you’ll meet. There are people that are nice and offer you their seat when the bus is full, people who couldn’t care less while an old person goes flying in the air as the bus pulls out, and just plain freaks. There are ones that make you want to switch seats, and the ones that make you think to yourself, “You know, I could do with some exercise; I think I’ll just walk the rest of the way.” These are the 3 things that have happened to me that just make you say, “Wow.”Have you seen my camel?2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My first subject I will just call him Bob, Bob the Bomber. I’m sitting on the bus listening to music to drown out all the screaming kids and special Ed, while watching the nearest 6-year-old boy lick the windows. I’m at the mall waiting for everyone to finish getting on and off while I take my last breath of fresh air before the bus gets packed and someone sticks t
WarHave you ever looked into the eyes of someone who has seen war? It might surprise you to know that you have. It might seem that I am belittling the traumatizing effect of actual war and those who bravely face it, but I am really not. Can you honestly look at the world around you and deny that there are wars being fought every day?War3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is a look you can recognize, if you are looking, that will tell you everything you need to know about a person and the battles they have faced. This whole selfies thing was idiotic to me, so I never partook. Since he left, though… I find myself wanting to capture the looks, the hair, the makeup… everything he is missing… for him. Though I no longer share these selfies, I catch myself taking them with him in mind. A part of me, I think, believes that one day he will see them and appreciate them. Folly, I know. This time, I made myself look at me. I saw the haggard remnants of myself and didn’t feel repelled. In my eyes, I could se
Me on laughing gas -True story/HILARIOUSLol, they went from being nice and smiling when I walked in to "Please just get this creep outta here" when I left.Me on laughing gas -True story/HILARIOUS3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Okay, so I know you're not supposed to remember yourself on laughing gas, but it doesn't really matter if you believe me of not, the story is still HILARIOUS, so who cares if it's fiction or nonfiction?
I'll skip the boring parts, but none of what I am about to tell you is fake. It's just a mash-up of all the best parts.
Even with my super-human memory, I only remember bits and pieces of this, so the whole meal probably isn't here, but here it goes... (You can't dream with laughing gas btw, so this isn't a dream!)
My surgeon was a black man and my nurse was a woman, so I felt as if they may have been bullied by racists/sexists, so I told them: "I know you're probably upset for being a black and being a woman, but don't worry, I for one think white men other than myself are stupid and I'm gonna turn the tables for you guys when I take over the solar system." They looked at
The Masquerade [Entry Two, February 2012]February 2012The Masquerade [Entry Two, February 2012]3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My hearing is everyone’s business but mine today.
My otolaryngologist has long given up speaking to me and speaks instead to my mother. He grabs a tuning fork from his desk and taps it hard against his palm before pressing the end to the bone behind my right ear.
“I hear it now,” I tell him.
“With your ears?”
I shake my head. “I mean, I feel it. Vibrations.”
He says something in his thick accent and I turn to my mom desperately. “What?”
“He says that isn’t real hearing.” Before I can finish my haphazard attempt at lip reading, the doctor has jammed his light into my ear canal without warning me. I jump, bite my lip, but don’t say anything. It hurts. It all hurts. Three months since the infections. Nine months since the accident. It all hurts.
As we get up to leave, I turn to my doctor. “I’ve been practicing? My lip-reading. Can you tell the difference?”
The vacancy in his eyes
Based on a True Story BroMy eyes were glued to the pages of angst. Line after line of love, loss, and adorable shenanigans. I was snuggled up in my blanket, my room the temperature of an icebox. It was one of those nights, those restless nights were I was so caught up in my personal second dimension, that I didn't care about the sun's beams of morning streaking across the sky. I read and fantasized and that was all I needed. Thank god for the internet, I suppose.Based on a True Story Bro4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As I realized what I had been doing, I could only laugh and say, "I'm such fucking garbage" with a laugh.
The Masquerade [Entry One, December 2014]December 2014The Masquerade [Entry One, December 2014]4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The man behind the counter smiles at me and raises his hands so I can see them. You ready to go?
Despite the fluidity of the movements, I raise my eyebrows briefly at the dialect difference before replying. Yes.
Have a good flight, travel safe. He leads me to the gate and as I board the plane I turn back to smile and wave at him.
I find my seat easily and sit down. The chair and the walls vibrate slightly and I can feel a firm shaking of the ground below me. The other passengers are getting on.
A grandmother, a mother and a baby sit down in my row. They’re all travel-anxiety mixed with saccharine smiles, and we get along well so long as I keep my mouth shut. I do a crossword and drop my mechanical pencil over the side of my tray.
“Excuse me, can you grab that?” I say as politely, as carefully as I can.
It’s no use. Her face falls, twists in disgust and in what I can only hope is an unconscious mov
The Opera?I stayed awake. I sat on my floor. I saw to the left of me, curtains, a stage, high balcony seats. The room was a pleasant, dim yellow/orange. Like a sunrise- Not a sunset, a sunrise. It was pleasant, none the less, but who were these people in the audience, clapping, cheering? Who were they uproariously rooting for? No one was on stage. Was it me? Why were they in my room? Why did my room turn into a theatre? I may never know. A coat rack with a top hat next to me congratulated me. Why? Who knows? Why did I take Ambien?The Opera?4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Shattered Glass Part 2... SupremeI am Supreme. Well, actually, I have officially given my sister and myself, a name. My sister Inferior, owns the name Ilene, and I am Vivianne. I just came back from my visit with a friend, and as soon as I came back, I was mistaken for some Olivia girl. Seriously, get it right. Ugh, I have to do something fun with this boy, his name is A. He is really nice and I also have this thing set up with some Lucy girl, she said she needs to capture all of us if she is going to get Olivia back. She seems really shy and seems to have met Inferior, ahem, I mean Ilene. I actually want to leave this place. It doesn't match me, having nice friends. Who is this Olivia, I think its time me and Ilene do some research. We will go to the library tomorrow.. Right now, I need to go pull some pranks on this new girl, Opal. Hope her sister, Lily, can protect her. Heheh.Shattered Glass Part 2... Supreme4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Confessions of A High School Drop Out: Chapter TwoI wish I could get a job. Even if it was at McDonalds. I'd be happy. At least I would have a job, you know? I could try saving up for a car, or even a moped! Anything with wheels I don't have to peddle. Then I could get a place. My husband and I both could get a place. That would be awesome.Confessions of A High School Drop Out: Chapter Two4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We had our own place in New Hampshire, but there wasn't any education out there. Not for people 21 years or older. i did't want to just get a GED, because I didn't drop out because I was lazy. To anywhere you apply you apply for a job at a GED can mean one out of two things. One, you did give up or two, you were too lazy to do 100%. Most of the time they think number two. The only places that don't care are the places with a high rollover rate, and you don't want to work for places with a high rollover rate. If people keep quitting their jobs there you will end up having to pick up their slack when they're gone, and it's a sure sign that it's a crappy place to work. So, I didn't want to settle for
Confessions of a High School Drop Out: Chapter OneMy name is Lola DeLioncourt. I'm 22 years old, and I'm a high school dropout. It sucks being a high school dropout. I dropped out during my last semester of my senior year. I dropped out because I was living in a domestic violence woman's shelter. They only let you stay there for thirty days, and they weren't willing to extend my stay... So I was forced to get a job. When you make $5.25 an hour plus lousy tips, you're forced to get more than 20 hours a week.Confessions of a High School Drop Out: Chapter One4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To get a place to live, so I wouldn't end up homeless, I got more hours and left school. I was seventeen years old an a few months shy of my eighteenth birthday. I was married, and my husband was in another state at the time. We weren't doing too well.
You see he was a very insecure and jealous man at that time. I would get into trouble at school because of me using my phone all of the time. If I didn't answer his texts he would assume I was having sex with someone... You know... because at 10am I wouldn't be in class or anything..
Jake BioName: JakeJake Bio5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Date of birth: July 11th, 1991
Place of birth: Unknown
Astrological sign: Cancer
Foot/paw size: male 8 US
Bio: Jake is a very friendly mouse who loves to tickle people and tie them up. For so long as he can remember, Jake he knew he loved feet, but didn’t know it yet. It all started with a fascination with feet and loved smelling his feet all the time when no one was looking. It progressed to sniffing other people’s feet, who let him, and catered to his fetishes.
As a teenager, with the internet picking up significant speed and popularity, he looked at pictures of feet and paws, videos of worshipping feet. Soon, his appetite for feet grew and grew. By the time he was an adult, he already had mastered the art of tickling, and worshipping paws. Everyone whom he had worshipped remarked that he was the best they had ever gotten.
Jake tends to be a bit of a loner, and prefers to meet people online. IRL, he is also a frie