Life's Not Fair"Life's not fair". I've heard that from birth. People always told me that there was nothing I could do to change the hand I'd been dealt. No way for me to change my fate. All my life, I've tried to prove them wrong. To show that I could make my life better. But sometimes it feels like no matter how hard I try, I can never get anywhere new.Life's Not Fair1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Sometimes I feel like I'm just a child, lost in a world I can't understand. I feel like no one cares if I find my way, or if I stumble and fall in the darkness. Sometimes I feel as if an ever looming shadow mocks my steps, following me, just waiting for me to take one fatal turn in the wrong direction. I run and run, faster and faster, until I can't bear to run any further. And yet, it's still there. Always watching, always waiting. Why won't it leave me alone?
I feel it in my skull. That dark shadow, that ever present fear. I feel it gnaw on my soul, boring through m
Buried in WhiteI look out of the window at low-hanging gray clouds presiding over a pre-storm stillness soon to be pushed out by rushes of stiff, icy winds ahead of the white fury coming this way. I swallow hard, a sense of dread I have no reason to carry weighing my thoughts. I am safe at home, even as many are not.Buried in White2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
The birds and squirrels which had been noisily playing in the yards have gone ominously silent now. They sense the atmospheric changes coming, and wisely prepare. They have no need for internet, radio and television alerts, or forecasts and updated snowfall totals - human guesses based upon competing radar systems and meteorologists' best interpretations of the results.
They were born knowing to simply prepare, and hunker down.
When the snowflakes arrive they come all in a rush, the neighboring homes nearly disappearing behind what appears as lace curtains of white. Those broadcast voices implore the listeners to drive carefully, to prepare their shovels and snowblowers, to consid
Mallard at the Pigeon DanceI know where all the one-ways are and that’s a metaphor.Mallard at the Pigeon Dance2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
I can’t tell you I don’t shiver when I walk past the alley by the parking garage lived in by that smiling, toothless guy with the greasy hair and the cold, grey eyes. He winks and makes me move a little faster. Apparently he’s got a penchant for the scrawny, fancy lookers who could fool their own mothers if you put ‘em in some suspenders and caked some black around their eyes.
Pucker up for the pages of some pretty, unspecified magazine.
[Make everybody scream ‘cause they’re so goddamn offended you don’t
know howwant to be in molds. Maybe the cookie cutter used to make you was just a blob of metal.]
I couldn’t give a shit to keep walking past construction holes; past orange cones; past the never-ending, melting pavement giving me a pounding head throb.
I mimic pigeon songs all day and people think I’ve gone insane. I’m just speaking the lan
Mocha Makes Magic.Mocha. A scent never returning to its foreign roots, never not assuming the ties to never let go. It dampens as light makes its peek smacking at the stained glass window, drowning by the time light conquers all in its destined path. The drowning powder dancing its last dance in the golden chalice it once would prosper in. Watch as it swirl and spiral with all its might, making its last final moments absolutely beautiful. Victory sweeps over as the metal stained spoon whisks away all the meaning and care in the entire world. Picking up the prize with a breath and a sip of morning’s glory. Coffee.Mocha Makes Magic.1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Odour of Elder BlossomI used to sit behind her at schoolOdour of Elder Blossom2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
She was pale with a pigtail
I used to count her vertebrae,
Numbered the lines of the darn
In her well-worn dress,
She was thin, undernourished.
She asked me one day
Would I go for walk with her?
Grandma Moran said to say no,
‘She’s far too bold, I tell ye,
I know the Callahan’s.
You’ll be giving her a wide berth now.
Heavens above! You’re no more than twelve.’
But how could I refuse.
By the waterside we wandered
Where the elder blossom hung heavy.
‘Til we came to the weir where we turned
And walked in innocence while she told me
Things she had could tell to no one else.
There was no one else she would trust.
‘Mi dad’s in the army.
Away in the war. Mam’s upset,
‘cause we’ve got no money’.
Ten years later when I met her again
She didn’t know me nor anyone else,
Her eyes, black tarns where only sorrows lived,
Gazed only into an empty pram.
Ah, You mean Lizzie Garret
BreatheInhale.Breathe2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
My legs crisscross together.
My eyelids seal shut.
My fingers intertwine with one another, my arms folding on my thighs.
My breaths heave in my nostrils and flow out from thin lips. And then, I think of nothing.
That is what it means to meditate.
Me getting tickled by 5 friendsSo this all happened when I was just about to turn 15. I was one of 2 girls at a sleepover with six people. We were teens, and didn't have any sexual thoughts towards any of the other people there or anything, but I had a slight crush on the one boy. We'll call him Michael.Me getting tickled by 5 friends2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Anyway, it was our tradition to order pizza, wings, grab some pop and candy from the convenience store, and just lay around friend number 2's house. We'll call him Paul. Paul always had the top floor of his house to himself, so we took full advantage.
To quickly introduce my friends (Skip to next paragraph if you don't care too much), I'll say their name used in this story (not their real ones) and a quick description. First, Michael. He was this super cute kid with brown hair and blue eyes and was always the epicenter of our group. He made the plans, and controlled the other guys, except for one. He came from a moderately rich family, and damn he looked good when we went swimming! Haha. Then there was Paul. Paul wa
I didn't cry when my grandpa died...This happened to me when I was a child... I've told people this story before, but I could never tell them the full story... Which is what I'm finally going to do now, in hopes that I can get some kind of answer for whatever it is that I saw...I didn't cry when my grandpa died...2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Keep in mind, my memory of everything that happened before the funeral or.. that night, is a bit fuzzy so bare with me on that as it might not be entirely accurate. But know that this is simply how I remember it.
It all started when I was 11 years old. Around this time, my grandfather on my mother's side was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and was basically doomed to die within a few weeks... or months, I don't really remember.. It's been such a long time since then, that I don't remember anything else but.. that night.
Anyway, he ended up coming to live with us for quite a long time, and honestly it kinda sucked. Everyone was always in a dark and gloomy mood. My parents, my siblings, even our relatives and family friends who came to visit were
First Bullying Experience: Painful Wedgie****If you don’t care about backstory, skip the text below and begin reading after the solid line.****First Bullying Experience: Painful Wedgie2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Hey guys. I’m going to be sharing many true stories about bullying and humiliation that happened to me in the past. When it first started happening to me, I very much disliked it. However, it ended up being a major turn on for me. Right now I’m 18 years old, a freshman in college, and since I finished high school I’ve had virtually no bullying/humiliation experiences. When I was younger, though, I had quite a few. It’s strange that I gradually started to feel pleasure while simultaneously being hurt and humiliated. I don’t enjoy physical pain that results in long term injuries, though, and I’ve never had that happen to me. I don’t
Politics, politics, politicsBefore I start let me go ahead and apologize first.Politics, politics, politics2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Hey world, I am so sorry this is going on, I send my sincerest apology.
There I feel better.
Fondly I remember the day we got the voting age lowered to 18. I was 19 when we got it but by golly we got it.
HURRAAHHH!!!!! We can finally vote to make a difference...........really that is what we thought.
Now fast forward.
I voted for Nixon......he quit after he got caught with his hand deep in the cookie jar.
It just went downhill from there.
I voted for Reagan......watched him render my father unemployed as a government employee just two months short of twenty years and full retirement.
I seen them all from Spiro Agnew, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, both Bushes, Obama and now the new kids on the block.
I don't know what to say........
I don't like any of them.
Not one has made any sense or moved me in anyway other than turn and gag at the crap they are putting out.
Trump and his trophy family. I can see him now faci
Godzilla War of Legends voice castErica: Claire Danes (San from Princess Mononoke)Godzilla War of Legends voice cast2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Xiang: Johnny Yong Bosch (Ichigo from Bleach)
Maya: Michelle Rodriguez (Liz from IGPX)
Alan: Charlie Hunnam (Raleigh from Pacific Rim)
Elizabeth: Cree Summer (Kida from Atlantis: The Lost Empire)
Ki: Jamie Chung (Gogo Tamago from Big Hero 6)
Akane: Gillian Anderson (Moro from Princess Mononoke)
Tokimitsu: Mark Hamill (Muska from Castle in the Sky)
Sara: Jessie Flower (Toph from Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Douglas: Don Frye (Who else would play Gordon?)
Katagiri: Ron Yuan (Why replace his English dub actor?)
Takai Aso: J.K. Simmons (Tenzin from Legend of Korra)
Ozaki: Yuri Lowenthal (Teenage Ben from Ben 10)
Elias: Grey Griffin and Janice Kawaye (Ami and Yumi from Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi)
King Ghidorah: Benedict Cumberbatch (Smaug from the Hobbit movies)
Kagejotei: Gina Torres (Airachnid from Transformers Prime)
Pohl: Tim Blake Nelson (Leader from the Incredible Hulk 2008)
LifeLife is quite uneventful. Unlike stories there’s no real full circle. There’s no cutoff point that says, ‘this is the overall arc of the lesson learned.’Life2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Life is, instead, one overextended series of nonadventures and blunders. Life for those we deem exciting are quite boring for those that live it. They are calloused, we are calloused, our lives bore us. They are nothing like a story.
Life is anticlimactic. There is no sense of elegance or wonder thrown into the air after a hardship. Life returns to routine, until the moment of exciting as slowed into the steady beats of the norm. Life ends with us in our sleep, on the toilet, in sex (in self-pleasure), in any and all other mundane moments of our life. Sometimes life is even cut off before the story can truly begin.
Life may have a planned adventure ahead, sweeping tales to give us, life-altering moments of thought for us to explore. But before it can even begin, before we can even take pleasure in the coming ex
WonderI wonder about you.Wonder1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
You are fucking toxic. You pulled off the deepest deception I have lived to personally experience. And yet, when I close my eyes, I'm back in the passenger's seat of your bare-bone rental and the feeling is indescribable. I imagine it to be a combination of liberation, love, and finding home in another human being.
Your eyes were as purely magnetizing as the eyes of storms, ocean blue like the hurricanes swirling just behind them. I couldn't look away...and even if I saw you now, I doubt I could. I have been told that "if you look carefully at people's eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away." Your feelings blazed for more than a beautiful moment. After years of distant acquaintanceship, you let me witness a glimpse of just how much you really meant that you'd love to father a girl like me.
I still take pause.
We spoke openly for hours as we always had, but this time wit
Dress This ManHey, so I found this on another website and found it interesting. I figured I'd help him out. I know you guys don't read my statuses or journals so I just posted the whole thing here, give it a look...Dress This Man1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Today at school, a new girl was talking to my girlfriend. I saw them talking anf waved, since I did not want to interupt. That is when all hell broke loose.
Apparantly the new girl thought I waved at her, which caused her to ask my girlfriends who I was because she thought I was cute. Seems pretty harmless, right? Apparantly not.
My girlfriend got super mad. She began to vent to me and I took the new girl's statement as a compliment and I guess I wasn't supposed to. This prompted my girlfriend to ask if I tried to look good for other girls. I joked that I tried to look good for everybody. Wrong answer.
She stormed off and avoided me the rest of the day. When I got home, I recieved a text that suggested we break up. I tried to tell her that she was over-reacting and that I cared for her-
Schizophrenic DisasterStop. Think.Schizophrenic Disaster3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Who are you?
Yes, yes, we are me.
Do you hear that?
You don't but I do.
Do you see him? The man in the racing suit.
Okay. He's gone. I'm crazy. I'm insane. Who will love you?
I will love you.
The voice will love me. Love us.
No, it's just me.
There he is.
You can't escape. See that girl? She's trying to kill you. One thing to do. Run. And you see that woman with the cart? She'll expose us. Run.
Quiet, I hear another one.
It's just me again.
Go to sleep.
Please remember me.
Please remember me.
The time my mom and I had a wedgie tieSo I walked in my moms house about 2 weeks ago hoping to say hi give a wedgie hangout then go. Well when I got there my mom ran to me at the front door she hugged me and kissed me and kept talking about how bored she was since my dad went on a buissnes trip. So I took this casually and settled in for a while. We watched a movie played games and hung out. When the movie was over I got on the floor opened up the cabnets to get the disk when she must have seen my waist band. And now we made it law that in her house if you are female and your waistband is showing you get a wedgie. So she said come here. I said gosh darn it. I asked how she wanted me? She said on my knees , well I was already there so I crawled over and said hurry up. She reaches down grabs my waistband and pulls up really hard. She then looks at my now exposed red lace panties with black frills lining it( I got the idea from a post on deviant art). She said nice as she slowly turns it into a shoulder wedgie. Then I got anThe time my mom and I had a wedgie tie2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
The Descendant's Project - Chapter OneRippled Nebula.The Descendant's Project - Chapter One1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
“Master, please you mustn’t squirm so much.” Said a young male trying to keep the weakened Elemental still. “What MUSTN’T I do?! I’ve been stuck using this ridiculous contraption for almost two decades, I need to make my move while those wretched Lombaxes are distracted!” Said Elfene slouching in his chair as he rested his head against a fist, he sat there impatient and extremely frustrated.
“You know you’re still in no condition to venture outside anyone could attack you, who would lead your people then?” Questioned the young male as he adjusted a few things with the medical device his leader was sitting on. “I need to ask but please don’t torture me for it, why is reclaiming the Elemental so important to you?” Elfene looked over with a silent stare before shifting his gaze away. “I wanted the Elementals to remain pure and to never mix with the likes of those mortals, it makes me sick.&
The Burning Sea I carried the Sun in a little bag, the kind you keep marbles in. I used it to make a daguerreotype, to singe our souls into the copper that gave them birth, long ago when my reality was their dream. Time moves as light, not in straight lines but bends, reflections, waves, and occasionally bursts. Bursts that help women and children fit their shoes. Bursts that cripple nations.The Burning Sea1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
How I long to cascade upon the feet of God, a shoe-fitting fluorscope for the modern age. To descend upon the world like a great wave and take away all drought, all doubt, to stand as I am able among those that would see the light. To level a city, to spread cancer and leave a wake of burning nothingness and char their miserable lives down all the way from their heads to their Buster Brown shoes.
And the cycle goes on and on, eternal like the setting sun, usurped by the light into which the dead pass. The fluorescent lights in a hospital. The fluoroscopic shoe-fitter. The
DestinyThe staggering looking child looked down at me. His pale eyes were shinning a chocolate fudge of authenticity.Destiny1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Accessible of his ignorance and diligence, he proclaimed to understand it all. Though knowing and not knowing, it was all about trial and error for him. He had a colorful sense of happiness at every angel and knew it was destiny to become whatever he wanted.
JHE Rants #1: BreadwinnersINCOMING RANT in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... WELCOME TO JHE RANTS. Tonight's rant is about this retarded ass TV show on Nickelodeon which is the retarded-ass Breadwinners. More like "Breadfaggots".....JHE Rants #1: Breadwinners3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
So why is this show so retarded you guys ask me? It's because of how stupid the characters are, the butt cracks shown, the farting, and the annoying ass theme song. Seriously, I saw nothing but negative reviews about this show and I agree with all of them! I hope Nickelodeon cancels that stupid-ass show! And to end this all... BREADWINNERS IS F*CKING RETARDED AND DAMN STUPID!!!!!!!