Diminuendo“Why did you quit band?” My friends would ask. Some were betrayed by my decision, some saddened.Diminuendo3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Every time, I would change it: the director was disagreeable, I wanted to do other things, it took up too much time, etc.
Every time, I would think of the moments, the emotions I thought I could handle.
But they became too heavy, too much, too painful.
i. Air conditioned rooms were a luxury after hours under the summer sun, even if the room was just a small practice room. We had new music to learn after all.
I was excited, why wouldn’t I? New music were like new books, new adventures.
Then the sheet was plopped onto the stand in front of me.
It made no sense whatsoever.
“Let’s play it together!” The bubbly teacher would say, her tone more appropriate for kindergartners.
I looked around the room, wondering why I was the only one who couldn’t get past one measure.
“Maybe I wasn’t as good as I thought..”
Memories I was excited. Plastic continually crinkled in my fidgeting fingers. Dad couldn’t open the door fast enough. Stark black handle against the white screen door. Click of the handle. Creaking protest if the hinges. Metallic clinking of keys against the shiny metal doorknob. My little sister whining behind us. I danced impatiently from foot to foot on the dirty and worn welcome mat, tucked between my dad and the screen door. I could see my breath. A softer creak as the back door swung inward.Memories13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The tile floor groaned under our weight. I darted past Dad, kicking my boots off. Behind us, the screen door closed with a SSSSSSSSS, clunk! My feet slapped on the tiles, past the white refrigerator with the freezer door I could still fit underneath. Soft, blue carpet of the dining room. Light splashing the wall from the small, stained-glass chandelier. Wallpaper I watched Mom put up. The wooden table, covered in scratches and aged. Past the hall a
Child, ChildOnce there was a little girl. She was small, with long brown hair and deep-set brown eyes and always smiled at everything. Her mother was an average sized woman with long brown hair and not-so-deep brown eyes, whose entire world was her daughter. Her father was an average sized man with short brown hair, and wild, wide gray eyes.Child, Child2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The little girl’s father had some problems he couldn’t handle, however, and the mother took her daughter away, to live on their own in a small apartment. They didn’t have very many things, because they were rather poor, and the little girls mother worked very hard to make sure her daughter had enough to eat and a few toys to play with. But even though there was no television or expensive toys, the girl was happy to live there with her mother. She knew that since her mother loved her more than anything, it would be okay. They had a routine: every morning the little girl would eat breakfast, go to preschool or grandma’s house, and her mot
Tsuki One piece Name: Tsuki NewgateTsuki One piece 2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nickname: Tsu-Chan & colombe (by Sanji)
Age: 19 and 22
Date of Birth: May 3 (bull)
Blood Type: AB-
Height: 1m60 & 1m65
Love with Ace and Sanji
Love of Ace, Sanji
~ ~ Status
Affiliation: Boat Crew & white beard Mugiwara
Position: Lookout & Tailor
"daughter of a white beard" [Shirohige no musume]
"Princess of the wind"
• before: 250,000,000
• after: 350million
White Barbe (Father)
Powers ~ ~
Devil fruit: Kaza kaze no mi (Fruit of the wind)
List of Capacities:
~ Are little body turn into wind
~ Her little fly hovering (much like Sanji)
~ Superhuman speed
~ Haki of armament and observation
~ Not cool or heat up the wind
~ Strong wind (knocks enemies turn)
~ Mighty wind (the wind on his enemies)
~ Hot breath (breath a hot wind)
~ Freeze breath (breath a cold wind)
~ Kick powerful (gives a powerful kick)
Attacks at risk:
~ Tornado (creates two big tornado that engulfed a bo
YesteryearWhy do we long for the things we left behind in the past? Of roses plucked and tucked away within the pages of a favourite book, only to fall into your lap years later when old stories and memories seem larger than the promise of future.Yesteryear1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Is it wrong to turn back and wonder and linger a bit on the past? To breathe in the air of yesteryear, graze lonely fingers upon the walls that have seen and heard it all, and steal a moment from time.
Our old melodies are the sweetest… happy, yet bittersweet. When love is young, and so is the world, every small heartbreak feels like the end of the road; yet the only thing that doesn't end is regret… of words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Tales of a Grandmother Part One: The Grocery StoreThe word “grandmother, granny, grandma,” or other such names used to describe one’s parent’s parent, often provokes images of a sweet old lady, wearing an apron and making chocolate chip cookies from scratch. This, however, is not always the case, as such with my mother’s mother.Tales of a Grandmother Part One: The Grocery Store18 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Granny, as we called her, was born in 1912. I always remembered the year she was born because it was the same year the Titanic sank. She was 18 when the Great Depression started but she never knew it. Being born and raised on farm money was always rare, so being broke was nothing new.
I tell you this because I feel it would better help you understand her behavior if you knew just a little about the hard life she led. Moreover, you should know, Granny was what one would consider a “wild child,” even by today’s standard. She had her first child out of wedlock, my aunt Janie, and never revealed who the father was, not even to Aunt Janie. This was a secret she took w
ConfusedI'm really confused like.Confused19 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I know I am a girl. I'm born a girl and I prefer female pronouns and all but sometimes I just feel like I'm not myself in that kind of way.
There are times when I wish to have a flat chest, look like a guy, be masculine and all. Dress like a punk and just be crazy. But then there are times when I feel really feminine and love cute stuff, Lolita fashion, soft classical music etc and all that.
Idk really, I remember as a child standing in front of the mirror would make me feel confused. I've even had people mistaken me for a boy, so I never liked my face and appearance. And since it was pre puberty I still had a really flat chest. I remember standing in front of the mirror in my towel just covering my lower part of the body feeling like a boy. But then just moving it covering my now female parts would make me feel girly. I remember wanting to be a boy at times because I hated myself so much. I can still find myself in front of the mirror making my chest fl
Poison bioname: poisonPoison bio1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
favorite food: humans
likes: poisoning humans and using their bones to make jewelery
dislikes: when her next meal tries to escape
personality: she is the loner type besides for being with her sister Unee
myth: none she is pretty much like a shadow
hair: short covering one of her eyes. black hair
outfit: she wears a black dress and a necklace made out of human bones
abilities: she loves to poison humans and she has different types of poisons
#17I went to the desert to forget about you.#171 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But the sand was the colour of your hair.
The midnight sky was the colour of your eyes.
The never-ending landscape was the depth of your mind.
I hid in the forest to get away from you.
But your tunes were in the breeze that kept the nights warm.
Your words were in the rustling of the leaves under my feet.
Your songs were in the air that filled my lungs.
I waded into the waters to wash you away.
But the waters rushed around me like the arms that held me when I was alone.
The salty air threatened to confused my lungs like the nights I was not alone.
The currents pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled.
Me and you.
And then I realise,
There is nowhere I can go that wouldn’t be (without) you.
Unee bioname: UneeUnee bio1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
favorite food: peaches
likes: making friends and visiting Socho
dislikes: hunters on the island she lives on
personality: she is very kind but she tends to hide from humans
myth: she is very evil and will eat you if you get on her island
hair: white with one of her eyes covered. her hair is long
outfit: she wears a white dress with a flower pattern that is baby blue. she also wears a flower crown with poppies,roses,tulips, etc
eyes: her eyes are light blue
Socho bioname: SochoSocho bio1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
age: around 20
favorite food: humans
likes: when humans fear him
personality: he is mostly alone so not much is known about him
myth: once a villager goes in the forest they are never seen or heard from again
hair: his hair is choppy and a little spiky on the back of his head . his hair is short and red
outfit:he only wears a shirt which is torn around his stomach
The JourneyMine was a struggle and a swim against the current, up the stream of steady rocks and breaks. I found myself there.The Journey2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Upon the cliff above me, cascaded like a blanket of beauty down into the water which drove me backwards was a sweet and beautiful giant. Her majesty hidden in a river of rainbows and sparkling flashes, the thunder of her song, that same thunder that had driven me forward. That was her voice.
Had I not taken the journey. I perhaps would have missed this view, for the great falls of water had been hidden behind the trees. Only from the river could you truly see her grace.
Yes... this journey was worth the effort. Perhaps another was in store.
BPDA few days ago, I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder.BPD2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Frankly I’m still struggling with what this means.
It’s hard not to feel like my personality has been wiped away and I’ve been placed in a category – I feel like this label defines me.
Someone made a seriously insensitive joke today about me being special ed, and it was completely unrelated, but instead of being offended by it because it is ignorant of the plight and struggle of those that do suffer retardation, I feel like I am “special ed”. I feel like this disorder makes me retarded, mentally disabled, a weirdo. Sick and different to everyone else. I felt like today, that joke was made at my expense. It’s different from being told that you have depression, anxiety, anorexia – I know all of those things. I knew and felt those things before some smarmy doctor behind a mahogany desk signed away his confirmation on it. With BPD, it was a total shock.
When I used to read
Cracks in the Prophecy Chapter 3 "Come on Star!Your taking forever!I wanna get there before sunset!!"Comet screamed at Star as she was climbing some big rocks not far from the house.Star felt nothing calm about Comet from the way she talked and treated everyone.Star pulled herself over the rocks and quickly got to Comet's side.Comet was looking around not noticing Star's presence.Cracks in the Prophecy Chapter 312 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We still got some more ground to cover,come on Star we can ask Uncle Jin if he knows where The Night Crawler's base is,"Comet growled.Star froze in her tracks as soon as she heard the word "Jin".
"Jin.....why does that name sound so familiar?Have I met him before?"Star thought.Comet stopped and looked at Star.Her face was cold and stern as she looked at her foster sister.
"Star.....come on....you can think about whatever your thinking about later,"Comet explained turning head away and walking off.
"How can I when I feel like hes important to me.....that he means