Things left unsaid! by RawEmotionalSoul, literature
Literature
Things left unsaid!
It's 3am, cold outside. I woke up from my sleep, saw you in my dreams again... why am i secretly falling apart? lying on my bed i thought. I wish i was courageous enough to tell you that i want you to hold me close, tell me how much you care. I miss your random texts telling me what do you want to do to me, that how you love my lumps i hate the most. I miss the way you used to call me beautiful, that i miss your calm and heavy breaths which melt my ears making me feel all those things you have on your mind...
how much i want to kiss your collar bones... want to hear your voice which sounds like a lullaby, whispering my name on purpose because
We all look for happiness everyday, trying to find it in the places where there's even a possibility of a hint of it.
life feels great if you're in love with yourself. i used to think that loving yourself is enough, that you feel complete and you need no one in your life in any kind of relationship in order to keep your sanity or just to feel better about yourself because people are temporary. they don't stay around for long. they can't.
Sometimes you prove yourself wrong, things work out differently and you begin to feel the same you've always told yourself not to... but you still are too scared to open up because you want to remain guarded
(A/N: you should probably read the description first, to avoid confusion? :D)
My journey starts at a market square of some village. Somehow I'm in the middle of that place. Surrounded by people. None of them familliar to me. A lot of people are there... actually kinda too many of them for my liking. I take a look around and there's a small house at the edge of the market with stone-steps leading to its front-door. That's a good place to sit down and watch the crowd. So, that's what I do.
I sat down on those small steps made of stone and observed the people doing their thing.
It's very loud and lively and almost hectic, at least that's what
How to Tell a Honest Dog Story by FakemonNPhotos, literature
Literature
How to Tell a Honest Dog Story
A family isn’t a family without a pet. It fills the empty gap that you feel when the house is empty. There needs to be fur laying around, there needs to be drool on the furniture, there need to be dog treats laying around, and all the hearts in the home smile because of it. Thirty seven percent of families have dogs. Thirty-seven percent of families are truly happy. Some families are happier than others, to some families the pet is not a pet. Instead it is a son or a brother or a sister. Then the family is truly happy. For example a family like the LaCounts doesn’t treat their dog like a pet, they treat it like a family m
Traveling To Mars Essay by FakemonNPhotos, literature
Literature
Traveling To Mars Essay
Cole A. LaCount
Mr.Hibbard
January 6, 2016
Traveling to Mars
Finding a new home
225 million kilometers away is a small red orb. An orb called Mars. Near it is another orb, blue in color instead, named Earth. Earth is where the human species calls home. This is where we evolved and created history. However, that doesn’t mean that humanity is meant to stay here. Humans have the ability to build. We are able to build a new home on a new planet. But building on a new planet is a lot more difficult than it is building on Earth. There are many factors that come into play: the astronauts that go need to stay healt
Pirate Profile: Stede Bonnet by TwistedIvi, literature
Literature
Pirate Profile: Stede Bonnet
Historical:
Stede Bonnet was born in 1688 to Edward and Sarah Bonnet. They owned an extensive sugar plantation in Bridgetown which Stede inherited in 1964. In 1709, he married a woman named Mary Allamby. Together they had four children: Allamby, Edward, Stede, and Mary. His son Allamby died in 1715 which is theorized to have had a profound effect on Stede.
At one time, Bonnet held the rank of major in the Barbados militia. During his service, The War of Spanish Succession was taking place. Whether he took part in that or any combat is unclear. For unknown reasons and despite knowing nothing about seamanship, Bonnet turned to piracy. In
Why are you such a tease?
It’s been two days since I last talked to you. I must’ve lost you somewhere during some dozing contemplation.
Now, I don’t want to come off as ungrateful. You’ve allowed me to accomplish a great many things. Some of my best work was guided by your tempered hand and though not all of our collaborations led to success, I appreciated them all the same. They were proof of our commitment to each other.
But I have to ask, why didn’t you call me yesterday? We made a promise to meet each other for a little creative excursion. If not that, a discussion of the minutiae--a long term tryst that woul