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An Anecdote From the Attic The stack of dusty, aging postcards was just barely held in a bundle by several moldering pieces of fraying string tied around them, quartering the image on the top postcard in the stack. The bleached out color print of a Cape Cod lighthouse was easy enough to identify thanks to the caption, Highland Light ~ Truro, Massachusetts, across the bottom in simple, bold black script. What had once been Atlantic Ocean blue in the lower background was now faded close to white, almost matching the faint clouds above.
The old string didn't hold. Dozens of postcards spilled into sixteen-year-old Eric Kent's lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor in the attic of his family's home. He carefully gathered them up and set all but one aside, the one with the lighthouse on it. Eric liked lighthouses. He'd never been near to one, and he wondered why his parents had never taken him to see any of America's thousands of miles of coastline. The back of
AlwaysHe wanted to let go. He wanted it so much, every time he heard that a ship was coming into the docks, every time his lungs pressed up against his ribs and he drowned in his own heartbeat.
Always, always he rushed down to the docks, hoping that this time the ship that was coming in would bear his son. And always, always, it was empty, filled only with bland, neutral unknown faces that he hated with such vitriol that he would quite happily consign them to the bottom of the ocean if he could. They weren't his son, these faces, and their pity meant nothing to him.
Always, always he felt as though the wight of the world had landed squarely on his shoulders, driving him out into the cold depths of space. He felt the freezing bubble that built slowly in his chest until it ripped it's way out past his an incomprehensible scream. He did not know why he was screaming, or who he was screaming at. He felt that all it accomplished was to tear his vocal chords to shreds. Always, always, he would cry
Internal wounds are hard to healA beautiful young lady in her mid 20s has been very very sad. She and her family are about to lose everything they had in their life because they have no money and people complaining fraud stuff about them and their homes. The family doesn't know what to do anymore, no one wants to help them and they feel like EVERYONE hates them. The mid 20s year old girl just wished someone or at least several people help her and her family because she doesn't know who to go to.
Why So Nice? Lifty and Shifty were out on another heist, as you would expect. They were going to steal snacks and junk food from the residents of Happy Tree Town. They stole Cookies, candy, pastries, frozen foods, chips, soda, fruit punch, chocolate malt/hot chocolate mix, and as a healthier bonus, granola bars. They also stole ingredients to make their own sweets and eats. Luna was recently teaching the twins how to cook and bake, and Lifty wanted to test his basic baking skills.
It was nearly morning and Shifty loaded the last tub of ice cream into their van, which they kept air conditioned to keep the foods cold, and slammed the doors shut. Unfortunately, Lumpy was a cop on night patrol and Lifty and Shifty were in exactly the wrong place at exactly the wrong time. Without a second thought, Shifty hopped into the van and floored it while Lifty clung to the back of the truck. Suddenly, the van hit a pothole in the road, shaking the van and throwing Lifty off of his grip. He tu
Jealousy I stared at my plate, swirling my mashed potatoes with my fork. Nobody noticed my lacking appetite, which angered me even further. I vigorously stirred, desperate for a few precious seconds of attention, even if it was negative. However, my parents continued to ignore me. Well, that wasn't exactly true. My mother shot me a stink-eye every once in a while, and the message was clear: hurry up and eat your food so that we can talk in peace. It was always like that, with her saying 'we' to describe my older sister, father, and herself, as if they were an exclusive group.
“We're so happy to see you here! Miranda, you're glad too, right?”
“You're okay with eating lasagna for dinner, right? We decided it was nice for a change.”
Including 'we,' my mother always used the word 'right.'
Sometimes, I wonder how she would react if I just said, “No.”
Beth laughed loudly beside me,
Ross sighed as he looked out the window. He had marveled at the sight of blue, green and white on most days, but today he felt out of place.
Alone. His constant companions were occupied, doing their chores and observations.
Today was a hard day to be in Space.
Watching the Earth from his vantage point, he was separated from special people. His wife and son had to carry on without him on the surface.
These were the hard times his fellow astronauts and his support team told him about. The lonely moment when it was not enough to keep your mind focused on being a spaceflight participant.
Normally, his biology duties had him observing the specimens brought in special terrariums. Several species of arachnids, blattaria, and gastropods were to be viewed in a zero gravity environment, and his responsibility was to monitor their progress.
"John." One of his roommates called to him. "we're reaching orbit over Europe. There's a nice view of Italy and the mediterranean if y
A True StoryOkay. So this isn't like the usual Hetalia fanfics or anything. Like most of you probably read in that journal,I am going to be telling a real story. Something that actually happened to me. Don't worry,it's nothing horrendous or anything. It's just something I don't really tell people but I have a sudden urge to tell. Just going to tell you up front. It's weird. It's strange. And it probably seems pretty lame and stupid. But yeah. Sorta long so I'm sorry. ANYWAY let's just get started,shall we?
It happened a few years ago. My Dad and I went over to one of our old friends' house like we used to do all the time. The house was a small little apartment in a little complex,and it housed Marcy and Brian. Marcy was really old,not to be rude. But it was true. She was pretty sick as well,if I remember correctly. Brian was her...uh...Husband I think? I still don't understand what their relationship really was. But anyway.
Marcy had told us that she wanted to introduce us to one of
Love?Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.
A/N: Chronologically set after Chapter 6: Number One. I know I said I would try to stay in order but that sorta didn't happen after all. At least I tried. ^_^;
Children never charmed her. As far as she was concerned kids, more so babies, were nothing more than a distraction and a nuisance. Noisy ones at that. They were simply wailing little brats that, at the end of the day, were nothing but in the way. Incapable of taking care of themselves babies required constant supervision and care, both of which Emma had no time for. If she was to continue her life as a ruthless mercenary she shouldn't have found herself distracted by trivial things such as infantile bothers. Children would gain her no advantage in her profession. They were an utter waste of her space and, more importantly, her time.
So as she glowered at the toddler sitting on
Enter the Fluffy ThingIt had been raining for a week straight at this point. It was dark and cold no matter the time of day, and Chronos was just about done with being cold and wet as he went through work. They’d been on very active patrol lately, which meant that he and Seno were out in the rain just about daily. He’d been working a few extra hours a day to build up some more vacation time for when it got sunny again. He felt like they were over do for one.
He got home a little early that day. A sudden downpour had made it too dangerous to their health to stay out. Ryan was giving Dee a lift home so he showered and changed real quick before the other got home. He smiled as he came through the door and moved over to kiss him lightly.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hey,” Dee smiled. “I didn’t think you’d be back till dinner again.” He hung his jacket and scarf up and left his umbrella and boots by the door to dry.
“Weather got too bad,” he shrugged
Brolli and his parents (Chapter 1)(This story is told under the viewpoint of Brolli Diamondback when he was unconscious)
It all began when I woke up on a lush field of grass, and I got up and it seemed like there was an infinite amount of grass. I look to see a tree and 2 people in white robes, so I walk over to them and they notice me. I hesitantly say "H-Hello?..." and they give me a warm smile and the black and short haired one says "Hey, how's it going?", I reply with a shrug, because I was kind of confused at where I was... The brown but long haired one tells me "You've got human legs, you must be visiting, or something...". I look around again and ask " Where am I visiting, exactly?" The black haired one gets up from the ground and replies "The spirit world, my boy. Land of the deceased and what-not". I grow horrified "I died!? This can't be!!!" I screamed and began to tear up. The Brown haired ghost lady gets up and gives me a warm and calming hug, a hug that a motherly figure would bestow to a son, and she tell
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