Ana's Journey Book 1 Chapter 1Lightning Scar was sitting gracefully in the center of a sunlight clearing, staring at the sky. He was admiring the bright blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. "What a beautiful day it is today!" He said while his brother was running to where Lightning Scar is. Lightning Scar was so focused on the sky that he almost didn’t notice his own brother coming towards him. The scent of his brother hits his nostrils and turned around to face him, though.Ana's Journey Book 1 Chapter 12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Hello there brother Cobalt." Lightning Scar said to his brother Cobalt. Cobalt noticed his brother found out it was him and said, "Hello big brother." Cobalt swiftly walked up to sit beside Lightning Scar, his brother. "I have something to tell you brother." Cobalt said as he received a nod from his brother, "Go ahead and speak Brother." Lightning Scar said. Cobalt was starting to tell his brother everything until Cobalt was quickly interrupted by a loud howl.
"AWOOOOUUU!!!" White Beauty howled loudly. Lightning Scar whipped around
Ye Olde FarmhouseThe listing online had our attention. “Farm house, built 1800. Updated kitchen and bathroom. New vinyl windows. $55,000.00” Since we were new to the housing market, and this would be the first house we saw, I'm sure our naive exuberance can be excused.Ye Olde Farmhouse3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
On finding the listing, my wife and I were ecstatic. The house was within our budget range, and seemed to have more than enough space. It listed three bedrooms, one bath, and a partial basement on a field stone foundation. My wife had asked what a field stone foundation was; I explained it was a foundation made from stones unearthed from the field as it was tilled.
Based on the listing, I imagined an old style home, perhaps spacious enough, but not too big. I was sure it had been maintained through the years, with some modifications for current amenities. Aside from maintenance, it was updated with newer windows (I was familiar with the type which would have been installed when the home was first built), and a remodeled kitch
Drowned In Time For eternity, there was light. It was beloved in my heart, as is with any being who lives. There was no desire for death but simply the want for a fun time. But even on the hottest and brightest days, frozen tendrils of darkness can always threaten to put us back into our place. For me, one of those moments was when those thoughts meant nothing to me. When most ideas were to abstract for my young, concrete brain. It was the day I drowned. The last thing I saw was the glare of sun as I felt a smile on my face. Suddenly, seconds were gone. I opened my eyes and felt my body rising, knowing there was a short time missing. I watched blue ribbons float horizontally as I rose towards the sky. I felt shrouded in peace, and I accepted that may have been dead. Nothing mattered to me. There wasn't even a want for air. It was the most calming sensation until I broke water. Suddenly my lungs gasped for air. Disorientation led me into a fit of anxiety as I realized how far my friends weDrowned In Time2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
On Ideas and Blackberry Pie IIA few summers ago I spent two weeks with my great-aunt in Victoria, where she lived with her husband in a little house next to a golf course. Now, every summer I indulge in self-reflection, contemplating my life, my goals, my future, and deciding how I should change to make the next year better than the last.On Ideas and Blackberry Pie II5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That was how, for two whole weeks in that summer, I became a runner. Attempted to, anyway.
The golf course next to my aunt’s house was surrounded by a trail that was the perfect distance for me. Leafy trees provided a reprieve from the sun, and by the end I always felt better, although sweatier, than I did before. When I would trot through the door at the end of my run, triumphant, my sister would shake her head at me in awe of my resolve to lead a healthy life.
The very best part about my excursions, though, were the blackberries.
Along the trail stood blackberry bushes, tall and prickly and filled with fruit. They grew in patches on the side of the trail, sporadically popp
Fear and Hate Can Never WinAnne Frank grew up in a world dipped in hate, sprinkled with bombs with a side dish of sorrow and misery. All the thoughtless memes that give her the title as "World's greatest hide-and-seek champion" portray her life as a game. All the times she and the other seven PEOPLE were cooped up in the Secret Annex she still had hope, that one day God would free them from their on going struggles. All those times Anne cried herself to sleep at night or dreamed of her friend Hannah (who survived the Holocaust) or woke up shaking scared for her life due to the sound of raining bombs over Amsterdam, was because of fear caused by this hateful world.Fear and Hate Can Never Win1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Fear looked her in the eyes and caused her to cry, to scream, to hold on to her father in the night. But hope was different. Anne wrote about how she still saw hope, how she could see it behind Fear's boney body buttered up with the tears of the people as well as their minds. Anne was strong through her tears, she knew there was still people in the wor
Flower's GriefSun loves me,Flower's Grief1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
but winter doesn't.
CatsCats are, in some ways, better than humans at being friends. Now, I know this is going to make some people sit up straighter, put their hands adamantly on their hips and say, "But cats can't speak, they can't understand you, and they are definitely are not capable of human emotion!". But you see, indignant Homo Sapiens, while you are indeed correct in all of those points raised, cats will, given that you treat them well and with care, sit quietly on you lap on a rainy day as you watch a very annoyed John scream at an extremely bored Sherlock as he shoots the bright yellow smiley face on the wall, and will share the heat their body generates with you as you stroke their fuzzy ears, and although they cannot share their thoughts with you or express their feelings, cats will not (as I know from real life experience) spread rumours about you or talk among themselves behind your back. Just...just think about that for a while, okay?Cats2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
FallenI fell.Fallen2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I knew you. You knew me.
Now I'm left with small traces of you in my life.
And this necklace.
My fears wash away as I hold it.
I feel like I'm in need of fixing.
I'm left with goofy grins, Red cheeks and a halved heart.
I feel lifeless.
Vita da Dalton - In ritardo (Parte 1)Nicoletta stava correndo verso casa più veloce che poteva. Era uscita con i suoi amici, ma non si era resa conto dell'ora; era molto in ritardo, e sapeva che i suoi fratelli si erano di certo arrabbiati.Vita da Dalton - In ritardo (Parte 1)2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Vide che le luci della casa erano ancora accese, e sobbalzò, realizzando che i suoi fratelli erano ancora alzati ad aspettarla. Le cose si stavano mettendo male.
Turò fuori la chiave dalla tasca, aprì la porta ed entrò in casa. Non appena ebbe richiuso la porta, iniziò a cercare i suoi fratelli. Entrò nel soggiorno camminando all'indietro e, quando si voltò, sobbalzò per la sorpresa.
esclamò, vedendo il fratello maggiore in piedi di fronte a lei, con le braccia incrociate sul petto.
Lanciò un'occhiata alle spalle di Joe e vide William, Jack e Averell, in piedi nella stessa posizione.
Sapeva di essere nei guai. L'espressione sui loro volti non prometteva nulla di buono.
Fece un passo indietro, deglutendo a fatica. mormorò, cer
VegetarianIt’s always hard when you starting out as a vegetarian for the first time as teenager, Chloe Hastings found out.Vegetarian3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She wasn’t trying too turn vegetarian because she hated eating an animal, it was because she fancied a boy but her friends just laughed at her and told her she won’t last and how right they were.
It was after school and Chloe was walk home on own through the local village and everywhere she looked she saw meat, meat,meat.
Her stomach growled as she held back the thoughts and the temptation.
She headed to her dad’s where she lived with the good for nothing lazy bum who didn’t really bother her, he just let her get on with her life and days.
When she got in she felt her stomach groaning still as it hadn’t been fed since lunch so she headed into the kitchen and opened the fridge and groaned in frustration as she only sure meat, meat and more meat because of her dad’s barbeque party was due that weekend but then she saw a packet of carro
46. ReflectionEyes meet. Souls recognize each other.46. Reflection3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ColorsRed is the heat you feel when you’re angry at your best friend. It is the color of passion when you’re kissing your lover after months of being apart. It is the color of life as it courses through your veins.Colors3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Blue is the sadness you feel at three in the morning when it seems like there is no hope for you anymore. It is the tears streaming down your face after your first break up and your first failure. It is also the water as you swim in the ocean, or float in a pool surrounded by your closest friends.
Brown is the dirt between your fingers when you’re gardening. It is the mud that you got stuck in just after it rained. It is the strength in a tree’s bark that keeps it reaching for the sky.
Green is the blades of grass beneath you when you’re sitting outside. It’s the color of friendship and of crisp dollar bills in your hand after you've cashed your first check.
Yellow is the sun gazing down on you a hot summer day. It is the color of l
Laughing jack dream? or real deal?ok this story is from a friend of mine who told me this one day during gym.Laughing jack dream? or real deal?3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
just letting y'all know it was the truth she told me.
no lies and while she told me she was getting scared while telling me so where what happen.
"ok I was getting into laughing jack alot and this happen like a few months ago.
it was night time and I was trying to find a good spot to sleep on my bed
and I couldn't so when I finally found a spot, I had my eyes closed
and then I heard a voice say 'i'm here (or here I am I don't remember .-. a/n)'
and then a really creepy laugh after that.
the voice was so creepy I don't know how to explain it.
then I opened my eyes and I just saw him there.
he was just standing there.
I couldn't move, I was just too scared.
I didn't say anything and then he moved his arm over me but he couldn't touch me like a
force was protecting me.
then I was just closing my eyes cus I was so scared and then when I opened them again I
just saw a black shadowy thing left over.
I just started cr
The Tale Of Eldorado (by s98rocksgirl)There once was a young boy who lived in a small village. Not much ever really happened here but it was a happy village. This village was full of legends and tales of great battles, mythical creatures, mysteries, adventures and many more. But there was one tale this boy held so dearly, The Tale of Eldorado, and that’s the tale I’m going to tell today.The Tale Of Eldorado (by s98rocksgirl)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Once Upon A Time…
There was a man named Daniel.
Daniel was a very brave man who had many friends.
One night he was talking to his friends about the legend of Eldorado.
Daniel’s friends did not believe in legend, but still Daniel attempted to persuade them to venture out in search of the lost city.
But no matter what Daniel said they wouldn’t budge.
“We do not wish to go on a pointless search for something that doesn’t exist” they said to Daniel.
Daniel of course was upset by their response but understood, for it was quite plausible that the lost city didn’t exist in the first place
Have You Seen My Pants?One is never quite sure what they will encounter when they work as a teacher at a day camp. Children are unpredictable.Have You Seen My Pants?1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They can be cruel…
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend? Don’t you know you’re supposed to have a boyfriend?”
They can be sweet…
“You’re my favorite teacher. I love it when you color with me.”
They can be frightening…
“Charlie’s bleeding! He ran into the wall and his leg’s cut really bad!”
They can be crazy…
“Why are you hugging the swing set pole?”
“The pole understands me!”
And sometimes they can get the idea that they have more power than they really do…
“You better let me out of timeout or I’ll tell Miss Kathryn on you and then you’ll get fired!”
But, above all, Children are a bundle of surprises. They are as unpredictable as the wind. One never quite knows just when they’re going to rush in and change your day. Suc
Sleepless NightsEdward Nigma sighed as he worked on another trophy, the late hour starting to creep up on him. The Rouge was of course ignoring his sleep, more focused on his precious trophies and coming up with riddles for the Dark Knight to try and comprehend, let alone solve. By the chime of 2 in the morning came the Riddler was fast asleep, slumped over his workbench while he snored. For a short time his dreams consisted of him besting the Batman at every move, laughing at his triumph while the other died in his trap, starting to grow anxious when the warehouse dissolved into a very frightening familiar room. He soon was a 12 year old Edward Nashton, on his knees before his very tall and frightening father. He tried to run but couldn't move as the man stepped closer and closer, sickening familiar belt in his hand. Before the leather could strike his crying form the Riddler jerked up, causing his chair to tip back onto the floor. He gasped as he sat for a few seconds, the vision flickering away asSleepless Nights1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nothing It all happened so fast. Like, a bullet that shot right through a heart.Nothing1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I glared towards my aunt, clenching my teeth. Muttering, I spoke towards my father. "Can I cut that dog free?" "No. You'll get in trouble." "Me?! They stole a huntin' dog! From the streets!" I threw my arm to the side. Hanging around the country got my little accent going on. My dad hadn't said a word after that. He knew it was wrong. My aunt had stolen a dog with tags and collar. Dad was going on about wanting a picture of the poor thing before. ".. I'll take a picture of it. Gimme your phone." He had sighed then, and gave me the phone. Silent after that. Taking his phone in my hand, I turned towards my aunt’s van.
On my way, there stood my aunt yelling at my grandma’s sister. "You mind your own business! I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do!" Glaring towards them, I tore my gaze as the sound faded. She needed to listen to us. Everyone, and yes I mean everyone, told her to let the
She and I The door slammed behind me, almost trapping my rear end in it. I quickly made my way outside and over to the garage. No car was parked there, as usual. I wondered why nobody was home. I let out a sigh and walked around the garage, inspecting the place. Nothing much was there, just some plants and concrete. I looked around a bit more, scavenging a bit. I lay down for a few minutes, tired.She and I1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was then I heard another door open, a different door this time. I got up and looked around, frightened. A girl walked up to me with a surprised look on her face. I stared at her with wide green eyes.
"Hello," she greeted. She spoke in a tongue I heard everyone speak, even my own family. I did not understand the rest of what she said, but she looked confused. I backed away slowly, taking cover next to a piece of abandoned wood. I held it close and rubbed my head against it like a baby would their teddy bear.
The girl said
Writing Exercise - 8:18 am 30 September 2014 She jumped out of the car and rushed to the door. Fumbling with the keys, she unlocked the door and rushed in to grab her fiance’s work ID that he had forgotten. The young woman ran back out to the car and jumped in handing the man’s ID to him as she got herself buckled in.Writing Exercise - 8:18 am 30 September 20143 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They drove down to the male’s place of employment. After turning off the car, the man leaned across the seat and kissed his fiancee. Both removed themselves from the car and stood for a moment in the empty parking lot.
“Zip the up the jumper and make sure the hood is up,” the man said as his fiancee shivered holding the jumper tight around her body.
The young woman gave a nod and a smile, “I’ll message you when I get home.”
She gave him one last kiss before she began to walk away from her fiance. She looked back at him and smiled before starting up th
Ana's Journey SummaryThis is a story of a wolf called Ana and her journey. The young wolf had a lot of suffering in her life, but one day new things started happening in her life like love, protection, caring, and so much more. Our young leader runs into her past foes while out in search for food. Can Yamcha get to her in time to protect her from these dangerous wolves out to settle a score?Ana's Journey Summary15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Don't order pizza when you're drunk...So today (Saturday!) we had a deal with my bf that I'll order pizza for tonight (as I'm the only one of us two that speaks fluent language of the country we currently live at - because I was born and raised here... *whispers*).Don't order pizza when you're drunk...2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So he went to have a nap (because he's been working a lot last few days) and I did LOTS of procrastinated cealaning (bleh) and then I checked out free Guild Wars 2 game(until the end of this month!). and then it was an evening so I though I'd enjoy myself with some chocoalte and beer because I mostly let myself for that only during weekends. So I did. I had some chocoalte and some very tasty honey beer ^_^ I got lost into the game and by the time we should order, I was half-drunk (I don't need that much to get drunk and this honey beer is actually almost twice as strong as normal one.....).
BUT, despite being drunk my mind preserves most of cognitive abilities, not all in the same time and thinking sometimes takes longer.
So reluctantly I woke up my bf and told
The Legend of Pig-BoyJust after my thirteenth birthday, up at my great-uncle Ed’s house, my dad got spooked by some squeals and snorts coming from the woods. It was rural Minnesota, late October, and we were hearing a noise like a warthog in heat. We’d planned a hike for later that night, but now it seemed off-putting. Side-effects may include death or dismemberment, disappearance and horror movie clichés.The Legend of Pig-Boy3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We speculated about it around the bonfire, in between vicious crab-apple fights, over glasses of steaming cider and cocoa so hot it melted the marshmallows. Those noises didn’t sound totally pig-like. There was a human quality to them, an eerie longing howl beneath the frantic oinks.
“Oh, you don’t know?” My great-uncle Ed said to us, digging a hole in the ground with his fire-poking stick. Ed had energy in his bones, life in his smile, and the most trusting eyes I’d ever seen. “That noise is coming from Pig-Boy,