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 hours 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 Ramble6 hours 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...1 day 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 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
enchantingEnchanting is a word I can’t remember ever using except when reading the word in a story. The word enchanting immediately came to mind today when I saw her. I was walking and thinking about the events of the day when, seemingly out of nowhere, her smiling face was inches away from my stunned self. Enchanting, I thought. We walked together for a minute exchanging pleasantries, then, as we parted, I thought, enchanting.enchanting2 days 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' Time2 days 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?2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I Shan't Be Eating There AgainThe bell attached to the lintel makes a single, soulless ting as I push open the door and step in to the deathly silent shopfront. The single customer at the counter slowly turns his head to look at me, a strange look in his eyes. He raises a single chip to his mouth, and eats it in one bite before slowly turning back to the counter.I Shan't Be Eating There Again2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As I walk up to the counter, I see the employees. One of them, a young woman, is standing at the counter. Her fixed, empty stare directed straight ahead, slightly to the right of the entrance. She does not seem to have responded to my entrance. Behind the counter, there is an oven with four chickens on a slowly rotating spit, and another employee wearing the same, creepily empty stare standing two inches away from the glass, watching the chicken slowly rotate. The third and final employee is at the deep-fat fryer, individually dipping the chips into the burning oil with his horribly burnt and scarred hands. Each time he leans in to dip, his lengthy hair si
UntitledEver since I can remember I have always wished I could draw, looked at those who could and envied them their skills. Envied them their ability to tell a story via their drawings, and bringing their dreams into reality. I guess my fascination with it began with my grandfather who, as I have been told, took my childish swirly drawings and turned them into running horses on a beach, and other things I can’t remember anymore. I was only 4 years when he died, and his promise to teach me how to draw died with him.Untitled2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Anyone can learn to draw”
I have heard that a few times, and I suppose that’s true, but it isn’t possible for me. I can barely hold a pen long enough to write my own name without my hand complaining, so trying to draw a drawing is far beyond my reach. The dream is still there though, so many random ideas in my head that I would have loved to put on paper and maybe even share with the world.
“It’s not good enough”
I lost count on how
Innocent Siblings = ManeatersPlease read the description first! It may and probably will not make sense otherwise!Innocent Siblings = Maneaters2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They were angels, innocent siblings.
Skin flawless, hair molten gold that shimmered and glowed provocatively like their smiles, inviting one to just trust them, leave everything to them. Eyes full of oceans and skies and the color of sorrow and tears, but that was silly because their eyes were sapphire jewels, hard and beautiful and everyone wanted them. Clothes a virgin white, unblemished and untouched by the wear of life and hardships, voices soft and melodic, siren-esque and angelic – but of course, they were angels. Their voices were a symphony all on their own, causing one to lean closer so they could try and retain the memory of the rising and falling pitch.
They hid a secret, together.
Behind soft smiles and touches exchanged their psyche beat away inside of them, pounding out the ticking of clocks and alarms and timers, pounding at their sanity and skin, p
Not Enough Privacy and Actual websites usedInternet is full of Scammers.Not Enough Privacy and Actual websites used2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Free me! From This Spoof websiteFree me! From This Spoof website3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Jeff the Killer evidence. August 22, 2013Now listen to me! Please...this isn't a joke. This is not the same as any other story you will read...this story is when...I saw him.....please, hear me out...I've tried to tell people I'm in trouble... that he's after me... but no one will listen! No one will believe me!...Jeff the Killer evidence. August 22, 20133 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My name... I cant tell you my real name... I'm so paranoid of him that I refuse to put up my name. The name everyone knows me by is "CrazyCircus". Anyone who has tried to ask me what my name is, I completely refused or changed the topic immediately... so paranoid...But! I can tell you my other information.
Like I said I go by as CrazyCircus. My sex is Female, eye color is blue, my natural hair color is brown. What I do for a living? I research about monsters, theories, and write about them... to show my opinion with others and share the same thoughts. Good idea, right?.. Wrong!.. Because of my non-stop research, I know more stuff than I should know... stuff I shouldn't know... I'll tell you what happened... don't t
Janvier[Madame, regardez moi ! Nos yeux se connaissent.Janvier3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Madame, je n’ai plus vu le jour depuis l’hiver dernier. La rue est une belle aventure. Vous me parliez de révolution. Eux, ils croient aux assassins.
Moi, j’aimerais vivre dans une rue d’Irlande auprès de vous.
Madame, je connais vos pas et je ne sais si pareil plaisir existe vraiment.
Madame, les mots sont lourds, je vous aiderais.
Madame, regardez moi ! Je pense vous connaître. Nous irons à la gare, alors prenez ma main.
Depuis mille ans dans la brume. Oui, je suis aveugle.
Je sais que vous n’avez plus pitié. Bien sûr, je ne vous laisserais pas ici.
La rage m’a pris, prenez ma main. Vous n’êtes pas là, mais allons à la gare. Je ne comprends pas. Vous êtes sans le toit, je pense que vous serez mon astronaute. Vous êtes poète. Madame. Vous n'avez rien. Madame, j'ai bien honte. Je suis roi.
Madame, regardez moi ! Que vous êtes
Conversaciones15-10-09Conversaciones3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Heme aquí, con un café en mi mano y mi compañero al lado inhalando el humo de su fiel cigarro.
-Hablas como si la educación aquí alguna vez hubiera importado- dice el con una sonrisa cómplice para mi anterior comentario.
-Lo se; olvidaba que la modernidad y el progreso abundan ya en todos lados- el tono irónico de mi voz procuraba ir a pie con la conversación.
Cierto era que aquello no era mas entretenido que una telenovela; hablar de todo y a la vez de nada, era algo que ahora no me incomodaba; aunque hasta hoy no he sabido si el acepta esta parca charla por compromiso o porque en verdad le agradaba.
-Dale la mano…- se escucho a lo lejos decir a una preocupada madre mientras un niño de quizás 5 años a aquel consejo intentaba dar parte.
-Si, a ella- repetía la mujer, mientras de una tercera persona en la escena mi mirada hacia presa.
Mi compañero seguía hablando, algo sobre los árboles que nos rod
Final Day of Grade 6I couldn’t believe after 8 years of being at primary school, I felt like a sense of relieve on my back. As I walked into school for the last time, knowing that at 2:50pm I wouldn’t be a primary school kid but a teen going into high school.Final Day of Grade 63 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The nerves were then starting to gather as all of the Grade 6s was standing outside on the eastern side of the gym. This really was something, because only a year earlier, the southern half of the school was refurbished and the facility’s improved for the better.
Everyone that was standing outside knew the plan, on what was going to happen. This was because we had practice only two days earlier which went smooth enough. But this was different, because not only was the primary school pupils and teachers was here, but all the parents filling up the back rows was a nervous affair.
I couldn’t believe what was going to happen, with this being the final assembly ever in primary school. We needed to gain an impression that we were th
Anna's Feet Get a Little Lovin'!Madison and I had been friends for a few months and had begun sharing our mutual fetishes about a month prior to this. However, at this point, I had almost always at least rubbed her feet when she visited my dorm. She had obliged me in my tickle kinks sometimes afterward. It was a pretty standard arrangement, and I had been coming around to a foot fetish of my own. This time, though, she had an alternate idea.Anna's Feet Get a Little Lovin'!3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She showed up, unannounced as she always did, and I found her on the couch in the common area. Instead of allowing me to take her boots off as per the routine, she held me up.
"Hey, you kinda like my feet by now, right?" She asked.
"Uhh, sure." I responded, a little confused.
"Okay, well, I've been tickling those suckers for a while now." Madison said, indicating my feet. "I kinda want to just... smell them, or whatever, if that's okay."
I remember blushing a little. "You want to... smell... my feet? I mean, by all means, it's been a long day." I remarked, kicking off my shoes. S
MinecraftWho would've thunk it.Minecraft4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A world of blocks
Holding so much potential
in every pixel.
Who would have thunk it?
Notch of course
as well as Jeb
Their minds moving like clockwork
Who would have thunk it?
houses and trees,
animals and leaves
all in squares
Who would have thunk it?
Millions of fans
Plush toys, a card game
Have thunk it?
Digital ArgumentDigital ArgumentDigital Argument4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
(Yes that is Windows 3.11!)
By Stacey V. Luster II
Text copyright © 2015 Stacey V. Luster II
Have you ever been so angry at your computer that you started a full blown conversation with it? Well, I have…in my mind at least…take a gander. Let me know whatcha think.
This was an assignment in my English class at college and my Instructor liked it so...here it is for your enjoyment.
Stacey: AH! STOP SLOWING DOWN DAMN IT! DAMN IT!
Computer: Why are you screaming at me?
Stacey: Why? Why am I screaming? WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK I’M SCREAMING! YOU’RE THE COMPUTER! YOU TELL ME! I TRY TO LOAD A SIMPLE DOCUMENT! I TRY TO INSERT A PICTURE INTO MY STORY FILE AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO FREEZE AND RESULT IN MY FORCE QUITTING YOUR PROGRAM!
Computer: I’m not perfect you know. I was made by people just like you who wanted to create something to aide them in their daily tasks.