Untitled Once there was a child. This child had a vast and plentiful imagination, and loved to pretend to be their favourite characters. Their favourite characters consisted of males, so when they played with their friend, there would have to be two Robins, or two Ulrichs. They didn’t really mind, as children, as long as they were happy. As this child grew older, this child decided that they wanted to preserve that imagination. They also wanted to protect their sisters to the best of their ability. That meant that they shielded them from certain words.Untitled3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For the longest time, they were very naive. They still are. Society had taught them a certain way, and they grew up misunderstanding many concepts. They used to shield their sisters from the word “gay”. They had grown up believing that gay was a negative word, was a “bad” word. Somewhere in eighth grade they discovered the true meaning of the word gay. They also discove
1.chapterEverything started in one night.That night will change Luna's whole life.Something happened to her,but I don't remember it that much.Luna started doing little rituals every day so nothing bad would happen to her family or her.She was bullied a lot in school and at home,so she had a scarred heart with all those words everyone said to her.One day her heart broke,because it couldn't handle those bad words anymore.She soon met Depression.It became her best friend,her " home".But little she know that Depression was trying to steal her happiness because he lost his long time ago.Everytime depression fought harder,she was more fragile.But she thought she deserved sorrow so she did nothing about it.Depression smiled evily.The more she was weaker,Depression were stronger.But she didn't care anymore.1.chapter4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dark nightsAll characters and situations are random and made from imaginationDark nights4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
To-Do List: April 201501-04-2015 It is the truth.To-Do List: April 20152 days 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
Windows to the ElseworldLife is blah sometimes. But then there are flashes where the unexplained happens. Such a thing happened to me just today.Windows to the Elseworld2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was at work. Just a normal day really. I went to the bathroom during a break and did my business. But when I washed my hands and looked up into the mirror, the inexplicable struck. Something about my reflection seemed... off. I searched and searched my face, but nothing seemed to be what I was looking for. And then I caught site of my eyes. That was the ticket. There was something off about my eyes. I locked gaze with myself in the mirror. I stared, and stared, and stared until suddenly the reflection in the mirror was not my own. It was a strangers.
I was not me any longer. I could not recognize my own face in the mirror. I was suddenly engulfed in a sensation that can only be described as an out of body experience. I was looking down at myself from a third person view. And then I could see the other side of the mirror. It wasn't me looking back through. It was h
some of the best peopleI was friends with the kinds of people who still bought vinyls and listened to cassette tapes even though we lived in a day and age where you could download all of your music onto an iPhone and carry it around with you wherever you went. The kinds of people who watched horror movies from the 70’s. The kinds of people who wore their hair in their eyes and tattered flannels and skinny jeans and listened to obscure, underground pop punk or bands from anywhere from the 40’s to 90’s that most people had never heard of. Chronic music addicts.some of the best people2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
If you could inject music into your bloodstream like you do heroin, to have it pushed through you, pumped straight to your heart, we would’ve already done it. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been necessary; it was already engrained in our DNA. We came alive with it, we inhaled it like cigarettes.
Shaye has dark red hair, perfect skin, gorgeous green eyes, and straight, white teeth. She’s beautiful but she doesn’t kno
Charles M. Shulz - Makes A Loser Into A WinnerSparky (Charles M. Shulz) Makes a Loser into a WinnerCharles M. Shulz - Makes A Loser Into A Winner2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sparky was a young boy who felt like a loser. Everyone treated him like he was a loser too. He got bad grades in every subject. In fact, he failed all of his classes in Eighth grade! He still holds the record for being the school’s worst Physics student. He was terrible at sports too, costing the golf team the championship by his poor performance. The only thing Sparky could do well was draw. He could draw funny cartoons and he would show them to others. His Kindergarten teacher told him that someday he’d be an artist. Ironically, his High School Yearbook rejected his submitted drawings.
Sparky was shy and quiet, probably because he felt like such a failure. His Mom saw an ad that read, “Do you like to draw?” that advertised a nearby correspondence course teaching graphic design. He applied to this school by copying one of their pictures
Emotion to Literature: DYFIT? - Batshit CrazyI would be walking around with Johnny Got His Gun in my hand, trying to find a suitable place to read and read coolly, and all of sudden it would come to me the insight the realization the spark of curiosity, oh God this must be written down before the busyness of this day robs it away from me.Emotion to Literature: DYFIT? - Batshit Crazy2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Do you feel it too?
It doesn't have to be anything special, the feeling. Sometimes it's a sudden mental illustration of torn limbs, a nub if you will, and sometimes it's the baby in her arms crying which sounds more like a painful scream than a deliberate whine for attention and warmth. Sometimes it would be the barely raining weather that whispers why don't you try listening to the saddest song in your playlist and I don't oblige I comply I obey to the orders of the nature.
Do you feel it too?
I know. Crazy.
Pink Nail PolishShe wears pink nail polish, the kind you can buy at those ubiquitous chain stores for a price of $5.00 per bottle, maybe $3.00 on sale.Pink Nail Polish2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She’d turn on her lamp at three in the morning and squander away her loneliness by staring at her own hands and critiquing each finger’s imperfection: her right hand’s middle finger is crooked on the upper half, her thumbs are slightly disproportionately larger than all her other nails, and oh, her pinkies are distastefully short. But the point finger on her left hand is alright, she would think. Just alright.
She’d open that bottle of pink nail polish she just had bought that day, in a shade slightly darker than the one she was already wearing, and she would proceed to put it on.
But first, she’d have to erase the colors on her nails with nail polish remover, one at a time, pressing deeply into her nails and erasing the colors with force. And the liquid would seep into her delicate skin, but oh well; it’s a necessar
Drugs and WormsI was an ant with no niche in a jungle of madness. Everyone else walked upright with no struggle. I limped along with grass blades pressing my back, shoving me to the dirt. Others scurried around me, I sank deeper and deeper. I wandered the wrong way, vision blurred by wetness in my eyes. I almost was crippled before I stumbled across a magic fairy. Cori was the fairy’s name. Cori blew a stream of magic dust down my throat. I coughed, hacked, and spat. Blood rushed to my face. The vibrations of the world around me slowed to a stillness. A drifting lifeline connected to my fingertips. My lips curled and the corners of my mouth drug to my ears. My eyes opened the size of quarters and I could finally see in widescreen. I floated above the grass line and jumped from blade tip to blade tip. Now I had arrived… until the worms. Every time I wound up in a moist blanket of worms. I worked hard to get away from the worms for a long time. Then I came to rest in the worms.Drugs and Worms2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
finding cool stuff So my family obtained a Garrett AT pro metal detector earlier in April,finding cool stuff 3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I love it!
I went out to a building's foundation with my brothers the day it arrived, and we soon found out it was a barn!
We found a Crotal Bell, which is a type of bell from harnesses and carriages.
Then a few days later we went out with my parents and found a silver picture frame, nails, and a part of a large saw.
It is so exciting to dig up bits of metal because you never know what will come out of the hole.
Later that week we stayed in an apartment by a bay type place, it was full of mud and gunk, but right on the surface where the kayaks are launched, I spotted a metal rim of something sticking out.
It was an antique camera lens from a Bausch and Lomb wooden box camera!
I proceeded to find tons of antique bottles, porcelain pieces, and misc. brass doodads.
So yep I had an adventure. I thought of myself as Indiana Jones, only without the Ark of the Covenant or anything.
Dinosauron OriginsDinosauron OriginsDinosauron Origins3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My Inspiration for the story
Hello my name is Daniel McCoy
This first story is from a real life experience, other stories will be from dreams.
Everything you read here is true told the way it was experienced although no one would believe it. Some people have asked that there names be changed.
The bad names are temporary.
This is presented here because I would like to augment these somewhat unusual memories for a fictional work and would like input and advice. I do not claim to know if any of this was what it appeared to be so do not try to argue about it. This is the way it is stored in my memory and in other people's memories.
story 1 part 1
This first story is from a real life experience.
The time was likely August between 2002 and 2006 and the place was East Tennessee.
There are more caves in Tennessee than any other state and there is more unexplored land underground than anywhere else on earth.
"Your dad will be coming soon. You're not going to be able to finish
Thanks for birthday wishes QwQTHANKS FOR ALL BIRTHDAY WISHES GUYS!Thanks for birthday wishes QwQ3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You're all amazing QwQ
I felt so loved that I don't have words to describe qwq
KEEP BEING AMAZING!!!
Emotion to Literature: VirginityDude it's awesome though.Emotion to Literature: Virginity4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You're missing out, bro.
It comes down to you either being a man or a wizard.
By now you can bend ice and thunder?
I choose virginity for a reason that not many people understand.
I assure you, reader, that it has nothing to do with religion.
We all hate talking about limitations due to religion.
My reason goes like this:
When you see a beautiful woman, you are completely vulnerable, weak.
The loveliness she disperses is beyond language; words can't encapsulate the sensation.
So I offer her my entirety. Materialistic belongings, emotional investments, my dreams, my spirit.
If sex is a choice, then the decision should be hers.
It's something that she should have the right to, to offer at her grace and mercy.
So until that decision is made, I maintain my virginity.
I respect women that way. They're their body and they hold the key to the entrance.
I will not beg, that feels silly to me.
That's how I am.
Prom Time 2015April Twenty Fourth, Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand Fifteen.Prom Time 20154 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Had someone told me not a scant two months earlier I'd be going to prom, I'd look at 'em like they were fools.
Allow me to tell the story:
So, on February 28th, I went to a friend’s birthday party. She was doing this big mardi-gras thing - it was her eighteenth birthday, she deserved a big celebration.
Before I go into this, I should mention that she’s a mutual friend, I didn’t really know her that well, but she seemed nice and the friend we shared told me I wouldn’t regret going. To be honest, I didn’t really think she’d care to invite me - much as I may not admit it, I tend not to spend time with any mutual friends lest I decide they look like I should get to know them, and from personal experiences, most other people I’ve met follow this philosophy - but she did, and I wasn’t going to say no.
So I went to her party, and it was basically her own personal prom - she had this wh
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 past4 days 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
Memories -III-Funny how things and feelings might change with time, even which deeply upset me at some point might make me smile now; and the sweetness of loving words which were nothing but silver tonged lies could bring me to tears if given the chance. Sitting down and being sarcastic and smirking at my own past isn’t the best in others eyes; but it’s not that I do so because I feel remorseful, but rather because understanding what made me change so much is part of what keeps me alive.Memories -III-4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
If you were to ask me directly if I regret doing anything in my life, I’ll say I don’t; what I might regret in any case is actually stopping myself from doing or saying what I really wished or thought. In any case, as I’ve said so many time, the “what if” doesn’t exist and the “almost” doesn’t help; my personal life philosophy, perhaps a bit twisted but which kept me going so far.
Standing up in my own two feet wasn’t always easy, but depending
Over the fence does the Orange arcAuthor's note: So I have been thinking, and decided that I was going to go through with this. These are real life events, so names and locations will be changed. Looking back I both feel bad, nostalgia, a bit of joy as the uncontrollable smile and giggle. I literally can not tell these stories with a straight face nor with out bursting into a fit of laughter, not sure what exactly that says about myself.Over the fence does the Orange arc4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Over the fence doth the orange arc
So some years ago, I had a house fire, thankfully no one was hurt. We all made it out with our three dogs, for a while we moved around a lot until we settled into a nice rental house in a neighborhood about fifteen minuets by car from our previous home. It was rather quiet there, though every house was occupied seeing another resident seemed rare, but my stay there was enjoyable especially with this gem of story to share. The backyard wasn't very big, there was a hill that lead to the back fence with large bushes, a few fruit trees, most of the flat g
El sofa y el cabron— Amor, ¿donde dejaste al niño?.El sofa y el cabron5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
— En su cama, mi vida.
— Allí lo único que hay es un pavo.
— ¡APAGA EL HORNO, APAGA EL HORNO,CARAJO!
Verán, solía tener este compañero de casa con el que en aquel entonces no me llevaba bien. Un día se fue y no volvió por su sofá.
La verdad me gustaba tanto el sofá que decidí deshacerme de el y conseguir uno nuevo, porque si un sofá viejo resultaba sorprendente mente cómodo, mi cerebro táctico militar detectivesco dedujo que uno nuevo debía ser todavía mejor (spoiler: me equivoque)
El asunto es que dejé el sofá al lado de unos botes de basura en frente de la casa y a los diez minutos tocan a la puerta.
Una pareja de mediana edad, vinieron a pedir el sofá, porque eran gente muy decente, cosa que yo no soy.
Después de explicarles que el
Emotion to Literature: IntrospectionCynics like myself have much difficulty trusting the goodness in people. The question we always silently ask everyone is why are you so nice to me, what do you want from me. Don't worry, we're still smiling, laughing, seemingly enjoying our time with you. No one will ever notice our deepest intentions. We become good at what we do daily. The doubting is an ugly tendency, I get that. But I have always knocked on the stone bridge before crossing, always better safe than sorry. Always.Emotion to Literature: Introspection5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You can say it's "trust issues," it's Labeling Theory, it's stereotyping, or whatever. I study social psychology, so I would know more about that than do anybody. Put the judgments and criticisms aside for later.
As a cynic, I have never been successful at forming an intimate relationship with the opposite sex. I don't want reason-less warmth, much less to end up in my own dishonesty just to make somebody feel better. Cynics fucking hate fakes. I feel like an innate failure sometimes for this specific reaso
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 Children5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This