Poison bioname: poisonPoison bio7 hours 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.#177 hours 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 bio7 hours 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 bio7 hours 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 Journey11 hours 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.
Tsuki One piece Name: Tsuki NewgateTsuki One piece 11 hours 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
BPDA few days ago, I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder.BPD18 hours 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
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, Child23 hours 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
Diminuendo“Why did you quit band?” My friends would ask. Some were betrayed by my decision, some saddened.Diminuendo1 day 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..”
confessions full of jack 20I do not go to the hair dressers that often and I get my nails done only once in a while. Don't get me wrong; I do comb my hair every day, and care about being presentable. I do cut and file my nails regularly and put on nail polish if I feel like it. I just do not go to a place of business to get these things done to me. People think it is because I think badly of women who visit those places often. More than a few people have commented "Yes, you are not vain," to me after I told them I do not have such an habit; thinking they are actually paying me a compliment. I do not connect all hairdresser visits with being vain. Maybe I might connect it with conformity; conforming to the society's standards of how a woman should look like. But I am aware how hard it is to ignore those standards while trying to survive in this system. Women are expected to look nice. Well, no, not just expected; it is demanded of us. And it takes time to look nice. It takes even longer if you try to do it all onconfessions full of jack 202 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
On Gender Dysphoria“Why do you always dress like a boy?”On Gender Dysphoria2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Confused, I looked up from where I was pulling my shoes on. “I’m sorry?” I asked, frowning at my mum where she was washing dishes at the sink.
“You,” she said, turning to me and leaning back against the bench. “Why do you always insist on dressing like a boy?”
“I… don’t,” I replied hesitantly, still confused.
“Yes, you do. You’re always dressing like a boy, or wanting to. Why?”
Thinking for a moment, I remember Shaylah’s sixteenth birthday party, 60’s themed, which I’d wanted to attend as a classic gangster. Then, I remembered last weekend, when I’d gone to the Sugar City Comicon, dressed as Femlock, then looked down at myself now, wearing a black dress shirt and slacks for Film Friday of the school’s Spirit Week, probably the best, most entertaining week of the year. “Not really.”
“But you do! Why c
Sara's Stories: Nanook On The RoofSara's Stories | Episode 8: Nanook On The RoofSara's Stories: Nanook On The Roof2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's been a good while since I've posted a memoir story, and I thought of a good one.
Back in 1997 and 1998, I had to stay at a daycare while my parents were at work, and I would often bring a favorite toy of mine to play with and help me feel less lonesome. One day, I decided to take my plush Nanook the Husky (an original Ty Beanie Baby) with me to the daycare. All was going quite well for me and Nanook... until I went outside after lunch.
There was a boy in my class who wanted to borrow Nanook so he could play with him for a few minutes. ...I was actually rather reluctant to do so from the start, but to be fair to him, I said yes, as long as he would properly return Nanook to me when he was done.
Soon after I lent Nanook to that boy, he began tossing Nanook in the air and then catching him as he came back down. But unfortunately, he began walking close to the side of t
I Never Even Got to Say Goodbye (Marcello)Once upon a time, in Kindergarten, I had a friend. His name was Marcello. We were the best friends, as we would always play together, talk to each other, and, of course, get in trouble together. Then, one day, Marcello announced that he was moving. I saw him gather his stuff and walk out the door. It hit me hard. I felt as if I'd never see him again.I Never Even Got to Say Goodbye (Marcello)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Fortunately, I got his new address.
One day (I was in first grader at the time), I went to his new house. It felt really good seeing him again. We played Sonic and did a bunch of other random crap. I believe on that visit Marcello got scolded by his mom for complaining about something. I felt bad seeing him sad. Eventually, the bittersweet visit ended as I had to go home.
A little while later, something terrible happened.
My mother had heard from Marcello's mother that he and his father were in a car crash and had to go to the hospital. I was shocked. He could've been dead or something, for all I know.
It turned out that nothing serious ha
Fragments of the Day1Fragments of the Day2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I watched my mother tug the leash taut, pulling the dog back from the bushes, her body
slanted back, then pulled forward, until finally
she was triumphant. Walking the dog back to the house,
her face held a look of dignified frustration,
a look, I suddenly realized, she must have had sometimes for us, as kids.
Before me, my brother replicated one song from the Miles Davis record I had listened to
earlier that day, and then another. I was the Lucy at the piano, in awe of the way his fingers could go anywhere, roaming, and caught up in stillness for the songs he had just brought to life.
Depression AwarenessBecause apparently this week has been Depression Awareness week, I thought I would share something.Depression Awareness2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone who knows me knows that I love to share anecdotal stories about life. Not just my life, but stories I in which I may have played a small role or even only witnessed. They can be funny or serious, casual observations or emotionally charged. There are literally millions of stories which make up all of our lives. I just happen to enjoy sharing some of the ones that make up mine.
A number of years ago, I sliced my wrist open on a piece of broken Pyrex at work. Yes, it was an accident. I spent over six hours at the hospital, had plastic surgery to reconnect the artery and tendon which had been severed. I have a large scar on my right wrist (photos in my gallery), numbness and reduced function of my right hand. The occupational therapist sat me down to have a talk when I was nearing completely of my therapy. She wanted to talk about public per
21. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'12/7/7121. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Larry and Nancy had a real nice night together, they both seemed real happy the next morning. Nancy worried throughout the day how to tell Winnie about it, though she seemed to me to be satisfied with it and in good humor.
The more time that passes when I don't write in this journal the harder it is to do so! It'd be impossible to write all the events that have happened.
I've continued to think about many different things, and to struggle with the aspects of loneliness and such that I link with being single here. Some days ago I even found myself contemplating suicide in a mildly desperate way, thinking "If I can't live where I feel I'm learning the most and where I wish to be, and still escape the feeling of loneliness, then what am I to do?"
One night the Rockers smoked some "hog" which made us all very strange and we also decided it's destructive and not to smoke any more. Though I must admit a realization that
20. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'11/30/7120. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I just got very stoned and so confused at a council we were having that I had to just quit and come upstairs, too weirded out to approach anything with anyone. Can't write either. Feel afraid of everything. If only there was someone right here next to me to ask about all my fears.
Got a letter from my mom that said she moved away from the old home and dad to an apartment. That made me sad. Now the two of them are each living alone.
I feel like total weirdo, a machine, freaked out.
Feeling pretty good in a mellow, dreamy sort of way. Spent the morning and early afternoon getting a truckload of manure for a new compost heap with Larry, Pat and Laura. That was fun, talking to a few locals and seeing a new, to us, ranch.
There is a cold wind that speaks of more snow to land on us. When we got home I sat down with some bread and a new Time magazine. After a bit Mike put on a record, "Workingman's Dead," t
The History Of SloveniaThe history of SloveniaThe History Of Slovenia3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Slovenia was originally settled by Illyrian and Celtic peoples. It became part of the Roman Empire in the first century B.C.
The Slovenes were a south Slavic group that settled in the region in the 6th century A.D. During the 7th century, the Slavs established the state of Samu, which owed its allegiance to the Avars, who dominated the Hungarian plain until Charlemagne defeated them in the late 8th century.
When the Hungarians were defeated by the Turks in 1526, Hungary accepted Austrian Hapsburg rule in order to escape Turkish domination; the Hapsburg monarchy was the first to include all of the Slovene regions. Thus, Slovenia and Croatia became part of the Austro-Hungarian kingdom when the dual monarchy was established in 1867. Like Croatia and unlike the other Balkan states, it is primarily Roman Catholic.
From as early as the 9th century, Slovenia had fallen under foreign rulers, including partial control by Bavarian dukes and the Republic of V
Groundwork for the next page.I said I would try to write every day the mundane and not-mundane things that occurred. Unfortunately this didn't happen. I've found a category that seems to suit this type of "literature." I put that in quotation marks because I'm not a writer. Here's some back story and some character info that didn't make it into my diary.Groundwork for the next page.3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bren was a very close friend of mine. His name is not actually Ben or Bren, give me some credit. At the point where my entries begin, I have been living with him for a month. I left because of a falling out with my parents, due to health problems I had no control over. I was dealing with near constant bouts of nausea, and they'd send me into panics. I couldn't eat or drink, so I became very constipated, and my system seemed to be coming to a halt. I had a panic attack late at night, when my parent's had gone to bed and when they found me they told me to shut up. I felt like I was dying and they cared more about sleeping. After a night of no sleep, I went to the do
Saturday, July 21st, 2012 2:30 AM Bren's houseHello. It's about time I started over. As much as I loved my old diary, and as much as it has saved me, every time I accessed it I was entranced by the past versions of myself. I was constantly being dragged down by them. I can't continue my life with all of that there, behind the previous pages. I sealed it off in hopes that I will never again look at it or what's inside it.Saturday, July 21st, 2012 2:30 AM Bren's house3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I know that in the near future I will not have time to write in you as often as I did in the old one. Hopefully I will not ever find myself too distressed so that I would have to write anything. Or perhaps I will try to write in here every day, simply to log events or non-events as they occur. Maybe if I write every feeling or fear I have, my stress levels will decrease.
I'll start today, Events: I stayed up all night the previous night. Cute cable installation dude installed tv. I woke up around 3:00PM. Bren left for work. Plumber fixed leak under sink. I gave him the money for it. Cable dude left s