Last year, I wanted to find myself, I wanted to know who I was and that stuff. Meanwhile I left one of my best friends. At that time I didn't know he was my best friend. I thought he had enough friends like it wouldn't matter if I leave him or not. Now, one year later, we are back together like he is my best friend and I am his. I know I hurt him a lot when
I decided to ignore him and not to tell him why I actually broke off the friendship. Now, I see that he's afraid that I'll leave him again. I won't but I have to accept that he can't trust me the same way he did last year. I don't blame him for that but it kind of breaks my heart because he means so much to me. I want him to know how much I really love him b...
She was startled hearing those words, clearly and firmly spoken, over her shoulder. She turned to look.
This was the old man she had noticed striding along the walkways in the park. She often went there to sit on the bench and gaze at the ducks in the water. As she did not want to be distracted or disturbed by anyone she
always chose a bench close to the water, with her back to the walkway. She would sit for hours lost in her miserable thoughts and utter loneliness. She had however noticed him. He looked very old, with a thousand wrinkles on his face, but stood tall, straight and trim. He had a briskandsteady walk. She found that very unusual. He had smiled at her every tim...
On a dark and stormy night, void of all life but the nocturnal, a lonesome traveller stumbled down a forgotten road; his wares and merchandise jangling like an ominous tune.
The cobbled pathway fell steep and narrow; the nature was now overpowering the traveller's route.
Every bird and owl and creatures considered foul halted for a moment before him; as
the shadows crept around the traveller in mysterious ways.
The Traveller thought, as he descended, that the wind was sharpening its harsh embrace.
The lower he ventured, the more foreboding the environment became - both desolate, and overgrown at the same time. The Trees around the traveller appeared to fidget and nervously watch. Whether out of anticip...
1 - Daisies
Children are like daisies, they all reach as high as they can for a dream or a goal that seems unreachable, only the lucky few ever reach the sapphire blues and pure whites. They're all children wanting to grow up as losing innocence is easy but, sadly, growing up is hard to face. They're so small and so insignificant that it all seems futile.
Their features made of stone, pretending that they're okay, that they don't care.
Why care for an already broken world? It's the same as caring for a broken person. You fall in love with the way the breeze makes the leaves and grass wave wildly, the way the sun feels like a relief after being in the shade. You fall in love with the way nature moves, look...
and then it stops. and it's quiet now. somehow fellings of calm and unease both exist inside of you, but dont mix together. like oil in water.
you made it, you're here.
But what now? this endlessly long journey, what was it for? you came all this way for what, a light? some artificial hope in the emptiness of it all, grafted into this bleak reality like
a plastic toothpick in a nonexistant haystack.
the light is cold, and you shiver under it's sickly green rays. but everything else around you is colder, swallowed by black, so you settle in. slowly sliding down the pole of the streetlight, you sit down, staring ahead. the void. the nothingness that has held you in it's arms, nurtured you, and taught you it...
I made this story and put it in a comment section of some funny video I found called We get some kids riled up for pizza and then leave. This story is based on that video. I hope you enjoy!
Once, me and my friends were at a restaurant. I don't remember why we were there, but at some point, a good friend's parents asked us: "Who wants some pizza?" We all
eagerly said "Hell yeah!!" We all were so excited! We couldn't wait for some nice, cool and most importantly cheesy cheese popper pizza. (The restaurant had cheese popper pizza by the way) So we all asked for cheese popper pizza and we all asked for different toppings, I personally picked sausage with extra cheese and nachos cuz It seemed so good! Then, they ...
A PICTURE PERFECT LIFE
The Ngugi’s left the less noble affairs to their numerous workers, maids and helps and instead chose to spend their entire days and fortunes playing golf in the most expensive Naivasha Golf Club amidst a company of likewise rich friends and their families – doing this as a strategic move to meet business partners and push their
business to the right hands – since their first business took off. It was a simple affair at first, without much hope of becoming the business empire it had turned out to be; for their lack of education certificates and credentials and more so, the meagre funds to supply their initial capital, combined with a lack of wisdom in commerce, gave them a humility ...
The plane was losing altitude, fast! My ears. Ouch, they hurt so bad. But I had bigger problems in my hands. More like, in the pilots hands. Lets just say, I was really hoping he was good at operating this thing, because, well, the left wing was literally on fire. Ugh, where was the cabin crew? Flight 444… what a cursed number! I heard screaming, but no
one seemed to be panicking, in fact everyone was having a really good time. Did no one notice the flames outside? I decided to stand up and check out the front of the plane. What was even happening? Surely someone should've noticed. I strolled rapidly past the economy class, focusing on keeping my balance. No one seemed to notice me. Whatever. I saw a stewarde...
The neighborhood rarely gathered, except for weddings and funerals. I stood in the back, four feet tall in a white dress and new white socks. Some people stared at me, then, when they caught me looking back, turned away to whisper among themselves. They wore black, as is traditional at a funeral. But Mama did not like black. She said so after Papa was
In the middle of the room, two easels covered in flowers flanked the sides of a long table. Mama’s picture was hastily pasted in the smaller structure. A man’s picture decorated the bigger one. He was not my Papa. Papa died in Yugoslavia, when the communists captured him and his friends two years ago. Mama escaped with me to the United States. She pro...
Friendship is not as simple to describe a relationship between two or more friends. It is something more than it. Friendship is a beautiful relationship of souls. Sometimes, it even describes the difference between the friend and the best friend. It is a combination of love, care and trust.
One such story defines Aditya's Friendship world. Being a
talented and good lad, he was liked by many students of his age. He used to help others in way or the other. He was also in the Basket Ball team of his school, so he was known by many other students. He was always ready to share his food, sorrow, happiness with the one whom he considered his great friends. Aditya's thought was that, he had the most powerful and b...
Walking so beastly beautiful Victorian East side she had the sixth sense hearing the Gothic music.The flower shops caught her eye the fast pace of the people going to work.What a soulful smell music sounds to her ear of Black Dahlia. Besides the faintly illuminated shapes stood out tasteless Hanging upside down bat orchids. You could smell ethnic flavors his
eyes Jalapeno red hot erotically altered her into something that she could not escape. When the Saint's come marching sinful his wife madly driving Miss adultery played through her mind. How his eyes playing and observing like a womanizer and his blood shot eyes flew vampire haunting blood the moon. But Samatha the harp tree lady stringing something togeth...
Home is where the royalty is or home is where the bark is Oh! Please let’s stop pretending we think too much feeling lost but holding onto the dream on. We got a lot of living to do strong words you face it head on such high pitch society you know your limitations so well. Are we still the pretender making plans finding love again like everything is fine.
But coming to terms with who you are. let’s be realistic only time will tell but your living in hell.
Do we play the game to our real shame? Our needs are worthy how we pretend to much. Like the song wearing our heart like a crown.
𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 Oh Yes! the dream but were left all alone. But we have a heart like a crown but...
I tried not to look at any of my patients as if they were crazy, but this guy actually scared me. It was like he was in my head. I've dealt with an array of people with many different disorders, but he was the first to get to me.
He gazed lifelessly into my eyes. He wouldn't look away when he talked to me. Usually, when someone looks in your eyes, its
comforting, bonding. Not him. He was terrifying.
"You don't like me." he said.
"That isn't true." I lied. "I just need to figure out what kind of help you need, and you're a bit hard to read."
"You're lying." he said with a tight smile.
A chill went down my spine. I've never dealt with someone like him before. It was like the devil himself was sitt...
A father once said, the bleeding of blue like blood in the heavens, dying to a darkened sapphire before circling the celestial drain and closing down into charcoal black is a miracle that transpires overhead every single night.
That specific spectacle never failed to amaze a young man, and never ceased to inspire him. It was a simple simplification in the
sense that whatever great power, if there was one, out there in the vast and immense foreverblue, took it upon itself to pull the sun down beyond the horizon and cast the light of day to the far side of the world. This momentous metamorphosis of everything that we can see happens twice daily, once forwards and once backwards, and that in itself is enough to ...