Mem'riesDies ist nicht meine Geschichte. Es ist die meines Freundes Stean. Über unser letztes Gespräch, von dem keiner von uns beiden auch nur den Schatten eines Gedankens aufwandte, dass wir uns danach nie wieder sehen würden.Mem'ries4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dass ich aus dem Bus aussteigen würde, ohne an etwas Besonderes zu denken.
Dass ich einfach gehen würde, mit einem kleinen beiläufigen Abschiedsgruß.
Ich erzähle euch von ihm, so wie ich ihn kannte.
Um 5:30 Uhr klingelte mein Wecker. Müde, wie immer kämpfte ich mich aus dem Bett und machte mich fertig, in die Arbeit zu gehen.
Dann wartete ich auf den Bus. Es war kalt und die Sonne ging gerade erst auf. Normalerweise stehe ich nicht so früh auf. Doch es musste sein. Der Bus fuhr überall in der Gegend herum, deswegen brauchte ich über eine Stunde um nach Braunau zu kommen.
Wir hatten uns davor nie sonderlich gut verstanden, weil wir nie viel miteinander zu Tun hatten. Ich war auch ein bisschen beleidigt,
Beautifully Shattered“Fine! Let’s talk then. It’s obviously more important to you that you know than how it makes me feel to talk about it” her fists were balled tightly by her side, nails digging into her palms as she glared at him.Beautifully Shattered14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Woah…that’s not true and you know it. It isn’t about me knowing your secrets, it’s about you trusting me…about you feeling comfortable and opening up about things. It kills me inside to know how much you’re hurting—to see it in your eyes every time something spooks you, or reminds you. You’ve never even said the words…we’ve only danced around the topic—only talked about the fact that it exists. Honey…it happened. It was horrible and dark, and never should’ve happened to you, but it did. It shaped who you became, and I love you so completely that I don’t know which was is up some days. I just want to help…help you get past it.”
“How?! By bringing
colab story with ChibithePonyOnce upon a time... Well, once upon a time is a crummy way to start a story but it's all I got. ANYWAY, once upon a time a girl had an iPhone 4 with a purple and black case and she left it in her school's library by accident. Her mother freaked out when she told her.colab story with ChibithePony22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Memoirs of Thiebault #51 - The End... or is it? But even though I dawdle on subjects that hardly concern me personally, there is a confession I can no longer delay, and, however poignant that memory is even today, when, having survived all illusions of life, I am reaching the end of my painful road to the grave, I have to come to the shattering of what was then my fondest dream of happiness.Memoirs of Thiebault #51 - The End... or is it?1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arriving in Bayonne, I had found a letter from Pauline; she reminded me in heartbreaking terms of my promise to leave Spain through Barcelona, and from there to go to Milan through Genoa: “I am counting upon this oath,” she added, “as a redress for all those I had counted on in vain.” Indeed, I had made this promise writing from Salamanca, setting up plans which my merciless duty thwarted once again. Had I retained my brigade in Monnier’s division, I could have left it in Salamanca and slipped away for two months; but having received command of a division, and orders
NoahWe kept Lucy in the backyard. We never let her inside, or even on the back porch. She slept in a filthy old doghouse sitting in the corner of the yard near the shed. Mom went outside and fed her. No one did anything else for her.Noah1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was terrified of dogs as a child. And Lucy scared me most of all. She was the largest dog I had ever seen, her head reaching my shoulders when I was five. Whenever I made an effort to see her, I stood on the back porch on one side of the gate and Lucy on the other. I would give her a treat, pet her dirty head, and run back inside. As far as I knew—as far as I'll ever know—, that was the only kind of interaction she ever got from us.
Lucy lived with us, but she was never a member of the family.
I walked down the road close to my house, now eighteen and grown, with my energetic hound puppy Maggie (short for Magnolia, per Dad's request). Of course, it would be fairer to say that she was walking me down the road as she constantly sniffed the ground.
Dragons: A Fantasy Made False“They’re real,” I stated cheerfully, glancing down at my book.Dragons: A Fantasy Made False2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was my turn to visit the 1st grade, having advanced a momentous grade further to the 2nd. The book was in my hand, a magazine, but I carried it like its pages were as meaningful as the thick textbooks I saw on unreachable, sky-bound class shelves. I never knew why, but the 2nd grade classroom had textbooks meant for older children, of at least 4th grade. I hadn’t ever paged through a textbook in my life: being a late reader, the avenue of literacy had only brightened my way a year before. I always wondered what secrets the texts on the high shelf carried. In particular, my gaze always stopped on one book, one with X’s and Y’s on the cover next to A-L-G-E-B-G-R-A. The entirety of the cover seemed utterly foreign to one just learning multiplication. Being young is sacred because of the mystery of everything: infinite unknowns; distilled naivete.
Love's Tragic Tale SummaryA long time ago, there was a 4th grader named Marie. She moved to a new school after hers had shut down. She went to her new school after meeting up with her closest friends. She enjoyed the school.Love's Tragic Tale Summary2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One day, her friend Lexi asked her who her crush was. Feeling pressured, Marie just picked a random guy named Aaron. She made Lexi promise not to tell anyone, who agreed.
Marie thought about what she had said, and finally decided she did in fact kinda like Aaron…
Lexi told everyone in the class. Aaron said he didn’t like Marie back. But Marie was determined. She HAD to get him to like her. So what did she do?
She chased him. She would stare at him in class, follow him around, always talked to him.
She didn’t know what else to do to make guys like her. She was only a 4th grader after all. And besides, she was an annoying person.
Aaron ran away from her. Marie continued chasing through 5th grade. Aaron just HAD to like her!
One day, everyone was sitting at lunch when Aaron t
The Colours are ChangingThe colours are changing now.The Colours are Changing2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Its funny, it always seems to sneaks up on me. Winter I mean.
I feel as if I have just started to enjoy the wonderful breezes of fall when the frigid hands of winter touch my skin. I am not sure if I really enjoy winter all that much, I know I did as a kid. But now I just get cold restless and depressed. They tell me its something called Seasonal depression, I guess the lack of sunlight makes my brains chemistry go off weird. So why didn’t it do this when I was younger? I hate as how I get older, things become less fluffy.
Not fluffy like a dog, but you know more like a cloud, something that you can’t feel or even touch, but you know that if you could it would be the most incredible sensation. That’s what I imagine childhood as. Clouds. They drift along the sky like children playing on a playground. Sure you can enjoy a blue sky but add a couple of clouds there and you have a perfect picturesque backdrop for anything imaginable. They make
Memoirs of Thiebault #50 - Bones to pick On the day after I arrived, I paid my respects to Lucien, to General Berthier, to General Junot and to Murat. Murat, with his chivalrous frankness and expansiveness, was friendly and benevolent as ever. General Junot had many qualities and was well disposed towards me, and I could only praise his welcome. Lucien greeted me as he had in Madrid, in a most gracious manner, and yet, he showed more reservation, for he did not say a word about his journey from Bayonne to Paris. Having wanted to make this journey incognito, he had made his secretary travel under my name, as we were about the same size; as for him, he introduced himself as my aide-de-camp; this dispensed him from giving a name, but it had brought about some bizarre scenes, for instance, a man saying that I could not be me, because he had seen me eight days ago, or Lucien the aide-de-camp scolding his general for being too parsimonious because, he said, “wherever General Thiébault goes, his gMemoirs of Thiebault #50 - Bones to pick2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Angels Fly - Book ExcerptI so want Eli to be like a normal child. I am so very SICK of people asking, “How do you do it?” or simply saying, “I don’t know how you do it.” Both of these comments really anger me – it is not like Eli or I or anyone else has a choice! Why did Eli have to be robbed of his childhood? I have so damn many questions! I pray Eli heals fast and has a happy time after treatment is complete.When Angels Fly - Book Excerpt3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2805It comes to me in spurts between the lyrics of Pink Floyd, tumbling in like bits and pieces of an amnesia-induced fever dream. Instrumentals paint vivid pictures that almost burn, and I am lost to the melancholy that swells within me, falling down into the memories of skinned knees and fireflies that adorn my summers. I feel the music beats like the fluttering of my adolescent heart when the old wood of the swing-set creaked and the chains grew slack; rising and falling, speeding and slowing like the wax and wane of the moon and the tides under her silvery grasp.28053 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, it felt like I was flying.
The clouds would roll over the clear, evergreen air of southern Oregon, perched high above the faraway sea like a kingdom in the sky. I could see the pelicans from the nearby mountain lake, oft flying amongst the crisp cerulean of summer days. The occasional call of grebes could be discerned from the mix of avian laughter in the bushes of the front yard, bursting at the seams with purple a
When Angels Fly - Book ExcerptI phoned EU and spoke with Marci, Eli’s nurse and with Eli. Marci and Eli know I will be back sometime today. Eli albeit barely a boy understands that I must protect Gage the best I can. Eli knew this was why I came to Englewood – so that I could keep Gage out of my mother’s clutches this summer. Eli understood that I was trying to ensure his brother stays cared for at Amy’s. Eli also wanted me back with him soonest, but he told me he also wanted, in his own words, “brother safe.” It broke my heart that Eli at age five years already knew so much about the bad things in life. Were my boys robbed of their childhood by Greg and my mother?When Angels Fly - Book Excerpt3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When Angels Fly - Book ExcerptEarlier, I had been busy in the kitchen at the Ronald McDonald house making Eli’s favorite cookie this afternoon – chocolate chip. I really wanted Eli to take just one bite of one cookie but he said no. Now he smells the scent of the cookies but he can’t eat any. I feel just awful for Eli. The radiation is probably already causing problems with his poor little stomach. We played together outside today on the playground at the Ronald McDonald house. Right before we went back inside Eli took one piece of a Sixlet’s candy and planted it in the sandbox. Eli said he was “going to grow a bunch of candy.” I guess that makes sense to a five year old. Eli always watched me work in our vegetable garden at home so evidently he thinks he can grow candy. I wasn’t about to tell him otherwise.When Angels Fly - Book Excerpt4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
SO sick of itSO sick of it4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hey humanity... What if I told you I'm a human being with feelings?
Yes, I may be fugly. Yes, I may be socially dead. Yes I may have an IQ of 50. Yes I may be a male-born transgender. Yes I may be an anti-feminist. Yes I may be autistic. Yes I may weigh my head down on the table during break times because I just hate my life so much. Does that mean I'm worth pushing around, having stuff thrown at me, cutting in at a line and punching me in my crotch when I protest, demanding to do stupid things for people, letting everyone in my life go first, forcing me to walk anywhere and everywhere outside listening to dubstep at a dangerous volume with noise cancelling headphones to avoid hearing the insults I get every day, spitting at, getting buckets full of spit thrown at me, having people give me a look of "I will murder you if you look at me again you disgusting sack of tripe" whenever I accidentally look at someone and any other thing that would get me thrown in a dungeon if I did?
Ladies of MagicLadies of MagicLadies of Magic5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As I walked home from getting drinks with friends, I notice a tall slender blonde ahead of me. Her dress snugs around her and she is wearing 6 inch high heels that look impossible to walk in. We are both stopped at the crosswalk and she asks if I live here. I misunderstand the question (and I’m a little embarrassed) so I stutter out an answer as to where my place is. She laughs at the blunder and tells me that she thought the people in Denver were supposed to be smart. Depends on the day, I respond getting a little composure back.
She asks if I know a good bar that is quiet and serves an older clientele. I had guesses as to what she does for work, but the request solidifies my theory. I suggest Elway’s or the Irish bar at the end of the street. Three men who are younger and much more attractive than me walk past. One of them takes the time to notice her and he decides it is okay to interrupt our conversation. She gi
You and IHola, mi nombre es Isabella Gracia-Sahapiro, tengo 17 años de edad. En estos momentos estoy en un tren de camino a un campamento.You and I5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
El campamento es para personas que tienen algún talento y su nombre el Camp of Stars, cuando mi madre descubrio mis talentos decidió que sería bueno mandarme a este campamento ya que según ella "ahí van las personas con un buen talento".
No estaba tan contenta de ir ahí pues la verdad prefería pasar mis vacaciones con mi amiga Diana, pero según mi madre "tenía que distraerme y no estar todo el día en el celular" pero yo digo que todos los adolescentes de mi edad hacen eso.
Creo que faltana una hora para llegar, hasta que el tren hizo una parada.
En eso se subieron 5 chicos creo que de mi misma edad. El primero que subió era un chico con una piel un poco morena y su pelo era color negro con peinado hacía arriba. El segundo era un chico de piel blanca con el peinado igual que el chico moreno, per
I'm SorrySometimes I forget my place and I speak out of turn. Sometimes I forget that you love me and you need me as much as I need you. I find it so hard to believe and I am searching for ways to make myself believe you more and more.I'm Sorry5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have been let down so much that I find it hard to think straight when it comes to you. I have been let down many times before and I still expect it. You have proven me wrong for many years at a time, but I am still in disbelief.
You make my paranoia go away. You make the mess in my head stop. You make words powerless and you make voices dull and quiet. You make everything that is wrong with me right and although I don’t show it, you do.
I cannot prove that you do love me, but I cannot disprove it. All I can do is choose to not believe you and choose to believe you; but with health like mine, it isn’t easy to do. It isn’t easy to decide and make choices like this.
You have so much patience and time on your hands for me. You have waited on me ha
When Angels Fly - Book ExcerptMy heart broke as I cried. Eli wanted to go to Heaven! How did my five year old little boy know of Heaven when I refused to tell him much of Heaven for had I done so, just talking about it, would make Eli dying too much of a reality. I wanted Eli to know of God and Jesus, but I was terrified of Eli dying so I said very little to him about Heaven. Somehow Eli knew though, he knew of Heaven and he wanted to go there. Who was I to tell Eli, “We don’t always get what we want in life and that he might have to come back to me.” Was I selfish to not want to give Eli back to God?When Angels Fly - Book Excerpt5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This