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Free. Ch. 11: Motherly love Free. Ch. 11: Motherly love

"Fionna, do you even know if she's still..." Marshall trailed off.
"She has to be! She has to be..." Tears started welling up in my eyes.

Marshall wrapped his arms around me from behind. "It's alright... we'll try and find her... I was just..." Marshall sighed.

"Actually. She should be still around here Fionna. The last time I saw her was a month ago. She should be still here." Aden looked at me.

I looked up at him and then I turned around to look at Marshall. He was smiling slightly.

"Let's go find her then." Marshall smiled meeting my eyes.

*****************************************************************Free. Ch. 11: Motherly love 1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes

I'm going to tell you a lie““I’m going to tell you a lie.”

That was the first thing he said to me. I don’t know why he outright told me he was going to lie to me. Isn’t that the point of lying? To deceive the person you’re lying to into thinking that what they’re saying is the truth?

“You’re going to accept the fact I’ve told you a lie. You’re going to internalize the lie at face value--accept it for what it is. Accept that you can’t trust me.” He leaned into his words, spitting them out across the room at me. “Once you do that, we can continue with the exercise.”

AnxietyI'm going to tell you a lie1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes

Night TerrorsMy eyes snap open. I can’t make out the ceiling above me, but I know it’s there. I look down; no duvet, I’m fully clothed. It’s the dream again. The number of times I’ve recalled the same nightmare is incalculable, every time it’s slightly longer than the last recount, almost as if it’s building up to something horrific. There’s nothing I can do except let the dream play out until I lurch screaming back into reality.

As per usual, I check the clock on the bedside table to my right. It reads 3am exactly. With unusual movements I pull myself up from the bed and stand in the middle of the room, stNight Terrors3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes

StainsThey say "people are like stained glass windows: they sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed, but only if there is a light from within."

I had never given much thought to this quote before. Did it have anything to do with the stains on a human heart? What if it did? Do our stains make us look beautiful?
They say "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

And really, it does. How dark the stains are show how much we can take. The stains are proof that there is so much more to a person than merely looks.
They say "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Does the beholder see our stains? The stains that make us look ugly and deformed...the stains that will never fade... Are we really still beautiful despite the stains?
They say "you wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it..."

Why do we cover up our stains? Are they a sign of disgrace in the eyes of societStains1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes

addictionYou buy a pack of candy cigarettes at the local politically-incorrect candy store.

Having just one won't harm you. So you have one, and figure you'll save the rest through the week. Then an hour later you decide you want another one because just two isn't bad.

Those are the only two you have all day. The next day, you have two more, and two more the next day.

The next day you eat three of them because three little pieces of candy won't hurt you. The next day you go back to two, or try, but then you decide you want a third one again.

The pack runs out and you buy another, promptly eating four of the candies. They're small. It's fine. Four addiction2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes

Let me tell you a storyLet me tell you a story.
It's about a girl.
She was odd. Different from everyone else, with no friends in school.
Well-until the boy came. The boy was her saviour, the portal to a world where she was happy, and never alone or uncomforted when unhappy.
Even with the teasing, especially on the subject of her second name, she coped with the boy to help her-for two years it was.
When the boy started to be accepted into the more popular friend groups with other boys, he began to drift away from the girl, and however tightly she held on, she knew their close friendship that had been so important to her was quickly slipping from her grasp.
Without Let me tell you a story3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes

Conversations with Doc - Part Threei.

"What?! Lauren likes something?"

"You don't have to make it sound like such a shock. I like you too, heaven knows why."

"Aw, you didn't have to go there."

"I love you, Dr. Minnick."

ii.

"I'm getting a headache again."

"What, from this nice weather?"

"You would say that. That's something Queen Snark would say."

iii.

"How about you, Lauren? You didn't write anything - what troubles your sleep?"

"YOU trouble my sleep, Doc."

"I knew you were going to say that."

iv.

"Two scripts in one day. Happy?"

"Go Rodette!"

"I'm so glad you support my decision to be Rod Serling when I grow up. It's a real weight off my shoulders. I hope my Conversations with Doc - Part Three1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes

CindyShe breastfeeds kittens behind closed doors.Cindy1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes

The Downsides of Being a Writer1: Writers have this thing called Writer's Block. I swear it's an actual thing and if you are a writer, I'm sure you've experienced it. See, sometimes we have days where we feel like the only way to express what we are feeling inside of us can only be expressed though words and when we finally sit down and have everything we need in order to be able to start, we can't find the words. We rack our brains for a way of getting our thoughts onto paper and if we're lucky we think of something and then we end up trashing it because once it's written we believe it's total crap. This could go on for a number of hours, if you're really determined or simply must write something, until we finally shut down our computers and curl up into a ball on our beds crying for our mothers. Honestly, it's not that drastic. Usually, we just throw up our hands and order a pizza because- believe it or not- after a stressful event like that, we don't really care about our health.
2: Some writers have troubThe Downsides of Being a Writer2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes

Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.

My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.

At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. WeShit Happens For a Reason1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes

Placing BetsSky, Ty, and Jason sat on Sky's living room floor next to the couch in front of the TV doing nothing. It was blistering outside and the power was down because of it. It was one of the hottest days of the year and the teens could feel it.
"Ugh! I'm so booooooored!" Sky groaned.
"Your always bored." Ty said rolling his eyes.
"All I wanted to do was play Halo today!" Sky whined.
"I never knew you played Halo Sky." Jason sat up to look at his friend.
"We've all played Halo before Jason. It's like, in our blood or something." Ty slid down the couch onto his back.
"We'll im gonna see if we've got anything in the fried." Sky said standing up and walPlacing Bets1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes

Rape from a different PerspectiveI am a guy, so I must be strong.
I am a guy, so I must have no faults.
I am a guy, so I must feel no pain.

So tell me why does it hurt so much whenever I think about it. How come I can't tell you the pain I've gone through, without you calling me weak? Just because I am not a girl, am I not allowed to have the emotions of fear and stress? Am I not allowed to have those terrible flashbacks that only I know, and because of today's society...that only I can live through?

I am a male. And I was raped. So am I weak for wanting help? Am I weak for turning to society for help?

Many of you my think I am the rapist, because I am not the opposite geRape from a different Perspective1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes

The Sound of Silencea

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RoseHere's to you, my lovely one.

I dedicate this rose to you in hopes of claiming your love, the love that has always given me the opportunity to live on. For from the moment I was born you were there, always there, your eyes so bright, your hair so dark, your breasts so full. And you were absolutely stunning, with the slight flush on your checks and pointed nose, the dark color of your flawless skin so rich.

The features of your face were always pleasing to the eye. And among all these people, you chose me to save. You held my hand, the warmth of your blood singing a song, pulling me into your very core. And you were there, always there. You Rose1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes

Keep fightingI fought and I fought
I used all my strength
I would never let you win
I swore I would never bow to you

My strength diminished
You broke me down
You chained me up
And extinguished my flame

My fire was dying
My light burning low
My life almost gone
I almost gave in

But then I remembered who I was
I'm a fighter
A warrior
And I will never give in!

My strength returned
My fire enraged
I broke your chains
I tore down your jail

Your reign is ending
This war is over
My spirit is growing
And I will win!Keep fighting1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes

Epic Zinogre fightThis is a true story my friends...

It all started one afternoon (this one, that is) when i was playing Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate on Wii U. After a failed Nargacuga hunt (i did catch it, but the bastard wouldn't drop his medulla), i decided to go on a Moga Woods hunt where the large monsters in the area were an Arzuros and the main hunt, Zinogre! The armor i had on was High Rank great Wroggi armor, with the Blizzaroths dual blades.

When I went into area 3, i spotted Arzuros. I started to go to town on him (as in beat the shit outta him) as he was limping to area 7, Zinogre showed up. After taking care of that dumb bear, i confronted the gianEpic Zinogre fight1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

Random Musings Of A Sarcastic Mind.....(Part 8)Kinda Cute

“8th installment and this one’s gonna be pretty long, I think. But we shall see. Today’s gonna be last my day of driving class (Outside of actually driving) and I’m actually a tiny bit disappointed (I know, crazy). I don’t know how that is, but I guess through these 3 weeks I just looked forward to goin’ every day. Ha, strange how things work out. But at least I’m one step closer to getting my license and that’s the most important thing, obviously. Dang it though, if I didn’t always have something to share after class. From stuff like my teacher proclaiming that Denise ‘Dart Bus,’ to the “fly” kid in my class (Who turns out to be a good dude), to the girl who totally shut him down (My crush) and the embarrassed look on his face.
To finally talking to the girl I liked a week into the class and her asking me what was up with the guy who was winking at everyone (HRandom Musings Of A Sarcastic Mind.....(Part 8)2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes

What We SaidWhat We Said2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes

Random Musings Of A Sarcastic Mind.....(Part 5)Realizations

“I never realized……how vulnerable people are in this world till tonight. It’s as if I had a sudden epiphany; I believe I came to this realization because of some things that have gone down, this week. A little bit was good, the rest……..unsatisfactory. But what also helped me reach this conclusion was the fact that I’m now really around people more often. Particularly kids my own age so I see things, notice things I didn’t care to acknowledge before. And that was how vulnerable I’ve been with people………people who I don’t have 100% certainty if they are “real” or not (What is “real” though, is another discussion for another day).
But all in the same token, it amazes me how open and honest these same people have been with me (Which puts my doubts to rest, for the most part). There’s always a chance that people are just elaborate liars of coRandom Musings Of A Sarcastic Mind.....(Part 5)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes

Michael's Tickle TortureSo I have been waiting a long time to really tickle torture Michael. I have never been able to tickle him for a long period of time because I end up feeling bad for him after about a minute. But not this time. My parents told me to watch him while they went out and that’s when I knew that Michael was gonna get it. Now normally I would find a reason to tickle Michael before I torture him but today I was just going to wait for Michael to drop his guard. Before he woke up I grabbed a piece of velcro and put it in my pocket. Then I sat on the couch. It wasn’t long before Michael got up. He walked into the living room and lied down on Michael's Tickle Torture1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes

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