Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,
Yes, you there.
You in the horn-rimmed glasses in your stupid millwheel hat. You knew you’d look totally dumb wearing that to a carnival party, didn’t you? And now you sit there hating the music, hating the people who dragged you there, hating your hair, your figure, your baggy tapered jeans and most of all your glasses. Yes, I know all that. I remember the whole damn evening, when they seemed to play nothing but Salt’n’Pepa, Rozalla and KLF. What did you think they’d play, Paul McCartney, or Elvis Costello? What did you expect the boys would do – would they suddenly notice you with that millwheel hat when they never noticed you before? I bet they noticed the hat, I’ll give you that. It's probably one of the things that makes them give you such a wide berth. Who’d snog someone who looks as if she’s ten? And be honest, do you really want to have someone shoving his tongue past your tonsils, the way they’re doing i
Dear Teen MeDear Adolescent Self,Dear Teen Me1 year ago in Adult
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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
Dear Future Self,Dear Future Self,1 year ago in Teen
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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
Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me) Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)1 year ago in Teen
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I worry about you sometimes.
I worry about how you are doing: who you are spending your time frolicking with, whether or not you have finally kissed someone, if you still get nervous easily. I worry about my friends in your time are they still our friends? Or have you finally let them all go, or pushed them away, or left like we always dreamed of?
Sometimes I lay in bed in the late hours of the night, dreaming of your life. Do you remember? Do you remember staring at the dark ceiling so long it began turning red, tossing and turning, hoping and dreading what is to come? I wonder if the things I have done effect you as we have always worried they would; if they have broken you.
You see, the truth is and I am certain you remember this about me I fear you. I fear you like a lightning rod fears a thunderstorm. Do you remember why I fear you so? You do, don't you? Just as I shrink away from the possibility of becoming you, so you shrink
TreasureTitle: TreasureTreasure1 year ago in Short Stories
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Warnings: SteampunkVictorian!stuck, AU, fluff, etc...
Aradia smiled and lifted her dress, jumping lower into the engine, she couldn't hide the curiosity that bit at the back of her mind and incessantly begged to be relieved.
They had always told her how to sit and look, how she should prepare her makeup for the day and how she should approach a man higher in status than she. It became insipid to put on the same smile and go through the motions, but any deviation would lead to damnation. They forced her to stop looking for answers, to stop taking interest in knowledge and simply let her mind rot away in the recesses of her mind.
She knew better though.
There was no chance in hell she would give up such a wonderful opportunity to learn, to grow; she did not wish to let the opposite gender dominate that battle ground. She rolled up the increasingly annoying sleeves and carefully slid down further into the engine's core, glancing around and t
Russian RouletteTitle: Russian-RouletteRussian Roulette1 year ago in Short Stories
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Nitram waited in the room, trying to ignore the fear that consumed his heart.
He was afraid, he had always been afraid of death. As a child he would see the skulls around his home during the autumn month, skeletons danced in the streets and his mother would take them to the cemetery to see their grandmother. Abuelita was never at the celebrations but his mother insisted they leave food for her, as her hunger stretched from her loneliness. Each year another relative took hands with the grim reaper, he would take both young and old, good and bad.
Death had smiled at him a few times, extending his hand to lead him to the lonely afterlife, whatever that was.
The creak of the door alerted him to his fate, he grimaced at the sight of his fellow player. Kurloz Makara was one of the luckiest men in their group, he had danced with death many times coming out unscathed. When he had first joined the gang he secretly admired the quiet man, his eyes c
RESTART: Ch 1Title: RestartRESTART: Ch 12 years ago in Short Stories
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Warnings: Yaoi, AU, angst
It was really strange.
He felt...blank. Like somehow he had woken up from some dream, that he had just now realized that he was living. He let his eyes droop, and soon he found himself at the computer again.
A smile broke across his face, he logged into the game, fingers flying across the keys in recognition.
[S]: Be Gamzee Makara
The curly haired boy soon became immersed into a whole new world, he was motherfucking amazed. His blue eyes reflected the lights on the screen, instead turning a deep purple as he traveled further into the game.
He knew he had to find the other troll, he needed to regroup and talk to the other lovely boy he met all those years ago. Soon Gamzee frowned as he encountered a group of enemies, quickly whipping out his sylladex in order to avoid the fight. He continued this routine until he could barely keep up, he really wasn't in a mood to fight. Soon enough after hours of searching he tired out his troll, G