TG Child SwapTG Child Swap1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
It was an early morning weekend as Josh (23) was driving over to his aunt and uncles house. Jobless at the moment, he was asked if he could watch there daughter as well as his cousin Kendra (9). His aunt and uncle were heading out for there anniversary weekend and needed a sitter for Kendra. The odd thing was that she requested Josh specifically instead of the usual sitter they had, no it was either her cousin Josh or they can't go apparently. Deciding that he could use the money Josh thought what's the worse that could happen.
On the drive there, Josh couldn't help but think of where his life was now. Just fresh out college and two years later still could not find steady work. "Sometime I wish I could go start my life and make it different." He moaned to himself as he pulled into his aunt and uncles driveway.
Knocking on the front door and there was lil Kendra to greet her older cousin. "Uncle Josh, your defiantly the one I wanted!" She said as she hugged him. "Okay kiddo, it's good t
Halloween TicklingI went out every night of Halloween weekend (as college students tend to do) with a different costume each night. On Saturday I was dressed as a fairy with a costume I had put together myself. I wore a lacy pink short-sleeve cropped top with a short sparkly multicolored skirt, light pink nylons, flats, and a pair of glittery silver wings I found at a crafts shop. I put on some sparkly, colorful makeup and straightened my long dark brown hair and looked in the mirror, feeling very satisfied with my costume. I poked my belly a little- it was soft and kind of pudgy and it stuck out a bit- I felt self-conscious of my belly because I didn’t usually like showing it off but my costume was too cute for me to change, and I knew that once I was at the party I would be having too much fun to care.Halloween Tickling3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Once I was finished getting ready I walked to the party with my roommates Stacy and Caroline. The party was at our friend’s frat house, and there were a ton of people there all in great cost
cavusI decided at the age of twelve that I was going to be a mansion that housed every Romanoff and refugee to scramble through my impressive black gates. I would help tidy, and cook, and we would all live together, an outcast family.cavus3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
My hallways are large. There are shadows within shadows, and sometimes I walk into rooms I’d locked for the memories; her trunk is still by the door. I let myself hope she will return for it.
I can’t clean out all these closets by myself. I cry, frustration bubbling in my shakey hands, but when the groups show up to try and help, I wail for the cobwebs they sweep away. My mind chases after them on drunken strands, because that’s the only place I can feel corruption as love.
I am an eclipse, a nonsensical meeting of dark and light, and I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fi—
I’m not fine, not fine, not—
It’s six a.m. I make the beds. I close the closets, and I ascend the staircase at the doorbe
Ice Bucket Pantsing I actually just remembered this story from talking with a cousin of mine. It was during last summer, when everyone was doing the ALC bucket challenge. Well my cousin was telling me that they were doing it. It was her, her friend on her younger sister and brother, her boyfriend and his sister and my cousin’s little sister. Well everything was going fine, everyone challenging others and lots of shirking of course. My cousin’s sister, Maggie, went last. She wanted a bigger bucket then the rest and against my cousin’s advice, didn’t wear a swimsuit. She instead decided to wear a tshirt and gym shorts. So we they go the camera set up and she challenged her entire 6th grade class and said she would all show them this tomorrow and hoped no one would chicken out. So, my cousin and her boyfriend got this huge tub of water and then dumped over her.Ice Bucket Pantsing 3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
She let out a lo
Forest SanctuaryTrees rustle fervently in the crisp autumn breeze like a symphony. WhileForest Sanctuary1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
oak leaves crunch beneath my boots in an oddly soothing rhythm. All in
harmony with the subtle yet profound silence one can only discover alone
in the woods.
Some would refer to such a solitude as "lonesome", or possibly even "purposeless",
but not I. On the contrary, I often find myself craving this tranquil retreat
from the strife and bustle of ordinary life. On a regular basis, I find myself
overwhelmed by the simple troubles of this world. I believe it's enough to
drive the most resilient person to the brink of insanity.
This small, desolate patch of woods has been my humble sanctuary. Some seek solace
in a church, with it's vibrant stained glass windows and wooden pews. But I've come
to the quaint realization that I have heard the voice of my Lord more frequently,
and intelligibly out here in His grand creation. And it is here I seek refuge
Clothed in my thin grey jacket like a cotton cocoon, I lay
Of Marines and Fires: Summer NapThe week had been a long one. Calls coming in at a vicious rate no thanks to the drought conditions that had struck the area. So far he and the firefighters he worked with had been called to four house fires, a car fire, and six wearhouse fires. All--save the car-- started on the outside by dry brush ingiting. And all in a seeming consecutive pattern that was running the station ragged.Of Marines and Fires: Summer Nap2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Sleep was nearly little to none, with most cat napping when able to, either between breaks in fighting fires, or between calls. It was a surprise that no one had been hurt with the lack of full attention being given.
The station now sat in a lull, a much needed break before the next call that would call them out again. Mario was sound asleep at his desk, with most of the others napping in various areas. It was a break they needed. It was only a few hours later when Atticus found the older man and rousted him with a question.
“ave you seen Derik? I canna find ‘im.” Mario yawned, then bl
Tickling my Friend JoshI was hanging out with my friend Josh, he's 14 years old and wears a size 6 shoe. He always wore sandals with socks. I never understood why. But anyway, today I was eating while he played video games. He had his feet on the table and as his mother walked by she told him to remove his sandals off the table. So he quickly kicked them off and kept playing. But as he played he kept one foot on the table and placed the other foot on top of his leg facing me. And I saw a large hole in the heel of his sock revealing his smooth bare foot. I then got an urge to tickle his foot but decided to wait for the right moment.Tickling my Friend Josh2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
As Josh's mother walked by again and saw the hole in his sock as well, she made a comment about him throwing the socks away. He somewhat ignored her, but I chose to help.
"ill give you some incentive to throw the socks away!" I commented.
I pulled his foot into my lap and trapped it underneath my leg. Josh was so tied up in his game that he didn’t even pay much attenti
WitnessBack in 1963 my father took up a job with Firestone to go over seas to run a tire operation on an international construction project. We came over completing the family in early 1964.Witness3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
This was the Mangla Dam Project. We were there on the Baral Colony from 1964 to 1967.
This is a story from one of those days.
This at the time was the third largest earthen dam in the world.
Dam up the Jhelum river to bring modernization and much needed water.
My father ran the tire repair shop. These were the men that went out to replace and repair the giant tires on the huge earth moving equipment like front loaders, scrapers, and transports.
If it had rubber tires this shop fixed them.
I would always be there with my father on Saturdays and Sundays to just enjoy life and see the world. I grew very fond of these local workers. Many of whom could neither read or write.
The incident in question happened one late summer afternoon.
A dispute erupted over in the CAT section of the work yard. This was t
The King, the Creek, and the BerriesThe King, the Creek, and the Berries1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
There was a path behind his house- his castle- and beside it stretched a creek, from pole to pole in the small world around him. Getting there required the hiltless blade that he never left his quarters without. He sheathed its crumbling bark surface from his royal toy box. It was crucial to survival in the townhouse-filled kingdom, which was spilling with monsters whose glowing eyes and sharp teeth looked different to all alerted of their presence.
On the way there, he and his men passed by the Climbing Tree, the Playground Fortress, and worst of all, the cranky old lady's house. After all that, the final trial was slipping through the hole in the fence. He feared he would be caught, as this act was punishable by a whole day of grounding! But the delectable blackberries along the creek's edge were worth it every journey.
To the left was a long path that only once he'd dared ti take, but it was worthy of the travel. Blackberry basket in hand, he followed the path, accompanied by the fr
MomentsMomentsMoments3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Moments can mean everything to a person. Moments can mean nothing. They can change you, wake you up, shake you, kill you. Or they can show you how beautiful the world is.
Moments can make you feel happy, disgusted, sad or lonely. They can make you feel things you neither know nor want to feel. Or they can offer you emotions you never knew you had.
Moments can make you feel like time flies by or stays forever. Moments can make you reliving other moments in time. They can make you feel like you’re stuck in time. Or they can offer you a possibility to finally break free.
There are moments when I miss you so badly it hurts. There are moments when I just want to give up on us. But then you call me and we talk and somehow you always find the right things to say.
There are moments when I walk under the blue sky and the colourful trees when I feel at peace. When I look up and know I could go on like this forever and ever.
There are moments when I remember how you hugged me and ho
Il y a des matins plus agreables que d'autresJ’ai fait un rêve génial.Il y a des matins plus agreables que d'autres1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
J’étais perdue sur une planète inconnue, seule, perdue au beau milieu d’un océan, vêtue d’une énorme combinaison de kevlar blanche. Et pourtant, je ne m’étais jamais sentie aussi légère.
Il n’y avait rien autour de moi sauf de l’eau, à perte de vue. J’étais obligée de nager si je voulais espérer survivre. Je pensais mourir de fatigue ou noyée, au vu de ma piètre endurance, mais chaque fois que je faisais une brasse, je me sentais plus rapide, plus forte, plus déterminée à trouver un bout de terre ferme sur lequel me reposer. L’océan n’avait pas de fond, je ne voyais sous mes pieds que d’immenses algues danser avec la marée, et je n’avais pas peur.
Après quelques mètres, l’eau commença à descendre sous moi. Je ne voyais plus mon corps, ni même ne le sentais
I hate you (1)"So... Let's get this organized. I'm not supposed to cry over anything less than a mass massacre?"I hate you (1)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
The counselor snorted. "Well, then you'd be a drama queen, sweetheart."
Just smileThere are days, which are not really days.Just smile2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
They are stamped by sentences like " It was a huge mistake to get up today" or "I can't believe it".
These so called "Non-Days" are existing within two types.
First there is the "Absolutly Lucky Day", which happens normaly only once all 33,33333 years.
Because the absolutly lucky day is such a rarity, the most people see this kind of day already in a 2/3 lucky day (yeahhhhhhhhh, I have 4 right numbers within the lottery) or even in a 1/4 happy day (Hoooooooray the testing was negative).
Some people are just happy and in heaven no. 7 when they find two identical socks in the morning.
In any case you should put such a day deep into your heart and remember it when you conquer bad situations.
The exact oposite of the absolutly lucky day is the so called "The day I have been better stayed in bed" .
my emotional state (BECAUSE IT'S FUN) sum upI'm so sorry for all the emo poems I've been publishing recently and my general off and odd behavior. The doctor says it's normal for someone like me to behave like this so don't worry about it!my emotional state (BECAUSE IT'S FUN) sum up17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
You see, (I'm pretty sure you've got better things to care about) I'm hyper energetic. And that's the reason why I'm so weird
Sometimes I loose all my energy, and I turn into this hopeless and nervous wreck!!! I start to feel like a malfunctioning machine fueled by stress.
Like when it happens my brain just splits into two and I just loose it!
What I usually do under a tantrum like this is that I will spasmodically move my limbs around and I'll scream and yell things that don't make any sense (but when I say them I think they do).
E.g I took the nearest pillow and laid down on the nearest sofa. My body started shaking and I started "hitting" myself with the pillow while I screamed "I HATE YOU, MARIA" multiple times.
Deppression "What is depression?" Asked an elementary school teacher. Her gaze scanning across the crowd of faces in her class, a single little boy raised his hand. "Yes?"Deppression1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
"It means to be really, really sad!" Cried the boy, a delighted look on his face as he had been called out of anyone else in the class, even if he was the only one to raise his hand
"Right!" said the teacher, proud that her studen was trying
Now we're in highschool, new teacher, new students, same question. The older man looked to his class, grimm faced and serious in tone and spoke, "Students, what is depression? What would you use to define depression?"
A young lady rose her hand, having been chosen out of the three others. "Intense feeling of sadness and isolation, sir." The teacher nodded before launching into a discussion of this disease, what he thought he knew of it.
Ha, so much more to it than simple sadness.
I would like help with my science projectI would like help with my science project1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
For this year's science fair, I am doing a study on the creep and fear factor. Why am I putting this in a creepypasta group you ask?
Let me answer that.
Creepypasta is about sending shivers down the spines of our readers. Creepypastas are not killers. They truthfully are not. However realistic killers are creepypasta material. Such as Elska, created by Leaved . Elska is a perfect example of the creepiness in a perfect man. His looks are what make him perfect. However there's a flaw to every perfect. Stalker. I appreciate such a character that frightens me down to the bone. Every other character I've observed, to be completely honest, does not give me the sort of danger sensation.
Create that sense of anxiety and unsure fear in your characters. But now for the real thing I was here to speak of:
I would like for some of you to assist me in my science project. It can be anyone, I do not care. Everyone may participate. I ask one thing. Draw the creepiest thing you can think of.
DrowningSitting on the bottom looking up.Drowning1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
I struggled as I sank, limbs thrashing, hands slapping the water while I tried, desperate, to keep my head over the surface. It didn't look so much to everyone else, but the panic was real, too real to cry out for help. I'm drowning; I don't have air to waste screaming. They just keep swimming over head, oblivious.
So here I am, so far down you won't see me unless you're looking in the right spot. Don't expect a wave or a smile. I'm too tired for that. I can't reach up for a hand extended downwards, but don't mistake it for giving up. I'm not ready to accept defeat.
Still holding my breath despite the pain.
Planet AutismOn Planet Autism, I am happy.Planet Autism2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
On Planet Autism, there is music. Can you hear it? It makes me want to dance. On Planet Autism, my “erratic movements” as you call them, are my dance moves. Come and dance with me!
On Planet Autism, some things get lost in translation, and sometimes I can't understand what you want me to do. Actions can sometimes speak louder than words.
On Planet Autism, sometimes I'm the one whose words and thoughts get lost in translation. I'm trying hard to understand your language, though, and I'm making progress!
On Planet Autism, I can see and hear things that you can't. Like that doll? She's actually a dragon tamer. She tells me stories you can't hear and lets me pet a dragon that you can't see. She doesn't want bad people to know her secret, so I haven't told anyone about her story yet. But I have to keep her close or in the magic safety areas that I leave her in. If she's removed from them, evil magicians might have possessed her. Please, don't
Determination Determination is made up of two things: the strength of the mind and the strength of the heart. Both are essential.Determination 5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Random Loki ThoughtsA Lot Has Happened In a YearRandom Loki Thoughts1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
When we first got back together, well, when he finally revealed he's always been here, Loki and I did not get along at all. He was this nasty, sarcastic, angry god I thought hated me and I wasn't too thrilled with him. All we ever did was argue and I'd invite him to leave. There's no making Loki leave, there's no making him do much of anything. He was all thorns and anger and hurt. Hurt because he'd been with me before at other points in my life as himself and always got blamed for the behaviour of others.
It's taken me a lifetime to realize that the gods can't even remotely control their followers. Not even a tiddly bit. Those of us who love and serve do so willingly, or in my case because a god is your patron and sooner or later you have to learn to work together, not try and fight every chance you get.
Loki only told me recently why he was so angry when he at first again revealed himself. He's always provided for and looked after me, and I've always push
Insomnia Always Ruins My Suicide AttemptsIt's 2:45 am and you're standing on the roof of a parking garage trying to rub some warmth into your windchapped cheeks. This winter has been brutally cold and you are underdressed for your late night wandering. There's no real reason for you to be battling the elements five stories up at nearly three in the morning, but the sky was so clear, moon shining down on the red brick structure like a beacon and suddenly you were climbing up stairs, brain lagging behind your body. Insomnia will do that.Insomnia Always Ruins My Suicide Attempts1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
It's been at least 36 hour since you last slept and it's getting to the point now where days just blend together, endless hours of staring numbly at words on a page, navigating your way through crowds on campus like a ghost. Nights are better and worse; you're alone and it takes the pressure off of you, not having to feign normalcy around other people. But it's so goddamn lonely and monotonous and no matter how many stories you tell yourself, your voice doesn't actually count as company.
Besuchsbericht Spielemesse Salzburg 2011Also irgendwie... irgendwie war das ein sehr durchwachsenes Event. Von übelst geil bis übelst blöd. Letzteres - mir wurde die Geldbörse gestohlen, und bis auf den Führerschein und Fahrzeugschein war alles drin! - hat mir den Tag auf der Spielemesse doch ziemlich versaut und sorgt derzeit für diverse lästige und umständliche Nachwehen, aber sei's drum... ich hab Lehrgeld bezahlt... und das "Boah, ey!" und der Spaß haben eindeutig überwogen.Besuchsbericht Spielemesse Salzburg 20111 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Los ging es für Tlana und mich schon am Donnerstag mittag. Da wurde der Wolf bepackt und bei schönstem Sonnenschein nach München pilotiert - ohne Probleme, Staus und durch viel Geschnatter in gefühlt der halben Zeit Gleich anschließend gab es für mich noch eine durch Cynon recht spontan organisierte Sonderbehandlung beim Osteopathen - ein wahrer Magier, denn ich habe den GESAMTEN Samstag von morgens um neun bis nachmittags um halb fünf mich nicht eine Minute
The Good Old Days- Scourgie's internet storyAh, I remember when all the internet was talking about was Urnam7, Splashkittyartist, BeCarefulPaint, and BlueKyoKitty. It seems the whole YouTube and Internet world has changed. I loved those days, and I'm about to tell you my internet story.The Good Old Days- Scourgie's internet story1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
It all began with YouTube. I found a video- a simple one-(an old one by now but it was just uploaded when I got to it) by Splashkittyartist. Did I love that. Thus, I was opened to the wide world of YouTube. I never heard of DeviantArt, never new it existed. I watched every one of Splash's videos. Then, about a year or so later- I found Urnam7. When I first found her- she only had about 10-13 videos posted. I LOVED dimstar's past. LOVED IT. I drew and drew and drew dimstar over and over and over again. I looked at her art through google. Never knew what she meant by 'in the desc.', but I just ignored it. About 5 months of Dimstar, I was opened to another exciting thing: DeviantArt. I looked at her art over and over again. (This is the