Things I never knewI'm not a good person. I'm not a smart person. I'm not pretty, sporty or talented in any way. Everyone tells me I'm useless, even my mother. I lost count on how many times I've been told to die. It's funny how many people there are who try to help me in relation to the people hating me. One person ever helped me, one person was there for me. And that very person was taken away from me. I don't know how to feel anymore, angry because they took him away, sad because he's no longer here or confuse because this all happens to me without any reason.Things I never knew13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why are humans so mean? Actually, why do we say it's inhumane to do such things, if it just expresses a human. Many people would tell a person like me to cheer up or that's at least what they all say. I never heard anything from those people or anyone, until I met him. He was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. He pulled me out of the dark despair and showed me kindness and the beauty left in some people. I lost my hope, but he ga
I CareWe exist in a dead world, people have lost the will to live - there is no passion, no goals, no yearning for success. But hear my tale; a story that will change your perception of the world: The Symphony of Life.I Care15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It all began one day, one morning when my one and only friend visited me at my home. This was not a happy visit - no … we both knew what our futures entailed … we knew that our world was going to ruin. But I decided at that moment that I would do something about it - I knew not what at the time but I asked my friend to accompany me along the way...
Without a second thought he scoffed and replied: “You? You of all people? What can you change? Our world is decaying, a foul disease envelops it. All I see is suffering and corruption. People view us as the scum of this world - we are treated worse than stray dogs. No one cares for us or the world! Ask yourself this question: ‘who cares’?” With those words he parted, words that stung like a wa
Six Word 17 - T'u'zTáplálj és élek,Six Word 17 - T'u'z11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
vízzel kínálsz meghalok.
Paint a Picture No. 31Betrayal at its worst kind of form that could be casted on any life breathing upon a once Graceland now turned into a black pit of vainness.Paint a Picture No. 3117 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a distance time, where the lands were slowly changing into command stomping ground of today, a mythos of realness and fiction were the words of lessons to young ears. Speak that to anyone, and the reply will come just as vivid and distorted as life today.
Know of the angel born on a sea cloud to parents who wanted nothing more but to love a child as their own. Out in the mountains under a bleakness dull blue sky, which looked down the village they lived, thriving, and becoming more. And in time, a child for them was given and with stimulation raised it as their own, for how long they wish to, but sadly long turned to be too short to last.
Blinded when coming upon their dream, became a nightmare, not for them, but the angel; what was to change a once long needed happiness morphed into a vast storm of greed. Love, was that curtailed little angel
Change, for the better.The past can make you think all weird and wonderful things,Change, for the better.21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The past can make you crazy,
It can also make you afraid to ever love again.
Sometimes you need others just to get you through,
Sometimes you need to save others in order to save yourself,
Other times you need to wipe the slate totally clean,
And become a whole new and different person.
Things can change your outlook and perspective on life,
Make you look at yourself,
Look at your friends and family in a whole new light.
Get to know different people,
Learn new things,
Change yourself for the better,
And stop being afraid!
Love like you have never loved before,
Live with no care,
Forgive the unforgivable and move on,
If not for you, then for the person you have become.
Why Must it Rain?A big gray cloud stares at me from above.Why Must it Rain?21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, what can I do? How should I react?
It doesn't matter; everything's going to be fine.
And to my surprise, it started raining. As simple as it seems, the shock from the self-declared implausible truth pierced right through me.
It was raining, what a surprise. Even though I knew all along what would happen, I still did nothing.
What should I do? The path in front of me leads somewhere, although it doesn't seem to stop raining there.
One thing's for sure, doing nothing won’t help.
So I start my run, my own race against this rain.
What a delightful surprise! The rain stopped.
Or so I though, until it started again, and this cycle repeated and repeated.
As I seem to forget the rain, I realize the answer.
I shan't seek refugee of the rain, the solution is to find happiness in it, and to give up any pains of the past.
What a beautiful conclusion, the answer is not to run away, but to confront reality and find happiness in it.
And at last, w
instrucciones para admirarLejos de caer en el cliché de la fascinación, me gustaría profundizar en los claroscuros de esta actividad.instrucciones para admirar1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tomemos un objeto, en el sentido amplio de la expresión. La elección no ha de ser un paso a saltar distraído, pues el análisis consecutivo ha de ser inspirado por diversas cualidades del mismo.
Cuando haya concluido el primer paso, pregúntese por qué. Focalícese en sus aspectos menos favorecedores. Enamórese de ellos. Intente contárselo a alguien que nunca haya conocido aquello referenciado.
No sin razones se encontrará con la imposibilidad de hacerlo claramente, pues la admiración ortodoxa bien instrumentada es aquella que intenta explicar el brillo de la luz a través de los espacios en los que proyecta sombra.