You don't need a beachThe wind blows through my hairYou don't need a beach3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
whispers into my ear
calling like a seashell
DeterminacionTomó en su mano aquella frágil margarita.Determinacion3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sabía que la destrozaría tristemente, a medida que su propio y lento devenir estaba desapareciendo.
Flor a flor iba muriendo, mientras pedazos de su alma caían junto a ellas.
Paso a paso, instante tras instante...
Ya, la última flor…
ya su último suspiro.
Drowned In Time For eternity, there was light. It was beloved in my heart, as is with any being who lives. There was no desire for death but simply the want for a fun time. But even on the hottest and brightest days, frozen tendrils of darkness can always threaten to put us back into our place. For me, one of those moments was when those thoughts meant nothing to me. When most ideas were to abstract for my young, concrete brain. It was the day I drowned. The last thing I saw was the glare of sun as I felt a smile on my face. Suddenly, seconds were gone. I opened my eyes and felt my body rising, knowing there was a short time missing. I watched blue ribbons float horizontally as I rose towards the sky. I felt shrouded in peace, and I accepted that may have been dead. Nothing mattered to me. There wasn't even a want for air. It was the most calming sensation until I broke water. Suddenly my lungs gasped for air. Disorientation led me into a fit of anxiety as I realized how far my friends weDrowned In Time1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ana's Journey Book 1 Chapter 1Lightning Scar was sitting gracefully in the center of a sunlight clearing, staring at the sky. He was admiring the bright blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. "What a beautiful day it is today!" He said while his brother was running to where Lightning Scar is. Lightning Scar was so focused on the sky that he almost didn’t notice his own brother coming towards him. The scent of his brother hits his nostrils and turned around to face him, though.Ana's Journey Book 1 Chapter 11 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Hello there brother Cobalt." Lightning Scar said to his brother Cobalt. Cobalt noticed his brother found out it was him and said, "Hello big brother." Cobalt swiftly walked up to sit beside Lightning Scar, his brother. "I have something to tell you brother." Cobalt said as he received a nod from his brother, "Go ahead and speak Brother." Lightning Scar said. Cobalt was starting to tell his brother everything until Cobalt was quickly interrupted by a loud howl.
"AWOOOOUUU!!!" White Beauty howled loudly. Lightning Scar whipped around
Don't order pizza when you're drunk...So today (Saturday!) we had a deal with my bf that I'll order pizza for tonight (as I'm the only one of us two that speaks fluent language of the country we currently live at - because I was born and raised here... *whispers*).Don't order pizza when you're drunk...1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So he went to have a nap (because he's been working a lot last few days) and I did LOTS of procrastinated cealaning (bleh) and then I checked out free Guild Wars 2 game(until the end of this month!). and then it was an evening so I though I'd enjoy myself with some chocoalte and beer because I mostly let myself for that only during weekends. So I did. I had some chocoalte and some very tasty honey beer ^_^ I got lost into the game and by the time we should order, I was half-drunk (I don't need that much to get drunk and this honey beer is actually almost twice as strong as normal one.....).
BUT, despite being drunk my mind preserves most of cognitive abilities, not all in the same time and thinking sometimes takes longer.
So reluctantly I woke up my bf and told
SpiderwebAt the ceiling a spider slowly spins its web. I like to observe them when they laboriously link individual threads. Sometimes it takes them less time, sometimes all day. And every time they put everything that they know in the act of creation. The end result is very often beautiful.Spiderweb6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And often there's someone who, looking with crooked eye on the newly spun cobwebs, destroys it, leaving it tore down. Only fragments remain, or just nothing. But spider is going back and spins its web again, if not in this place, then in another.
I sit and watch this particular spider, which is precisely in the middle of its work. This spider came back several times already. How easy it's to destroy something that is being built for so long. Sometimes, by the actions of others, as in the case of my spider, sometimes alone. It's difficult to create, easier to destroy. But you can't fall to the ground, claiming that it's not worth to rise. You always have to find the strength to rebuild the world.
I am the sp
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 4Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (City of Genova)Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 41 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Rioku looks at Clefable, both scared and curious about the enemy team. "So, who is this team? And why are they helping Scyther?"
Clefable gets up with a nervous look on his face. He walks towards the window behind him. "Thats the thing… I don't know. I don't know why they want to help him, or how they even know him. But others are saying that he's the one leading the team."
Derrek gets up and transforms into a growlithe. "No worries Guild Master, we'll take care of him and make sure we get him back in prison!"
"Good, I want you guys to bring him back today. You will be rewarded for your actions when you three succeed in your mission. Best of luck to you guys." Clefable said.
As the team leaves the building, Rioku is following Lynda and Derrek, but he is looking down and seems nervous. Derrek turns to him worried if he's afraid or something. "Hey Rioku, you okay bro?"
Rioku looks at Derrek still nervous. "I don't know, its
The Strong Woman“Will you marry me?”The Strong Woman1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The first time they were married, Larkin had already lived with him for five years and they had three kids. The ceremony was in a living room, she told me. The cake was frosted and slammed together before it had finished cooling and it drooped sadly to the side right when she said, “I do.” She held a lace-wrapped bible for her bouquet. She didn’t have a dress, but her wedding set was made from diamonds and titanium.
“There are options for treatment….”
The first time he had cancer, they were scared. He went through months of chemo, vomiting, and weight loss. When the big “C-word” went into remission, they started breathing easier. They had five kids by then: one had moved out, one was in rehab, one in high school, and two they’d just adopted--both with severe disabilities. The bills piled up and she pawned her diamond ring. He went back to work and bega
Sneak Peak of Ana's Journey Book SummarySneak Peak of Ana's Journey3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This is a story of a wolf called Ana and her journey. The young wolf had a lot of suffering in her life, but one day new things started happening in her life like love, protection, caring, and so much more. Our young leader runs into her past foes while out in search for food. Can Yamcha get to her in time to protect her from these dangerous wolves out to settle a score?
Lightning Scar was sitting grac
On Ideas and Blackberry Pie IIA few summers ago I spent two weeks with my great-aunt in Victoria, where she lived with her husband in a little house next to a golf course. Now, every summer I indulge in self-reflection, contemplating my life, my goals, my future, and deciding how I should change to make the next year better than the last.On Ideas and Blackberry Pie II1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That was how, for two whole weeks in that summer, I became a runner. Attempted to, anyway.
The golf course next to my aunt’s house was surrounded by a trail that was the perfect distance for me. Leafy trees provided a reprieve from the sun, and by the end I always felt better, although sweatier, than I did before. When I would trot through the door at the end of my run, triumphant, my sister would shake her head at me in awe of my resolve to lead a healthy life.
The very best part about my excursions, though, were the blackberries.
Along the trail stood blackberry bushes, tall and prickly and filled with fruit. They grew in patches on the side of the trail, sporadically popp
Flower's GriefSun loves me,Flower's Grief1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
but winter doesn't.
Ana's Journey SummaryThis is a story of a wolf called Ana and her journey. The young wolf had a lot of suffering in her life, but one day new things started happening in her life like love, protection, caring, and so much more. Our young leader runs into her past foes while out in search for food. Can Yamcha get to her in time to protect her from these dangerous wolves out to settle a score?Ana's Journey Summary1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
UntitledAround my thirteenth birthday my at the time single father, got remarried to a woman named Amanda. I never really liked Amanda, but she did have a daughter who quickly became my best friend. Her daughters name was Charlotte, and when i saw Charlotte for the first time i think my heart skipped a beat, pale smooth and flawless skin, long silky black hair, and beautiful emerald green eyes. (not to mention how nice her boobs and butt were, like damn, you're fifteen, you're not allowed to be that hot.). Charlotte was always very nice and caring, and turned out to be a great step-sister.Untitled11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Now, my dad was in the military so he wasn't home, A LOT. So most of the time Amanda looked after Charlotte and I. You see, the point of the story is, that Amanda had very strict rules, (that i often broke). And Amanda believed in child punishment without harming her children. You can guess where this is going. So yeah, Amanda had a set of dual sto
Why Do I Like I.M. Meen???So I've been using I.M. Meen in my videos for half a year now, and I suppose you're wondering why I'm doing it in the first place... Well, I have a lot of reasons why, and I'm going to be completely honest here as to why I love this character. But first, a little backstory...Why Do I Like I.M. Meen???5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Back when I was still a YTP novice, I was browsing through YouTube and one particular video caught my eye. This video was called "The result of I.M. Meen's workout video", and from what I could tell by the thumbnail, it was supposedly a Pokémon YTP with Ash and Chikorita in it. I couldn't just ignore it, so I clicked on the video and started watching it. I was immediately shown a sped-up clip of I.M. Meen's weird dance segment, and I completely LOST IT. This was before I even knew who this character was, so I had never been exposed to such hilarity before. I kept watching and, sure enough, it was a Pokémon YTP all right, with a few I.M. Meen parts thrown in. I watched these parts with great interest, bec
~The girl whose heart grew infected~There was a young girl, who was always happy. She had everything she could possibly want. It started when her baby brother was born. Her parents forgot about her. Completely. She cried every night. She sliced her hair, to look like a boy. Everyone called her "Whore." She started cutting, to feel human. A day later, her boyfriend saw her wrists. Scarred. He kissed her wrists saying, "You don't deserve to be that way. Youre beautiful." It made her smile. Later in the week, she broke down. She hung herself in her closet, which her boyfriend saw. He cut the object that was tied around her neck. He was crying, and rushed her to the hospital. She got 13 stitches, which got a little infected. Her boyfriend worried, and watched over her from now on.~The girl whose heart grew infected~6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He's my guardian. I love him.
That Creeping FeelingWhile I am spiritual and curious about the hereafter, I don’t believe every ghost story I hear. I have never seen an entity or experienced any kind of poltergeist activity. I’ve had what I can only describe as “that creeping feeling”. You don’t always have a sighting. Sometimes, what you have is a sensation. This feeling can be triggered by environmental factors; but it’s when they occur in places without loose wiring, gas leaks, or other probable causes (not to mention safety hazards!) that such accounts become more interesting. I am including here three different instances: in which I have felt something, perceived someone else with me, and finally witnessed something unexplained with my own eyes.That Creeping Feeling6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is a really cool mansion in Massachusetts (now a museum) known as Hammond Castle. It was the home of inventor John Hammond and his wife – for whom he modeled it after a medieval castle. Among thei
Why?She looked up at the sky, constantly asking herself why. Why did this happen? It was just a little mistake. She didn't mean for this to happen. She'd lost everything, all for a terrible week. A week she wouldn't be able to see again. A week she wanted dead and gone. A week.Why?2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A week she oh so wanted to be reunited back to her account.
Jessica stared at the screen. Suspended? Seriously? No. This couldn't be happening. She wanted her account back. She wanted her friends back. Her black hair covered her face, her emerald eyes not leaving her computer screen. Her hands were shaking as she told her friends about the devastating experience. But all she could ask herself was...
Her friends were freaking out, but they still offered to help her out. Her friend :icongreystream: had spread the word through a journal. Her other friends :iconthenobodyofasoldier: :iconparfaitchu: and :iconcaptain-fan: gave her words of encouragement. Jessica felt lucky she had such caring friends. But while all o
Strawberry BiscuitSweet, but broken,Strawberry Biscuit2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Still love you.
HiddenHiddenHidden2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The golden door knocker rattled as the large brown door slammed shut as a brunette
haired teenager hurried up the cobbled driveway.
Concerned looks followed her as she hurried through the small village, black mascara running down her face turning the clear river into a black river.
Soon she was clear from the village as she made her way into a field close to the road.
She soon stopped hurrying and sat on a fence close to the local farm.
She pulled a white tissue and a small square pocket mirror and began to clean up her face.
“Hey there!” came a strange rough voice.
The teen looked around startled and confused as she couldn’t see anyone,
“Who???” she stammered.
“In front of you!” replied the voice.
She looked down and nearly fell off of the fence when she saw a ram standing right in front of her.
“What the.... am I going crazy?” she questioned herself.
“Nope, you see, I was once like you a normal human but then I met th
Does Anger Come From Entitlement?Does anger come from entitlement?Does Anger Come From Entitlement?3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Because after you left, I haven't gotten angry at you half as much as before. No, not even a quartre as much. I suppose because I haven't the right.
You did not leave me out of spite or chagrin. You were tired. And I cannot be upset if you merely left out of exhaustion. I cannot be upset at anyone.
At first, I felt like you had extinguished my flame. And I was angry. Which is funny, since being angry only proves how fiery I am. But then, I realized I was tending my own flame. Softly, giving light and warmth to my world.
How I hoped you would come by. So I could give you a little of that flame. But you did not.
Yet I know you are not ice. Because you did not wall yourself off. Our eyes met. And as always, you are impossible to read (Have I read anyone, really?). You said nothing. You reply to none of my messages. None of my calls.
And I wish I could be angry. Only so I know I could be reckless. Because you are mine.
But you're not.
Still my flame burns
Game TimeAngelo Whines, "Guys~ I am boreeed~ Let's do something !"Game Time3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Seth ruffles his hair and sighs "Like what kid?"
Sachi sits in corner away from everyone
Angelo "I am not sure.. Like, playing a game-??"
Seth looks over a Sachi, "hm maybe"
Marissa "What's on your mind cat?"
Angelo "Okie !" Waves over to Sachi happily, "Sachiii~! Come here~! We are going to play a game~!"
Seth "nothing at all. And who said I agreed to playing a stupid game?"
Sachi "w-what type of game?"
Angelo Grins, "I did ! So you are playing." Turns to Sachi, "And ah.. I am not quite sure, does anyone have a game idea ?"
Seth sighs and rolls his eyes
Sachi gets up and walks over to where everyone is
Marissa "Not really."
Angelo "Okay then..Um.. How about truth or dare..? I don't really know.."
Seth "Don't suggest playing a game if you don't know wh