Who I am (self analysis)Personal writing 5-20Who I am (self analysis)2 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Sometimes, standing for what you believe means standing alone" (Hatebreed, "Perseverance", 2002)
"The more you know yourself, the more clarity there is"
I like to think of myself as as one of those people who thinks everyone is equal. This life really has no meaning besides the individual one each of us assigns it for ourselves, none of us are more important than the other objectively. Some people start life more fortunate than others, or end up having better luck, but that doesn't make people any more or less important. Besides, while some people seem like they've been dealt a better hand, chances are, we're all dealing with something. Everyone can relate to having a problem, because we all have issues and can get over them a lot more effectively if we unite and achieve Ubuntu, to steal a phrase from African spirituality, or what we punk rockers call unity.
I've had a lot of str
Friday It was a chilly Friday. The sun was nowhere near and a huge gray mass veiled the sky. The grass, trampled on so many times by so many people dangled limply. And a lone ant scurried across the blades of grass, stopping every now and then to glance anxiously at the impending storm.Friday3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone had already left the school, hurrying home before the first drops of rain would fall and beat down hard on the already battered grass. Everyone except Ginnifir and her best friend, Violet, and the twins, who fooled around in the hallways. A door opened, and an elegant, statuesque woman hunched in a black jacket stepped out.
"Ginnie? Can I have a word with you?" beckoned Miss F., eyebrows furrowed in confusion---or was it worry? Ginnie could never tell the two apart.
She stepped into the classroom, leaving her friends to shout and shove each other around outside. Miss Fhourtrese erased a few words on the whiteboard, then turned to face
FML -__-UGH I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!! MY COMPUTER IS BROKEN AGAIN, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT??!!!! UGGGGHHHHH!!!!FML -__-4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay, I gotta regain my composer. Breathe in and out. In and out.....
AAHHHHHHH!!!!!! I JUST BOUGHT THAT COMPUTER, GOD DAMMIT!!!!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO WRITE STORIESSSS!!?!?!?!?!?!?
.....Oh Yeah, I still have my tablet.
But Yeah, my computer indeed has the blue screen of death. What's so bad about it is I didn't do it. Friggin sister can't tell the number six without freaking out where it is. IT ON TOP DUMBASS!!!!! TOP!!
But anyways, Yeah. I won't be able to repair it again until summer break, so until then I'll be using my tablet. God
Stand up for GodGod's word can be used everywhere- at school, work, and even at home. Most people believe that it can only be used at church, but they're wrong.Stand up for God4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For example, I use it at school.
Although it might not sound very serious, it was. God's 3rd Commandment clearly states that we should not use His name in vain, also known as blasphemy. My friends were constantly doing this, with "Oh my ---" and "--- dang it!" For some time it went unnoticed until me and another friend got together and made a plan to change this. Again, might sound easy to solve for most people, but I was scared of being rejected by my friends. The entire weekend I was not looking forward to resolving the problem. That of course stopped when I prayed. I realized a few things I hadn't taken into consideration before.
I was the 'leader' of my table. I normally guided the decisions made by my friends, and acted more mature than them. And i found that that if I didn't stop them, I would practically doom them for not le
Mission Impossible: Get Totoro!One afternoon I drive to a Japan-pop themed shop which is hosting an event in support of one of the local anime conventions that was gearing up to happen soon. I arrive, park my car nearby and spend the next hour or so walking from vendor to vendor saying hi to people I know and maybe a few minutes before I am ready to get back in the car and go to another coffee shop I stop in front of a table for a college anime club.Mission Impossible: Get Totoro!6 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We talk shop for a couple of minutes and right before I lose interest and move on, one of the college students asks if I can spare a buck for a raffle ticket. The winner of the raffle gets a Totoro doll to call their own, so I give them a dollar and they hand back a raffle. With that I quickly go around saying bye to people I know and make my way to a coffee shop where I do nothing in particular.
Later that evening I am driving in my car when I get a phone call from the person who sold me the raffle ticket earlier. The raffle ticket that I forgot about sitting the floor
What I Need "I think we need to talk.” Those words were deadly, certainly coming out of my mouth. She anxiously approached, pushing the door closed behind her. We had just finished exchanging banking information after I expressed my concern that I was not contributing enough to the relationship, financially speaking. She had taken it upon herself to take care of our joint finances, something she had much practice after her father had gotten ill. But I worried a great deal; she had to leave a country to escape the burdens her father’s illness had put on her, I did not want that same idea to cross her mind a second time.What I Need9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“I think we need to talk about what if I were to get sick again.”
“Okay,” she nodded, contemplatively crossing her arms.
“I need to make sure that I make decisions now, while I can.” I think she understood the importance. Her father did not have the luxury and had to live with his consequences. It
China Travel Journal Part 1There is no Human more accomplished than the one that travelled a lot, which changed twenty times the shape of his thoughts and of his life. (Lamartine)China Travel Journal Part 112 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Running across the world in all ways possible is not only discovering others, but first the exploration of one true self, the excitation of acting and reacting, it’s the sign that the modern Human understood the waste it would be to render passive an already short life. (Xavier Maniguet)
The great travels hold their marvel in the fact that the enchantment starts before departure when we open atlases to dream on the maps as we repeat the magnificent names of unknown cities… (Joseph Kessel)
Never be afraid of life, never afraid of adventure, thrust in chance, in luck, in destiny… Go, go conquer new spaces, new hopes, the rest will be added unto.
DesiccationThe backdoor was always locked, a heavy deadbolt of a lock, almost too difficult to throw back, even for a grown man. The most secure door in the whole house no doubt. So he couldn’t have gotten out that way. And all the doors upstairs creaked with weathered age or slid rough in their tracks, grating plastic on metal. The door off the sunroom, though, held potential.Desiccation18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This was the basement that still haunts my memory: one bedroom, a den and a short connecting hallway that ended in a bathroom. The great room, long and thin, was mirrored to the north by a hallway that connected a half kitchen and laundry room. Then a workroom that in my memory was as big as my entire childhood home, unfinished floors filled with books and wood working tools, the materials of my grandparents’ obsessions.
Beyond that room was the sunroom, and though the door would have been difficult to get to through all the discarded beach toys and household paraphernalia, escape it
Dream Records 1Dream Records 11 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I sat in my personal room, it was more spacious than that of the room I inhabit in the physical plane yet seemed familiar to me as if I've known this room all my life. In the corner and middle subsection were book shelves. The one in the corner kept my reference materials and other important books, while the center one held my studies and much research on mysteries of our world. On the opposite ends of this middle subsection was a single round table with my laptop and a cozy bed elevated on top of a small stairs. Having my bed so close to my study area seem perfectly convenient for me and after a long day of practicing telekinesis but with no success I went to bed. As I laid there just staring at the ceiling a bit frustrated I noticed a few small water balloons stuck to my wall, I then concentrated and imagined one of the balloons bursting and to my surprise it did. I sat up as though wanting to confirm my sudden achievement and began focusing on the other balloons and again one
Where did I go so wrongI was born in this world with a curse. I was an insane child from when I was young. I haven't realise it until 2 years ago. But on a faithful Wednesday when I was seven my luck just couldn't wait to scar me forever. My life, hopes and dreams were scattered in a black abyss and to never be put back together again. That is when I snapped. I started growing more and more insane by the moments. I was crying everyday on the inside wishing it all to end but it never did. I was planning on taking my life away since I'm tired of waiting but something told me to wait a little longer. I mean one day my family called me I'm crazy, my so called class mates told me I'm useless ,oh how much I want to see their lifeless faces and I just cannot deal with myself anymore because I know that I'm just an ordinary girl, nothing so special, no special talents so why would I want to live knowing that from the state that I'm in I would never find love(not that I really care) knowing I would be left behind witWhere did I go so wrong1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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Boy In Hiding (part 5)CHAPTER FIVEBoy In Hiding (part 5)2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Grade six starts and I was put into a new classroom. I look around and see a familiar face. Her eyes meet mine and we both smile brightly before running to each other and hugging. We talked and laughed and smiled. I felt happy for the first time in years. I thought everything would be ok from now on until Alex walks in the room. He smirks evilly when he sees me and I lower slightly in my chair. After lunch, we went outside and Alex walks up to me. "I see the stupid cunt is uglier than ever." He sneers. He starts calling me names and pushing me around. I took it all in since I didn't know what else to do. Shaella saw this and ran over. She stood in front of me, protecting me from his next attack. She yells at him and stands up for me. After he left she takes me behind a shed and hugs me lovingly. This continues for a while. Alex picking on me, Shaella protecting me, and me being as weak and useless as ever. One day close to the end of the school year a new boy shows up in c
Did I ever like this band?I regret most strongly, of all the things I’ve done lately, pledging for the latest Megadeth album. The band’s camaraderie is vague, Dave Mustaine is in charge of a bunch of chuckleheads and seems irritated by it, almost seeming annoyed to be on camera for his sponsors. Though he and I are of the same religion, we are far from brothers. I vote how I want in live, I take a look on if a candidate or law aligns with the knowledge and interests I have at the time of voting and vote for it. Mustaine is living the stereotype; it’s Republican or the “Satanists.” I don’t know how someone who openly stated he wants a gay marriage ban would be friends with Michael Sweet, who considered deleting his Facebook page when people told him he was wrong for liking Rob Halford acknowledging prayer works because Halford is gay, or is willing to perform in states like California, Massachusetts and Michigan without complaint. I gave thiDid I ever like this band?2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Writer's Workbook: Your Real-Life ConflictFreewrite about what you yourself want more than anything else in the world and what (or who) is preventing you from getting it. ~ "Ready, Set, Novel!" page 57Me? I'm pretty simple. I want to be normal. I want to be able to go out of the house on my own, without needing to find someone to give me a ride because I can't make it down the hill to the bus and back under my own power. I want to not be in pain every minute of every day, excited when it's "only a little". I'd like to go out and make friends who aren't going to have to cater to my disability. I'd like to have the opportunity to fall in love again. All those wonderful things that normal people worry about, a job, a life, a significant other... I want those worries. I'm growing accustomed to the idea that I'll be alone and in pain for the rest of my life, and I hate that.Writer's Workbook: Your Real-Life Conflict2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And what's preventing me, that's just as straightforward. My health. Whether it's the migraines, the fibromyalgia, the depression, or just the obesity t
Boy In Hiding (part 4)CHAPTER FOURBoy In Hiding (part 4)2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few months into the school year I was surprised when someone told me that Megan had moved across the country. When I was alone in the bathroom I cried happily. 'I'm finally free' I thought. The next day a boy walks up to me. I smile kindly at him. "Hi. I'm Megan." I say. He punches my stomach. "Fuck off you ugly bastard." He growls. I gasp at the impact and run away crying. I look for Shaella but I can't find her. I hide behind a large bush in the school yard. When we go back inside for class I notice the boy who hit me is also there. The teacher does attendance and I learn that his name is Alex. He bullies me for the next few months saying things like "Four eyes" and "Slut." and everything in between. He says that I was a mistake and that I don't deserve to live. One day my mom was driving me to school and I see him. He sees me through the window and glares. Our eyes met for not even a second before my mom turns the corner into the school parking lot. My first class was
whistling in the darkBadBadManwhistling in the dark2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m a bad man!” Mohammed Ali, at 22 years old after beating Sonny Liston.
When I was five, I was across the street watching the “older boys” play a game of basketball in the Paul’s driveway. It was something I did a lot, watching other kids and people have fun and live. All of the kids in that intersection of 46th and J Street that comprised my whole universe at that age, were either older or younger than I was. So, I was accustomed to watching.
That day I watched Marie Paul pick up a rock and for no explainable reason throw it at a passing car, as in a car passing ten feet away and with nowhere to run and hide. Her rock found its mark because at that distance even a 10 year old girl has deadly aim. It made a thud on the side of the car that caused the driver to immediately screech to a halt. He jumped out of his vehicle looking like the killings would now begin and screamed “who threw that fucking rock?!
I knew the picture of a man
Boy In Hiding (part 3)CHAPTER THREEBoy In Hiding (part 3)3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I met a girl in grade five. She was pretty and funny and kind. This is how we met. I had just moved to a new school and I didn't know anyone except for one girl. Her name was Megan. We shared a name and we both had two cats. That's how we became friends. I soon found out though, that she wasn't a very nice person. She would yell at me when I spoke to people that weren't her and slap me if it seemed like I wanted to talk to someone else. I was terrified of her so I stayed by her side because I didn't want to get hurt again. One day she was absent from school and, since she never let me get to know anyone, I was sitting alone in a sand box. No one spoke to me. No one looked at me. No one acknowledged me. I was completely and utterly alone. Just as I was on the brink of tears, a sweet looking girl ran up to me. Her long curly hair bouncing behind her, shimmering hazel eyes staring sweetly into my own sad brown ones. "Hey. I'm Shaella. Want to make a garden with me?" She asks
Boy In Hiding (part 2)CHAPTER TWOBoy In Hiding (part 2)3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It started when I was just a little kid. I always knew I was different. I just couldn't put my tiny, chubby finger on it. When me and my mom went shopping for clothes I was always drawn to the more masculine looking things. She would pull me away before I had a good chance to look at any of it. If I managed to get my hands on a shirt from the boys section she would make me to put it back. "Honey, that shirt is for boys. You're a girl and girls don't wear that." She would say. I would sigh and put it back before dreadfully following my mom to the girls section. I would go home with sparkly pink dresses and flowery shirts that I hated. She told me "Act like a lady." But mom... I'm not a lady... When I started growing up more I got a boyfriend. I wasn't very happy with him. Something just didn't seem right. Maybe it was the fact that he made fun of me when we were near his friends or that he stole my money or he cheated on me a lot. It was definitely those things but there was
Emotion to Literature: My Thoughts, My WorldShe was stunning in blue and white.Emotion to Literature: My Thoughts, My World4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When we took pictures together, I wanted to wrap my arm around her, but it's too early for that, I thought.
I couldn't stand still because of her aura. My fingers are shaking now, actually.
God damn she was so pretty.
She was a better picture taker than I.
She had a big, natural smile.
In my own fantasy, I wanted to believe that I made her so. It's a good feeling.
She put her hands on my left arm, they're so warm. So comfortable.
The camera lagged, and we stood next to each other just like that.
A snapshot of a camera took no longer than a fraction of a second.
I resented that.
Because good God she was beautiful.
She sent me those pictures later.
I said, dang we look good!
We look good, Esther. Do you hear me?
We look good.
You were stunning in blue and white.
Blue and white are my favorite colors now.
When Angels Fly ~ Excerpt#PDF1 #WHENANGELSFLYbySJACKSONWhen Angels Fly ~ Excerpt4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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“This book spoke about abuse, the loss of two children and a mother's love. The mother came out of all this tragedy with a greater faith, found the love of her life, and hopes to show others, in these situations, that you can survive and come out a stronger person!” ~~ Janese Base, RN, BSN
“A story that will take the reader into the depths of immense pain. Harrowing, and leaves one longing to see the end of all the hurting.” ~~ Jane Vergara, Author, Breaking the Scroll
When Angels Fly by S Jackson and A Raymond is a true story of the struggles of a mother before and during the illness and ultimate death of her five year old son. It is a story of perseverance, heartaches, courage, and a mother’s undying love for her child. The day by day account of little Eli’s last days were heart wrenching. I was especially moved by the July 31, 1990 entry. As Eli w
OC interview meme! - SoraiRULES :OC interview meme! - Sorai4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Pick a character you've created.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were that character.
3. Tag at least three people to do this meme
I choose Sorai
1. What is your name?
Sorai Raire, don't look at me like that, it's my name!
2. Do you know why you were named that?
3.Single or taken?
Forever single, sob.
4.Have any abilities or powers?
Uhhh does eating a lot and not gain weight counts like ability?
5. Stop being a Mary Sue!
Mary and Sue? Where? I had a great time with them both.
6.What's your eye color?
Hazel - green.
7.How about hair color?
Brown, I won't dye my hair.
8.Have you any family members?
I'm currently living with dad, my younger sister traveled to USA for work.
9.Oh, how about pets?
Sadly I'm allergic to dogs and cats fur.
10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don't like.
It's not cool! I don't like to be allergic.
11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
SKating in the park and avoiding
In a nutshell (Amber)In a nutshell (Amber)4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The person we were endeavoring to miss had, for instance, been a straight A student all her life, had set the bar high in every activity she was involved with, and managed to go even higher, had diligently avoided allowing her illness to infiltrate her work, and had frequently deceived herself and everyone around her in the relentless quest for normalcy. She’d had the disconcerting habit of making references to her illness with the relaxed and blithe disregard for its seriousness. She had downsized it considerably: any headache, from a slight throbbing to a panging migraine, was just dizzying; any nausea, from stomach churning to the uncontrollable vomiting that racked her small frame, was “a little sick”; any pain, from the joint popping to the bone breaking, was a result of “being clumsy”; and any kind of medication, from an advil to the nightly injections, was daily routine. She was selfless: whenever anybody needed help, Amber was the first to leap to
God's Plan is Perfect: Part 3Part 3:God's Plan is Perfect: Part 34 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I began sneaking out while my wife was at work and my son was at school. I didn't really do much except drive around the city while once in a while stopping at a grocery store to buy shit that we didn't really need. It was mostly fruits or vegetables so that it looked like I wasn't driving around for nothing. I wasn't exactly sure why I was driving around so much. I think, even with my limited mental capacity, that I knew it was inevitable that my independence would be taken away. I wanted to taste the last little drops of independence I had left before my glass was taken away. They were bittersweet to say the least. My wife eventually found out I was sneaking out though. At one point I wasn't sneaking out while my son was at school. I was sneaking out after I brought him home. It may not make sense to you but it made sense to a man with severe white matter damage. While he was busy with home
For a FriendShe spent so much time alone. Sitting with her back against the wall, thinking of nothing. Watching the greyness slide by. Sometimes it crunched and plodded, sometimes ran. Sometimes it slithered and slipped seductively, or walked with the hurried clip clip of focused purpose. That’s it, enough grey. Time to make it purple. And purple it was. Purple concrete, purple people. She tried to hold hands with the purple people. Not the ones whose purple pants dragged on the purple ground. Not the ones who gave purple glares to their purple families. Not the ones on their purple phones or the ones with all the purple money. She tried, wherever she could, to find the people who had her color of eyes.For a Friend4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
To hold a hand, just touch it really. She slid up next to an older man on a purple bench. He looked like a friendly one. She sat down. Double-check. Try green. He sighed and set down his newspaper. Folded it neatly and leaned back, lost in the green light filtering through the leaves. Still f