School LunchesWhen I was little, I was unhappy about the fact that my elementary school didn’t sell lunch. It just sounded cool when I would read about kids going to school and buying their lunches. However, there was nothing cooler at lunch time in Good Shepherd than seeing “what ‘buffet’ Jessica brought today’.”School Lunches9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, my classmates were way more interested in my lunch than I was. Every day at 12 o’clock they would gather around at the white and orange cafe-gym-atorium tables to see what my mom had packed. How she fit all that food and all those containers into my tiny lunchbag was and still is a mystery to me—and same goes for my former classmates. One after one I would pull out each colored Tupperware and display them on the flat surface in front of me. Inside them were fruits and vegetables galore—grapes, cherries, baby carrots, cucumbers, and more. And because I was so picky, everything was sliced, cut, and separated from one another. And raw
my sis sallydear my sis you are alaways look at me with kind eyes when i was born in 3215 you are happy before eggman trys to kill me but that god that justice sent me back. i just wanted to say my true feelings which is love sally i love you like incestmy sis sally11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
UntitledWhen I was in elementary schoolUntitled12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My teachers would see me write and
Say “when I was in school, if the teacher
Saw you write with your left hand
She would tie your left hand behind your back
And force you to use your right hand”
They would add that being left handed
Meant I was possessed by the devil.
This was a small rural school in the north.
My family had moved there when I was eight.
We moved from Virginia. So, I was a
smart-mouthed southern Rebel possessed by
the devil according to my teachers.
All based on me being left handed.
And so it began…
hamartiaBlue says I should be dead.hamartia13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I say I already am.
There’s a strange duality to neurogenesis—what I am and what I was, converging, creating what I am to be. I go to the funerals of people I never knew. She knew them. She, me…what’s the difference?
Where do I draw the line between who I was and who I am now? With every passing second I am dying and being reborn, a phoenix in the ashes of neurons.
It would be easier if Blue would leave. I find solace in the fact that one day, all of my memories will fade, including my memories of him. At the same time, it haunts me, the winter when I suffered miserably—the first time I truly died.
I draw too many parallels between him and the flame…my flame. My hero boy. Perhaps it’s just coincidence, the things they have in common…perhaps my two truest loves simply click in the same way.
In my bones, I know that Blue is dead. If not truly dead, then dead to me. Maybe he’s not a six-feet-under boy in tha
The Watering HoleThe small Tyrannosaurus was about 4 years old as he travelled to the watering hole, the place he had spent his whole life gazing at. The Tyrannosaurus had a broad, stocky head with a large, slightly horizontal body and slanting tail. But he was still very young and had less distinct features. He had green scales with red stripes that run across his back like thick scratch wounds. He stumbled down the large slope of a bank and reached the lake. But there was something there that didn't belong. He had never seen such a thing as big as what lay in his watering hole. He had seen trees and big herbivores, but he had never really come in counter with any of the biggest of dinosaurs. Suddenly the huge beast rose up, muddy water dripping from its huge bulk, and swung itself round so all that the squealing dinosaur could see was its huge whip-like tail, then suddenly a sharp pain struck the side of the dinosaur’s head. The small Tyrannosaur coughed out its own teeth and blood, and then waThe Watering Hole21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I still can't think of my titleIt was moving day. Alfred frantically shoved as much clothing into the trunk as possible,I still can't think of my title21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
while his father carried all necessary objects such as utensils and plates and electronics into his van. Oliver ran around screaming, yesterday had been his birthday, so he extra full of sugar and energy.
"We're moving! We're moving!"
"Isn't this great Henry, we're going on a road trip to a beautiful new house.
There'll be a pool and a giant TV, and a huge playroom, and the beds will be puffy and soft. It'll be like an Ikea! Aren't you excited Jubilee? It'll be fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!"
Clarice joined him in their chant of moving, and they quickly formed a song.
"Oh, we're moving, we're moving, we're moving, moving, moving, moving!
We're moving, we're moving, we're moving, moving, moving, moving!
We'll be out of this dump, traveling in a truck, and we'll arrive in the land of luck."
They repeated this continuously until their father shushed them, but even then they still whispered
Dear SweetheartThere are some things about me that I don't know if you've figured out yet. So, being the guy who can't say something without being afraid of what others think, I wrote it down.Dear Sweetheart1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am very protective. If any guy gives you any kind of compliment, I feel immediately threatened. It's one of those many things that make people not want to be with me. I'm clingy, I'm overprotective, I'm jealous. I'm a guy that just can't find the right words to say, and when I do, I don't have the guts to say them, because my past has molded me to keep my thoughts to myself. When I text you, and you don't text me back for a few hours, I feel like I did something wrong. I get scared you're in trouble, and I panic. I miss you so much, it hurts. I don't take compliments easily, but that's because I have been told the opposite my entire life. I'm socially awkward, an asshole, a sap, and overemotional. I'm bad at remembering things, I can't speak half the time, and I can't keep eye contact.
If there's one thing th
Sayings I never SaySome words can be the ones to hurt you or to save you.Sayings I never Say2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
To forgive or not to forgive......are those my only choices?
It's so easy. But maybe because it's so easy, it's also hard.
I know it's not good to be weak and helpless. But.....I don't think it's good to be too strong either. In our society we talk about survival of the fittest. We're not animals. We're human.
The Epic Poem BeowulfThe Epic Poem Beowulf2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The epic poem Beowulf was composed in Old English, Anglo-Saxon verse in the 8th Century but the oral material on which the written version is based dates back to the 6th Century.
It is the first story to be written down in our language but the events it describes take place in Denmark. It has come down to us in the only surviving manuscript which now sits in the British Museum.
Beowulf is pure legend with a simple and straightforward plot. It is the story of an aristocratic hero , presented in a series of significant actions from his youth to his old age facing ogres and the powers of evil; mainly in opposition to the monster Grendel. Beowulf lives in a boasting, hard drinking, feasting and contentious warrior society. Much of the action takes place in the great hall Heorot, the Hall of the Stag. Out of the many characters in the poem there are only two women. The queen, Waltheow, and Grendel's mother.
I have studied a number of translations from the Old English over
What is the worst thing you have ever done?The question arisesWhat is the worst thing you have ever done?2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"What is the worst thing you have ever done?"
I could answer in a time that has passed. A time you won't remember because you were not there.
I could answer this question with the lifes i took. With the blood on my hands, the guts on the ground.
I could answer this question with the treasures i've got. With the lifes i saved and the ones i took.
I could answer this question with magic in my heart. With the darkness that comes from my darkened body and soul.
Is it worth it?
In a different time, in a different world, in a different life, everything changes.
You wouldn't understand if i told you the truth.
"What is the worst thing you have ever done?"
I guess this would be to be reborn and to live on.
jadingthe couch creaks as i slink into the blanket and disappear underneathjading2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
the covers. i need something warm. i am tired and jaded.
there is no grace as i pass out. it is the best kind of sleep.
then again, maybe not. my alarm goes off and i slam the snooze button a
few times before eventually getting up, smearing the night’s drool on
my arm. the couch creaks as i slink out of my blanket.
wake up. take a piss. take a shower. put on three layers of clothes. it
is cold outside and makes you seem bigger than you really are.
go to work and get home. tread my way up the rotted, wooden porch.
vaguely remember that you have no beer left in the fridge; check
open the front door. close the front door. i begin shuffling blindly
through the house and into the living room. my curtains are working
well and my aim is awful. i hear the thumps and cracks of a plummeting
chair; it doesn't motivate me enough to search for the lightswitch.
the couch creaks as i slink into the blanket and disappe
Senless worldI was born in a world without feelings, I was still young and innocence but nor my family or my friends could protect my from the reality, no one can protect you from the reality. It hit hard, almost take me down, but I couldn't give in that soon, there was a long road that wait for me. I keep fighting and trying to get over the darkness that fall above me, I felt miserable in that live, even when I found a spark of ligth I couldn't forget the demons that chasse me into my dreams.Senless world2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Eventually I scape from the shadows and started again, I was near to get a little peace but I wasn't a child anymore, so I got to get focus, and with the age also come the knowledgement of the outside world, they were so many dead and suffering, there still is, and is not gonna stop, I'm sure of that because we are lost, we don't understand that there's not enough graves for the deads we era making, there's not enough tears for the horrors we are doing, there's not enough words for the thing we are ignoring,
A Challenge Of StrengthRoleplay between :iconAriel-Hunter:'s Starke and :iconttauriel:'s Sigrid, where the two wolves meet at the Sollunta Summit and at Starke's amazement of Sigrid's ability to climb that high he decides to test her skills.A Challenge Of Strength3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
:iconAriel-Hunter:: A frigid breeze wisped through Starke's fur as he looked down upon the vast territory of Vale from his mountain perch. He lay sprawled out across a flat boulder atop Sollunta Summit's lower slopes, sprinkled with a fine, powdery snow that shone in the weak rays of sunlight. The wind howled and moaned, whirling like the endless thoughts within his troubled mind.
It was cool and calm up here, where he could be alone and have his head literally in the clouds. It gave him time to reflect on recent events, sometimes for hours, and he enjoyed it. This was his place.
His jaws parted in a huge yawn, Starke shook out his fur and lay his head between his front paws with a sigh. Perh
Code of Honour- Rookies Part 5Code of Honour- Rookies- Part 5Code of Honour- Rookies Part 54 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Chapter 5- Standoff
“Vulture five here on route to pick up point eta five minutes” radioed the pilot.
“Copy that. We’ll just wait here then I guess” sighed Punk as he leaned against the train carriage.
“Eh, scratched that, you’ve got incoming vehicles” informed the pilot.
“Then hurry up” replied Punk as he stopped leaning and loaded his gun.
“Negative the zone’s too hot. Missiles incoming flank right........STATIC” the pilot snapped as he tried to avoid the missiles.
“Ok! Looks like we’ve got a fight on our hands Sir” sighed Punk.
“One against what....a platoon and battalion. I don’t doubt you can pull it off Punk but I’d rather not be around when it happens” smiled the President
“Maybe we can help” came a voice from behind them.
Punk spun round and aimed his gun at a squad of soldiers walking out of the nearby tree line.
Kingdom Hearts HD 1.5 Remix synthesis listWe ALL want to get the Ultima Weapon. But a lot of the videos on it are not 100% accurate. They miscount the number of items you need to get the Ultima Weapon. So I put myself through torture to find out EXACTLY how many of each item you need. There are a total of 30 items you need to synthesize (NOT INCLUDING THE ULTIMA WEAPON) BEFORE you get the Ultima Weapon. The items in this list are the ACTUAL number of each item you need for every synthesis item INCLUDING the Ultima Weapon.Kingdom Hearts HD 1.5 Remix synthesis list4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This is how it is set up: Item: (enemy that drops it) (Where the enemy can be found)
Anything with a * on it means there is an easier way to get the item from that enemy.
Mythril: 13 (found in chests throughout the game but can synthesize)
Mythril Shard: 12 (Pot Spider) (Agrabah)
Mythril Stone: 5 (Pot Scorpion) (Agrabah: Palace Gates) *
Serenity Power: 7 (Pink Agaricus) (Deep Jungle: Treehouse)
Power Stone: 2 (Sniperwild) (Traverse Town: Second District)
Fury Stone: 2 (Gigas Shadow) (Wonderland: Bizarre Room)
What's it like to have ADHDYou have to constantly move around, can't stay in one place.What's it like to have ADHD4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Can't pay attention to one thing for a long period of time, or even a short period of time.
Hyper most of the time, even when you're tired as hell you feel like you want to run a marathon.
When you talk for a while, you're words start to slure together some and you say the sentence the opposite way, for example: "My hair is so soft." You say "My soft is so hair." It has happened to me once in a while, it isn't fun.
That's all I can think of for now, have a nice day or night.