ScarringAt some point in my life I stopped posting pictures that included my left forearm. It wasn't one of those gradual things where eventually I noticed this to be the case and had to search my soul to figure out why.Scarring3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I didn't need to figure it out. I knew. My left forearm is covered in scars, and scars are not acceptable anymore. I've grown up and left behind the things that made me sad -- or at least I've told myself that I have.
It could just be that I learned that sadness lasts forever when it's cut into your skin.
That's the thing about scars, though. If you're sad enough or angry enough or empty enough, you don't care about forever, until
Amongst the Moon and Frost: Chapter 6Amongst the Moon and Frost: Chapter 63 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fast forward. About an hour and a half, if you will.
It was ending. Could it really be ending? I didn’t want it to. But at the same time, it was a perfect place for it to end. So many emotions were raging through me. Happiness. Wonder. Hope. Awe. Longing. Amazement. And there were still a few precious moments left in the movie. Still a few more words to be spoken.
“My name is Jack Frost.”
My heart leapt a little. I fell a little deeper in love with the movie. Gotta adore movies that do full loops, referencing the beginning in some way. And the way these final lines were written really amplified the change—for
Amongst the Moon and Frost: Chapter 7Amongst the Moon and Frost: Chapter 72 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Time stands still.
Here is a character that is me. In every way and form, me. We are so much the same. Me. That is, if I had spiky hair that was white as freshly-fallen snow, command over winter phenomena, and mesmerizing blue eyes. Oh, and one other thing that I am not. I’d have to be a boy. But that is where the differences end between me and him.
My Jack Frost.
He went unseen, unheard for three hundred years. I haven’t had quite that lengthy existence, but it has felt like an eternity. Nobody believing in him. In me. To try to reach out and be heard only to be walked right through like nothing but air. And yet, to con
Amongst the Moon and Frost: Chapter 5Amongst the Moon and Frost: Chapter 51 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was getting uncomfortable.
My mother and I had just shared lunch at a local burger restaurant. It was delicious. The food, I mean. The conversation was far less…flavorful. Nothing aside from the usual check-up on school that happened every time I saw her.
We had nothing else we could talk about, anyway.
I rolled down the car window. A small smile found its way onto my face as a soothing breeze caressed my cheek, making my hair dance ever so slightly as it forced the sweat threatening to form on my brow to retreat.
My mom repeated her question. She was getting impatient.
“What do you want to go do?”
reflections on firstsyou know what really makesreflections on firsts2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
me sad is that i have no recollection
of our first kiss. i have no recollection
of the first time you tried to fuck me. my
memory stops where i walked into
the room in garters with my best friend and molly
rolled my eyes back while you
made my fingers snap and grasp
at musty sheets. what i do remember
is when i fell in love with
you. it was over several
short and long moments.
1. the water murmured softly
underneath the wood and underneath
our bodies. the rushing of our blood
seemed like too much,and so it calmed
down and pulsed gently like thump.
thump. thump. thump.
and you called me sweet
thirteen steps to falling in love1. i spend the first two years we know each other sprawled out in the back of our school bus, trying to befriend girls with cigarette ash for skin. it takes months of letting tar settle in my lungs, but finally i find myself sitting next to you.thirteen steps to falling in love3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. when we we're fourteen, you write out my name in an entirely new alphabet of obtuse triangles and right angles and dare me to guess who it is you like. i lie my way through the entire school year until two weeks before summer, when you give me all the clues.
3. to this day, you swear you fell in love with me the fall my mother was given her expiration date. i tell you the first morning of our sophomore year, and even though we are too scared to touch, your words would mean more than every heavy embrace up until her funeral.
4. you watch me fall down the stairs just once, and after seeing how i fold in on myself, swear never to see me hurt again. for four years you've caught me, and have amended that promise to try your b
Construction Paper HeartIn all my life, there are many things my brothers taught me. Very few of them were taken seriously, and I can only remember a handful.Construction Paper Heart4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And so, rule number four was as follows: If you're ever on your first date with a guy in a restaurant and your date orders a lemon margarita, dump him. Immediately. Just end it right there.
Rule number six was to never, ever feed a stray cat tuna, for then, they will become tuna junkies.
Yes, I know, they're both very important life lessons; I agree. However, there's a deeper meaning in both of them. ...Well, alright, maybe there isn't.
But they did teach me this, and it's more than enough to make it throu
I am a womanI am not an object.I am a woman5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You cannot use me.
I was not made simply for your pleasure.
I am not a pretty picture to be used and thrown away.
I have a heart, feelings, dreams….
I have a purpose here.
I am a human being, a person like you.
And it hurts me when you treat me as less than human.
It hurts me when I become less than a whole,
And just the sum of my parts.
It hurts me when I become just something to please you.
It hurts me when you strip away my humanity,
Even if just with your eyes and mind.
You cannot stare at me in longing.
You cannot undress me with your eyes.
You cannot force me to kiss you.
You cannot grope me as you see fit.
You cannot take advantage of me.
You cannot have your way with me.
I am not to be dominated.
I am not to be violated.
When I say no, I do NOT mean yes.
When I te
I know this won't win.I had made some missteps in high school, and I had hoped to fix those mistakes when I came to [school's name]. I had thought I could become someone else, someone likable, someone with friends. I was proved wrong when I approached my peers, however: our personalities clashed to an unbearable extent. At that moment, I realized there are some things that don’t improve even when I change myself beyond self-recognition. From then on, I decided to simply be myself. I didn’t need friends who couldn’t accept me for who I truly was, and that was fine with me.I know this won't win.3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
on dejavumay 2. present day.on dejavu3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
it's drawing on 8 o'clock and the sky is turning pink on one side. it's getting cold. it's at that point in the year where a high of 65 feels like summer because that's what you want it to be, but the wind picks up and suddenly shorts & tank tops don't seem like a good idea. s on my left, we're talking about camping this weekend and we're laying flat on the warmed pavement of her driveway. she's wearing a dress hardly long enough to cover and she leans in and grabs my face, says something awful and laced with four letter words and laughs. she tells me the dream she had about me last night, us fucking in the woods only to
Dialogues between a psycho and the saneI. After a fight.Dialogues between a psycho and the sane1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Why did you do it?! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO IT?"
"Eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, my two kilograms chain met his chin and screw you."
II. Breaking some "basic rules and prejudices".
"So now you're going to tell me that you will never hurt me and will always protect me right?"
"Oh no! On the contrary! I will destroy you with most enormous pleasure if you force me to do so but until then be sure that I will make sure that no one even speaks to you in a violent way."
III. Co-workers being "funny".
"Who's that chick over there? Is she your girlfriend?"
"That's my mother, you prick."
"Well I still would d.."
The QuietA simple request that didn’t involve anyone else, I wanted to be invisible so people wouldn’t be able to see my flaws… my imperfection…. I felt like I was only half alive, when I was in a room with people, it was as if I wasn’t there, I was a ghost and that frightened me the most. Being quiet was my salvation, being seen but not heard now that was a joy. Just watching, to see what others would do, how they would react, it was like I was the audience, and they were all narcotic actors. To have a friend a true friend not the kind who would listen to your problems and then leave.The Quiet3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
No a real friend, one to underst
pH should be measured in worth, not blood aciditySome people keep a journal in pen, using the language of their forefathers.pH should be measured in worth, not blood acidity3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I prefer using blood and the language of scars.
A few of the more memorable excerpts:
Summer ’95: A potential death threat was removed from my throat: those kissing tonsils could suck face in a jar of formaldehyde.
Winter ’03: In one of the worst sledding accidents in history, my shoulder was removed from its socket by three little brats who don’t deserve to be named here.
March ’10: Migraine stayed for a week and refused to leave even when chased by narcotics and baffled doctors.
Summer ’10 and ’11: A cow stepped on my foot,
Yamato Orochi• Único hijo directo del demonio Orochi, serpiente gigante de ocho cabezas y colas. Si bien Orochi-sama posee ocho hijos, estos se los considera como tales por ser hederos de los clanes quienes tuvieron contacto con el demonio en el pasado, mientras Yamato es fruto de la relación entre el mismísimo demonio y una mujer humana, convirtiéndolo en su único hijo directo.Yamato Orochi3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
• El demonio abandono a la mujer tras ser preñada y esta murió en el parto, dejando a Yamato solo desde su nacimiento, lo que lo volvió un joven fuerte e independiente, capaz de valerse por sí mismo desde muy temprana edad.
• El pasar una dura infancia lo convirtió
Nothing RomanticThere was nothing romantic about it;Nothing Romantic3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was visiting my aunt with my girlfriend, he was lying on her sofa, bored; a strange boy I had never even heard of before. He’d looked up at us with his mismatched eyes like we’d come purely to destroy his peace. I thought he was a little ... weird.
There was nothing romantic about it;
I’d blurted it out without thinking. He’d blinked a couple of times while the words of my sudden love confession sunk in. Then he stared at me for a few minutes, and nodded, as the sound of the baby crying tore through the otherwise silent room.
There was nothing romantic about it;
No ring, no kneeli
FeathersI don’t really know how to start this. My memoirs drape over my head like a million wings at times like these and I can’t help but notice every feather and lose myself in counting them. The one that is the gravel road I grew up walking on is grayish brown, the one that is the burnt pumpkin wood that coats my house is frayed and holds a single box elder bug on its tip, and the one that is how the lawn feels between my toes when I stand still is chartreuse and glimmers if you turn it toward the light. There are no birds that hold these wings. Just a single cherub, watching over me with unblinking legions of eyes at God’s biddFeathers1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
.Seeing your profile on Facebook is nostalgic. I’ve noticed that you have deleted most of the pictures from the past. The time where we were the best of friends is gone; you don’t talk to me anymore. I see pictures of you happy and realize you have made new friends in new places. I ask myself: Why has it come to this? Why does it seem like you’re a completely different person? Was it because I screwed up? That I let my jealous feelings get in the way of our friendship? What would have happened to us, if we never let each other go?.2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What if we went to the same high school? Would you still have gotten a girlfriend and forgotte
Edging Toward InsanityI'm frustrated, alone, and happy about it. That basically sums everything up, huh?Edging Toward Insanity2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My brain feels like it's been transformed into some sort of mushy substance. I can't recall many things running through it, only a few. Want to know what they are? Of course you don't, but I'm going to tell you anyway. There's that fan fiction I was reading before my eyes burned out, a swirling vortex of song lyrics, that math concept everyone seems to get except me, and that grade I never should have gotten.
It wasn't a failure, but it was closer to one than I want at this point. It's a failure in my book. Some voice in the back of my head just screamed, "Us
i swallow you like gritI am sitting in the back garden like my bones are reclining chairs and my browbeaten headaches will eb out like the tide if I only stare down the blues for long enough. The grass is sweet like lipgloss on a magazine page, rests with a coolness I cannot hold to wrap my lungs around while my lips taste like cigarette burns. My feet are in the light, in the heat. My toes flex like dying worms as they stretch out over the other half of this bench, nestled tight under the windows. Maybe I'm waiting for you to press your face against the glass and shout until I can hear you over my music, instead of in it. Maybe I am waiting for you to sit down besi swallow you like grit3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This