To My Future SelfTo my Future Self,To My Future Self3 years ago in Teen More Like This
Breathe. You must be thinking, seriously, my teen self is acting like an old fart of a teacher telling off overstressed kids, but seriously, breathe. Stop. Pause. Listen. It's your heart beating. It's telling you, I'm beating so damn hard, I might just kill you one day.
Okay, let's digest. There can only be two reasons for your heart to beat like that. One reason is because I wouldn't have changed- I would still be that overzealous, neurotic, depressed teenager with a penchant for word thieves, dream catchers and moment makers. The other reason would be just the opposite: it's beating with life, with purpose, with hope.
I hope you'll be that second person.
Because being that second person means being serenaded by Chopin in a boy's car, travelling down to Bondi Beach watching sculptures rear out of the sea and you're feeling like, maybe, love may finally find you at last. Being that second person means you just won't shut up talking to patrons
Jellyfish Inspector. Wut.Jellyfish Inspector. Wut.3 years ago in Create a Story Contest More Like This
A young woman named Jane loved making art, and practiced procrastinating all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical carnivorous swans, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Verkhoyansk, and a portrait of Satan that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby medulla oblongata for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in procrastinating to create the most beautiful deviation depicting jellyfish inspectors zombifying innocent civilians anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, medulla oblongata!"