Her Favorite StoneonceHer Favorite Stone18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
in the park
picking it up
she saw a
and picked it up;
what she picked
wasn't as precious as
saw the stone
and picked it up
brought it home
her mother said
that it wasn't just a
but twas gem
what they see
ignoring the fact
that what they had
was more than enough
Like another world (German)Die Welt, in der ich mich befand, war in einen grauen Nebelschleier gehüllt, was ihr eine gespenstische Atmosphäre verlieh. Aber in Wirklichkeit war es gar keine „Welt“…ich befand mich genauer gesagt an einem mysteriösen Ort, der einem verlassenen Freizeitpark gleichsah. Wohin ich auch sah, überall konnte ich verrostete Fahrgeschäfte sehen, die von Gras umwachsen waren und unheimlich zerbrechlich wirkten. Ein altes Nostalgiekarussell, alte Bahngleise von einem Zug, der vermutlich einst durch den Park geführt haben könnten, oder komplett einsame Teile eines früher bestehenden Karussells. Aber ich erblickte auch, wie am Eingang des Parks der eiserne Biss der Zeit schon seine Spuren hinterlassen hat. Alles, was einst so strahlend bunt und fröhlich wirkte, hatte nun seinen alten Glanz verloren und lebt einsam vor sich hin. Durch den Nebelschleier sah ich verblasst Streifen auf den kleinen Buden, von denen aus die Tickets ins VeLike another world (German)1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Richy-RichYou're just a spoiled little brat!Richy-Rich2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Pain and adventure Taking in the fresh breath of air, going straight to my lungs. Fuel for the fire.Pain and adventure2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Step forward, can’t go back. That was every second in the trees. Only my strength, balance, and harness to keep me from sudden death. I went through many obstacles. Stepping on wires, logs, and flying through the air to get to the end. The more I did the harder it got. The sound of clipping and screams filled the air, the fingerless gloves on my hands smelled of leather cleaner.
The metal cords that kept everything from falling apart was harsh and unforgiving on my underarms. There are huge, painful bruises there. The marks are a purple red,and have red splotches, ruining my milky white skin. My short red-ish brown hair is in a ponytail behind my head, my purple glasses on my face,and a calm heartbeat in my chest.
Waiting….waiting….and more waiting. “Okay,you may go,” the person before me would shout back. I took a moment to breath,then…...I stepped forward
Look ElsewhereI said no to youLook Elsewhere2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Not to be mean
But to give you a brand new chance
I said no to you
I pray you find romance
look elsewhere for love
Because I'm not the one
look Elsewhere for love
please, find someone
Begin something anew
it's not that I don't cherrish that emotion
it's something I can't give you
Look elsewhere for love
for you may it blossom anew
My time is done
I am not the one
look elsewhere for love
Because I'm not the one
look Elsewhere for love
please, find someone
Don't You see?
That is my gift to you
Look Elsewhere for love
Find a warm hand
Find an open heart
Find your smile as we depart
I'm not the one
My time is done
This play must end
Fade to dark
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 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Quote 15I'm tired of people frowning and sighing over everything... they should at least try to be happy considering how they're still alive.Quote 152 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The story of a beaten down trans woman(Real story)You know, Sometimes I look at what people do to people of color. But I feel I can relate. Even though I am white, I have never once felt like I've had privilege. You're probably reading this going, "yeah right you're white you probably lived the white collared life." I can't see it as that way. Ever since I was a child I was, odd... To say the least. I had one friend through grade school, his name is Gabriel. I have been beaten up, called a freak, hated by teachers and principles a like. In my own right I never did anything wrong but everyone made me feel like I was the worst person on the planet. In some cases they still do.The story of a beaten down trans woman(Real story)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I've been beaten, I've been threatened, I've been tortured mentally for my entire childhood years. My parents telling me not to do certain things that girls would do because I was a boy. So I had to stop the urges that came to me naturally. Though the urges were still there I had to stop. I had kids throwing dirt clods and rocks at me till I was bruised and bloody
Quote 14A lion can be friends with a dog, so why can't we humans get along with others with ease?Quote 143 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Old StoryEthan watched with an amused smile as his sister took in the scenery. They stood at a peak at the top of a local mountain overlooking the small town they called home.Old Story3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
While he wasn’t much for scenic views and such, especially when it was of his own home, he halfheartedly admitted it was a pretty amazing sight.
The sky was pink from the setting sun, and deep shadows where cast over the sleepy town, the peaks of churches and the tallest houses silhouetted against the near cloudless sky. The treetops blanketed with a soft golden light.
He drew his eyes away, and kicked a pebble off the side of the cliff, it bounced down the mountain face for a long while before disappearing in the darkening woods.
He tilted his head as he looked to his sister and realized how easy it would be to make her follow the rock. Just a little push, whispered a tiny voice in his head. He looked around to see if anyone else had heard the voice. His sister beside him didn’t let her gaze leave the scenery
Suis moi vers cette Lumiere...« ...Suis moi vers cette Lumière, et je te ferai voir ce qu'est le Bonheur, laisses moi te montrer de comment on se bat sur le Territoire de la Peur, Au Cœur du Royaume de la Perversion du Système...dans le Combat perpétuel contre le Mal...Il n'y a plus de Douleurs, il n'y a plus de Souffrances, il y a juste des épreuves qui nous rendent à chaque jour plus fort, il y a juste un Amour en dehors de toutes les considérations des jugements des autres, en dehors des logiques communautaristes qui ne sont que des vecteurs de Haines...En dehors des gens qui ne saisissent pas les lois impénétrables de l'Amour...Il y a une Histoire à écrire : Celle qui nous mène vers Dieu...Vers notre propre Destinée...Je suis un Démon, Celui dont il ne fallait surtout pas que tu tombes amoureuse...Et je suis revenu de l'Enfer, juste parce que tu étais là...Je suis revenu de mon propre Enfer car ton Aura m'a guidéSuis moi vers cette Lumiere...3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hey!So I'm just testing a few things like the author tag and some other stuff. There will be something else so don't think 'cause I'm trying to fix things I won't have time to send out a new storypart of a story. Also, just a question, would anyone read a Zoethian thing? If I can write it, I've gotten really adjusted to the persepctive of Lalnable, so writing is a little tricky. Anyways, yeah! Tell me if you'll read that and I'll see you later!Hey!3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
An F-82E's life ~ part 01I have a TRUE STORY to tell you...An F-82E's life ~ part 013 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Once during battle, last week, I was flying my F-82E together with 4 other fighters - a Spitfire, a Mustang, a Mig and a Pw 'something'. They were SUPPOSED TO ESCORT AND PROTECT ME as I go to bomb the enemy airfield. But then, 2 Yak-9 series appeared - AND MY ESCORTS RAN AWAY! But I didn't. I flew straight into the Yak-9s, killing 1 and critically damaging the other before I was shot down. My escorts were USELESS COWARDS~!!
Homework - a true short storyThere once was a little girl, she went school in the sixth grade. One day, like some others, she got homework from most classes.Homework - a true short story3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Her first class of the day of social studies. She got only a paper like most days.
She homework from her reading teacher like most other days, but today she got an essay to write, it would be due Thursday.
The little girl gather her things and went to math. Math was boring again, and she a got page 85 to do at home.
"I hate doing homework out of the book..." The girl mumbled.
After that, she went to her locker and headed off to lunch, she did the regular, eat your food and chat.
Then she headed off to art.
"My favorite class." She thought happily.
In art they kept learning a bit more on contour line. The Visual Journal 1 was due next week.
"Good thing mine is already done." The girl though as she went to the last class, computer skills.
In computer skills, the class finally got to do something on the computer. It was manly typing games but it worked for her.&
What I believe inWhat I believe in4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Firstly, in fate, I guess. That everything happens for a reason. Even coincidences.
I believe that if life’s cruel to you, then it’s for a good reason you will later understand. Like, to teach you something. Or punish you. Or makes you experience reality, pain, loneliness, misery, poorness, the absence of someone beloved... Why? I often asked myself. Then I realized: only this way one will be grateful for the good. The good that one’s often used to. Because people who had never lost anything and always get what they want - won’t value anything in their lives. Now life will teach those to be humble and grateful because no matter how much you have, it can easily be taken from you in a blink of an eye.
I don’t think belief is a thing that should be questioned or controlled by anyone but ourselves, cause in my view it’s the only t
i need someone to correct the errors in this pls!//ok so this story isn't ifnished yet but I really need to see if there are ANY errors. please, could anyone read it and let me know? ;_; //i need someone to correct the errors in this pls!4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This Halloween was meant to be different. You’d expect kids dressed like zombies or vampires, not even a lil bit scary. They expected them too, but the whole cheery day became pure hell when they came on the streets.
That teen, was probably a 16 years old girl, or maybe a boy? Who knows? That was them who happens to be responsible for this bloody mess. We think it’d be safe to call them Razor, you will find out soon why.
Cut the chatter, the thing that matters is what happened. That’s it..
The creepy holiday started as a nice day, wherever you wouldn’t look you’d see carved pumpkins, almost spooky ghosts and kids preparing for creeping and gathering tons of sweets. Oh, dentists will have a great business.
But they, this mysterious person, wouldn’t care about sweets or pu
a nordeste daquiHá qualquer coisa simultaneamente mágica e nostálgica no nordeste.a nordeste daqui4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ao fim pouco de mais de duas décadas e meia, por estas terras e entre estas gentes, e mesmo hoje, ainda não sei o que faz deste pedaço de mundo aquilo que é: especial.
Cada um defende as suas cores e ergue a sua bandeira; o mais alto que chegar, o mais forte que conseguir. Mas só a quem lhe diz algo este pedaço de chão sabe ao que me refiro. Sente-se no ar, pressente-se nas pessoas.
De cada vez que se regressa com esta vontade de nunca partir, e se desce o vidro do carro, os sentidos despertam-se e anunciam ao espirito que estamos perto; mais que a fronteira geográfica ou os quilómetros marcados no alcatrão.
E aquele que nunca me enganou foi o olfacto.
Há um cheiro a olival e a fumo que se entranha nos pulmões. É o sinal.
E quando os pulmões se preenchem com este perfume que a terra tem, aí sim, sabemos que estamos a chegar a casa.
Rose What is a rose? A flower? Yes you would be correct, a rose is a flower. One of beauty and elegance. One with a variety of colors shapes and sizes. One of many meanings and many mysteries.Rose4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
However that is not always the case. Because sometimes and to some people that rose can represent something very different. It can represent one of their most treasured and sacred possession- the person that they love. Just like how the rose has many meanings, there are that many forms of love. Unconditional and innocent love as pure as the snow white petals of a rose. The passion of red, the mystery of blue, the beginning of one and also the end of another from the blackest abyss and many more.
But there is one thing you need to remember. Just like how the flower can wilt away, those who are precious to us can also fade. Just like the flower their colors will fade, their vitality will dwindle and eventually all that will be left is a memory. That is why
Dandelions“He loves me, he loves me not.”Dandelions4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Most little girls have an odd habit of playing this game. They pluck each of the petals from flowers to see if whoever they are thinking of has affections for them. They don’t think of how pretty the flower is—what a tragedy it is that the flower has died without even the purpose of having its beauty taken up for human pleasure—they just want to see if what they want to hear from their own voice that what their heart says is true.
By the time the girl comes to a certain age, she either forgets to play the game altogether, or learns that flowers are often void of entropy, and remain bound by patterns. In the beginning, little girls play with simpler flowers of five of so petal each. And why? The attention span is short to keep their minds growing and learning from the world around them. By learning—by the process of constant growth and racing thoughts (often diagnosed as having a short attention span) they learn the bas