Descriptive PortraitureYour eagerness to begin our first day together, in person, was as bright and warm as the golden California sunshine that crept playfully into your window. You waited to wake me only for as long as you could stand to, then tousled my hair and spoke to my jetlag-stricken self in singsong until I stirred.Descriptive Portraiture2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Your own dark brown tresses, unbrushed, fell flawlessly around your face and onto your pajamas-clad shoulders as you responded to a few e-mails on your laptop. The contrast between your skin and hair in the light of dawn was absolutely striking. In mid-dress, I whipped out my camera and sneaked a picture. You mock-fumed when you heard the shutter click.
"Don't worry," I reassured you. "I won't post it anywhere."
But I did, and thank goodness you were forgiving. It was too perfect not to share. Even my smarting eyes could tell that your face had expressed the utmost sense of joy and serenity.
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That blue-and-white-striped Hollister shirt had been a staple in your wardrobe for ne
Pokemon listAPokemon list20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Basculin (has 2 forms)
[Mega Charizard X]
[Mega Charizard Y]
diez.Stellen Sie sich vor, Sie sitzen in einer feinen Runde am Tisch und der Salat wird serviert. Sie nehmen das Messer in die rechte Hand und die Gabel in die linke – wenn Sie könnten. Aber der linke Arm gehorcht Ihnen nicht. Schlaff baumelt er an Ihrer Seite nach unten wie der Ärmel einer Jacke, welche über die Stuhllehne hängt. Er lässt sich nicht bewegen. Obschon es sich für eine solche Gesellschaft nicht gehört, nehmen Sie die Gabel in die rechte Hand und spiessen das erste Salatblatt auf. Offenbar haben Sie ein medizinisches Problem, welches Sie aber zuerst selber in Ruhe ansehen möchten, bevor Sie mit anderen darüber sprechen und womöglich Fragen auftauchen, die Sie nicht beantworten können.diez.4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In diesem Moment fühlen Sie, wie Ihr linker Arm ausgestreckt nach oben wandert, und im nächsten Augenblick sitzen Sie da wie ein Schüler, der im Unterricht artig die Hand hochhält, bevor er zu schwatzen beginnt. Aber
31. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'4/25/7231. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A lot is getting together on the chicken coop now. Winnie has been the main one working on it with me, after the post holes were dug (Binjo and Larry helped on those) and Nancy and Vicki have helped too. I'm well into working on it now. It's fun to work with Winnie, though sometimes I feel a crazy competition streak and have silent contests to be able to drive a nail as fast as he can--which is not a bad goal, but little silly since he's got about a thousand more nails hammered behind him than I do. I get better at it all the time though.
Have been working on embroidery in the tipi for Winnie's and Mary's birthdays, but other than that my energy isn't spread out much on other things.
I went upstairs to Pat's bed just to relax, and was watching John play with Molly across the way, and I drifted into thoughts about how it must be really something to have a kid around from part you and part from a man you love or have loved. Then I thought
30. The True Journal of Fake 'Communist'4/9/7230. The True Journal of Fake 'Communist'15 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Soon to go feed Mike H's animals, pick up some manure, etc. Another warm, sunny day. Larry and Jo got it on--she was up here for two days and wonder of wonders, they got around to telling each other they like each other and sleeping together and having fun. I think it's really great. Larry told the story a few times--he is quite happy and somewhat wired about the whole affair. As Pat said, he's a heavy romantic!
Had a women's meeting last night. Talked mainly about Stephanie's trouble with Binjo, how Binjo wants to get it on with Pat. Steph let out some tears and talk of her frustration with her anger, because though she feels she must have a distance from Binjo, she feels afraid of pushing him away further, and sees herself as just being cold and creepy. Her anger against Pat upsets her because it isn't entirely reasonable and Pat is always understanding, and she's not sure what to do about that.
The meeting depressed me to the
Day 5: A perfect dayDay five: A perfect day.Day 5: A perfect day18 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I remember the last time I got drunk. It was a good day. A perfect day. Until I got drunk. It was two months ago, but I remember it like it all happened yesterday. I was enjoying my well-deserved Summer vacation. It was 30 degrees, there were music festivals to visit every weekend and I had just fallen madly in love with an amazing woman. She had to work a lot, but we spend as much time together as her busy schedule would let us. I was living the good life, one fine day after another.
It was a Wednesday, nine weeks ago today, that was set for perfection and I almost nailed it. I woke up early, had a great breakfast and ran a good 10km lap. I was reading a good book in the afternoon sunshine, eating grapes and drinking coffee. I went to meet my girlfriends kids for the 1st time and although we were all nervous, we ended up having a great time. She was relieved, the kids were enjoying themselves and I was just really happy I didn’t screw up. meeting her kid
29. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'11/12/7229. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I've been dong well lately, general just-rollin-along mood. There was a night a few nights ago when I was a step or two from feeling real tragic. I'd been blue all evening and tripped on it--feeling stupid, nasty and desperate. And feeling like I am probably known as a sort of typical 'old maid,' I've been single here so long. I said absurd things to try for attention. I just felt avoided.
Finally I brought it up at the table with Vicki and David and Winnie and Nancy. I was embarrassed and didn't look anyone in the eye while I said how I felt, and that if I were in a couple, my mate wouldn't probably known and asked me, and not have me spell it out.
So folks said they could tell I was in a bad place. David said that he often feels it when I'm getting bummed out (Vicki said he mentions it to her at such times) and he said he would henceforth ask me what was wrong.
Nancy said, in regards to me being single here, that she kn
Inseparable The two became inseparable that summer. Tiffany met Charlie after Christmas break when he arrived as the new kid at her school. A few months later Charlie's older brother Phil joined him. The boys moved to the area from their mom's house in the Twin Cities. Tiffany had taken a small liking to Charlie's older brother Phil. Once school let out in May, she began spending time at their dad Pete's trailer. One night, sitting around smoking cigarettes and watching the Kiss movie, Detroit Rock City, Tiffany stood up.Inseparable3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I have to pee," she said as she made her way towards the end of the trailer. Charlie acknowledged her while Phil's eyes followed her down the hall.
"Knock, knock," Phil said, standing on the other side of the bathroom door.
Tiffany opened the door, and then continued to wash her hands.
"Have to go, too?" she asked.
"Nope," he said, locking the door behind him.
"Well, then what do you want?"
"You," he said.
Phil started kissing Tiffany on the neck. She
A short summary of my lifeA short summary of my life15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The worst thing about everyone including your parents hating you for your beliefs is deep down it makes you feel like a bad person on the inside.
A short summary of my life, by Ihatebeingmale
It took me a while to actually start writing this story, partially because all the life changing moments that have occurred couldn't possibly all be summarised into one story because there's so many of them, but mostly because I dread to go back there. I hate a lot of things, in fact I'd go as far as to say I hate everything, but if there's one thing that truly stands out, it's my past. God knows I would do anything to get severe amnesia. No living thing should have to feel the pain I have felt in the past. Just knowing that these things have crossed my life is a torture more foul than any pain inducing contraption any human has ever come up with.
One thing I learned from my life is how utterly helplessly screwed the human race is as a society. Wanna be truly open minded? Give up, yo
Clandestine Adventures“This is a bad idea. A really bad idea.” I said. “Stop worrying.” Marc said casually.Clandestine Adventures1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We crouched underneath a small fence in the moonlight, apartment blocks all around us. A police car drove past slowly, for the second time. “He knows we’re here!” I hissed. Marc laughed quietly and said, “Bullshit.” I scowled and stayed down. The cruiser didn’t come back.
We got up slowly and resumed our moonlit walk, striding purposefully but warily down the street. “This is an awful lot of risk for energy drinks.” I said, worrying. Marc laughed again and said, “You and I both know that this isn’t about the energy drinks.” I frowned, partially out of worry, partially because I knew he was right.
Ten tense minutes later, we had finally reached the gas station and headed inside. We both had our hoods up. Rajhish, the Indian man at the c
PorrosPorros.Porros1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dicen que fueron ellos.
Osea, es como que la gente tiene el concepto de que los porros son como una banda de supervillanos que van por la vida entrando en las casas de la gente a beberse sus cervezas, arrancar sus intestinos y violar a sus hijas.
No, no fueron ellos.
Será mejor que cuente la historia desde el principio:
Mi hermano siempre sonreía. Siempre. No había cosa de la que no se riera. Era increíble. Increíblemente insoportable.
Yo siempre sacaba buenas notas, y cuando llegaba a casa, mis padres me echaban la bronca porque “podía sacar más de un 8”, mientras que él, que no subía de cuatro y medio, siempre se llevaba algún helado o algún premio de consolación de cualquier tipo. “Pobrecito, con lo que estudió, y fíjate, no se desanima por suspender, sino que sigue sonriente, siempre sonriente”.
¡Maldito farsante! Se metía
Toxic.The room is dark, illuminated only by the light coming from the screen of my laptop. Silent, other than the constant tip-tapping of pail blue (chipped) nails rapidly tapping against keys. I sit there, with an almost blank look on my face, save from my eyes being slightly narrowed. A slave to the screen, as they say. I pause, glancing at the last messege I was about to send;Toxic.16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
'Nah.', just one simple word in response of her request to be left alone. Just one simple word to provoke her further. One simple word among the many, many other offensive messages she'd been recieving from me recently.
Well. Don't get my wrong, I don't mean any of what i'm saying to her. It's just that, with her ignoring me, I had quickly found that there was to be no forgiving on her behalf, and the only way to make her talk to me was to provoke her. Simple as that. But after a while of the prominent lack of her response, i'd started to find it... fun, in a way. Fun to imagine how hurt she might be. Almost all at
Her First Day The waiting room deepens and becomes a sort of prison for the impatient; the hallways seem like fluorescent tubes leading to no end. Hypersensitivity kicks in and one begins to notice that the woman across from them is chewing gum loud enough to wake everyone in the still of the hospital environment. The sickly clean scent of hand sanitizer and bleached bedclothes penetrates everything it touches, including the clothes and hair of everyone who steps foot here. Someone rushes past with a wailing newborn and immediately the heart starts racing. “Maybe its mine…” But they rush on and that awful sensitivity to everything sets back in. This was my experience after my third sibling being born, and I still couldn’t stand waiting in that room to see her.Her First Day18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Earlier on that July morning, I woke up to my mother outside of my door talking on the phone to one of her friends. Absent-mindedly, I rolled over and hoped to goodness that she wasn’t g
St. FrancisA scrawny, long haired kitten came into my life in early 2014 while it was still freezing temperatures. My uncle went to pick up a towel in a pub parking lot. She came hauling ass out of it, straight to his truck. The frightened kitten hitched a ride under the hood to my previous residence, my grandma’s house. She came out and hid behind the wood stacked high and neat on the front porch. When grandma brought her in, I almost instantly fell in love. I named her Francis because she was meek and prissy. The fact that I used to know someone named Francis didn’t even dawn on me until months later.St. Francis2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I dated him in San Diego. I only remember one actual date. He took me to the beach and a Buddhist garden. We sat in a secluded, round area with a tree in the middle that was dedicated to Saint Francis. Very sincerely, he told me that I should go to college and be a psychologist. Right afterwards, he ended our short relationship. It broke my heart, but I did not dwell over the person as
Please do notCause journal is occupied.Please do not2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm very sensitive toward hunging by the neck and animals being killed.
Please don't show these stuff to me again...
Artistic or not, please don't show me how you draw your animal character hunged to death.
Bump in the RoadIt all started on a Monday. Labor Day to be exact. After my first week of college. At five in the morning I found myself on the floor of my dorm room unable to breath or answer my roommates question if I was okay. After about a minute or two I let out a groan. “My back” I was able to moan to my roommate Melania. “I’ll go get the RA” she said and she ran to go get Xavier, our RA.” I stared back up at my lofted bed six feet above me. I was still able to move my legs, feet and toes, but I could barely talk. Soon two RA’s and Drake Security surrounded me. I could not cry or drink the water Melania gave me. “We have to bring in the medics,” said one of the Drake Security officers and so they did. After the longest five minutes of my life, two Des Moines fire department medics were in the doorway with a gurney. My already small enough dorm room was becoming very crowded. One medic took my pulse and had me sit up; the other grabbed the botBump in the Road3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This