pain.Did anyone realize when it started probaly not. I had been picked on since kindergarten but it was ok until third grade. My best friend and i were so exited we were going to be intermediate students. Little did i know the pain i was going to suffer. It started with the hiting and throwing of my books and my self. They called me un wanted and obnoxious they even twisted my image and lied to my friends. Soon I was being beaten by my old friends. They would follow me at recess and yell rude comments. I couldnt get away.What was i supposed to do. Then home was worse i love my family but couldnt stand my aunt and her daughter. They didnt like me they thought because i was quite and good at academics that i had some superiority complex. How could i was just a kid. If i did something They didnt like they yelled at me and threw anything tjey were near at me once they even threw a lego house at me. Once they moved out of the house. my cousin and aunt were both arested for being abusive to childpain.11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Existential Midnight Drive of Rachel and JamesMorgan, Jacob, James and I met each other because we went to the same summer camp. We saw each other every year, and once we got older, we started hanging out during the school year.The Existential Midnight Drive of Rachel and James14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One winter, I remember James and Jacobs youth group (it was a church camp) was having a weekend youth retreat. I had spent the night prior out of town, and I was already exhausted and wanting a nap. But Morgan called me while I was on my way home, and I had problems to run away from, so I told her to meet me at my house. I wasn't home for more than two minutes to throw nothing more than a new t-shirt in my suitcase when I was out the door again and in Morgan's passenger seat driving towards camp Lebanon. When we pulled into the drive everything was dead and covered in ice. It looked alien, nothing like the sanctuary we ran to for a week each June. That was the beginning of my downward slope.
We arrived there late, (around 10:37 pm) right into the middle of a circle of teenagers singing praises to their sav
Thanks For The MemoriesAs I type this, I am wrapping up my twenty three years in the house I grew up in. I have found the love of my life, and these short five months we have been together have proved to be the most life changing I have ever had. It feels like I've matured more in those months than in the years that preceded them.Thanks For The Memories15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That fateful Halloween day was the start of the happiest I have ever been, and it's hard for me to see when it'll stop. Ever rising, this amazing new chapter has been filled with joy beyond any I could have imagined before, and there is a greater chapter on the next page.
I can see it. It is right there. The next chapter, it's right in front of my eyes, yet I have a paragraph to read before I can move on. These final words in an amazing chapter are slow, tedious, and calm. Perhaps a calm before a storm.
Then again, the words I see on the next page are a paradox. I can see them, but they don't exist. It's like when you look at a page of writing, but you can't read it. Text is there,
Internet Encounter (Stacey)Internet Encounter (Stacey)15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Suddenly Caitlin suddenly isn't returning my texts. We were watching Goodbye Lenin in bed three days earlier. She talked about me meeting her mother.
I keep looking down at my phone with baffled sadness.
A '(1)' from Facebook:
'Hey, you fancy coming up for a drink on Friday Bazzil?'
It's the new girl from work. We'd barely spoken.
'Um...don't you live in a rapey part of town'
'Yeah, but here the girls rape the boys lololol' 'Me and my friend Lauren will be dirty dancing'
She's hideous but I can't turn down a possible threesome. Maybe her friend will be hot. Are women this forward?
I agree but keep hoping Caitlin will text.
I gather all the fridges drink. Cans. Vodka. A whole bottle of Jack...
Stacey is so ugly and crude. Pale, with watery bulbous eyes, a man's nose and as fat as a whale.
I must grit my teeth, clench my fists and do battle with this beast. This is my Isengard. My heart thumps out my chest.
I step out of the taxi dressed swagly. Her friend answers the door with
Los otros y yoCuando era chico creo que mi primer recuerdo de mi disforia de género son esos años algo borrosos y algo complejos en los que viví aterrado por el hecho de no tener genitales. Veía mi entrepierna vacía y solamente podía esperar que los demás fueran igual que yo. Hasta que un día ví a un chico orinando en la calle y descubrí tristemente que me faltaba algo. Y no. No es que yo no tuviera genitales, estaban ahí es solo que yo no entendía por qué…Los otros y yo15 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Desde que era chico me interesaron las ciencias naturales, creía que existía una razón para todo, que todo tenía una explicación lógica. Pero no entedía porque algunos nacen hombres y otros mujeres. Para mi era un misterio. Quise creer que tenía un poco que ver con la suerte.
¿La suerte? Como si nacer hombre fuera tener más suerte que nacer mujer. Y tenía razón. Los chicos siempre fueron más divertídos. Juga
All About UsChapter 2- First day of schoolAll About Us1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mari's alarm went off at 7am and soon she could hear Safinna bawling at the top of her voice and her footsteps approaching Mari's door. She hid under the covers and pretended to sleep in but her sister stormed in and attacked her with tickles and soon enough Mari shot out of bed and started to get ready. Safinna then left to get ready as well and Mari lazily got up and found her way to the bathroom to get freshened up.
Mari then went to her room and found her new, neatly ironed and folded uniform of her new school, Boroughmuir High school. She let a huge sigh before changing and getting ready. She missed her old school and friends and she was worried to make new ones, it wasn't going to be the same, it never will be. Not just because of school though...the new thing she found, Quotev, took up most of her time these days, but it wasn't like Safinna was even bothere
Skade's Life: Story of a Depressed Schizophrenic 2***Author's Note:Skade's Life: Story of a Depressed Schizophrenic 22 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is part 2 of the onset of Skade's illness, and you can watch the delusions develop by reading her diary entries.
Age 13, Skade's POV continued-
Well my mom thinks I'm addicted to Evony and she caught me on my laptop last night, so now I've lost computer privileges for several months. I don't know how I can live without my friends.
21 days later-
Can you believe that I've become a real person in the past 21 days? I am no longer Alexis, and I won't ever have contact with any of my Evony friends again. No more Evony. No more computer for three months. I am a new person. I think that I have grown up. I write a lot now, and read much more. My interest in the paranormal is growing. I am throughly reading fiction books and watching some shows on TV. If you really think about it, how can we have ideas about things that don't exist? I believe that imagination is the excuse for memories that cannot be explained. I have several of these. Have you ever spent time ment
Skade's Life: Story of a Depressed Schizophrenic***Authors Note:Skade's Life: Story of a Depressed Schizophrenic2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the beginning of the diary of Skade, a teenager who has been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder, depressed type. This is basically schizophrenia and major depression in one, and Skade has had symptoms since she was 10. These first few chapters show the slow onset of Skade's psychosis as well as her depression via diary entries from when she was younger.
Age 9 – Skade's POV – In Florida
Today's the last day of our stay down here in Florida, and I'm sad about leaving. I made a good friend, Makayla, and went to the pool a lot. I slept over at our relatives house who lives in Florida, and woke up rested and ready to go back to the pool. I had a great time on this vacation but now its time to drive the RV back to North Carolina.
Age 10 – Skade's POV
Today I found a skeleton key. It's magic. It lets me do magic too. I tried to make it snow yesterday but it didn't work. I guess I'm not powerful enough.
Age 11 - Skade's POV
I woke up unre
All About Us Chapter 1- The start of something newAll About Us 2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was nearing the end of summer and soon school was going to start. Mari had just changed schools and nothing was going to be the same. The ending of primary and the beginning of secondary and Mari was nervous. New school, new faces, new friends and many more worries were buzzing through her head, annoying her to the max and her sister, Safinna, couldn't do anything but help her. Mari was in her room as usual, laying on the bed listening to music on her Acer mini laptop and chilling out while her sister prepared dinner. Usually the beautiful blonde would just read reader inserts all day but this time was different. The website she went to was called Quotev, Mari liked it and soon joined the website and started reading, following publishing ect. After about 2 hours her older sister Safinna called and she sped down the stairs, her long silks of golden thread flowing behind her.
"What were you doing in your room Mari?"
When Angels Fly ~ Excerpt12-14-2013 – SaturdayWhen Angels Fly ~ Excerpt2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
FAITH: I have a great friend who has changed my life in its totality last evening. For over 23 years I have both loved and hated God in my mind and heart, hating that God could let Eli suffer so much. Each Christmas season I have confessed my sin in hating God at times. Each Christmas season I have cried when hearing Eli's favorite song, Silent Night. This year the tears will be joyful. I know Heaven is where Eli wanted to be, and he is with his brother, Joshua; and they both sit on Jesus' lap. At age five years, Eli WANTED to GO to Heaven, Eli KNEW Heaven, my grief has overwhelmed me so much at times I just could not embrace this fully in my heart. Michelle made me realize that yes, Eli did want to go, Eli KNEW Heaven, Eli was NOT afraid to go and I was the one holding him back. Eli flies with his brother, Joshua, and the angels; they both look over their brother Noah. Thank you Michelle, for opening my eyes and allowing me to fully see the peace that
Why are They so Tall? Japan has a tree in its name. It is a tiny country with towering things, California-sized but not flat and sand-silken. The forests are hollow, they green through the winter, Fuji is solid and snows in the summer, and buildings climb hills liked tile-horned goats born to defy acrophobia. Nihon is “Japan” in Japanese. The letters of its name mean sun origin, or sun tree. Ni (日) and hon (本), sun and tree; the tiny, hollowly forested country stretching for the singular star in Earth’s solar system, like its mountain goat buildings, has no fear of heights. Humans fly and swim horizons just to see the tallest things in Japan.Why are They so Tall?2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Kinkaku-ji, the Temple of Gold (金閣寺)
Kinkaku-ji sits alone and golden-sk
We are the Convention(al) If you’ve never been to a fan-based convention, you haven’t experienced what is truly strange. It is the world’s weirdness, the stand-outs of society conglomerating into normalcy by numbers. All who are lonely, come to the con; it shall give you comradery.We are the Convention(al)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My experience last year as a Katsucon staffer remains a happy blur of lunch breaks with the kimono model Kuniko Kanawa, the head of the Japanese Cultural Institute (JCI) doting on me like a second mother, and marrow-numbing exhaustion when all was said and done. Now, it’s been almost a week since I clocked out of the JCI staff room and I feel—older; Kuniko-san requested me as her personal assistant for the entirety of the convention, Christine is embroidered on my new staffer t-shirt and heart as the Forever Con-Mom (Dearly Departed, December 25, 1970 - March 2, 2014), and
After Midnight I was asleep when the earthquake hit. I was dreaming when two white water walls conquered the man-made ones. They quickly grew fat on the blood of the land, turned black. I don’t remember what my dreams were about. I might have been beyond reverie at that point. For me, it was 1:46 in the morning. For them, it was The End.After Midnight2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I woke up seven hours later, and 11,000 people were dead. Mom made me French toast. I went to school.
The Tōhoku earthquake was born underwater and hit Japan with a magnitude of 9.0 and only two minutes’ allowance for a nationwide warning. Tōhoku’s tsunami followed like a nightmare afterbirth averaged at 33 feet; no alert system could get the citizens high enough in time. Boats smashed into cars smashed into houses, a kaleidoscope of silt wat
That Albertson Girl She’s a smart girl, probably one of the smartest I’m teaching this year. She finishes all of her homework in class not 10 minutes after I’ve handed it out. She rarely makes less than an A on any assignment, regardless of the subject. Mrs. Bennett spoke to me in the Teacher’s Lounge one morning, to mention that even though she isn’t the most practiced of the students in art classes, she always manages to come up with some of the most unique and creative pieces. While the school music teacher Ms. Jurick doesn’t appreciate her independence in during class, it can’t be denied that she has talent and a vision when it comes to singing. Honestly, the girl’s intelligence and uniqueness should have earned her a spot in the Gifted and Talented program.That Albertson Girl3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But she’d never focus. She always had her head in the clouds, always humming some tune she’d thought up that day. She would draw on a
Scarlette Caraway's BioName: Scarlette Caraway • Codename: SilverScarlette Caraway's Bio3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Age: 22 Years Of Age
Birth Date: June 5th, 1993
Species: Human/Goddess ; Don't really know yet (Magic Powers)
Race: Isn't that species? LoL Human
Family: Mother/Father/Only Child
Best friend: N/A
Past Love Interests: N/A
Current Love Interest: N/A Yet
Main Enemy(ies): N/A Yet
Likes: Pie (lol), magic, calm people, mystery, adventure, the colors green & silver, etc...
Dislikes: Energetic people, clingy people, stupid people, most people, occasionally fire & ice, etc...
Appearance: Red hair (naturally, not dyed), light pale blue eyes, etc...
Skin Tone(s): Fair
Extra Anatomy: N/A Yet
Body Type: Idk...?
Weight: 128 lb (lol idk)
Personality: First: Shy, energetic; Second (now): Dark, closed off to people, sarcastic, calm, etc...
Goals in life: To
Der GeburtstagsmorgenIch wache auf, es ist Mittwoch. Zwischen Anfang und Ende der Woche strebt man immer dem Ende entgegen und somit dem ersehnten Anfang. Ich bleibe noch liegen, noch fünf Minuten – die alltäglichen. Doch heute wachte ich nicht in meinem Bett auf. Das Sofa auf welches ich liege ist hart und braun, der Stoff spärlich gerillt. Es fröstelt mich, nur die cremefarbene Bettwäsche hält mich warm. Wo bin ich? Achja. Ich erinnere mich. Es ist die Angewohnheit, die mich überlegen lässt. Ich schaue auf die Uhr, deren Ziffern giftgrün in der Ferne leuchten. Ich muss meinen Kopf zur Seite recken. Es ist 7:12 Uhr und ich bleibe liegen, ich habe Zeit. War heute nicht etwas besonderes? Außer der Umstand, dass ich heute nicht in meinem Bett aufgewacht bin? Draußen scheint die Sonne. Ich überlege und es fällt mir wieder ein, der Grund weshalb ich hier liege: Der Geburtstags eines Freundes! Dieser schläft wohl noch im Zimmer nebenan.Der Geburtstagsmorgen3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You'll Believe Once You Look Into My EyesI'll Be Honest, I Can Get Quite Peeved At ThingsYou'll Believe Once You Look Into My Eyes4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now Adays The World Is Retarded And My Friends Can Say The Same
These Stupid People Whom Are "Popular", You Know The Snobby Ones
Famous Just For Being Loud And Acting Like Complete Doofs
My Friends Help To Guide Me
Although, I Must Say The World Used To Be Complete Hard-Working Geniuses!
Now This Whole Planet Is A Dump...
Animals Dying, Stupid "Latest" Technology
We're Fine With What We Have At The Moment!
We Don't Need To Be Completely Lazy!
Like Come On! Wheelchairs And Helicopters For Fatasses!
Bullying Because You're A Douch That Doesn't Even Know Them!
This World Has Gone Idiotic! While I'm Here Going Mad!
Because Of This, I Lock Myself In And Escape Reality...
Fanfiction, Anime, Literature, Blasting Music, Art, Amazing Video Games!
School Has Gone Down Hill, If Students Of Where I Live Don't Want School,
Then They Can Go Fuck Whores And Let The Poor And Ones Willing To Learn In!
If They Wanna Die Because They Don't Know
Somehow I Found ItAs far as I was concerned, I was always a level lower than everyone else. I knew the members of the archery club, interacted with them, enjoyed their company, but I never had conversations with them. They were college students, just like I was, but we were not the same. They could socialize with an offhandedness that I could never aspire to, a universal likeness that was so different from me. When it came down to it, I was certain that I was less valuable, and didn’t mind leaving when no one else showed up for club that Saturday.Somehow I Found It4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And I was going to leave, bow case in one hand and plastic tube in the other (it held my arrows), when Ryan showed up. Ryan was the unanimously elected president of the archery club, and for good reason; he made his own longbows and atl atls, and was incredibly accurate with both of them. When he came to the door and saw only me standing there, I was sure practice was canceled. I could go back to my dorm and spend the rest of my day in safe solitude.
Food RandomnessNothing less awesome than finding a hair in your food...Food Randomness4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
... your own hair!
Fallout Journal Entry 17: 3/25/2284It has been a while since I have done an entry in my journal, but frankly I have forgotten about them. I am so glad that I modified my truck to run on Nuka Cola. Anyway, since my birthday, I have done a few scavenging runs throughout the Mid-West and I have found some really interesting pieces, and I figured out some really good combo's of weapons to use. The idea I had with the chainsaw actually worked. Pair that up with a double barrel, and you have a ferral stomping combo right there. I've also notices that I use a combo of Sniper and SMG, which help in most situations. I might be able to figure out some more combos of weapons out there theat could work, but it'll take some time.Fallout Journal Entry 17: 3/25/22844 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I might post in May if I find any more weapon combos that can be effective.