Chronicles + MemoriesA chronicle is a historical account of events arranged in order of time usually without analysis or interpretation. It can be a talisman to aid in remembering those times. It's a voice to speak in the brief moments of silence that exists between the past and the present, saying, "I was there and this is what I've done." The memory of the moment just gone by may not last, but this record will. Memories often sweeten with time, but they can lose their clarity as well. Our chronicle guarantees a taste of this sweetness for all of the tomorrows that lie ahead.Chronicles + Memories1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sharing memories is a particular ability we as a species practice. Whether it be fond memories, just an okay event, or even terribly forgetful times, we remember them together. We recall expressions that stood out, feelings that overwhelmed us, and reactions that were to die for. Sharing those memories is something that we do for each other. "Remember when...?" is a guaranteed conversation-starter and the first step on a trip down
The Magic Bra : Chapter 2 - A TG StoryThe Magic Bra : Chapter 2 - A TG Story1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After a long nap, Jeremy finally woke up. He couldn't remember what had happened the night before, the last thing he remembered was that he wanted to try out his new clothes before he went to bed. He was laying on his bed as he tried to recollect his thoughts, and eventually he rose up whilst still sitting on the bed. Jeremy immediately noticed the long strands of dark brown hair that covered his vision, which shocked him. He brushed them off with his fingers, which he noticed were very small and dainty compared to usual. He then remembered the whole bra ordeal, and quickly rose off from bed in search of a mirror. He ran from his bedroom to the bathroom, and all the while he felt extremely weird but didn't dare to look down. He opened the bathroom door and looked at the huge wall mirror. He obviously expected something to be different, but what he saw made his heart race.
It wasn't his reflection in the mirror, It wasn't the masculine French man Jeremy, but rather it was the
Mannequin's revengeMannequin's revenge1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One morning, a flea market was organized in a street in Ponyville. A pegasus named Cyniquote lived on that street. He looked out and saw a lot of salesponies and random items. He said:"Boy, if I liked sleeping, I'd be so ticked off... Wait, why is my own imagination annoying me?" Suddenly, a bat pony mare named Air Travel flew in front of his window. She said:"Good morining, Cyniquote!" and kissed him. He thought:"Even with fangs, it still feels good." and replied:"Good morning, cutie, what are you doing here? It's 10 o'clock, shouldn't you be in Canterlot and sleeping? We didn't organize a date."
"Heh, I though you would be happier to see me. I'm here for the flea market, you can join me if you want to."
"Okay, there could be some good stuff there."
The two ponies walked through the flea market and talked to one of the salesponies. Cyniquote said:" A cat carrier? But I don't even have a cat."
The salespony said:"You look like a pony who would get a
Lymph, Chapter One: Ultrasound."Come on, we'll miss the bus", Mum called from the living room, draining her green tea.Lymph, Chapter One: Ultrasound.1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Alright, alright" I said.
I pulled on a t shirt from my drawer and changed from my pyjama trousers to my chinos. I checked I had my train pass, my keys and chewing gum. I needed gum for my mouth. I then did up my Granddad's belt, forcing the link through the loop my Nan and I had poked through it when I'd borrowed it last. I was best man at my best friend's wedding that day. I'd not worn it for a while. But, now, I'd wear it whenever I went out; I'd worn it every day I went out since January. Ancestral protection. A symbol of enduring love beyond the grave.
It was a warm day in June. The 12th. I'd been 26 for 2 months.
I was with my Mum, and it was the last workday I would be off sick for a long while. We were going to the temple.
We walked to the bus stop; it was really nice out, too early for mosquitoes to bother me (they always love my blood), but warm enough for me to not fret too hard about fo
Tips for creating OCs with superpowers1. Always explain the origin of the power, no matter how fantastical or humoristic the story is. You can get inspiration from news or historical events, the more realistic, the better. People are not uncommon because.Tips for creating OCs with superpowers1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Technological devices (Ben 10′s clockwork, Iron Man’s suit...)Mutations (Spiderman after getting bitten by a genetically modified spider, Dr. Manhattan because of radiation...)Genetics (genetic mutations suffered by the X-Men, the extraordinary abilities common among the inhabitants of Krypton, the magical condition of wizards from Harry Potter...)Magical instruments (Akko-chan’s mirror, the magic wand of Cinderella’s godmother, the Shen Gong Wu artifacts...)Mythology and religion (the ability of Dr. Facilier to summon demons and produce visions, Bruce Nolan being God for some time)
2. A great part of the development of the character will be based on their
Um dia em que eu peguei a CPTMPara nós, que pegamos mais metrô que gripe, uma metáfora bem irônica que atenua o estresse intrínseco ao transporte no horário de pico é comparar o metrô com um coração de mãe. Um lugar acolhedor. De compreensão, humanidade, ternura...exatamente o que se encontra na linha vermelha, às 18h. Isso é uma experiência que vem de certo tempo. Todavia, mudei minha opinião sobre isso hoje de manhã, quando peguei a CPTM. Em um período de aproximadamente 40 minutos, fiz constatações curiosas e tristes.Um dia em que eu peguei a CPTM1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Em primeiro lugar, a CPTM possui mais ares de coração de mãe do que o Metrô. É risível a quantidade de pessoas que atrai, além do esforço que o próprio esforço que o trem dispende para que mais pessoas embarquem. As portas dos trens primeiro se elevam em relação a parede do trem, e aí abrem-se para os lados. O contrário acontece no
Lighthouse ~*140 words*~I once shone so brightly, standing on the coast. I once stood against the storm to guide good sailors home. I once stood in sun and rain, through storms and worse. I once stood proudly against the blue sky, against the stars and the moon; yes once I stood, but now I crumble as time marches on. I stand in ruin my bravery long forgotten. The storm still roll but they take their toll now, just as the sailors sail but no longer need my light. I once shone so brightly, but now I lie in ruins forgotten against the blue sky and the night sky, sinking evermore as the storms roll in and winter winds howls. Soon nothing will remain, but for those who sailed while my light shone bright, their lives I saved once upon a stormy night.Lighthouse ~*140 words*~1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My WTF experienceLast week I saw this giant, thin, spider limbed creature at the edge of the woods. I glanced away for less than a second and it was gone. I know I wasn't seeing things, but at the same time, but at the same time I don't want it to be real.My WTF experience1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The next day when I was taking a shower, something else creepy happened. When I got out, written on the fogged up mirror was 'help me'. It couldn't have been my brother pulling a prank because the door was locked. Because of this, I was really freaked out.
March MadnessMarch Madness2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
By Hiatt Werling
The NCAA Basketball Tournament is played every March. A big part of the tournament’s charm is that, ever since 1985, sixty-four teams get in, meaning traditional basketball juggernauts like North Carolina and Syracuse and Kansas are pitted against smaller schools like Delaware, Mercer, and Louisiana-Lafayette. The field of sixty-four is organized into four groups of sixteen, and the selection committee gives each team a seed. A seed is a number, from 1 to 16, ranking your team’s perceived talent and strength. 1-seeds are the best, 16-seeds are the worst. Within each quadrant, the highest seed plays the lowest seed, second highest plays second lowest, et cetera. 1 plays 16, 2 plays 15, 3 plays 14, 4 plays 13, and so on. Most of the time, these David vs. Goliath games go in Goliath’s favor, as you would expect. But every tournament, you can count on at least one upset. An “upset,” in sports parlance, is when a team everyone exp
Albuquerque AlphabetAlbuquerque Alphabet2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
By Hiatt Werling
Founded in 1706, Albuquerque is the largest city in the state of New Mexico. It was founded by Spanish settlers, and became a farming community sustained by the Rio Grande, a river that runs through the city from north to south. In 1880, the railroad reached Albuquerque, which opened up a wider range of business opportunities for the town. In 1912, Albuquerque became an American city when New Mexico was admitted to the US as the 47th state in the union. In 1926, Route 66 first carved its path through the city, and a whole generation of automotive travelers got to see Albuquerque for the first time. Today, Albuquerque is the fifty-ninth biggest metropolitan area in the country.
Breaking Bad was a critically acclaimed TV show that ran from 2008 to 2013. The series chronicled two years in the life of Walter White, a high school chemistry teacher who is
Super Question MachineSuper Question Machine2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Super Question Machine
By Hiatt Werling
When I was in sixth grade, I discovered a cartoon on the internet called Homestar Runner. Sixth grade is the time when kids become aware of the fact that they’re growing up, and they become eager to find a clear way to identify themselves. Some kids become goths, or skaters, or jocks, or stoners. I chose Homestar Runner. Every Monday, I looked forward to seeing the newest three to five minute installment, featuring that cast of twelve brightly-colored, angular characters I would come to know so well. I bought Homestar Runner t-shirts online and wore them proudly, feeling like I was in on something of which the public was largely unaware, feeling like I was part of some subversive club.
Homestar Runner was made by a pair of brothers who were able to live off of the sale of t-shirts and DVDs and bumper stickers based on the cartoon. To the middle school version of myself, that seemed like the coolest thing in the world. For that brief window
Immediately Following the New Mexico Lobos' DefeatImmediately Following the New Mexico Lobos' Defeat2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Immediately Following the New Mexico Lobos’ Defeat in the 2013 NCAA Tournament at the Hands of 14th Seeded Harvard
By Hiatt Werling
We in Albuquerque like to think that we have a proud college basketball tradition. Albuquerque’s never been quite populous enough to be worthy of a professional sports team, so we have to be proud of our college sports fandom to compensate. The University of New Mexico’s sports teams are called the Lobos. That’s Spanish for ‘wolves.’ There are many people in Albuquerque who will tell you that we have one of the best fanbases in college basketball. We’re loud and we travel well. The Lobos have what we like to think is one of the best home stadiums in the country. It’s called The Pit. Oregon also calls their stadium The Pit, and we therefore hate Oregon. Oregon is a 12-seed in this year’s tournament. They won their game earlier today against Oklahoma State. The Pit was home to the 1983 championship ga
Football Season is OverFootball Season is Over2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Football Season is Over
By Hiatt Werling
Week One – Double Negative
On the first Sunday of the 2012 NFL season, I'm in Nevada. My Land Art class and I are on a field trip. The class consists only of Kerry, the teacher, and five students, including me. We had just finished winding our way through Utah, and now we're in the Nevada desert, about sixty miles north of Las Vegas. Our white Prescott College van is driving towards a land art piece called Double Negative; two huge trenches dug into the earth on either side of a canyon.
The Pittsburgh Steelers are set to play their first game of the season tonight in Denver against the Broncos and their new quarterback Peyton Manning. My class had discussed whether or not we should camp out tonight or stay at a hotel in Vegas. I hope we'll stay at a hotel so I can watch the end of the game, assuming we make it in time. Throughout the day my thoughts keep drifting back to the game. I'm giddy with the excitement of a new season, fille
Eight Memories of my DadEight Memories of my Dad2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Eight Memories of my Dad
By Hiatt Werling
1. In February of 2008, two and a half years before my dad died of cancer, we watched Super Bowl XLII together. Football was always important to my dad and I. My mom enjoyed it too, but to a lesser extent. She changed favorite teams every five or ten years to suit her changing taste in franchises, but my dad and I were anchored to our favorite teams. Him to the Cowboys, and me to the Steelers. We lived and died for our teams. I imagine it was always a small disappointment to my dad that I became a Steelers fan. Me shunning his favorite team must have been like a devout Christian father raising an atheist son. And because there was that divide between us, football was never quite as strong a bonding tool for us as it could have been. We both followed the sport with a fanatical fervor, but we always had different interests when it came to each game.
But not on the day of Super Bowl XLII. This Super Bowl was between the Patriots and the Gia
Gravel roadMe, my mother, and my older sister were driving over a gravel road in the middle of the night. We were deep in the country, and there was not a single light, save for the head lights of my mother’s mini-van. There were tall, bare trees to either side of the vehicle that my mother drove. The radio was off, only serving to make the atmosphere more horrifying.Gravel road2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I continually shook my sister from behind, as she was in the front seat, and begged her to roll up her open window. She simply laughed at my before sticking her hand out of the window. “Are you afraid that slenderman ’s going to get you?” She mocked.
I nodded slightly. “Something’s going to run into the van, I just know it.” I glanced out the window, searching the trees for any living-or should I say moving- creatures. I gasped quietly before slapping my hands over my mouth. I could swear I saw something moving at the edge of the light.
My sister glanced beh
Blind - MonologueSometimes I ask myself if anything would have gone another way, if I would've been less blind.Blind - Monologue2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You know, if I just could have listened more carefully.
Without all the things that blinded me.
Today I was rummaging through my shelves and found a album full of picture from the past.
I don't know exactly when they were taken.
But I can remember what we did and every single face and name.
These were wondeful times.
Nowadays I miss it, the freedom, feeling alive and that you didn't have to care about anything.
Something inside me didn't want to open it.
All these little parts of memories.
The pictures that drew my interest on them were the ones from school.
Rembering the girls that I loved and never tried to talk to, because I was shy.
I was so in love with one of my classmates that I couldn't even look her in the eyes.
But when my best friend made his move on her and they became a couple, I was angry.
He knew how I felt, but he didn't even care.
The outcome was rather interesting, because h
Pacific Rim: Dawn of Godzilla Jaegers and KaijuKaiju:Pacific Rim: Dawn of Godzilla Jaegers and Kaiju2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Malevolence: Category 5
Hayabusa: Category 4
Kraken: Category 5
Fulcrum: Category 4
Invidia: Category 4
Dengue: Category 3
Pharaoh: Category 4
Tortuga: Category 3
Tengu: Category 3
Berserker: Category 5
Tsunami Redemption: Mark IV
Katana Echo: Mark IV
Jet Jaguar: Mark IV
Mountain Fury: Mark II
Hurricane Blitz: Mark III
Acid Geisha: Mark III
Echo Saber: Mark II
Tacit Ronin: Mark III
Coyote Tango: Mark IV
Kiryu: Mark V-E
Making An Ass Of YourselfMaking An Ass Of YourselfMaking An Ass Of Yourself2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes teenagers can be rude, ill mannered, cheeky and don’t follow parents advice or rules.
Danielle Harper was a teenager who never cared about the rules or much really, she always tried bunking school succeeding on many fronts and she never listened to her mother.
It was mid week and Danielle had bunked off school and returned home to get changed into a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a simple low cut white t-shirt and a low cut pink jumper along with a pair of white trainers. Danielle smiled to herself as she left her house and headed up to the far end of the village she lived in with her mother.
Danielle waved as she saw her friends sitting on the wall by the community centre, beer cans littered the floor as Danielle grabbed a half drunk beer from her mate. As the sun shone from behind the clouds, Danielle and her friends laughed and joked whilst smoking and drinking until Danielle decided she wanted some food.
One of Danielle’s bes
The Ghost from the ClosetThis is a story bout my buddy Mistgod :iconmistgod: and his childhood ghost from the closet. It is a true story. This story illustrates the double edged sword of a powerful imagination.The Ghost from the Closet2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As a child Davie (Mistgod) would have trouble sleeping, just as he does as an adult. His dreams were extremely vivid and colorful and often the dreams continued for a while even after he awakened. It was terrifying to a seven year old. One of those waking nightmares was the ghost in the bedroom closet.
For a while, each night he would hear shuffling noises coming from the closet. He would cry and scream, waking his brothers up and his parents. They would tell him it was only a dream or his imagination. Eventually they tired so much of this they quit consoling him and just ignored him. So he suffered in terrified silence. Something was definitely moving in that closet!
He would fall asleep and dream bout it. In t