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My Strange Little Brain: Tea the CatSometimes it amazes me, some of the weird theories, ideas and stories my brain can come up with. I often think, what happened in my life that made my brain think this way? What did I do, watch, read, or who did I meet that maybe effected my way of thinking and created this random creative person I am today. Then I think back to my childhood and realize, I've always been weird, but a good weird. This is a little story about my very first original character, Tea the cat.My Strange Little Brain: Tea the Cat4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
I think this may had been back in First Grade, maybe earlier, maybe Second or Third. Either way, when I was very young, I was in class one day and we had an assignment. The te
Today I'll RememberThere's an eerie stillness in this room.Today I'll Remember2 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As if time has decided to give me this unaffected moment.
The calm before the storm.
The last clinging's of innocence.
Medals and awards.
Fantasy novels and picture books.
Friends and family grinning back at me from their frames.
Sitting on the highest shelf, my most loved teddy bear.
The guitar I never learned how to play rests against the footboard.
A graduation cap sits on the wardrobe next to my jewelry from prom.
Movie tickets and concert stubs litter the floor.
Proof of the growing up I never realized was happening.
As I pack up the treasures of a younger me.
A sense of nostalgia fills my hea
how a movie gets to the heart of thingshe really turned up properly the very same weekend I saw the movie 'before sunrise'. in the movie, the characters meet and they can talk and talk, about anything it seems, but they have an impossible separation in front of them. to know someone inside and out, and to have them know you, well that is mostly a once in a lifetime kind of thing. that weekend we talked and we talked. we got to know each other soul side and to a lesser extent here side. we also took on a seemingly impossible situation. we had a time and place and learned even dreams are not enough to fully become reality sometimes. (insert sub-story about upheaval and sadness). afthow a movie gets to the heart of things18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I want to be me.I feel like I’m some sort of outcast in my own home. I dress how I like and I am ridiculed for it. I can’t change what I like or who I am and I don’t want you to change either. I just want to be accepted for me. Am I just too different? So what if I dress in all black. So what if I like heavy metal and not the pop stuff that you like. So what if I would rather draw then play sports? Why is that I am so different, I see the darker side of life and that won’t change. You say I’m trying to rebel against everyone, but that is not the case. I just want to be me make my own mistakes, live the way I want. I’m notI want to be me.3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Good in BedGood in Bed5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I do some of my best writing in bed. I have had some of my most interesting conversations in bed. And, the truth is that curling up with a thought-provoking book in bed can be as intimate as sex.
I'm not kidding.
I don't have a side of the bed I prefer. Or, even a direction. I never have. I can be found sleeping crossways just as easily as laying with my head near the headboard. Or, with my feet near the headboard for that matter. My bed should be one place where there are no rules. No taboos. Just me and my imagination.
And, a lot of books and whatever I am working on at the moment.
My bed is my sanctuary. The place where I am literally
GraduationSomewhere along Twenty-Third, I lost my way. The pressures of success and meeting the expectations of those around me weighed heavily upon my shoulders. Bent beneath the weight of my own thoughts and heavy emotions, I stumbled over a multitude of doubts and fears that littered the path before me.Graduation16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What were once only bothersome pebbles beneath my shoes suddenly grew to the size of giant boulders blocking my path. Nevertheless, I pressed on. Through sheer force of will, I shoved my doubts aside and hurdled my fears, intent on reaching my goal. At the time, I really did believe I was striving towards something significant, almost insurmountable
Down the Rabbit HoleDown the Rabbit Hole9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I went down the rabbit hole a long long time ago. In fact, I am writing you from there now.
I remember the first time I read Alice in Wonderland. I remember being aware that a grown-up wrote it. And from this, I surmised that it was possible to always have a wild imagination. It wasn’t something I had to give-up when I grew-up.
This was HUGE. Even at that young age, I knew how important my imagination was.
It was everything.
It still is.
My imagination has been my truest friend and my most constant source of joy in this life.
I felt like Alice as a child. Actually, even now as an adult, I still feel a little like her. I do find th
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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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