FFM XShe has more books than friends. Even on her Facebook account.
Eleven are duplicated, four are autographed, nine are missing covers, and six are in languages she doesn't speak.
(Her books, not the friends, but one never knows.)
She's worked the same job for three years, saying that it will get her to bigger and better places. It took her three years to figure out that she can't see any places, let alone bigger or better ones.
She writes stories about sad little people like her, except she didn't realize that she was like all of them. She was different because she liked her job. She liked her job until she realized she didn't. And then she couldn't think of anything that set her apart.
She has more books than friends, and she collects them the way one might collect loose change. (Again, the books, not the friends.) She hasn't read all of them, and she doesn't even know that she will. She gathered them all up in order to make herself manic-pixie-dream-girl.
But now, she's a depressive-pi
Ten painted momentsOne. The circumstances of her birthTen painted moments5 years ago in Write Memoirs More Like This
She was supposed to be a Christmas child. Her sister, older than her by 6 years, kept wishing for a live doll to play with. Much later, she found out that her mother cried when she first heard she was pregnant, all the way from the hospital to the house. Apparently, she had considered an abortion, but under the communist regime, it was illegal and also a very dangerous endeavour. In the end, her mother's mother, in her wisdom, convinced her to welcome the child that was to be born.
During the months of pregnancy, everyone expected her to be a boy. The shape of her belly, as well as other old wives tales, made the whole family believe that. A revolution passed by, and her mother spent the last month of pregnancy in bed. Eventually, she got sick of that, drove to the hospital in an old Skoda with her husband, and apparently said to the doctor she would give birth today, thank you very much.
She ended up being a quiet, round-faced and
GalactusTo whomever finds meGalactus3 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
I fear I have held something from you and from the galaxy, for many a year. As you all know I am the last of my kin and as I am approaching the end of my life, I feel it is appropriate to tell you the truth.
Back when I was Galan in the year 27π it was the morn of the seventeenth moon. I was no older than nine, a number which, said to represent satisfaction, brought only sorrow. The sun had set with a smooth sky yet there was a disconcerting air of the cavern. The only woman who ever loved me was resting peacefully, with child, upon the chaise longue, the fire kissing her toes with the sweetest crackling sound. The suns upper corona was casting its final rays, illuminating her tired face.
As her chest gently rose, a hoarse braying came from within the barn, followed by a consenting uproar from the other animals. I rushed out to tame the mounting pandemonium emanating from the farmyard. The barn doors had burst open. Shards lay across the drive. Ebbs soa
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl2 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
Purifying Hearts"...Now you be careful, ma'am, because there's a unicorn in there."Purifying Hearts5 years ago in Unicorns & Magic More Like This
I stared down at the water purifier, then back up at the mechanic. He was tall and skinny with long dirty-blond hair, a real grease monkey. I'd even been thinking he was cute -- well, until he started blabbering about mythological creatures.
"A unicorn?" I forced a chuckle, sure he was making a crappy joke.
"Yes, ma'am. A real, honest-to-goodness unicorn," he said, his expression deadpan. "How else do you think the water gets clean?"
"Come on, you don't really expect me to believe that? It's the 20th century, and girls aren't so easy to fool anymore. I mean... it needs batteries, right?" I thumped the battery compartment. "Why would a unicorn need batteries?"
"For food, ma'am. Why else?"
I stared at him, trying to keep my mouth from hanging open. His face was a perfect study in sincerity. I figured he was probably about to pee himself from the effort of not laughing.
The Rat and the DollSome time ago there lived a Rat of fine whiskers and a finer tail who stumbled across a small porcelain Doll in a farmer's rubbish heap. Entranced by the Doll's beauty, he carried her home with him and, to the amusement of his fellow rats, instated her as his wife. Finding that she was of little assistance in his daily rambles for food, the Rat placed her upon a slight ledge of the barn in which he lived and brought her an offering of sustenance each day, as well as flowers and other pretty objects with which to enhance her loveliness.The Rat and the Doll5 years ago in Fable Me This More Like This
One day the Rat returned from his foraging to find the other rats throwing pebbles at his Doll. "Stop!" he cried. "Why do you abuse my wife? What has she ever done to you?"
"She does nothing at all," said the other rats, "and that is the problem. How has she proven herself worthy of the attention you grant her, or the offerings you provide?"
"Her beauty proves her worth," claimed the Rat.
But at that moment, a gust of wind swept the Doll off her perch an
Funny? Maybe.For deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a disappointing surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Goose, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "Ahh! The party's not ready yet!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly fell over. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 days of Christmas. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.Funny? Maybe.3 years ago in Create a Story Contest More Like This
Dear Future Self,Dear Future Self,2 years ago in Teen More Like This
Dear Future Me,
I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?
Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person and
you'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in the
past so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I even
need to write it? If I don't write it… will that set off a chain of events
that lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?
I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.
Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insight
about your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and I
don't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiterate
a couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.
Alrighty, for starters:
a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.
b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
I Don't Wear PinkThe walls are lined with toys, the floor covered by colorful rugs, and the bright blue walls have handprints highlighted by the hopeful sun pouring through windows. Youve got a television mounted in the corner of the room playing movies from Happy Disney. All this is a weak effort to cheer miserable kids up. Well let me tell you that its not working. This room might be able to distract little kids, but Im not little. Did I mention I hate kids?I Don't Wear Pink6 years ago in Think Pink IV More Like This
I shift uncomfortably in the chair nearest the exit. As soon as Moms treatment is done for today I am so out of here. If I had a fairy godmother I would wish for breast cancer to never exist, but I dont and I cant. Since that day my mom, a single-mother, came home with her diagnosis my life has taken a turn for the worse.
People stare at her, always giving us sympathetic looks or sending us cards. Sometimes I
Snape's Final Time With Lily"Eight minutes," muttered Snape to himself. "I only have eight minutes to see her."Snape's Final Time With Lily4 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
He was back in Spinner's End, in the grey gloom of the house where he grew up, five blocks away from where Lily Evans lived. But tomorrow, she would be Lily Potter.
Snape burst out of his house, running down the familiar streets of his childhood. They had not spoken to each other since they were both fifteen, but childhood instinct guided him to where Lily would be tonight. It was where she thirstily drank his knowledge of wands and dementors and wanted to learn more about her magical abilities. It was where they had spent long summer days together, leaning against each other's shoulders in the cool emerald shade of the trees as they watched the sun glisten upon the sapphire river. It was where, at age thirteen, she confided that if she were ever to be married, she would want to stand here alone the night before her wedding, dressed in her wedding gown. His heart was no master of Occlumens; its thumping
Dear Teen MeDear Adolescent Self,Dear Teen Me2 years ago in Adult More Like This
I know, everything sucks and you don't want to hear from some lame-ass old person. Lame-ass old people try to tell you things like this all the time, but they're just stupid old people that can't possibly understand. You don't respect me because I'm not in a band, I don't have black hair, and I don't look awesome. I don't write screamey songs that speak to your weasley black soul, nor am I Tim Burton or Freddie Mercury. I get it, past self. I get it. Frankly, I don't want to hear things from me either most of the time. As lame as I may be, just hear me out for a minute.
There's this thing you should really, really try, and it's called being happy. No, I'm not high. Yes, this is really quite terrible and hokey. Shut up and stop judging me for a minute, I'm trying to help you, you little twonk. Also, start thinking of absurd insults now, it will help you in the long run.
As I was SAYING, you spend far too much time and effort on being miserable. Part of it is the ho
-Contest- Christmas AdviceMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after trees because you'll only end up with a sky in your head." I never quite understood his advice until one Christmas, I was gardening with my best friend Anna. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was quiet and spooky sounds came from deep within. Anna saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!-Contest- Christmas Advice3 years ago in Create a Story Contest More Like This
Contest StoryOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Killer Billie who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Rockstar. He trained every day for 13 hours in order to beat his rival, The Superawesomefoxyhot Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Killer Billie came armed with a Pie-Cake and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Killer Billie emerged as the Shiny victor! His achievement is celebrated every Punkmas.Contest Story3 years ago in Create a Story Contest More Like This