Vultures and regret.Oh, look forward, towards that glimmering spotlight.Vultures and regret.11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Only one can stand in it at a time.
They fight, scream and curse, beg and bribe.
Emotionless they climb above, unfeeling for the ones "below"
And the power flows, as soon as those eyes are upon you.
Surrounded by people, but not a single friend for miles.
Sharks, leeches, and vultures, all masters of pretention.
This is your legacy now.
They follow you looking for scraps, which you so unintentionally benevolently delivered.
The amount of determination to remain above this rotting pile of filth and lust for a chance of being noticed!
How draining it must be...
Not to long until you fall, and they walk around, over, and away from you, intent on keeping their egotistic stomachs full.
How high did you fly? Was the fall worth it?
I doubt so.
Have fun being king of that throne now.
As you look around, not a single person looks at you. You are nothing to them anymore.
How We MetI remember the first time I saw her. It was quite a few months before I asked her out. I think the weather was starting to hint that winter was coming. I saw her that day in the library; she was looking at some books that, from what I had seen, appeared to be books on the ocean and marine biology. I was surprised at just how beautiful she was. I wanted to talk to her, but of course I was too nervous.How We Met21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
I hadn’t seen her for a good few weeks after. I guess maybe I just didn’t notice her for some ungodly reason. The next time I saw her was one morning in late November before class. This time I had gotten a much better look at her. She was even more beautiful than I remembered from the last time. I caught myself staring at her while my mouth was agape. I immediately closed my mouth and went on my way to the library (she was by the main entrance to the school).
As the days went on, I found myself thinking about her more and more. I saw her more frequently. One reason why I didn
The Mind Process of a Highly Bored Teenager Eyes couldn't help but wander to the clock as the teacher preached on and on about homework no one even did. Some zoned out, others actually pretended to write, bless them, and a few in the back row were deep in conversation about something in Spanish. The clock just taunted us, as we wait for the godforsaken bell to save us from this boredom. I on the other hand was attempting to draw a perfect circle. Do you know how hard that is, drawing a circle? Anyway, I actually try to pay attention for once. You really thought I was serious? Nope, I'm going to get him off topic... but what topic should we use this time?The Mind Process of a Highly Bored Teenager12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Sports? No, that was brought up by the kid behind me a while ago. Deep question? Eh, that only works for five minutes, and I have to try to be invested in the conversation.. I need something that everyone would chime in on. Stupid History? YES! Okay, got it.. but what? The kid in the back row is speaking Spanish.. Spanish.. Spanish! Okay.. to wait for
How did this happen?Well it happened. The other night I had a talk with my daughter. Everybody was in their room, so I knocked on her door and asked if we could talk. I tried with small talk but I could tell she really didn't want to talk. I decided to jump right in. I told her that I was doing laundry the other day and went to put it away. When I was putting away some of her socks, I found a diaper and a pacifier in her drawer.How did this happen?17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
She tried to play it off by saying "What?!?" but after I chose not to respond, she broke down in tears. I told her that I talked to people online about it and that sometimes people desire to wear diapers. I then told her that I still loved her and asked how she felt.
She was definitely surprised. After calming down a little bit, she told me that she liked the way that diapers felt and she wears them when she is alone. I then asked about the pacifier and she said that she knew she isn't a baby but liked that too. While she was talking, I got up and went to the dresser to look at th