What I Don't RememberWhat I Don't Remember1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
There‘s this little patch of land down the street from where I live. Technically, it belonged to the neighborhood adjacent to ours, but that five-foot tall, wooden-rail fence was like a ‘keep out’ sign on a door without any locks. It’s got a creek like a crooked spine down its middle, and the mud around it was full of crawdads if you dug deep enough.
Some kids from my neighborhood and I used to go down there and just screw around for a couple of hours before dinner. Throw rocks at the frogs, try to jump from one side of the creek to the other, or even try to climb from one end of the top of the sewage tunnel to the other while hanging on to the rails and inching our toes across. Sure it was only a twenty-foot stroll, but there was also a twenty-foot drop into the creek bed. The only time you couldn’t see the floor beneath the surface was after a big storm. Otherwise, it was just a spot under the jog path where the white kids like us would go. Every now and
Death Answer Me!? Who am I!?"We don't know what kind of people we truly are until the moment before our deaths." -ItachiDeath Answer Me!? Who am I!?6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
My name is Lykos. 16, lives in the US. Almost died from suicide, once by hanging, once by overdosing.
And I want to say.. That the quote from Itachi in Naruto, can not be more true. When you face death, and when you are able to think clearly, you begin to realize just how fragile life is. You stop seeing days as simply another day to get through, but rather you want to soak every hour, every minute, every second into you...
The world is beautiful beyond belief...
To hear the birds chirping.. To feel the warmth of the sun.. To hear the little giggles and laughter of the people around you... It really is a miracle...
This is the amount of seconds there are every day.
Everyday you waste time, you won't ever get it back. It just get's written off as a lost.
So don't waste your time.
Listen to music, write, read, run, DO S
Holding Hands and Forehead KissesI lay in my bed, cradling my phone in my shaky hands, waiting for a text, missing the good days.Holding Hands and Forehead Kisses3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
The distance is hard. You have a job, school, and athletics. I have school, sports, and family. One might think I'd be distracted enough to shove you out of my mind for even a few minutes but I think of you constantly.
I think about how often we could spend time tomorrow, just a message and a car ride away. We could talk and hang out and cuddle and do whatever whenever. Now I'm lucky if we even get to message for more then a few minutes here or there.
I miss being able to wrap my hands around your warm, strong body, melting into you and feeling safe. Now I clutch my phone and melt into the past, making my eyes water as I try not to cry.
I miss when our biggest problem was the day you would leave for college. Now you have gone and I can barely function without you by my side. Now I worry that some other, better girl has taken my place as yours. I still call you mine but do you call me yours?
Soulmate AU (can apply to any ships)i'm so fucking bored like why, why is there literally nothing to do, like granted i should be sleeping right now but really who gives a fuck, i'm gonna draw an oscars hotel logo on my arm. ‘oh my god oscars hotel’ what the flying fuck that’s weird i did not right that, is there so freaky poltergeist shit going on here ‘are you a poltergeist? if so, do you wanna kill me?’ ‘no i'm not a poltergeist and why would i wanna kill you? we're soulmates’ ‘what? how do you know this’ ‘i googled it, supposedly whatever i right on my body shows up on yours and vice versa’ ‘nice, so should we tell each other who we are’ ‘nah i like the mystery of it, like what of we know each other in real life’ ‘are your friendzoning your own soulmate?’ ‘no i'm just saying that i don’t wanna find out i know you irl because then we won’t wanna communicate like this’ ‘in that case iSoulmate AU (can apply to any ships)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Oh, Tiny Human Oh, tiny human. I can hear you in the next room over. Your voice echoes off the walls, along with an occasional thump. I've grown to know that there is a 3 second window with you. A bang, crash, or thud, and then 3 seconds. I hold my breath for each of these moments, each time. And I know that if there are no cries of pain within those moments, things are just fine in your little world. I can hear you chanting hi-yaws and ka-pows so I imagine that you have taken on some force beyond my adult recognition. From where I'm sitting, things sound to be working in your favor in there. Though I want so bad to interrupt, to join the game and come to your rescue, I know that you don't need me to. Whatever thing has crossed your path has clearly been met with a fate worse than I have the energy to offer, so I leave to your battle.Oh, Tiny Human 3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
I appreciate that you are protecting me from these enemies that I can't see or hear. I appreciate your energy and courage as you high-kick and upper-cut into the air. A
Freedom Tornament War: Chapter 6Chapter 6 Strange SeparationFreedom Tornament War: Chapter 62 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
I woke up the next morning as I tried to get up be something was keeping me from moving. I tried to move to see what was holding me down, then I noticed that Spade had me in embrace. I could feel my face heating up.
"Spade, get up" I tried to get his attention, but he seemed to be asleep still. I could feel his muzzle in my hair, hearing his soft breathing, it almost felt nice.
"Spade" I tried to tell him again. He still didn't hear me, as I then heard him groan, then i heard a loud thud.
"What just happened?" I wondered as I could finally get up and looked. Spade had fallen out of the bed.
"What was that all about?!" Spade shouted, he seemed mad and his face went red.
"I should be asking you that" Spade tilted his head, he seemed confused. Suddenly, everything went silent.
"Good morning E Block!" The friendly voiced told us, "It's time to eat breakfast"
I got up looked at Spade, He got up and walked out the door. I just followed after him, wondering where
FulguritaFulgurita1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Inesperada; como implica la palabra, fue la caída, pero aún lo fue más la reacción. Nadie imaginó que tan hermosa figura encallara para siempre sobre la arena. Inmóvil, petrificada, enraizada, y aunque se tratara de un evento natural todos miraron con asombro debido a la complejidad del mismo. Algunas playas dieron lugar a este fenómeno, y muchas más lo harán y de distintos colores se conformarán. Pero no hay que enfocarse en eso ya, ahora hay que concentrarse en resguardar a la figura que llegó a la playa, pues no será sencillo debido a lo frágil que es.
Assassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 16We stood in front of him and scowled, we knew what we had to do, save our sister, and get mum healed, the rules the government set are no longer in play, the rules never mentioned if our teacher was our mother, so this was fine, no matter what, we would save everyone” Nero, lets do this, Grande” “ yeah little bro, Nexus” both our shadows grow and grow as both Grande and Nexus rise forth ready for battle, all of the main campus students were shocked and scared, they thought, ‘what are these things?, does this make them monsters?’ Well, none of that mattered to us, Nexus and Grande roared and growled at the man in front of us, he had called in reinforcements in the form of choppers and even a tank, how they had a tank I will never know” ha, well, looks like they brought out the big toys, well big sis, you ready?” Nexus laughed at Nero’s comment” lets” Nero pulled out his knife and smiled” Nexus, Spirit form, EmbodimeAssassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 161 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
QuinnburgersHow to cook Quinn BurgersQuinnburgers1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
In about 2013, after a bad week following mother's day in which I forget to get my
mother a present, my TV broke and to finish it, I didn't had a plan for dinner on Thursday. After that week, I learn three things: 1. Always remember to get your mom a present, whether it's valentine's day, mother's day or her birthday. 2. When your TV starts having problems, don't hide it, tell your parents and see what they can do. Finally 3. Always have a plan for dinner within an hour or two of cooking. Without these lessons, my life would be as bad as a tornado.
So, after the Thursday failed dinner, I started thinking of what sort of food to cook next week and I got to think of maybe cooking burgers. I had never cooked a hamburger but I was willing to try. Once I figure out what kinds of things I need for the burgers, I was ready for Thursday night. By Thursday, my mom asked “So, what are you cooking for dinner?” I told her “I'll be cooking h
The Ghosts Of SpectrumThe room was silent outside of a small music box I wound up because I liked theThe Ghosts Of Spectrum3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
song it played. It twinkled and panged, echoing in the small room. The sound was the only sense you could get, but something felt off. Something hiding in the shadows. You could feel the eyes peeling at your flesh. The arms grasp for your ankles. Something was wrong, very wrong here. Why would you even be here?
I had no idea why I was here, and I didn’t know why I was staying. I picked up my laptop and opened the screen. Pressing the button to turn it on, it clicked as it usually did; but nothing happened. I just casually thought that my battery died during the trip. I heard my grandparents two rooms over walk out of the room and into the kitchen. I looked over to see what they were doing.
“The power is out,” my grandfather yelled out to the small shack I was staying in “apparently a transformer busted not too far off.”
Of course, this still didn’t explain why my
NaNoWriMo - Six Word Write a novel! (Abbreviate our name!)NaNoWriMo - Six Word 15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Night TerrorsSo for a long time I've wanted to tell someone about this but I've never really gotten it off my chest. I have horribly disturbing dreams. I don't know why and I hope dreams are no reflection of a person or their subconscious, because if so then I am definitely insane. Not all of my dreams are this way, but the ones that aren't seem to have no meaning at all. They also seem like the dreams of the insane, but in a less dark way. They're just incoherent series of events that I can barely piece together the next day.Night Terrors1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
I'm fortunately never in the bad ones. I watch events unfold as a disembodied perspective, like a fly on the wall. I don't believe this is true of course but they always feel as though I'm somehow watching something horrible happening in the real world in real time through some astral window. This always comes with a feeling of dread, disgust, and a strong sense that I am not supposed to be seeing what I am. The people I'm watching never seem to know that I'm watching. Here a
Jesus is female and love homosexualityJesus is female and love homosexuality1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
Jesus was female and died at age of 32. She sacrifice herself for homosexual and she asked her dad to forgive heterosexual for killing Homosexual.
SKLTPremise: A series set several years after the events of RWBY which focuses on the daughters of Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang set into different story arcs.SKLT1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Topazu Xiao Long
Titan Maw: Liopleurodon Grimm
Shadow Raptors: Velociraptor Grimm
Chiraptor: Bat Grimm
Sobek: Crocodile Grimm (resembles a Deinosuchus)
Draco: Komodo Dragon
Illusionist: Frilled Lizard
Reaper: Praying Mantis
Scorpileo: ManticoreLernea: HydraEaglequine: HippogriffTauren: MinotaurSkyclaw: GryphonTri-Dog: CerberusQuetzal: AmphitereFlame Bat: Wyvern
Wirr ist das Volk! IIEuer Freund, der Ghul, im Bürgergespräch mit einem, der (--> z.B. Kinderfest) "ghut bei der NPD dabei ist."Wirr ist das Volk! II3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Wir fanden beide MAUERN ghut...
Bürger: "Wenn wir wieder eine Mauer hätten, dann könnten auch die ganzen Arbeitslosen an/in der Mauer arbeiten!"
Ghul: "Das wäre dann aber hoffentlich eine modernisierte Mauer, mit Computern und so!"
Bürger: "Ja klar! Und Flüchtlinge mit Mikrochips! Und wenn einer einmal Mist baut, sofort raus!"
Ghul: "Raus, und rein in die Zone?"
Bürger: "Nee, raus aus dem kompletten Territorium!"
Und seitdem frage ich (Ghul) mich: Wozu aber dann überhaupt noch eine Zone machen?
SilasHe stares at the slopes, their bent backs smooth and cold, twinkling under a bright sun that was much too far away. He realized with distant sadness that he no longer loved Morden. He’d loved her once – every peak, every slope, every drift that he had ever climbed as a child. His feelings for the place were meek at best, and he’d grown quite bored. Stagnation left him broody and foul, and even more disagreeable than was normal. But, Ker had a way of bringing out the perpetual child in him, and for a moment he forgets his frustration and incites a game of play. He unfolds the wing closest to her and presses it firmly against her side. All the while his teeth are clasping harmlessly around invisible threads of air around her face.Silas6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Oct 5, 2014Mom picked me up at ten this morning, we went out to eat. I ate little, took home leftovers gave them to the dogs, and threw up. We talked about the show I stage managed recently and how terrible it was. Lines and props forgotten, rehearsals skipped, shoddy set, but everyone that saw it loved it. Might try to do Flaming Idiots soon. Reading Darwin’s The origin of species. Might start volunteering. I need a car. Twenty one pilots is pretty cool.Oct 5, 20142 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Ice Cream Carton - Second PersonThe scooper scoops another scoopful out from you, and you cannot do anything. You can’t cry, you can’t scream. Why, though?Ice Cream Carton - Second Person2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Because you’re nothing but an ice cream carton that holds delicious ice cream, that is why. Ready to be opened, ready to have your innards scooped out, ready to have your carcass thrown in the garbage when there is nothing left. Such a shame that you cannot voice your opinions or pleas.
Because you have no purpose beyond ice cream.
Ice cream is your sole destiny.
You are nothing without ice cream.
Ice cream has your fate set in stone.
The feeling of being kissedI look across the room and he spots me, as if he has been looking for me. Somehow he looks innocent, a kind of good that comes from the inside. In that connection, I cannot feel anyone else in the room. He has new clothes, a new shirt. I touch them. They look like they want to be touched. I feel playful and teasing. And then I realize i feel at home. At this concert, a little oasis has formed around us. If you could see it with your eyes, it would look like a little pocket of golden light. I feel appreciation of such surprising level, verging on a crush. It becomes clear that something seems more special in that touch than anyone else in the room. Although I don't show this on my face, and I'm talking fast. In my book, to give in to love is bad taste. To reveal the cacophony of delight that is happening puts me in danger of losing it all together. So this infatuation is like my secret guest, a third party to my own internal drama.The feeling of being kissed2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Settling into this connection, I almost feel like
Left BehindThere is a saying you hear a lot in the special forces groups.Left Behind2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
We don't leave our dead behind.
For the most part that is true.
There does come a time however when a decision has to be made.
You make it and then live with it.
Simply a decision.
This mission was after a very high value target. A ranking NVA General, personal friend of the Ho Chi Minh, very high up in the party membership.
He was so important, three teams of us were sent in to make sure he would be very dead.
The three teams were dispatched to arrive and set up the shot.
I was in charge of Team Two.
We arrived shortly after dawn when we were contacted by control that Team One made the shot and the mission was now over.
Plain enough to say it was over. In fact it was far from over.
The area was alive with patrols searching in all directions.
We did not hear a reply from Team Three.
My team waited near the top of ridge. Once over we would have clear moving. We would be outside the valley where all the patrols were racing ab
Polaroidgedanke No. 17: Helena und Reh, 12.7.2015Es sind die letzten Menschen, denen ich in die Augen sehe. Brüderchen und Schwesterchen. Er summt „Ich möchte ein Fisch im Wasser sein“ von Nina Hagen. Er hat sich noch nicht in ein Reh verwandelt, wie es noch geschehen könnte bei diesen Rehaugen. Wenn man aus der falschen Quelle trinkt, dann muss jemand da sein, der treu und geduldig auf einen aufpasst. Ich frage mich auch manchmal, warum ich die Menschen in meinem Leben mit Märchengestalten verwechsle, als wäre die Realität ein Buch und der Alltag eine Schlacht, eine ungerechte Welt und ich wartete auf Robin Hood, der die Reichen bestiehlt und den Armen dann zu essen gibt. Seine Schwester sitzt neben ihm, Helena. Ihr Name stammt vom altgriechischen Wort helios, das Wort für Sonnenstrahl und Licht ab. In diesem immer dunkler werdenden Hexengarten mit einem Duft von Bier sitzt sie da und leuchtet uns noch.Polaroidgedanke No. 17: Helena und Reh, 12.7.20152 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
This Is Where I Lie, Chapter 1Chapter 1; This Is Where I Lie.This Is Where I Lie, Chapter 13 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
I lay there, cold and lifeless, no one cared about me, no one loves me. This is how I wanted it to end, with me, myself and I, it would all be over soon.
I don't even know how it got to this point, but it was pointless, all of it. People would drag you down until you reached the bottom of the pit.
This is where I lie, this is where I alway will lie, this is where I end.
I think it started when I was 8, but it all went downhill from there. Around 3 months ago life wasn't really going well- but let's face it, it never really was- and my sister was making sure of that. At my school I was the 'nerd of all nerds' and I hated it, why couldn't they just leave me be? But I deserved it, all of it.
Everyone drove me to think that I was what they said, useless, fat, weird, nerd, gaybo, fag, and the l
Wroodle 59“No! I don’t want to go!” I whined. Even to me my voice sounded pathetic and weak.Wroodle 5922 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
“You’re going,” Rebecca said. “I know you don’t like hospitals, but it will be okay.”
“Alright, this is going to make you really dizzy,” warned Sam. He hefted me up onto his back suddenly. I whimpered as the world spun.
He really was quite strong. It was probably a good thing that he was gay. Distracted thoughts floated through my muddled brain. My whole world was spinning like a top. Going down those stairs only made it worse. I already hated those stairs. I didn’t want to be carried down them. I didn’t want to go to the hospital. I would be okay in a minute if they just gave me more time.
I was offloaded into the passenger’s seat of Mei-chan’s car. The seat was all the way back, which was nice. The spinning eventually stopped