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Getting to know meBasic Info:
- Name: Ver
- Age: 14 2/3 years old
- Birthday: October 18th
- Gender: tomboyish female?
- Ethnicity (spellfail): mexican, puerto rican, and dominican
- Occupancy: Part time student, full time artist and babysitter
- School grade: sophmore in highschool
- Relationship Status: taken
Info about me:
- Favorite color: blue
- Favorite pastime: drawing, reading, listening to music, writing, Skyping
- Favorite season: spring and summer
- Career in the future: vetinary medicine or biology
Description of myself:
- I have long medium to dark bronw hair. My eyes are a very dark brown. I wear glasses, most of the time. I am four foot eleven or five foot. I weigh ninety-one pounds. I have a short temper but very nice, as long as you don't piss me off.
Life of a Rogue"GET BACK HERE YOU THIEF!"
I ran with a meatball sandwich in my mouth. A human man about the age of 20 chased after me, for a short period of time. But he eventually got tired and I claimed the sandwich mine with victory. I run through allies till I reach what I call home. Central Park, best place in all of New York. I run swiftly past couples of romantic humans kissing and speaking in this sappy goo goo baby talk, humans with their young, and humans with their dogs. I look at those dogs on leashes and compared them to me. There are alot of differences.
I'm a mixed breed, low percentage wolf, who is also a stray. My name is Rogue, I wear a forest green bandana around my neck and I'm a thief. I have a long scar on my muzzle from . . . Uh-oh animal control. I down the sandwich and throw myself in the nearest bush. They didn't see me, but they had a yowling tabby, tom-cat called Chief in a carrier case. I felt bad for him, so ran out of the bush and howled like a rabid, well, dog. They tu
LonelyI sit on my bed leaning towards the computer screen, scrolling through every comment, every note. I sigh, there was nothing that caught my eye. There was only comments saying thanks for the faves or thanks for the watch and stuff from friends. I stare at my message page with hatred.
"Is that really all you have for me" I murmur. The screen gave no answer, so whispered swear words at it as I cleaned out my messages. Once it was emptied and jammed my blue earbuds in my ears and began listening to my favourite songs to pull me out of my shadowy mood. I refreshed the page only to disappoint myself. Officially in a dark mood, I scowled at the computer screen which showed my personality written all over it. My music, art, choice of background, and everything else screamed me.
I turned off the music and switched my earbuds into my handy-dandy I-pod touch. I refreshed the page one last time, my heart raced, hoping for what I wanted to show. Empty, fuck you deviantART mess
Chapter twoI slowly wake up realizing the sun leaking through my curtains, even though they were closed. I yawned and looked at the time, 9:37 AM. Athena, my dog, sat by the door waiting for me to wake up, she did that every morning. I had named my Collie Athena because of how intelligent she was. I had gotten her from the humane society where I volunteered.
“So eager every morning, Athena” I say with a smile, she wags at the sound of her name. Shaking my head with a light laugh, I slip on the light blue slippers that were under my bed. She slightly moves out the way as I walk towards the door, I grab the nob and turned it. Athena dashes to the door and heads to the kitchen, I roll my eyes and take a sniff in the air. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and orange juice were this morning’s aromas. As I walk to the kitchen I hear my mom walk out the backdoor. I shrug my shoulders and continue on walking, Athena runs back to me with a piece of bacon in her mouth. I enter the kitchen to the sig
chapter 1She sat in a small room that contained white walls with free styled art painted on some parts of the wall. In the room, there was a dark chocolate wooded bed frame with a black comforter, black pillow, and black fleece, all with white polka dots. Next to the bed was a nightstand, which had a black digital alarm clock, a Nintendo DS, and a Kindle Fire. In the shelf, there were a few books and some chargers, which had formed a tangled mess of wires. Inside the drawer were mechanical pencils and erasers and lead, and most importantly, her sketchbook. Next to the nightstand was a bookcase, it had some more books and contained movies on the shelves as well. The book case was a three shelf dark chocolate wood shelf, it was the same color as all the furniture in the room. At the foot of the bed was her desk. On her desk was a desk lamp and pencil cup. Above the desk on the wall was a calendar with blue, green, and red markings on quite a few days on the month. Inside h
examining the worldI lay here on my back, on the couch. I'm laying here viewing the apartment that I live in with a different perspective. The wall has a long crack and and a slight bump. Huh, i never noticed that there before.
As I lay here and look around, I think of my life. What has happened to me, the good and the bad, and how they shaped my life. I can't help but to frown but smile too. They made me who I am. As much as I am self-consious and feel ugly, I love my personality. I love that I have friends like, being a tomboy, all the things I love, being an artist and a musician.
After thinking about the loves, I think about the hates. Boy, that list is long. I hated the man that ruined my childhood and is trying to ruin my life, I hate the misery my first crush put me through, arachnids (god they make me shudder in terror), and so much more.
Sometimes I'm angry, frustrated, hurt, conflicted, emotional, but I'm also excited, joyful, surprised, and happy in general. As much as I would hate life, I lov
EpiphanyEpiphany - is an experience of sudden and striking realization. Generally the term is used to describe scientific breakthrough, religious or philosophical discoveries, but it can apply in any situation in which an enlightening realization allows a problem or situation to be understood from a new and deeper perspective.
Enlightened I am now in the shadow of the sun
that creeps through my window
in the corner of my room
My situation is heightened by an awareness of an utter reality
that I have come full circle in my life so far
This realization that ma
Confessions of a Teenage Atheist: My DeconversionOn Atheism and My Confusion About Religion
From the time I could talk to the end of sixth grade, I believed everything my parents and culture told me about God. Having grown up in a devout Baptist household without exposure to competing ideologies (political, moral or religious), I had no reason to think twice about anything. When I wanted something or was scared, I would pray to God and just expected He was listening. In seventh grade, everything began to change.
When I was 13 and in seventh grade, I began to want to believe something strongly. More than anything, I needed to really care about something bigger than myself. My search didn't need to go far. I had always assumed anything my parents believed was the truth; after all, they were smart people. I basically went through the opposite of teenage rebellion, latching on to everything they sai
Real StrengthReal strength is not measured with weights, but in the ability to reach up from the ashes and fly again.
Religious Separation. Higher Preparation.Religious Separation. Higher Preparation.
The brightest of stars, expelling and resonating the most heavenly of higher powers.
From where in the stars originate ours?
We are merely a spec within the largest machine ever seen~ I recommend attempting to improve your insight; maybe even intervene.
Have you ever seen the beautiful magnitude of solar systems grouped together over time accrued, especially when looked upon from an outside view?
The perception of scientifically proven information, live one of our greatest inventions, and so too reserve the possibility of a massive mankind redemption; dependent if we are resilient and endure: but only if we change our misconception.
Which scientific or theological explanation do you prefer, and are they beliefs built from good intention?
A greater existence rests the fate of those whom are willing to decide for themselves.
My only limitation is knowing when this will occur, which will unveil the curtain m
Thoughts on leaving our mark on this world.We all wish to make a mark on this world. Trying to succeed in our lives so we will always be remembered, and thus we do all we can to make our mark. Most of us think you must do grand things to do so. This in turn has made the worst and the best out of us. Some causing nothing but pain to others in the worst possible way while others helped people in the best of ways. Yet we all see this and we all wish it, but we all already have made our mark on this world. No matter how small it may seem. We do not need to do horrific or grand things in life. For the people we meet the things we have done in our lives and the work we do to better our lives or worsen it have in its own right caused us to make our own mark. Even I thought of such a thing. Not wanting to be forgotten to be remembered by all. So I thought that if I dreamed of ruling the world one day people will know who I was when I was alive.
Now that dream is basically impossible but it was just a dream none the less. S
Purple ProsePurple Prose – A Grape By Any Other Name Would Still Hurt If It Hit You In The Eye
Purple prose is writing that is overly extravagant and ornate to the point that it becomes distracting or unpleasant to the reader. More often than not, it is complex simply for the sake of showing off (a less charitable person might call it authorial masturbation). It can also produce a few giggles, as well. Don’t believe me? How about we look at two pieces of prose, one purple and the other quite plain.
a) Billy went to school on a yellow bus. It was the first time he had ever caught the bus on his own, so he was worried when it got stuck in traffic. Luckily, the traffic jam didn’t last long, and he got to school on time.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the above example. Perhaps it is simple, but the point it’s trying to convey is also simple. So, why don’t we sex it up a little? Let’s turn the prose from grey… to purple (I’
ImmortalWhat mere human being would want to gain the gift of immortality? Certainly not me, that’s for sure!
Call me crazy or something along those lines, but I think not experiencing the fragilities of mankind is honestly quite daunting. We are born to die sadly enough. However if there’s one thing that strikes fear into me is meeting my demise – I’m sure most can agree with me on this opinion.
Frankly I’d rather die than to live eternally, seeing those I care about constantly die around me.
The question is would you like to live forever? And why is that?
R.O. historia zycia na niby. FragmentNajpierw z jednego, potem kolejno z następnych głośników rozległo się żałosne zawodzenie alarmu. Jak echo po lesie rozniosło się w mgnieniu oka po ulicach milczącego miasta. Wybiła kolejna godzina. Obwieściła to wszem i wobec tarcza ratuszowa. Odruchowo, ludność udała się pod domowe odbiorniki radiowe, by wyszukać wśród trzasków jedyny działający kanał. Kto spóźnił się na dzisiejszą audycję nie mógł najprawdopodobniej usłyszeć komunikatu:
,,Tu stacja czwarta. Godzina dwudziesta pierwsza, dnia siódmego października roku &#%$. Sytuacja na frontach nie zmieniła się w przeciągu dwudziestu czterech godzin. Rozruchy w południowej części kraju zostały skutecznie stłumione. Zagrożenie ze strony bombowców- nikłe. Słupy maskujące na dzi
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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