zehn.Gras wuchs über die Geschichte und im nächsten Schultheater spielte ich einen Zwerg. Julia war sogar meine Zwergenmutter. Nein, das stimmt nicht. Ich spielte einen Schüler, welcher einen Zwerg spielt und Julia war meine Schülermutter, während meine biologische Mutter, wie das heisst, zu Hause sass und mir ein Zwergenkostüm nähen musste. Eine Zwergenmutter gab es nicht. Zwerge springen ja bekanntlich aus Löchern im Boden. Es war ein Theater im Theater und unser Lehrer hatte das ganze Stück selber geschrieben. Ausser die Musik, das war der Singlehrer. Wir, das heisst „Juläää“ und ich, hatten beide nur eine Nebenrolle, dennoch leisteten wir einen entscheidenden Beitrag. Wir mussten nämlich einen Gag schauspielern, von dessen Gelingen die subtile Wirkung des ganzen Stückes abhängig war. Der Witz bestand darin, dass mir die Hosen herunterrutschten und Julia sie mir wieder hochziehen musste. Diese Rolle wizehn.47 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Compilation of Two SenseWednesdayA Compilation of Two Sense10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
An Afternoon in the Sun: Touch
We’ve been sitting in the sun for close to an hour. Allowing its finger like rays to bake our skins against the brisk cool of the cement, an everlasting explosion of warmth, mimicking the huff of an oven as the heat blows up against your face, rebuking you for opening it without some inkling of patience. My legs have started to cramp a little, as if unforgiving metal forceps are pressing into my muscles. He notices my movement, and tells me to sit between his legs. Permitting for a position that is a bit more forgiving, and allows for some feeling to return to my ass. Right now, it’s a void, where the nerves try to kick start, only to result in any feeling to be sucked in, and thrown into some other world, never to bombard the brain with mass effect lightshows. He rests his chin on my shoulder, pressing his cheek to mine, nuzzling in. He purrs when he’s happy, at least, I like to call it purring. It’s more like this
GoneIt wasn’t like in the movies.Gone16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I decided to try and be a good citizen (while earning a couple spare dollars) and donate plasma. I should have known this was probably a bad idea, but I rationalized it. When I was in high school, I tried to donate at a blood drive. I was only 5 pounds over the minimum weight and recently realized I was a chronic hypoglycemic. But I’d just eaten lunch, and thought I’d be fine. I passed out almost immediately after they unhooked the line from me. No, I thought, this time would be different. I’m quite a bit heavier, I ate a big lunch, and I’d read that the blood would be returned to my system after processing out the plasma. So this time around shouldn’t be nearly as bad.
I had no idea how wrong I could possibly be.
The check-in process took at least an hour. They took my blood and measured it, measured me six ways to Sunday, asked me every question under the sun, and gave me a simple physical. By their standards, I was th
Total mistake ch. 2 The beginningTotal mistake ch. 222 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
3.14 is from one village, which is about 6-7 km at north from regional town. I lived in other village, maybe also 6-7km but at east from regional town. These villages are too different. First time we met in our school in this town. Everybody says it´s hole or the biggest hole (it´s also the name of one song about this town). I know a lot of people who call it crater. However, it is the 11th biggest town in Slovakia.
I remember the project made by 3.14 and other classmates about old town. When there was president of Slovakia there (I think it was before Second World War), he visited one beautiful church. He said: „Such a treasure in such a hole. “
It is not important now. I and 3.14 were always in different classes. Our ways first met in 5th c
CharacterizationI was told to write about someone I felt close to…. If asked now, she would call us anything but close. Oddly enough, with all that has gone on between us, I feel like I know her much more than I know almost anyone, and it’s sad to think that of all the things that have happened, this is the event I remember most clearly.Characterization1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn’t a necessarily good day, but it wasn’t awful, either. It was one of those days where I was kind of down, lost in my emotions. This wasn’t unusual, but it didn’t happen without reason. A girl, who was a good friend of mine then, knew this and was determined to find out the root cause. Personally, I feel that she knew, as I had spoken of it several times before, but she wanted to hear me say it. She would follow me around the halls, pestering me and begging me to tell her what was bothering me.
“Come on, Haley! Tell me what’s wrong,” she’d almost dem
Vanilla Vanilla opens her glistening emerald and ocean blue eyes in the early hours of the day. She peers over towards the windowsill, her favorite perch. Bright rays of golden light are peeking through the curtains. She looks over at her master, or rather more accurately, her servant, noticing that she has not yet awoken. Not wishing to disturb her, she stays put and waits patiently. Soon, though, a loud beeping noise insinuates from a strange device located on the top of a dresser. Although startling, it does not scare Vanilla. The strange noise is apart of her almost daily routine, and thus she has become accustomed to it. This irritating device awakes her master with a start, and Vanilla watches as she quickly gets out of bed to subdue the odd machine. Vanilla now knows it's time to get up, now that her master is up. She stands up, stretches her long slender legs with her back hunched, and then finally yawns. She sits back down on her master's bed and watches her as she leaveVanilla2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ode to a Dead FishOde to a Dead Fish2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Somewhere across the immense topography of time, in a little inlet lapping peacefully along the shore, you are still swimming. A flash of silver darting among waving plants in the dappled sunlight. You have no name and you took no thought of yourself. Your future was just right around the bend.
Around that bend something happened, maybe to the water, and you floated serenely down to settle into the sands of time. You lay nicely stretched out while you were covered by the blankets of eons for a long winter's sleep.
Then there came a time when the sun shone once again on your bed in the sand. Your bed had grown hard while the world had gone on about its way since you first lay down. Someone scratching around in the rocks had found you and broken you loose from the rest of your familiar sand and had put you up for sale. I don't know how many hands you passed through before I bought you. I gave you as a gift to my father. You see, he was a fisherman...n
The One That Got AwayDisclaimer: I was told part of this story secondhand so part of it may be incorrect.The One That Got Away2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I think everybody has "that one that got away". For me, it's a man named Daniel. We actually did date for a couple years, but in 2008 I was in a car accident/had a stroke. Thankfully we didn't break up when I was still in the hospital. I don't think I would have been able to handle that on top of the tremendous loss of nearly everything else in my life. He was my rock, even if he wasn't actually there most of the time.
We'd go a couple months without seeing each other (my old computer couldn't go on the internet, either) but then we'd start to miss each other. He'd come visit me in the hospital; we'd cuddle and watch t.v. We'd be O.K. for a couple months before we started to miss each other again. This went on for the roughly 14 months I was in the hospital. Then... home!
He had work and college and stuff so he still wasn't there most of the time. That's ok; I think we would've driven eac
Don't you dareA few years ago when I was 7, 8, or 9 I had gotten home from school and my uncle was in my front yard working on something. I walked outside and to the right side of my deck, my uncle's dogs where sitting down, a small dog, a brown lab, and Lucy a Rottweiler. As I look at Lucy I suddenly knew something was wrong, I knew running near dogs was wrong but it was my only choice. I started running back towards the back of my house where the entrance was and as soon as I got around the curve I noticed the dogs where all behind me, and I slipped on a brand new pair of sandals my mom bought me.Don't you dare2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I fell face toward the ground and the dogs where barking like crazy. As I tried to get up I noticed Lucy was only but a few inches from chewing my neck completely off, and my dad kicked as hard as he could.
I was only 9 and I knew running was not a good idea. But that Rottweiler was closer to my neck then I thought, I could have been put in the hospital with wounds on my neck or dead.
So when that dog wa
2014-111 Something changedYesterday was Easter.2014-111 Something changed3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Such is life between the times.
The "Shorter Christian Prayer" has it right. The readings for Easter are repeated every day up through the following Sunday, the entire octave of Easter as it is called. Easter isn't over in a day, even when Monday following seems as dark as Friday before. We need to keep re-hearing the good news. It needs to penetrate our thick skulls and warm our cold hearts and give light to our dark eyes.
Nothing changed but everything changed because something changed.
Jesus was dead. They pulled his body from the cross, hurriedly wrapped it in a shroud with a modicum of spices, and laid it in a borrowed tomb. It all had to be finished before sundown and the start of Sabbath. And God rested on the seventh day and all the earth lay waiting.
Then it happened. Something changed. The morning of the first day of the week, our Sunday, Jesus rose from the dead. Which is an absolutely crazy idea.
Alice Rose Kirkland BioAlice Rose Kirkland BioAlice Rose Kirkland Bio3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First Name: Alice
Middle Name: Roselia
Last Name: Kirkland
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Personification: The city of London
Current Location: North America
Birthday: July 30
Birthplace: London, England
Siblings: Scotland, Ireland Twins, Whales, England
Other Family: New Zealand, Australia, America, Canada, Hong Kong, Sealand
Job(s): City and Bakery organizer
Boss(es): The Queen and 2P! England
Favorite Food(s): Scones, Ice cream, and Fish and Chips
Favorite Color(s): Purple and Green
Pet(s): Londencat and a Porcupine named Cuddles
Alice is a very shy girl, well that is until you get to know her then she is very energetic and Funny. She was raised by her older brother Arthur from the tim
Total mistake ch. 1Just imagine that school isn´t so terrible place, that you and your classmates are spies and that the secondary school-leaving exam is your last but the most important mission.Total mistake ch. 13 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
However, there´s one pupil, who is... I don´t know how to say it. She isn´t very good spy. Yes, she... my very good friend. Now is my mission to make notes of her behaviour. I´ll secretly call her 3.14 because she hates Math.
Something at beginning
Profile of 3.14
Inconspicuous girl, sunglasses, secre
Talking Without WordsThere is a point at which you know. There is a time at which you realize that things will never work out the way you want them to. Let’s call it the end of the line.Talking Without Words3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You just got home from a concert. As you’re going down the stairs to collapse in your bed in exhaustion, and you accidentally bump into her and her friend. You say hello, her friend responds. You get into some pointless discussion as she takes the opportunity to sneak by you, without a word. You say goodnight; she doesn’t respond.
You’re walking down Glouster Road. You just emerged from the Piccadilly Line of the Underground and you’re walking home. You see her walking on the other side of the street, coming towards you. As you glance at her, she looks up at you. You flash her a smile and send her a wave. She keeps walking.
It’s December, the last day of the semester. Time to go to Heathrow, time to go home. You want to say goodbye. So you go to her, and you say goodbye. She says what yo
lessons learned from seven men...- I -lessons learned from seven men...3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I hate that you issued instructions like Don't put on any weight, you're small so it would really show, at a time when food was already the enemy and starvation felt like feeding the parts of me that were anchorless.
But I love that you showed me that You're so different from anyone I've ever been with actually means We are way too different for this to work and saved me a lot of future heartache.
- II -
I hate that you misunderstood yourself so much that it made you suspicious of everyone around you.
But I love that certain places will always hold magic for me because of the journeys we took together.
- III -
I hate that you walked away from something potentially lovely, if only ever destined to be temporary, because the people who were actually important in your life wouldn't have approved.
But I love that you reminded me that strength of character is a tr
MOAR CRAPtime for the next inscription of my life i hope yall liked my last intro sort of thingMOAR CRAP3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
so also before the whole winter formal thing i liked this girl named veronica and she is probably the sweetest girl you would ever meet i mean like ever she is also very pretty as in extremely. and so i hadnt talked to her in a while so i texted her to ask how she was doing and her response
hey george i think im dating henry isnt that great!
yeah and guess who henry was he WAS my best friend she started dating my best friend after like a week of them liking eachother. and my friend is (excuse my language) a HUGE F*CKING MANSLUT! and he treated her like total shit and they kept dating and he would talk about how they made out and shit. and she would tell me how she cuddled with him and i was just like kill me now. but after a while she started complaining about him and i told her to dump his ass and she did then i was happy again bla blah blah mor rejection and now i currently like her
i will be updat
HandsGrowing up I was always jealous of the hands of other women.Hands3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Small, graceful, delicate: these words came to mind when the bank teller would hand me my receipt, or when I watched a fellow student take notes in elegant, clear-to-read penmanship. They were beautiful, dainty things like wings of a butterfly; long fingered and graceful, the legs of a spider making its gossamer web. Those words would never be used describe my hands.
I've always been told I have large hands for a girl.
I would feign pride when my hands matched up to my boyfriends’ in size. I could see the look in their eyes when our fingertips kissed and the bases of our palms stayed even, I watched as the smile turned false.
I don’t feel that way anymore.
My hands were not made to look tiny and “lady-like.” I have large square palms and thick even fingers. You can see the places where I've broken joints by the tiny bend to the left of my middle finger, or in the twist to the right on my pinky
Text Spazziness that should be a comic seriesHehehehehe! The following are random text snippets from Legend and my conversations. From this point forward Legend will be and I will be . Also! Names have been changed to our characters from Legends world just because. We don't actually call each other by these names and they are not our real names.Text Spazziness that should be a comic series3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
lol! Hope you enjoy!
Yes. You're making my day better.
Your dude looked awesome!
lol you mean Zsarrette or a different dude?
And woo! I love helping!!!
I just made myself laugh out loud XD
Silver: *walks over to Windwaker* *pokes your nose*
Hey Windy wakes!!! What's the best kind of ship? : D
lol! Zsarrette. Lol! I just didn't want to spell his name.
And what? Ship? lol! I have no idea.
*starts laughing hysterically*
You're such a dork.
: ) ^_^ 0_0 ; ) : l -_- : o
Another Day Under The Sun - 8It's the Easter holiday and I have returned home for the week. Worst decision ever. I thought it would be fun but it is shit. 100% shit. As soon as I get back everyone is congratulating my sister. yeah she won a trip to America but it's getting tiring. I am jealous of her but I'm also getting annoyed of her. She thinks that she's top shit now and that the Earth revolves around her. Well news flash, it doesn't!Another Day Under The Sun - 83 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have been leading my cattle lately but I have lost interest in it. I was asked by my dad if I wanted to continue with the farm, and I said yes to at least seem like I'm still interested , but I'm not. I have no motivation to do anything. In the few days of being home I have already been called 'an embarrassment to the family', 'a fucking loser', a 'good for nothing', and a 'dumb ass that is to stupid to pass high school and be in uni'. Like always, I am being blamed for everything. Just because I woke up late, it was my fault my family had to work in the rain. It is also my fau
happyhappyhappy3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He left when I was 23. I'd known him since I was 16 and he was 15. At the end, he knew I was gay. I don't know what he was. I didn't ask or discuss the matter of us at all. How could I have been so foolish?
At first I wasn't even attracted to him. But it wasn't long before we became best friends, surely the best of all possible relationships. We spent pretty much all our time outside of school together. It wasn't until three years later that I knew I was in love. The first time. I didn't know how to act, what to do. It was a time and place of conformity, of unquestioned sins, of keeping your thoughts to yourself. There was a mix of joy and stress.
After high school, he went to the Navy. He had to go; I was able to avoid it. I was no soldier, even though as I was about to leave the examination place for the draft, an officer dangled the prospect of Officer Candidate School in front of me because of my test score, which I knew was perfect. I was completel
My New ThingsSo, my viewers now know that "iwtbag" stands for I want to be a girl. I currently own two things of lip gloss, 2 mascara sticks, and a pair of cute black skintight leggings. What else should I get and should I post pictures here?My New Things3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ad hominem I have a friend, funniest guy I’ve ever met, he reminds me of the Comedian. He tells me one day that he’sad hominem3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
joining the military, and I can’t believe it because in no way is he a patriot, or someone who follows orders
blindly, he hates the government almost as much as I do. So I ask why, and he tells me because when the
shit hits the fan he wants to be on the winning side. I laughed, but he’s right. He and I, like Eisenhower
before us, see the reality of our situation, the gears of a machine that have been turning since its inception,
turning towards a singular goal, control.
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It’s humorous to watch the protestors gather together, and wave their signs in an attempt to change