ErbiumErbium is not exactly the emotional type.Erbium3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Or rather, he is not one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Always keep up appearances, never let weakness show, that is what he has been taught.
So, regardless of the troubles within, Erbium keeps a straight face, carefully putting up walls, one calculated brick at a time. No matter how terrifying it gets inside, or how much he is seething, none of it ever bubbles up to the surface.
It is not that Erbium does not feel. He does feel, he really does. Nevertheless, he has gotten so used to ruling his face that, sometimes, he wonders if his brain has not taken to beating in his heart's place.
He knows every crook in his walls, every nook, every cranny. And yet he does not have the faintest understanding of what happens between those walls. Sadness, rage, anger, love, it is all irrational gibberish to him. Fear he understands though, enough to realize his impenetrable fortress is flooded with the bloody thing.
Because in the end, for all the fa
Vita da Dalton - NasoEra tardo pomeriggio, e William Dalton era seduto sul divano. Non sapeva che cosa fare, e si stava annoiando. Sua madre era andata a fare spese con Joe, Jack ed Averell, lasciandolo solo con la sorella più piccola, Niky.Vita da Dalton - Naso1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Decise di fare una doccia; si alzò e si diresse verso il bagno. Si fermò, notando la porta chiusa. Bussò ed aprì, senza aspettare una risposta.
> esclamò Niky dall’interno, coprendosi con un asciugamano. Con uno scatto, si lanciò verso la porta e la richiuse colpendo William sul naso.
> esclamò William, portandosi una mano al naso. Incespicò all’indietro, e finì con la schiena contro il muro. > Si lasciò scivolare a terra e si sedette sul pavimento, con entrambe le mani sul naso.
Niky uscì dal bagno, l’asciugamano arrotolato attorno al copro, e si avvicinò al fratello. > esclamò, mettendogli una mano sulla spalla e inginocchiandosi accanto a lui. >
> si lamentò lui.
Teaching Colors to KidsToday I'm going to teach you about colors. What are colors? While hard to explain, think of it like this: they make our world beautiful. Let me go through the colors with you, then a little secret.Teaching Colors to Kids1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
First is red. Do you know what it looks like? An apple is red. Tomatoes and ketchup are red. Those things on an oven? They turn red when they're very hot. Your shirt could be red too! Can you see colors? If not, think of being mad or shy. Your face may turn red. If you feel mad or shy, you can say that your face is red. Of course red can also mean you have a fever, so be careful!
Next is orange. It's also a fruit! Our sun, far up in the sky, is orange. Certain cheese is orange. Do you have a pet goldfish? It's orange too, so you can tell your parents how smart you are! Can't see orange? Think of Halloween, of candy! Pumpkins and candy, for example! Something nice, but also a little spooky.
Next may be tricky. Yellow is bright. If you draw the sun, make it yellow. Lemons and bananas are yello
Tickle Torturing Michael Part 5Sometimes I absolutely hate the cold weather. You get stuck inside trying to stay warm and not do anything. But sometimes, that's not a bad thing. Michael loves playing in the snow and being cold for some reason. And It had its consequences. One morning, as everyone was leaving the house Michael got up and said that he was sick. My dad gave him some special cold medicine that I never heard of. My dad said it wouldn't put Michael to sleep it would just drain him of all his energy. And since I had the day off I would help Michael "get better".Tickle Torturing Michael Part 52 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So a couple hours pass and I'm sitting on the couch watching tv when I get a text from my dad asking me to give Michael some more medicine. Michael had kept the cup in his room so I walked into the room. Michael was laying in bed wide awake. I told Michael I was going to get him more medicine and then asked him to hand me his cup. Michael grunted and his arm moved very slowly to the cup. When his arm was about halfway there he just let his arm fall
Time They say that time heals all wounds. But does it really? Is it time that takes away the pain from years of torment and abuse at the hands of one's peers? Or is it the realization that one is simply stronger than that? Is it time that allows someone to forget the hateful words that have been spoken to them time after time? Or is it the determination to stop letting the opinions of others govern their lives? Is it time that gives a person the ability to stand up for themselves? Or is it the courage they build to say, "I'm stronger than you think I am"?Time4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The simple truth is that time cannot fix everything. While wounds may heal, and scars may fade, the pain of physical and emotional harassment can last a lifetime. No amount of time can ever take away those feelings of alienation and hurt. No amount of time can ever make a person forget the words that cut them again and again. No amount of time can e
Experimentation - Part 3Riot’s POVExperimentation - Part 35 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My hope was quickly diminishing, ever since they dragged my brother into the same room as me, and injected him with the poison. I could only will myself to believe that Anubis could handle the effect of the drugs, because I knew I barely could.
I try to morph into my wolf form once more, to create a spark of electricity, anything, but my magic was gone, as of now I was nothing but a person. That’s not true I tell myself, you’re still one of the best killers in the Republic.
I think back on my training, I was known for turning anything into a weapon. I just needed to find something, with Cosmo no longer in the room with us, for he had gone to make more of his venom, I had a little time to find a way out of my bonds.
“Anubis!” I whisper harshly, trying to get him to wake, “Anubis come on! I need your help, damn it!”
The strategist makes no move, and I decide I am on my own for this one. I tug at the bonds on my wrist, they were tight,
17 november/ old housesHow do I weigh a feeling, a thought- I can’t track it, it’s caught under mountains of skin, tangled loosely under lonely bones. There is no wind to blow anything around- no bruises, no trampoline springs pressing down.17 november/ old houses6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A stranger walks unusually close behind you, and you like it. So close he can without a doubt hear your shivery breathing. It feels invasive almost, like he’s getting to know you without your permission, but you like it.
That’s what it was like when I met you.
I was elusive; you sat across from me on the subway and, while everyone we were with talked to each other, you just stared at me, trying to peel me open for my secrets. You said, on the greyhound home, I could sleep on your shoulder if I wanted.
Strange isn’t it, to find yourself longing for the walls of your old house; to long for the virginal sweet days of orange pekoe where you were fifteen and in love, writing books for a boy, guesstimating how many stamps it would need, and then
Widow's PrideWidow’s PrideWidow's Pride1 month 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
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 8Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (City of Genova)Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 81 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Back at Genova, Clefable is walking around the guild building. He seems to be talking to himself. "(Sigh) I hope they're alright, they've been gone for at least a day now." Then he notices a carriage of goods being carried by a Weavile. Clefable looks at the carriage and notices Rioku and Lynda. "Oh sweet Arceus, they're safe." Clefable walks down some steps, and the Weavile stops near the steps where Clefable is at. "I assume the mission was a success?"
"Heck yeah it was! We had a bit of trouble with these two but we managed to make it out alive." Rioku said smiling.
Clefable looks at the back of the carriage and notices the Leavanny and Scizor, but wonders where the Scyther is. "Um… where is Scyther?" Clefable asked.
"Yeah, this is him." Lynda said pointing her paw at Alloy. "Scyther, who also calls himself Alloy now, evolved himself by using a Metal Coat Capsule. And for the rest of Team Gash, Kris was the only one left." Lynd
Mistakes and LessonsLessons can be learnt from mistakes.Mistakes and Lessons2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mistakes can be learnt from lessons.
Lessons can be learnt without mistakes.
Mistakes can be learnt without lessons.
Lessons without mistakes are lessened.
Lessons with mistakes aren't lessons.
Lessons won't lessen mistakes.
Mistakes can be mistaken for lessons.
Mistakes without lessons are mistaken.
A New Frame Of Mind *song*A New Frame Of Mind.A New Frame Of Mind *song*3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I asked you 'why', but you gave me a lie, so I opened my mind and gave it some time
I went out on a limb despite my fear of heights, but I had to climb the tree so I could reach the kite
I’ve been told it’s a rare mindset to want to leave this world better than you found it.
With no such thing as perfection we all have something to aim for and by the end of the day if I’ve made someone happy then I reached my goal.
Some of my friends hate each other, but I love them all for who they are, they don’t have to be together, this is what inspired me to put my words to guitar.
All I want to do is to make you smile, and maybe convince you to stay with me a while.
By tomorrow the game will reset and we’ll play it again to see if we can win.
My friends don’t have to be friends to be mine to the end.
I’ve been told it’s a rare mindset to want to leave this world better than you found it.
With no such t
PassionSomeone asked me "what are you passionate about?"Passion4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And I replied, "the arts…but I'm more passionate about those who I love and I always will be, for they are my inspiration, they are my life. Each person in my life plays a critical role and I would never want to lose a single one of them."
Reality Vs Online ImageWhat do you see when you stumble upon this little page of mine? In all probability, a Beyblade fan-girl who loves writing and is a bad drawer. A person who is relatively unknown in this big web. A person who has been very quiet in her activities, but who tries to let her few followers know what is going on.Reality Vs Online Image4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You won't see the girl behind the screen; a high school student who is very quiet and prefers to be alone. Yet, on here, she appears to want attention for what she has done. A little hypocritical, in a way.
She prefers to write and listen to music on her own rather than socialise, feeling like she is out of the loop with the others in her year, who all know each other rather well. She appears on here to be a nasty person to the characters she is writing, but in reality is the sweetest person you could meet. She doesn't like conflict or shouting, and is prone to crying.
She often feels like she could do better, but she then perches in a chair next to a plugpoint for her laptop so she
BahiaEl sonido de las olas en la bahía despierta mi imaginación.Bahia1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Me traslado a lugares lejanos, o me siento en el centro del mundo: cada lugar es único, como cada atardecer en este maravilloso lugar. El sol se pone tras ella, reflejado sobre la falda de ese trozo de mar: siento la energía fluir en mi interior como magia.
El viento suave acompaña la preciosa estampa y me siento revivir, mientras los flamencos disfrutan de la escena también.
La ciudad se asoma sobre el agua, al otro lado, eterna y bella, como un espejismo, pero real; real como nosotros. Nos da la vida una y otra vez desde antaño, y vuelvo a la época en la que pude haber paseado por los suelos de piedra de la zona, que contrastaban con el agua. Entonces, este lugar era un secreto que guardábamos para nuestro disfrute.
Nos daba la vida a nosotros y ahora, de nuevo, nos la da…
Training ManualTraining ManualTraining Manual1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Stephanie Lee Walsh, 17, was a young and out of control teenager. Well according to her teachers and parents.
Stephanie always kept avoid instructions and orders, with a flick of her dark brown hair she’d walked off and completely ignore the orders given to her and some teachers would go as far as to say she’d need training
One day, on a Friday, just after school had finished, Stephanie found her life completely turn upside down. It all began just after she’d gotten changed out of her school uniform and had gone downstairs.
She removed her school books from her bag in one big handful but as she moved the books towards the coffee, a slim white book slipped from the handful and dropped on to the ground.
Sighing with frustration she dumped the rest of the books on the table and went to pick up the dropped one,
“Canine Training Manual...... Whose joke was that!” she thought as she looked at the shiny white cover.
Chuckling to herself she flicke
Education ~*160 words*~I understand that you need a higher education to get ahead, but I can understand why no one really wants to go. Most can’t afford it and if I wasn’t for my aunt even I wouldn’t be going now. You can’t ask someone to go to a place of higher learning, pay for what they can, but end up resorting to loans; and then graduate with thousands in debt. This isn’t even taking into account the lack of jobs, how are student to pay for their loans when there really is no field for incoming graduates? Tell me, how would I be expected to pay for (low estimate) $10,000 if I can’t find a job. That cost is nothing compared to larger schools, by the way. So all the parents, all the politicians, and anyone who tells me to get more education, how do you want me to pay for that?Education ~*160 words*~1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Or would you rather not think that far ahead?
It's beautiful "Hey, did you draw that?"It's beautiful2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"It's a beautiful cat."
"What? How so?"
"Because it's art!"
"Art? It's got two dots for eyes and triangles for ears. Its head is a simple circle and its body is uneven. It looks more like a toddler scribble to me."
"Hm, you're looking at it wrong. It's definitely beautiful. So are toddler scribbles."
"I'll turn it in every direction but it'll still look just as ugly."
"Did you draw it with your own hands?"
"Did you put an ounce of effort into it?"
"Yes, I did..."
"Then it's beautiful."
Worry, Worry, WorryI worry, I worry, I worry. People who I love are important to me and they are significant. This is reason why I worry, worry, worry. It is a shame they find it annoying and wish it would end. But I can't help it, I love them too much.Worry, Worry, Worry2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So I worry, worry worry.
Are they annoyed?
Worry, Worry, Worry.
Are they okay?
Worry, Worry, Worry.
Are they strong?
Please make it end.
Soledad...Soledad?Soledad...2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Que es eso?
Un estado de animo...
O quizás un estilo de vida?
O tal vez ninguna de las dos...
Pero ese no es el punto
No me interesa saber que es, solo se que me muero en ella
Siento que la soledad me mata, me come lentamente
Y solo tu eras mi salvación, mi libertad de esta miseria...
Pero te fuiste
Me dejaste morir lentamente
Y ahora sufro en soledad
Me atacan sin cesar, yo solo espero tu regreso para volver a vivir como antes...
Para salir de mi soledad
dear newfoundland homestuck fans!~if there are any of you out there who want to start a homestuck panel for sci-fi on the rock please message me!:3 <3dear newfoundland homestuck fans!~3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Saga Poniedzialku 13W piątek, o godzinie 16:08, jak w każdy piątek o godzinie 16:08 przepychałem się wśród tłumu czekającego na wejście do 50-osobowej puszki na kółkach, mającej wieźć mnie przez 58km do miejsca zwanego domem. Po wpłaceniu złotówek w liczbie dwunastu koła leniwie ruszyły z miejsca i zaczęły kierować swe obroty w kierunku przeciwnym do wyrastającej zewsząd miejskiej dżungli.Saga Poniedzialku 133 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Byliśmy już przy ostatnim słupku oznaczającym przystanek, dzielącym teren zaasfaltowany od dzikiego, kiedy przez szklaną taflę okna dotarł do mnie widok, który całkowicie zamroził świat dookoła mnie.
Nic już dla mnie nie istniało. Tylko ja i tajemnicza kobieta siedząca na przystankowej ławie. Zostawiłem całą swoją rzeczywistość za plecami, wpatrując się w samotną s
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 Bullfrogs1 month 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