Chronicle of a Past WinterThere has been only a few moments in my life where I have truly felt alive. The following bit of writing is a small chronicle detailing one of those events:Chronicle of a Past Winter2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Four years ago this December, I was a very different person than the person who sits here writing this today. I was 16 and a junior at a local high school. I was skinny as a twig after lots of weight in during the previous year.
The year had been up and down. I had fallen in and out of love with a girl who was more confusing than a rubik's cube. A month after our break up, I lost my grandpa. He had always been an inspiration to me and he had always shown me how powerful knowledge really can be. I want to be the kind of man he was and I will never forget the impact he had on my life. Somehow in all of it I managed to stay sane and grind my way through day-by-day and month-by-month.
The first four months of school flew by fast. My Chinese improved rapidly as I took up as a teacher's assistant with my Chinese teacher. I was att
Cat, out of the bagHello, friends of friends!Cat, out of the bag2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm :iconcopper9lives: — AKA Catherine, Cat, Copper, Cfisch, and various other sobriquets. I'm a proud redhead, veterinarian, crazy cat lady, and lifelong devotee of the sea.
In all things, I seek balance. I'm friendly, talkative, and love to be generous. I also tend to overcommit myself. Ah, well.
Aging by copper9lives
I take photographs (because I cannot draw):
Lake Interference by copper9livesPurple Mountain Majesty by copper9livesElkhorn by copper9livesGriffin by copper9livesDiffidence by copper9livesGlowing Forest by copper9livesThe Horseshoe Falls by copper9livesEscher by copper9livesSuncatcher by copper9livesStatement by copper9livesLonely by copper9livesClose by copper9livesComplimentary Colors by copper9lives
And I dabble
dos.Was bisher geschah? Fassen wir einmal die Ereignisse zusammen. Schön der Reihe nach. Das ist die Geschichte von Julia Jubel und Grosha Griesgram. Julia Jubel hiess Julia zum Vornamen, weil sie so schön war und Jubel zum Nachnamen, weil alle in Jubel ausbrachen wegen ihrer Schönheit. Grosha Griesgram hiess zum Vornamen Grosha; dies war eigentlich ein Fehler, denn es war der Nachname seiner Eltern. Da er aber den Nachnamen seiner Familie schon im Vornamen verbraucht hatte, musste ein neuer Nachname her. Und da er seiner angebeteten Julia so viel Gram bereitete, wurde er Griesgram genannt. Er war ein erbitterter Verfechter einer verlorenen Welt.dos.1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Der Held verreist mit der Angebeteten für kurze Zeit – zwei Tage und zwei Nächte – in einen Winterferienort. Es ist das Paradies für ihn, wenn er sie vierundzwanzig Stunden am Tag um sich herum flattern haben kann. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt weiss sie allerdings noch nichts von seinen Gefühlen; es ist aber m
The SunflowerMy grandpa had a gardenThe Sunflower1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was the most magical thing I had ever known
And is probably the reason I love nature so much now
When I was little, he would take me outside to his fields, where rows of beautiful flowers, plump tomatoes, and so much more were planted in straight rows. Behind that was a green patch where an Indian tribe had made their home for what seemed like a very, very long time. We found arrow heads scattered almost everywhere, and even the occasional bone or two. Nearly all of my childhood memories resided in his yard. Well, either there or his kitchen. But thats a different story
I remember going to the store with him, hand in hand. We picked out seeds for the years crops. He would get the seeds packs he needed, and I got the seeds packs that had pictures I didn't know, because "I wanted to see every plant that ever existed." My words exactly. My grandpa would laugh and tell me there was way to many plants for that kind of dream, but I still wanted to try. I had always
The rise and fall of FishlFingerFishlfinger made his account 4 months ago, He had one goal, to become a artist, but he did not have the skills. So he decided to use his current art skills to make art. Day after Day he gained followers, accumulating about 15. It was a great rise until he got into a argument. He drew karkat and it was good. He then was scared, terrified even. He went to sleep knowing he was going to be a good artist. The next day his artist skills were gone, but he was sicken by his previous art, like he was a different person. He took to purging his art, putting it into storage. Which only he will know of his sin. He will be back, when he has atleast some art skills.The rise and fall of FishlFinger2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Captain's Log, Entry One This is my story. It shall include a bit of fantasy, a bit of creativity, and a bit of real life. Just like me.Captain's Log, Entry One 2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Captain's Log, Entry One.
Today, 5 things happened in my life.
1, I realized I was not alone. I have family and friends who support me.
2, I am a derp. Maybe it is the awkward phase that I am passing through. Or maybe I will stay awkward for the rest of my days. I certainly hope not, although it is possible.
3, I was spat upon by a Candyfluffle . He was not pleased with me, and I really do have rainbow-stained hands.
D, I realized life is so short. Too short. I believe that even though life is short, and it is not as long as ALL OF THE FUTURE AND ALL OF THE PAST and that every second is fleeting and a passing vapor in the wind. ( I get too poetic) So, I know now that I need to make the most o
So Now This is HomeThis is someplace new againSo Now This is Home15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
and it's hot and empty and dirty
The voices are quieter here,
the air is stagnant
But the stillness is a relief
And I put on my bravest heart
and drag the sheets to the floor
Just like a campout
Like an adventurer
sleeping in the wild abyss
The moon high above through the window
and there are spiders in the garden
Oh this is someplace new
Ill fitting like new shoes
And I cry because the old places are gone
And I also cry because I am happy they are gone
and maybe this time
It will be better
And I fall asleep
on my eyelashes
Price 3 i 4PRIČA BROJ 3 – TRI DANA KADA SE U ZAGREBU OSKUPILO PREKO 14 TISUĆA OSOBA NA JEDNOM VAŽNOM SKUPUPrice 3 i 42 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Moja obitelj i ja smo Jehovini svjedoci. Svim Jehovinim svjedocima su važni veliki skupovi koji se održavaju tri puta godišnje. Jedan od njih se održava u ljetnim mjesecima i traje tri dana. Taj skup zovemo regionalni kongres Jehovnih svjedoka (do prije nekog vremena se zvao oblasni kongres Jehovinih svjedoka). Na njemu prisustvuju Jehovini svjedoci iz jedne države ili jednog dijela neke države. Ponekad se regionalni kongresi organiziraju tako da su na njih pozvani i delegati iz drugih zemalja te se isti govori iznose na jezicima delegata koji su pozvani da prisustvuju tom skupu. To su međunarodni kongresi Jehovinih svjedoka. U Zagrebu se redovito, svake godine, održavaju regionalni kongresi i na njima prisustvuje oko četiri tisuće osoba. Također, u Zagrebu se održao i jedan međunarodni kongres, a na
Cocaine Cowgirl Bookhttps://www.lulu.com/shop/charlotte-saillant/cocaine-cowgirl/hardcover/product-21729747.htmlCocaine Cowgirl Book1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Link to my book cocaine cowgirl
A little bit about my book:
Its an autobiography about how I've lived, survived and struggled with a drug addiction for over 5 years.
If you know anyone with a drug addiction or have one yourself, please consider taking a look.
I'm promoting my book because I'm trying to touch as many lives as i can in order to help people like me get through their struggles.
If you're interested in a copy, let me know by note and I will definitely hook you up.
Tattoo Book IntroIn the decade I've been imersed in the tattoo culture and the half decade I've been getting tattooed, I've learned a lot of things; not only about the business and the art of tattoos, but about people and life in general.Tattoo Book Intro2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I've learned tattoo techniques from all over the world-Europe, America and even the Pacific region of the world. I've learned to have a respect for this beautiful and challenging art form that I don't think I would have discovered if not for the wonderful artists and not so great artists I have met throughout my travels. So much of my life is incased in my skin, through pigments I can tell a story or say nothing at all. To me, that's power.
I've made long lasting friendships through tattoos, and I've built the most amazing family because of this amazing artform. We're not only united in our hearts and souls, but in our skin as well. We can take one another wherever we go and be able to enjoy our loved ones when they can't be with us.
Never judge anyone by a tattoo the
Bawling BrawlYou're a bully. A pathetic nuisance like any other.Bawling Brawl13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
From an early age, you slammed me down,
and I didn't even realize that it was you doing it.
You were subtle and I wasn't being strong because I didn't have a reason to be.
I got sick of you fast. I refused you.
You don't deserve to be a part of my life.
And you think I'll forgive you?
No matter how many times you ask,
plead, beg, cry, whine, scream, and yell,
you will never be a part of me because
I am stronger than you,
I am wiser than you, and
I can play your game.
You want to kill me.
You hate me. Now?
I hate you.
I want you dead.
I choose to live.
I choose to fight.
I want you dead.
He's gone...Rest In Peace: Flavius Ervin BensonHe's gone...15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Died July 24th while sleeping around 11 PM
Went peacefully, which is all I could ask for
My parent for most of my life
And my best friend
I hope you're doing well
I love you
UntitledIt's been while. It's been a long while since I have added a story. Anyone out there miss me?Untitled18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
More stories to come.
SummerHeavy eyelids shield against the harsh light from the lamp post. The loud humming of the air conditioner threatens to drown out all thoughts, all sound. I should be outside. The days pass through sweat-drenched shirts and cranky muscles. It will be my birthday soon; I don't write lists anymore. The hot, humid days spent indoors weigh down my eyelids, drive me to slumber. I fall asleep dreaming of our last minute vacation; we will be under the sky, the stars. A stroll under the sun is all that wakes me up, sometimes. I have already lost track of summer.Summer21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Good RiddanceAs a child, I wasn’t incredibly smart, but I did well enough. I’d been having trouble learning my multiplication tables, so my mother had gotten a tutor for me. After that, I’d done well learning my multiplication tables thanks to the elderly tutor. I was happy and proud of myself. I showed off a little when I had to recite the multiplication tables; standing up straight and speaking clearly and promptly when the teacher asked me what five times eight was. That had been one of my worst ones, but I had remembered it with no problem. My tutor used a multiplication wheel that had a number in the middle and showed different numbers each time it was spun. It made me nervous, but as I got better, it became kind of fun. Eventually, with the wheels, I memorized my times tables up to twelve, which amazed me and made my mom happy and relieved. I even learned division after working at it for a while, though it wasn’t as fun as multiplication. One day my mom drove me to myGood Riddance2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A Stroll Through Memory Lane Today, the day before. It's all been defeat. I have everything, I know everyone, yet, I'm alone with nothing. No one to say, "Hey, you are like the reason I wake up, the one I miss even when I'm right next to you". It sickens me how scum get to live righteous while the ones who fight for justice suffer and are pitied. Is it 'White Knight Syndrome'? Is it just me? No. It can't be. I look around, see these things that go one during the day. I've concluded I would just like to love everyone, enjoy others' company, and just live peacefully. The grim reality of it is, I sit alone, abandoned. Incessantly tortured by the ghosts of my past. The fallout rains, sprinkling my flesh with the radiation of self-hate. Destruction hungrily consumes everything around me. People that I care about being pushed away, dying, or leaving. In the end, they always leave. Promises are made to come back to save me, to save me from bleeding out. Too bad, I believed the lie. All of this has come to pass untA Stroll Through Memory Lane2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Destruction of JourneyMy friend bought a game for another friend who ended up betraying us. So as a sort of pay back we destroyed the game Journey. She only got this game to please our other friend, but since we had broken the friendship we saw no reason to keep it.The Destruction of Journey3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So we threw the game over the roof of her RV. The game had come out of it's case, resting on top of it. It seemed to be saying "Just hurry up and get it over with." We then proceeded to start playing Frisbee with it. It still wasn't broken so we put it on the ground and started throwing a large rock at it. It was very dented and a small piece had fallen off. We took the small piece and put it in the sewer.
We then started debating about whether we should start trying to get it stuck in a tree. We decided to sink it in a small pond in the park. We threw it in the middle and decided that if it came to the side we would give the ex-friend the game. We decided later that night that that may be a bit harsh. We then waited until morning to go g
PictureAs a little girl, I enjoyed Zhu Zhu Pets and was excited for when the DS game came out. My mom and I went to gamestop in the mall and I saw the game of the zhu zhu pets! But, I saw a different game next to it. I felt a warm and happy feeling when I saw this game. A man with a top hat and a little boy with a pocket watch in his hand. Something I have never seen, the character design whimsical and the detailed background was astounding my eyes glimmered but my mother said "Now, now, Alexandra... You can only get one game. The Zhu zhu pets or this game."Picture3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was disappointed but mom was right, a game I wanted for a long time now or one I bearly knew. I went with the Zhu zhu pets and as soon as we got home I turned on my DS and then, I saw Black Lantern Studios and I felt the same warm and happy feeling when I saw the game called "Professor Layton" back at game stop.
Zhu zhu pets was a fun game! I played it until it was 9:30 PM and I dreamt that there was a castle in the sky and