Superstition - IntroI am unsure why I have decided to do this.Superstition - Intro2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I think it's because I do not wish to forget the things that happened back then,
most of what was said and, most of all, every feeling that came with it.
The things I did not know I could feel, emotions I had no name for.
Because I have learned that what most people claim what love is, is fragile.
Because, like her , I refused to believe that suffering had anything to do with it.
It was the first time I felt like such claims were never wrong, they were my own truth.
Perhaps it is a way to compact all this given love just for the sake of it.
Because it would be worth it. To serve as a reminder that this life
is so much more magnificent than people would have made me believe.
Most likely as a final, quiet "thank you" to the soul that saved my life.
I don't really know where to start, the beginning is not at all that unique;
I suppose it would be a story about a weird, misunderstood kid of average intelligence,
a highly developed imaginat
Spring challenge day1 part2Day 1 part 2Spring challenge day1 part22 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Maybe my mid-day one should be my lone rp.Ok!Reverse pokemon!"'Stupid humans always hoarding gold!'Piplup said.'Look!A falling metal!'Pikachu informed us.We all went over and picked it up.'Oh!We have one already!'I said.We took it to the hoard.We set it next to the other one."My mom interupted me.
I put the phone down and picked up oshewott."Mom!It makes no sense.I can twist his whole are around!"I said twisting his arm around. "That's why it's a toy."She said.She walked to my sister's room."What?"My sister asked my mom repeatably."What?What what what?"My mom said.She then left."Maybe I should write that down."I thought picking up my phone."My cat walked in while I was writing this.
Back to the rp."They spent a while looking for legendary cards.'Found one!' Oshewott called.It was a spotted hyena.Its hight (in) was 47,whieght (lb) was 121,length(in) was 39,speed(mph) was 15,and killer rating(1-10) was 6.We put it on cardboard mountain(a box)"That was whe
Uh-ohWet and full was the only way to describe it. We had gotten too distracted, and it was understandable. We didn’t go out to eat that often and you weren’t completely on the big kid wagon yet. You did know you had to go, just a little too late. It had already happened. But that’s what pull ups are for. They’re there for your mistakes. They’re there for you to learn. And they're there for you to grow.Uh-oh2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So we packed you in the car, drove across the parking lot to the nearest store with a family bathroom. I grabbed your big-kid back-pack filled with pull ups and wipes. You took my finger and we walked to the store.
We were nearly there. Just a little bit to go. You smiled and waved to people as the drove or walked by, even said 'hi' to a large group of older folks. And then you said it. Words that made my heart sink for just a second.
“What uh-oh?” I asked looking over at you quickly. It wasn’t a hard ‘uh-oh’ to
Challenge day1 part1Day 1 part 1Challenge day1 part12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Is mom at work?"I thought while dreaming."She must be gone!"My dream changed."Ok,just 1 more minute."I woke up and checked to see if she was there.I turned on the lights.I put my phone on the charger.I went to the living room.I wondered what to do now that I am waiting to get on the phone.I turned on the TV.It was on Disney."TURN IT OFF!"I thought.I changed it to Cartoon Network.It was pokemon X and Y.When it came off of commercial, Ash was looking for pekachu."This is where I left off!"I thought."perfect angle."I joked when Ash was ducking trying to get his pokemon out of confusion.The camera was behind him."That Pokemon is resistant."I thought when that Pokemon they were protecting protected them by taking on two attacks and directly after it took on a third.After that was over,Teen Tintans Go came on."Why did they not notice that the party went on FOR EIGHT MONTHS?!"I wondered."I would have at least looked up."I said when Robin was digging out."They are st
intracommunity issuesI think that aromantic and asexual people dig our own graves too often.intracommunity issues3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Aros/aces take the acronym lgbta, where A has literally meant Allies, and claim that aros and aces were always "supposed" to be in that A, and that defining it as Allies is always arophobic/acephobic.
Aros/aces take spaces that have meant to center upon homophobia and transphobia for sexual deviancy, and insist that all aros and aces, for experiencing a lack of something, are entitled to every single one of those spaces.
Aros/aces define queer as general deviancy and then get upset when people explain that it's a slur and so only some people get to reclaim it.
Aros/aces refer to the lgbtqia+ community as the queer community. A slur. A slur that should never be applied to the whole community; a slur that is not a prerequisite to being lgbt+; a slur that is not a measure of non-cisheteronormativity. And then they accuse lgbt people (bonus points if the lgbt person hasn't reclaimed queer) that they're saying aros/aces
Internet Encounter (Zarah)Internet Encounter (Zarah)3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was talking to a girl on OkCupid five or six days ago. An anatomy student. Four foot eleven. Pink hair. Pretty. Curvy. Only about 7 messages each exchanged. Numbers given. She seemed sort of cold and scientific, but my profile amused her and she seemed keen.
Said she was an Islamic convert, but is now some kind of activist slut. Talks about wanting a non-monogamous relationship and to experiment pussywise.
Days pass of me finishing my assignments. Stressful. The night finally arrives and I have no idea what to expect. No real enthusiasm on my part by that point. We were scheduled to meet at 6 at the Nether inn. She said she'd arrive early, but was late, so I thought I'd been stood up.
I neck the fuck out of drinks with my Mum's money. She finally arrives. I ask her what she wants to drink, she says a coke. We stand in silence for minutes till the coke arrives.
Back at the table I ask her questions based on what she says on her profile and our brief convos. I make her laugh, but soon
I Visited A Mosque A Thursday night; my friend and I had just gotten back after a disappointing night. We had planned to go see a play, but we were late so they didn’t let us in. On our way back, we decided to stop by a nearby mosque, since he had missed one of his daily prayers in order attend the play, he wanted to make up for it. I decided to tag along; I had my DSLR on me, so I figured I might get some good shots there.I Visited A Mosque3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Upon entering, one of the first things I noticed was just how friendly everyone was. While taking off my shoes at the entrance (they don’t allow shoes in the worship area), we were quickly greeted by a complete stranger, a bearded man in his 40s or 50s, in fact – at first I thought my friend was already acquainted the guy based on how they greeted each other. The stranger turned back to me and ask if I was new. I put on a shy smile and told him it was my first time ever being at a mo
Not as easy as you make itNot as easy as you make it4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One afternoon in Ponyville, a stallion and a mare were sitting on a bench looking at the Ponyville map. The stallion was a unicorn named Caution and the mare was a white pegasus with a black mane and glasses called Tease Talk.
Tease Talk said:"It's been 20 minutes and we still didn't decide where to eat next weekend. I'm getting kinda bored."
Caution pointed at one of the restaraunts and said:"We're certainly not going THERE. I don't wanna get attacked by changelings again. Creepy irisless, fanged bug ponies!"
"Heh, fine. At least we reduced the selection."
"Maybe we can reduce it more... Do you have any allergies?"
"Well if a dog restaraunt ever opens up, we sure won't go there."
Caution got a bit nauseous:"Uuugh, I need a moment."
"C'mon, was the joke really that gross?"
Tease Talk hugged him, gave him a few second-long smooch on the mouth and asked:"Feeling better now?"
"Heh, best medicine I've ever had."
Meanwhile, not far from the couple, two stallions were walking down t
Dancing with ButterfliesShe was dancing with butterflies in a disorienting world. A chaotic expanse of a mind barely absent sent her soaring into the stars, unaware of the desolation left in an ongoing rampage. Reality was an illusion; a long forgotten memory and an old friend lost in the passing of time. Her grasp on sanity was a laughable hallucination; a deception of grandiose ideas and irrational behaviors from a reason abandoned. To her, everything was wonderful and magical, dancing amongst the butterflies of true madness.Dancing with Butterflies4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Thoughts on a walk around town After being trapped in my apartment exile by snow and cold for a good amount of time, I go for a wander around the town in which I reside. As I often do on these sort of excursions, I start by heading east along the main road… I don’t know why I tend this way, and I should probably give that some thought at some point. I pass the makeup shop, my neighbors’ chief rival pizza shop, and the diet center that I have never seen anyone enter or leave, once more noting the irony of it’s location so close to a pizza shop and positing to it’s imminent demise. Here I reach my first obstacle, a lake of watery slush deep enough to completely engulf my shoes, spanning the breadth of one of the boutique stores that lay empty and dormant during the winter months while the proprietors are down in Florida or other such warmer climes. I know from past experience that my jumping ability leaves much to be desired, so leaping over said puddle is out. The outeThoughts on a walk around town4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Red Vest? Blue Vest? (3rd Version) (Dec 13,2014)I can't really remember how many time's I've recited this story by now, but I believe this is the third time I've written it on paper. Over the years due to many events, my brain has became rather sketchy on details.Red Vest? Blue Vest? (3rd Version) (Dec 13,2014)4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Birthdays, experiences, firsts, and all the like are just faded visions I can't quite touch anymore. It's like watching your life loose it's beginning, while knowing the end is also no where in sight. There's a few things I'll hold onto though, for my own sick pleasures. There's something about being scared that makes me feel alive.
I guess this story actually has a lot to do with it. I was a gradeschooler, somewhere between first and fourth grade. I went to a simple elementary school, full of curios and cruel kids alike. Bullying and 'bad teachers' were more then just common, and creating a perfect breeding ground for ghost stories and the like to scare the youth.
The one spot that always seemed to be the point of the stories was the girls bathrooms, not a single girl dar
First time with MadisonI was 18, having just moved into the dorm I still live in now, in my first year of college. Most of my high school friends had gone to other places, moved out of the city completely or just went right to work (which was totally fine, no judgement here). I had a few distant friends, but I was generally alone. I was fine with it though, I was always kind of an introvert in high school.First time with Madison5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Anyway, I start seeing this goth girl in multiple classes of mine. She looked friendly enough, when you got past the all-black intimidation get-ups. In my calculus 1 class, I sat next to her one day. She sat all the way in the back, on her laptop, every class. She got A's on the exams, too! I did well enough, but I had to study my butt off and take a bunch of notes to do so. I disguised my interest in befriending her by asking for tutoring in the class. Initially, she used some very colorful language which replaced a simple 'No.' I was determined, I wanted at least one reliable friend in this institution o
One Direction- Not A Fangirl RambleThis is more a rant than anything and it's going to be about One Direction. I don't even like One Direction.One Direction- Not A Fangirl Ramble5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Anyway, practically the whole world recieved the news that Zayn was leaving the band.
I can't be the only one who isn't affected by this.
But that's beside the point.
My only question is why are people hurting and killing themselves over this? Why would you physically harm yourself over him? I hope I don't sound insensitive and whatnot, but it doesn't make sense.
Maybe it's because I'm not a fan. I don't know. But what I do is know is that it's not good to hurt or kill yourself over this.
Yeah I'd be sad if one of my favorite band members left, but I wouldn't be cutting or killing myself.
There are other ways in dealing with this. Listen to their music. Eat some chocolate. Read some fanfics.
Please don't cut or kill yourself.
Raukeina oltiin kai..."Klamath Falls", lausui konduktööri uneliain äänin seitsemän maissa. Raikasta ilmaa kaivaten vedin verhot pois ikkunastani. Katsoin oikealleni itään ja äkkiä tiesin, ettei tätä huomenta mihinkään unohtuisi - vihervalkoisen korven kuuset ja tammet päästelemässä vuorotellen irti horisonttia kohti, vuorten taa karkaavia hämärän autereita; yhä piilevä päivä aloittamassa maanantaiaamutyövuoronsa sytyttämällä huipuilla makailevat pilvet ruusuisen vaaleanpunaisiksi kuin tuoreet metsämansikat kermavaahdon. Aamun vastaheränneet usvat rajattoman mäntymeren tuoksuineen tahtoivat junan sisään, minä ulos näiden luo lähestyessämme meitä odottelevia matkustajia vähitellen hidastaen vauhtiamme. Istuttuani yhtään liikkumatta jo viitisen tuntia putkeen - tai kymppisen, en ollut jaksanutkaan laskea - enRaukeina oltiin kai...6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hearsay From a Runaway -- Writing Challenge Entry Local news says young teenager Wake White has run away from home… Or at least thats what I expect to see the next time I tramp into the next town. I don’t care though. For now I lay in the middle of the field hidden from the rest of humanity’s crushing grip so I can think and plan a new fate. I ran away from home to escape the worst way of life, living without living. At my home I was trapped. Between school and other areas of life I had no time to live, despite still having a pulse. I mean.. what is the point of living without being able to explore life. It’s nothing. I can’t shoot for the moon when the rocket has no fuel. With a chance by running away I know even if I miss the moon, I’ll land among the stars, and that’s worthy enough to live by.Hearsay From a Runaway -- Writing Challenge Entry1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Grillin' TimeIt is a sunny summer day and it is grillin’ time. The humans all outside, sipping their refreshing pink lemonade. A zephyr cools their sweaty brows. As the sweltering sun beats down on the patio, a lone dog sits patiently awaiting scraps from the grill. She pleads with big brown eyes; she quietly whimpers from her starvation. Her tail wags ever so slowly to the sway of the impatient human. She squirms until she can no longer take it. She can smell the tantalizing steak cooking above the hot coal. She can hear that fat sizzle from the flipping steak. Saliva drips and coats her beard. She hopes the human will take pity on her and toss her a tid-bit of that succulent steak. Finally the human throws a bite of that steak into her watering mouth. She devours it with her razor sharp canines. The flavor intoxicates her, but it is not enough. She desires more!Grillin' Time1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Can you see it?There are many different kinds of beauty. There is the beauty of the arts and the beauty of creation. There is the beauty of miracles and the beauty of friendship. There is the beauty of light and the beauty of darkness, but none of this matters if we refuse to see. If you can marvel at the beauty in the world around you, then you will find the beauty within. The eyes are windows through which we see and are seen. Why then defile the most beautiful of souls with hatred? I can think of nothing uglier.Can you see it?1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This