SparrowRoughly less than a mile away from the wealthy district sat a woman.Sparrow2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A little bag filled with nearly empty medicine lay near her. She rested on the step of a closed shop, right in front the national bank. She begged on a low tone. You'd guess nearly no one stopped. Everyone was suddenly too busy to glance at the old lady. Wrinkled, poor, and somewhat desperate, it probably took all her pride to sit and beg at the corner of a street.
She had a story to tell though. I don't think I've heard a more painful sigh than the one she let out when I came to a halt by her side.
Just a bit of money, she said. Not for food, not for drink, just a bit of money to refill her meds. She didn't want to give up yet.
Driven out of her home by war. No family left to speak of, her husband passed and her three sons were brought wrapped in flags.
But the forth son never came back. She buried an empty casket instead. He didn't die, he'll come find me. He's a good boy, jus
Are You Gonna Tell Me?My sister has always been kind of nosy in my romantic life, especially so in high school. She was two years older than me, at the time she was a Junior and I was a Freshman.Are You Gonna Tell Me?2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We rode the same bus home (obviously) and the entire way home she was questioning me about a boy I had been talking to earlier.
"How tall is he? What color are his eyes? Have you guys kissed yet?" Were just a few of the questions she had asked.
"I'm not telling, Jess, you'll probably try to steal him from me!" I joked as we both entered the house. It was a mild day in Spring, warm enough for me to exchange my usual footwear for flip-flops. My sister had worn her usual Nike sneakers, as she had outgrown her old sandals. After taking a dose of my allergy medication and flopping down on the couch, Jess attacked me without warning. My sides felt like they were on fire as she tickled them mercilessly.
"I'm gonna get you to tell me, one way or another!" Jess announced, putting most of her weight on my hips so I couldn't
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 Mosque1 month 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
Disaster films are more honest than you realize.It was a few years ago; I was eating in a Chinese restaurant with my parents. The place was built with a ton on windows going around the perimeter - you could see out three of four walls.Disaster films are more honest than you realize.2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The entrance was set up oddly - the register cut off the corner where the door was to make a triangular lobby of sorts. Behind the register was a large aquarium. The fish could be seen from nearly anywhere in the restaurant; a few large goldfish, what I assume was a grouper of some kind, and even a black eel, amongst an assortment of smaller fish happily living together in the fake seaweed and castle.
My family and I were sitting towards the back of the place, more or less by ourselves, roughly diagonal from the aquarium. There were some other patrons, but it wasn't a full house; just enough to create a pleasantly subdued background chatter. The TV was on, but I don't remember what channel. I think it was the news, some local channel. I didn’t pay much attention, instead fixating on the wi
True Stories: The Ice Cream SundaeSo it’s sometime in late May and the weather outside is really really sticky & hot. Now keep in mind, my ex was approaching the heaviest she had ever been while we were together. She had just tried on a bridesmaid dress for her brother’s wedding at it didn’t fit. Also, we had gone to the beach and she didn’t take her shorts off once. In fact, she didn’t even wear bikini bottoms. She had a pair of panties on underwear.. So she was definitely borderline pudgy.True Stories: The Ice Cream Sundae3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Anyways, I made a pan of delicious brownies on this hot & muggy May Friday night. This inspired my ex (who earlier in the day was talking about how she was going to start hitting the gym regularly) to ask me if we could go out, buy vanilla ice cream, whip cream, and some chocolate fudge so we could make and share (the sharing part is important) a brownie sundae. I’m usually not one someone real big on sweets, but I decided to oblige and please my lady.
I ran to the supermarket and grabbed all the
Walt Disney TheoryAh yes: singing princesses, charming heroes, rainbows, butterflies, cuddly creatures, goofy characters, all of this is the product of one brand: Walt Disney. Once, when we were little ones, it was Disney who brought us joy and happiness. It was Disney that could only think up such characters like Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. Pluto, that lovable dog of Mickey’s, and Goofy, that clumsy oaf who made us laugh whenever he appeared on the screen. Disney was good at making us see the bright side of things. To make us feel joy and bliss. To teach us important life lessons.Walt Disney Theory3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It is here that Disney showed its dark side, and boy, they did a damn good job of it too.
When you think of Disney, you think of happy creatures, sunshine and rainbows, yes? Well, Disney is more than that, and I can prove it.
Remember, in The Little Mermaid, when Ursula met her end? Normally, it would be the villain falling to their deaths in a Disney film, so that the little ones would always have the encouragement 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 Butterflies1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Back With A Bark (Female into Dog TF)Back with a BarkBack With A Bark (Female into Dog TF)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Moving house is always a stress full time but some people it is a nice experience to have a fresh start and different scenery but for one young girl a new flat meant getting a new life .......quite literally.
Sarah Hilliard, 27 sighed as she looked out of the window in the lounge. She smoothed out the bottom of her black and red checked dress as she watched the cars and people moved through the little village.
“Wow, it really is something. I just wish that maybe i could start a new life” she smiled as she turned around to see her packing boxes in the hallway. She walked over to one a took out a small wooden photo with a picture of her and her family but her parents face were crossed out.
Suddenly she shuddered as if some was breathing down her neck, quickly she turned to see no-one behind.
“Just my imagination” she sighed with relief but what she couldn’t see was dark brunette hairs growing out on the back of her neck.
Slowly the hairs cov
Vita da Dalton - La mia bambinaJoe camminava per casa, preoccupato. Sua madre stava per dare alla luce un bambino, e lui era rimasto sveglio, in attesa. I suoi fratelli stavano già dormendo da un pezzo, e la madre era nella sua stanza con la levatrice e un'aiutante.Vita da Dalton - La mia bambina3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Improvvisamente, un pianto ruppe il silenzio della notte. La levatrice e la sua assistente uscirono dalla camera, e lui si precipitò all'interno, per vedere quello che cosa stesse succedendo. La prima cosa che vide fu sua madre, sdraiata a letto sotto le coperte, che gli sorrideva dolcemente. Poi, scorse un piccolo fagottino avvolto in una calda coperta, che riposava tra le sue braccia. La donna lo stringeva teneramente al petto, cullandolo.
Joe mosse qualche passo tremante fino al letto, per vedere il nuovo nato.
Ma' Dalton si sporse verso di lui, e adagiò il neonato tra le braccia del figlio.
Joe sbatté le palpebre, sorpreso da quella domanda. Guardò la madre, poi abbassò lo sguardo sul piccolo fagottino tra le sue braccia
DaisiesDaisies are weeds. No-one plants them. No-one really wants them. But there they are, poking their sunny little faces up through your lawn and smiling at you. They open in daytime, and they shut at night, when no-one seems to be around to see them.Daisies1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Some people try to get rid of the daisies, push them back into the soil where there's no sunshine. The mow them down constantly, but no amount of mowing will ever get them out. They will always come back eventually.
Some people tolerate them, but don't really like them. They just choose to ignore them, occasionally stepping on them because their thoughts are elsewhere.
Children love the daisies. They pick them and bunch them and loop them into long pretty chains to crown themselves kings and queens of the garden. They don't mind that they're weeds.
I wish more people would look at all the daisies and think, "Wow. Look at these beautiful flowers the grass has planted for me. Look at their delicate petals and their sunny, powdery centres.
Evangelion: Age of Ultron Shinji confronts MisatoShinji: (now possessed by Ultron and strolling up to Misato, grabbing her by the neck and throwing her down onto a chair in her chamber of the Wunder) Take a seat. (throws a bottle of scotch at her) Have a drink. Let's talk for a while. That's something we haven't done these fourteen long years.Evangelion: Age of Ultron Shinji confronts Misato4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
(Misato just glares at him)
Shinji: (Getting serious) My job was to save the world. That is what you and everyone else at NERV shoved down my throat. You were like the mother I never had. You could be cold yes. Bitter even, but you still felt like a mother. But here we are and I'm treated like an animal by you. I come out of my Evangelion after what has to be fourteen years with guns pointed at my face, being treated like a pariah and only three people showing me ANY kind of compassion, Toji's sister, Fuyutsuki and Kaworu, or rather Tabris. Out of ANY of those three, two of them were my father's lapdog and an Angel... (suddenly shouting) AN ANGEL! OUR FORMER ENEMY SHOWED ME MORE COMPASSION THAN
firenzeFlorence wakes at daybreak, cast in rosy vividness by the blossoming dawn. The streets smell faintly of perfume and cigarette smoke, memories from the night before. Raised lamps shine dimly along the sidewalk, waning as the sky begins to brighten.firenze2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
By midmorning, the River Arno is thrown into glittering hues of blue and white as the sunlight sparkles across its surface. The stretching structure of the Ponte Vecchio is cast as a blurred reflection on the water, its solid lines shifted into surreal strokes and the pedestrians on it turned into floating dreamlike figures.
Onwards into the day, and the San Lorenzo market is bustling around high noon. Vendors lean casually on their stalls, and some fix their wares into place, while others attempt to coax passers-by into having a look, madame, half-price for you. Handbags beckon from their perched positions; figurines gleam in their hand-painted gilt; scarves wave temptingly, jewel-toned flags that dangle like falling stars.
As the clo
LiarsLiars1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Alicia Esteve Head- Claimed that she was in the South Tower during the 9/11 terrorist attacks. She became the head of the Survivors Network, only to be revealed as a fraud in 2007. She was actually in Barcelona attending school during the time of the events.
2. Laurel Rose Wilson and Misha Defonseca- Both claimed to have been involved in the Holocaust. Laurel had used several fake identities, and she also claimed to have been a victim of satanic ritual abuse. Misha wrote a fake memoire in which she claimed that she traveled through Europe to save her parents from the Nazis. She actually wasn't Jewish; she was Belgian, and her parents were arrested because they were members of the Belgian Resistance. After her novel was revealed as a hoax, she reportedly had to pay the publishers of the book $22.5 billion for the lie. Misha Defonseca wasn't even her real name; it was Monique de Wael.
3. Anna Anderson- She claimed to be the lost Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia. She was on
Jesus and the Samaritan Woman - Dialogue(Jesus sits alone at the edge of Jacob’s Well. A woman comes to the well to collect water.)Jesus and the Samaritan Woman - Dialogue2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
JESUS: Give me a drink.
WOMAN: How is it that you, being a Jew, request a drink from me, a woman of Samaria? Everyone knows that Jews and Samaritans have nothing to do with one another.
JESUS: If you knew the gift of God, woman, and who it is who requests a drink from you, you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.
WOMAN: Sir, you have nothing to draw with. The well is deep. Where, then, can you obtain that living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well, and drank from it himself, as well as his children and his cattle?
JESUS: Whoever drinks of this water will become thirsty again. But whoever drinks of the water that I give him shall never thirst. Indeed, the water that I give him shall be a fountain inside him, springing up into everlasting life.
WOMAN: Sir, give me this wat
Oh, What Fun! (Somewhat Sarcastic Essay)Dull.Oh, What Fun! (Somewhat Sarcastic Essay)2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It is not a word, but rather a feeling that comes about whilst sitting at this desk, staring yet another word-based source of turmoil onscreen. Hours spent on assingments meld into a single, longer moment, as essays completed -- not time transpired -- become the revised definition of a day. The mental paralysis which results from seemingly perpetual repetition of meticulously excessive analyses takes a pause at the worst time possible, only to eventually start afresh. Mind-numbing apologies of comprehensive material abound.
And yet, distracting.
In those minutes when the stagnant hypnosis (the origins of which often lie in the burning of one's retinas through abundantly vague, extensive -- sometimes sickeningly, and all too clearly, falsely enthusiastic instruction) transforms into a striving focus to push through the latest travesty of a meaningful academic challenge, those fleeting intentions beco
Lost Not TrappedI will forever be lost in the trappings of my mind, where no restraints exist and it is for that reason I am lost. I wander idly around as I investigate each corner that I can spot, pondering if I had already viewed this corner or if it is new. I approach the edge of my thoughts and find myself staring at a dark and endless expanse. This darkness brings no fear only curiosity as in a blink of an eye the darkness vanishes. It is then replaced with a vast array of things, things that I cannot describe in further detail. Yet this array contains corners, more corners for me to investigate and seek out what is hiding in them. I take it upon myself to go and map these new corners, to make personal notes of where they lay. I soon find my mind wandering off as I imagine other things that could be and when I come back, I find that these corners are different from the previous. This is where I continually dream and wander, forever discovering the new corners of my mind, hoping to chart them allLost Not Trapped1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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-oh1 month 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
Rose-Colored Mother EarthRose-Colored Mother Earth5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
South America. 95 million B.C.
Tale told by the cracked, flaky surface of a nearby riverbed. All around, occasional clusters of drying trees are scattered across the dusty terrain. Along the fringes of one such island of tall vegetation, three elephantine Cathartesaura search for whatever food is available, two of them craning their swan-like necks high among the dead branches for dwindling greenery while the third wanders off to examine the ground underfoot. Whistles and cracks from their tails flicking through the air at sound barrier-breaking speeds help the trio keep in contact, along with deep chest rumbles sent and felt through their feet.
Sweeping its long neck across the barren dirt, the Cathartesaura scours the plains for sustenance. Its nose picks up something moist underneath the dry soil.
Digging with its snout, the whiptail uproots a cluster of tender roots. It’s not much of a meal considering the large quantities of vegetation neede
Gainer Pep TalkKeep eating. Don't stop stuffing your belly. Make it big and fill it good.Gainer Pep Talk1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You aren't doing anything wrong.
You were meant to be fat.
You were meant to be obese.
It's a true expression of beauty.
You deserve to grow all that fat.
You need to grow all that cellulite.
This I who you are inside.
Beautiful. Be proud of it.
It takes courage to embrace your true self.
You deserve to be obese and have the body you've always wanted.
Keep on eating.
A grain of truthA grain of truth1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A unicorn was walking down the street of Ponyville. His name was Caution and he was about do do his job, a safety inspector. He saw his friend, an earth pony called Gear.
"Hi, Gear! Heading to work?"
"No, I didn't get any orders today, so I'm just gonna test this parachute I made! I just have to find a place to jump from."
"You're jumping with a home-made parachute... Do you want me to inform the hospital in advance?"
"No, no, I checked it twice for malfunctions and it's fine... Say, you once told me you know the "walking on clouds" spell."
"We'll talk about it later, I gotta work."
His first destination was a cafe. Caution checked if they had enough fire extinguishers, if their tables were in good shape and similar stuff.
"All that's left to do is to check the storage. I'm getting this done quickly, unless... I must've forgotten something! Oh wait, I just started work half an hour earlier to make sure I'm done in time, silly me..."
"Hey, snowglobe! Come here!"
It was his girlfriend, a
VirginVirginVirgin3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I wake up from a dream where I surrounded by scantly clad Disney girls back home in the world.
Today will be my first time. After this I will no longer be a virgin.
I go beyond the wire for the first time.
A mission. What I was sent there to do. My job. All for a 120 bucks a month, room and board provided.
Briefing is at 5am. OHH Five Hundred as they like to say.
Captain points out on a map where we are to go.
I love maps, old ones, military ones, charts. The colors and what they show fascinate me.
Mother Earth laid out on paper. Her every detail carefully marked.
The briefing is over.
I am the new guy on this team. A replacement.
I approach the Captain as I have a question.
I point to the spot on the map.
"That is in Laos." I state with certainty.
"Yes" he replies "You get an A in Geography. Now go get your ass ready. Chopper is here in an hour."
I have my gear laid out so Sarge can come by an check it out. No extras. Pack only what you need. Not what they advis