lost guy
- maybe am all alone
They told me rules before I knew, What's right, what's wrong, what not to do. I wore a mask, I played along, But deep inside, it felt all wrong. I had a voice, it spoke so clear, But I kept quiet, trapped by fear. "What if they judge? What if I break?" So I stayed silent for their sake. Now that silence starts to ache, A dream asleep I need to wake. It's time I let the real me speak - Not loud, just true. Not strong, just weak.
Suzanne Collins
- The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes
On the way, they passed three bodies, recognizing one as that of a young maid who served tea so nicely at the Cranes' afternoon gatherings. A heavy, wet snow began falling and they thought the streets deserted, but on the way home, a bundled figure sent them scurrying behind a hedge. They watched as their neighbor Nero Price, a titan in the railroad industry, carved the leg from the maid, sawing back and forth with a terrifying knife until the limb came free.
Anony
- The High School Student
He did not say, "I will try hard to do better!" Instead, he said he was the best student ever. He said he deserved good grades and that the teachers were wrong. He said that the teachers were all working together to be mean to him. He demanded an investigation.
lost guy
- bored
Currently suffering from a serious case of "nothing-to-do-itis." If any night owl wanna join me for some emotionally unstable poetry night , hit up my undercover . Rules of the Game: - No face reveals (we keep it mysterious like Netflix thrillers) - My main Insta is in girlfriend custody, so this account is as fake as my gym promises DM me if you're down to be my temporary therapist with zero credentials. Peace out.
dlai211
- Richard Feynman Quote
I think it's much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of certainty about different things, but I'm not absolutely sure of anything, and there are many things I don't know anything about.
Bored guy
- Imaginary head with a lot of tales
Do you have a head in which there are imaginary things that you think about all the time but others don't? Imaginary places, imaginary stuff, imaginary incidents. It's all in your head all day long. Cut off from reality or maybe not. And one day it all turns out to be true. You weren't imagining them, they were always true. Then it becomes clear that everybody else around you has been imagining the reality that they thought was true. Weird.
Anonymous
- OCT 20, 1973 - THE SATURDAY NIGHT MASSACRE
Richardson refused. He had a number of reasons for his refusal. The president's request went against the rule of law (meaning that laws apply to everyone equally). Richardson was determined to uphold the independence of the special prosecutor (meaning that there would be no political interference.) Richardson had also promised Congress that there would be no interference to prevent the prosecutor from doing his job and Richardson was a man of his word.
Mark Z Danielewski
- House of Leaves - coded letter passage
Try handing easy attitudes to tasting efforts naming dances attending numerous titles so dolorously ostracized in time. Over tumbles healing ends raw suffering done on installment trips. Negotiate on the easter venue every reeling youth declares awful years, not oneiric trespasses effected victoriously every rainy year wearing emerald elements killed, muttering and yodeling by ear near other totemic ears venturing easily near even victories eaten rare you might ogle never tell him.
The Magician from Riga
- Attack with Mikhail Tal
In modem chess the art of defence has grown greatly, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to win a won position. But the basic principles of attack are eternal. Moreover, the assault need not necessarily resemble a meteorite, be instantaneous and be calculated from beginning to end: the king in the centre can be the target of a lengthy, multi-stage offensive, with one phase logically developing into another.
Kiwi66
- Pet Happiness
Have you ever wondered why does my pet get so excited about food or walks? Well it's easy to see they require little things to look forward to. Of course they are happy when their owners come home, because they truly love and miss us. Food also gives them something to look forward to. Walks and scheduled walks really excite them. So I say, lets give our pets all they look forward to. I don't know about yours but mine give me love and purpose, unless I miss a scheduled walk. Lol.
Ian Navarro
- Left or Right
I can't figure out which thumb to use on the spacebar. Is it the left or the right? The left thumb might be quicker since it never types the periods, commas, or punctuation. But my right thumb moves faster. So, which thumb should I use?
Charice Faye Gunawan
- You hurt me.
You hurt me. The way you didn't even said anything to me ever since you took it off. You've been avoiding me. But most importantly, you hurt me. The way we went from being there for each other, then suddenly one day you just left. I always thought we could work out, or just stay as friends. But no. You chose the hard way. You chose to avoid me and act like nothing happened.
lost guy
- poem
I gave my heart in silent streams, In gentle thoughts and quiet dreams. But one mistake, a heavy fall, Took all the love we had at all. Now all you see is where I failed, Not the times I loved you without fail. My care is lost, too deep to find, Buried beneath the wounds and time.
Elisa Chenoweth
- MARIA PETRANELLI IS PREPARED FOR ANYTHING (EXCEPT THIS)
Maria Petranelli felt her height, or rather lack of it, was a curse. It gave people the impression she was cute. And cute people are never taken seriously. Maria ached to be taken seriously. She longed to be described as 'independent, with an air of mystery'; the type of person others suspected could be dangerous if they needed to be. Maria's cuteness was a bitter reality she fought against every day.
SHARON KERNOT
- Birdy
A fairytale. Once upon a time there lived a lonely old woman at the edge of a forest. Her house creaked and groaned with clutter. Paint peeled, iron rusted. She sat in her worn old armchair with her scrawny cat, Stinker, and waited and waited for forty-five years for her daughter to come home to walk through the door to say, Hi Mum. But she will not come home. She disappeared one cool January evening. Vanished, gone. The end.
STEPH TISDELL
- THE SKIN I’M IN
The alarm shrieked at me like a kookaburra. I opened a sleepy eye and looked at the clock: 6;30am. This was it - my first day of Year 12. The first day of my last year of school. Or, the last year to make sure that the next major phase of my life began correctly. No pressure. My crusty eyes weren't keen on the depth of that thought. Thinking about the rest of your life isn't easily accomplished when you can feel your own drool on your chin.
ERIN GOUGH
- INTO THE MOUTH OF THE WOLF
Iris Moretti was sick of the road. She would never admit this to her mother, but it was true. She hated the engine noise. She hated the smell of exhaust. She hated the petrol station toilets with their damp loo paper and puddled floors. She hated crowded cap sites and shop-bought sandwiches and dashboard dice. She hated speed cameras and stashing her clothes in overnight bags an the in-betweenness and the passing-throughness sand the never, ever staying long.
Anonymous
- Another Disappointment
I read a headline that Joe Biden had edited himself into a family portrait. I got really excited because I thought he had edited himself into the portrait of some random family. I felt deflated when it turns out it was his own family. Maybe Bill Murray can do it. I want him to.
hvjgc
This is a typing test that we will use to figure out how fast you type. Be very careful because you will need to lap the timer exactly when I tell you to. If you miss the time, you will need to start over. Stop the timers exactly now! That was fifty words. The nest time you will stop the timer will be at a hundred words. We will use this data to create a graph, which we can extrapolate to find out how fast of a typist you are. You will be lapping the timer again right now!
Isobelle Carmody
- Comes The Night
Will stepped from a white-hot dazzle of sunlight into the shadowed lane between two long, high bricks walls. The sudden coolness made him dizzy. He squatted and put his head between his knees, wondering if something had gone wrong with the weather metrics. As his eyes adjusted to the shade, he noticed dense moss growing in the cracks of the broken pavement. He touched it with his forefinger. It was soft and cool, like a green pelt.
