October 15th, 2014.the boy with the shaggy hair & bright eyes & hands dirty from days, no years, tending the earth tells me "I'm homeless & I hang out with crack heads".October 15th, 2014.2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
it is our first date & I'm biting back my laughter thinking "what is my life?" & then I'm thinking "what is his life?" & then I'm thinking "poor kid."
he's wearing his friend's pants & the same shirt I met him in with the pocket holding on with all its flimsy might. & there are his beautiful fingers, aching to touch anything & an hour before I was aching to touch them, too.
& he's telling me how those drugs made him a superhuman, how he could do anything, chat up hot babes, anything. & I'm thinking "is that how he met me?" & I'm thinking "I've got too much baggage already" & I'm thinking about where his mouth has been & I'm thinking about the doctor, the one who doesn't really see me, the one who lets me stand in for his lost love, a warm body. & shouldn't I be tired of being another warm body? & don't I need a warm body too?
he tells me
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 Feeling2 weeks 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
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 4Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (City of Genova)Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 42 weeks 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 Woman2 weeks 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 Journey1 month 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
You don't need a beachThe wind blows through my hairYou don't need a beach1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
whispers into my ear
calling like a seashell
Widow's PrideWidow’s PrideWidow's Pride13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Amy Westland, 35 had been trying to cope on her own for many months now but ever since that fateful day when she succumbed to her pride.
It all began days after her husband’s funeral; many of the farm hands had left since that fatal accident. Since then she had taken charge of the farm that once was run by her husband but there was one thing that sat on her mind every day.
She had never run the farm on her own, true is was a great achievement and she wanted to make her husband proud but running it solo was a hard job.
With her daughter helping out as much as she could and the remaining farm hands doing their best as well but in their honest opinion the farm wouldn’t survive under her hands.
It was a late Friday evening, Amy had gone down to her local pub, “The Bull’s Horns” for a few drinks but the minute she walked through the door she could hear people talking about her and the farm.
“The farm’s ruined” said one voic
The Chickadee, Plip-plop,Whisper, and BullfrogsSlender prickly tall grass sliced at my knobby eight year old chicken legs, leaving little white indentations as does a cat sharpening its claws on a stained lumpy couch. I stumbled and tripped over the terrain of jagged rocks protruding from the overgrowing dirt path. Maple leaves floated and drifted to the ground, bringing a fresh autumn scent. My brother and my dad trekked far ahead, causing me to sprint to catch up.The Chickadee, Plip-plop,Whisper, and Bullfrogs4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Before I could catch up, they suddenly paused and ceased their walking. Curious, I hurried to where they had stopped, causing the tiny remnants of a pebble to fly into my Velcro light up sneakers. My toes curled in dismay as the pebble’s remains stabbed at my foot. I arrived to the spot where they were in conversation.
“Do you think she’s ready?” my brother, Wil asked, acting smugly. “I don’t think she’s smart enough.”
“What are you talking about?” I queried, completely confused. The two glanced at each
Marysville-Pilchuck HS Shooting Prayer RequestATTENTION! IMPORTANT PRAYER ALERT AND REQUEST!Marysville-Pilchuck HS Shooting Prayer Request5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know if you already heard about the Marysville-Pilchuck shouting yesterday, October 24. A freshman, a homecoming prince as well, went into the lunch room with a .40 cal. pistol and shot up a table at lunch. 2 are confirmed dead and 4 are at hospitals in critical condition. This took place in Marysville, Washington, USA.
Please pray for the victims, families of the shooter and victims, eye witnesses, and family of those who were affected in any way by this event.
I happen to live in Marysville but go to school in Arlington, so I wasn't affected as much as some of my friends and fellow youth group and church goers.
To give a current emphasis on its magnitude, all Marysville School District is shut down through Friday of this next week.
Please pray. God bless.
freaking amazingpossibly the best thing to come out of homestuck, this fanmade music video is beautiful. i present to you, mambostuck: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5L_gOBfGl2Afreaking amazing1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Cry X Ib: Part 2The brunette pair wandered through the gallery, searching through obstacles and puzzles of all kinds. Through darkness, paintings, monsters, and more, they kept walking.Cry X Ib: Part 21 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ib wondered endlessly about the Tall male as they searched for Garry. Why did he wear a mask? Wear did he come from? Was Cry his real name? She thought about it.
"Hey kid, you ok?"
Ib looked up, realizing she was daydreaming. "Huh? Oh...yeah.And I'm not a kid. I'm 17"
Cry's head tilted. "You sure? You looked like you were lost in thought."
"I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"That's specific..." He then went quiet.".......... Is it about boobes?"
Ib couldn't help but laugh. "Not a lesbian, thank you!" Cry smiled underneath the mask. "See? I made you laugh! Must not be serious thoughts." Ib rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but only 'cause you have a good sense of humor. Hey...... What's that?"
Ib pointed down a corridor. She could see a very strange silhouette down the hallway.
Cry then turned s
UntitledChapter 2Untitled2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sitting on a nearby bench she put her bag in front of her feet and started to find something to eat she smiled when she found her favorite food m&m’s opening the large bag and grabbed a handful of the delicious chocolate. she took in her surroundings and looked around her she was in the forest just outside a abandoned building not far from civilization if she needed supplies. There was no sign of her parents or anyone else that she could see she smiled at the fact that she was finally free of their grip on her she was about to eat another piece of candy when she heard a stick break. Fear quickly gripped her small frame and she instantly froze she didn’t move for fear of being attacked. Slowly she put her candy away and got her bag back on she went over to a nearby tree and hid behind it. The bushes rustled again to reveal a man he looked to be a drug dealer he wore a black hoodie with a purple mask and yellow sunglasses a red symbol was on the front part of the ho
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???2 weeks 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~2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He's my guardian. I love him.
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?3 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 Biscuit3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Still love you.
HiddenHiddenHidden1 month 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
A Special Thank YouI always loved art. As far back as I can remember all I would ever want to do was draw. I would wake up, draw, go to school, draw at school, come home, draw some more and then go to bed just so I could do it all over again the next day. I defiantly wouldn't say I had the easiest childhood, but as long as I had a pencil in my hand I was content, and I planned on spending every day of the rest of my life that way. I know it's cliché, but it's true, life rarely goes the way you plan it to.A Special Thank You1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Around 13, 14 my life got kind of crazy, not that it was so great before that. Without going into too much detail about it, let's just say by the time I was 15 I was in a huge depression, and thanks to an undiagnosed sleep-disorder that kept me in a constant state of sleep-deprivation, I stayed depressed for 4 solid years. things were just as crazy for my family around that time, (divorce, money trouble, addictions, and so on) so, no one really noticed what was going on with me. I never told anyone
Does Anger Come From Entitlement?Does anger come from entitlement?Does Anger Come From Entitlement?1 month 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 Time1 month 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
Familiar I take slow steps up the ever-so-high staircase that I climb up on at least a bi-weekly basis, taking in the scent I have learned to get used to and love as much as I do the smell of my own house. Bursting sunlight greets my hyper-sensitive eyes when I reach the top, reminding me yet again that morning has broken.Familiar1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My siblings and I are the first to arrive. Together, we enter the meeting room affectionately nicknamed the LIGHTHOUSE, the place where our band of youthgroupers meet for Bible study on Saturday mornings. I take off my jacket and settle into the back row of chairs, claiming the seat nearest to the lefthand wall.
The next to arrive are the three freckled, red-headed siblings. The youngest of the three, whom I call my complimentary redhead and a host of other endear