The Year of the Rat, 1: Memoirs of a Streetkid by Frank-Jaspers, literature
Literature
The Year of the Rat, 1: Memoirs of a Streetkid
It took three days and nights to get to New York City by greyhound, three days with hardly a scrap of food to eat and three nights with almost no sleep. All I had in my possession were a few books and odd things, an extra t-shirt and a hundred dollars in cash—all the money I had in the world, and most of which was stuffed into my left boot. I was going to need it to last a long time, because I had no help waiting for me in New York, no family, no friends, no plans, nothing. Everyone else who was on the bus probably had families with apartments, money for hotel rooms, taxi cabs or subway destinations in Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Har
The Granny Saga Part One: The Grocery Store by jaynesbrothersue, literature
Literature
The Granny Saga Part One: The Grocery Store
The word “grandmother, granny, grandma,” or other such names used to describe one’s parent’s parent, often provokes images of a sweet old lady, wearing an apron and making chocolate chip cookies from scratch. This, however, is not always the case, as such with my mother’s mother.
Granny, as we called her, was born in 1912. I always remembered the year she was born because it was the same year the Titanic sank. She was 18 when the Great Depression started but she never knew it. Being born and raised on farm money was always rare, so being broke was nothing new.
I tell you this because I feel it would better help
Feeling A Little Ugly by sittinintherain, literature
Literature
Feeling A Little Ugly
When I looked around the department store, I saw pictures of beautiful women, some nearly nude. I couldn't choose between hating or admiring them. They could show all the skin they wanted to. Their hair was some otherworldly shade of blond, or a stark jet black. Their faces had no imperfections, no acne scars or yellow teeth. And of course, their boobs were bigger than my head. Those that did wear clothes wore sexy low cut dresses, high heels, and jewelry worth more than my apartment. They were just like the other girls at school. And in the middle of this store, with angels lining the walls, was me.
My bumpy, pale skin was hidden
Astriferous 2: Home. Always by HelloLilacWonder, literature
Literature
Astriferous 2: Home. Always
When I was little girl, my family and I would travel. As we’d clamber up the stairs and into the plane, I’d ask my father where we were going. He’d smile his crinkly eyed smile and say home.
The plane ride was of course torturous to say the least. I was loud, stubborn and hyper. I drove everyone up the walls and made my fair share of flight attendants hate me, by the age of five.
Then we’d touchdown and I’d play hide and seek with my brother at the luggage area. It was loud and busy. Every year it seemed like, everyone had gone home that summer.
But nothing beat my excitement for
We live in a world where even freedom has a price, we have put economical worth on even the intangible things, we have the right to own.
We are told to study, work, save money, meet the one, get married, have kids, buy a house, save up for tough times –– then we're told we're free…and we believe it.
The word freedom has been corrupted, and the meaning…destroyed.
We look up to celebrities and politicians more than anything else…that is increasingly concerning, especially since it is easier and easier to become a celebrity, and more and more obvious politicians don't know what the fuck they're doing, coining
Then is now, and after is before. by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
Then is now, and after is before.
It's all happening right now, even what we believe to be the past… everything is in it's perspective "now" moment. We are living in a time where our present is defined by our surroundings, our era, ourselves…but this is merely our perception, and perception dear friends, can change. We are all telepathically communicating with one another, from the first ever instant, to the last ever instant…everything in between is us living, and like a domino effect, or a ripple…everything is a reaction, a branch of a centre, of the infinite all.
We move through time, time does not pass, or stop, or go…'time' is just an
Life, judgement, freedom and peace. by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
Life, judgement, freedom and peace.
Things happen, we don't know if it's because they are meant to be, if it's life's way of throwing you a curve ball, if it's just the next chapter, in your own little story–– but things happen.
The way you choose to deal with it, confront it, avoid it, run from it, or face it head on, with confidence, strength and acknowledgement, determines the next step, the next plot twist, the next character strength or flaw.
Be the person you would look up to, the person you would sneak peeks at from the corner of your eye, and think "damn, that's cool, I wish I could be like that" stop wishing it, it is too easy to be all theory, most of us