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Midnight Scares and Self-reflectionsIt's way past midnight, the house is so quiet that my heartbeat could be heard pounding from the basement three floors down and my shaky breathing resounding through the empty household. The house is pitch black, all downstairs lights off, just as I was instructed, the surrounding darkness from the cruel, bitter cold outside caving me in like death looming at my doorstep, not permitting me outside. Nobody is home except for my 5 year old sister and I and it's after midnight. My parents have yet to return from a party and it's dark as hell outside. Am I scared? Hell no. Was I a little child who was afraid of the dark? Of course not, I'm almost 17. Was I paranoid? Maybe. But I was definitely not scared-Midnight Scares and Self-reflections by BoomBoomSatellites
I jump a little at the sudden noise, then proceed from under my covers to look around. It was just my bed rubbing against the floorboards. Again. I sighed in relief, then got out of bed shakily and went to go check on Sophie, my little angel that I call my sist
Ignorance,Childhood Murder and 'Happy Endings'Until the age of nine, I was unaware of the fact that all good things must come to an end. It was not a characteristic, or a value that I learned, but a lesson that I had remained blissfully ignorant of for the longest time. My life had been so peaceful since that point, but learning that had made me more aware and have a better understand of everything that happens. I learned that ignorance is a good thing to carry sometimes, shielding us from the unforgiving world that we all have to live in. But sometimes, it can hurt, even kill, the ones we loved.Ignorance,Childhood Murder and 'Happy Endings' by BoomBoomSatellites
It was the summer of 05, only, I don’t exactly remember the weather, but you don’t remember perfect things, do you? In those perfect instances it was neither hot, nor cold. It was not windy and yet the air would not stand still, shifting from foot to foot like an unsettled toddler. I don’t remember the house either in question, not much, it was one floor, blue, or perhaps yellow but that’s not where we
One of my favourite classes is Global Perspectives. The class is all about learning to become more empathetic with the people around you, and learning how to be an authentic person. Recently, my teacher asked us a question: What do you want to become? Since I was eight years old, I felt that all my ambitions were exceptionally solid. I wanted to become a famous writer and live in a quiet place. I was on a pretty stable path. I entered contests, and I won Spelling Bees, Gold Keys, Scholarships, and a huge Julius Caesar complex. I was so overly confident...
Then I got expelled. It was like someone took a sledgehammer to my ego. I began to become more aware of the fact that there were over a billion people in this world, and I wasn't the best of them. Now my dreams aren't really as solid. I still want to become a writer, and I still like quiet places. But I really want to make a change. I'm not too sure how, and in a way, I'm not to sure when. But I'm aware of myself and of people.
Now then, I'd really like to get some comments on this. I'd like to know what YOU want to become. I have to write a huge midterm essay on this subject, and I really liked the calm feeling of awareness that followed me. I want to see what other people think. I just want to see how far I can get by posting a lonely entry on a quiet profile. That's all I ever do.
The Unforgiving, Ch 7, Whoever Brings the NightChapter 7, Whoever Brings the Night
It had been two weeks since Amy's confession, and still, Sonic would not say one word to her. No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't say one word. Nothing at all.
Things were awfully quiet in the green hill zone. Nothing happened at all. No attacks. No ambush. No nothing.
But that wouldn't be for long.
On a quiet autumn evening, while Tails was once again busy on the X-tornado (which had suffered serious damage during the fight) a letter came through the door. It was easy to hear the sound of the letter dropping to the ground in the silence of the house. Curious, as he got little post, Tails left his plane and headed to the door. On the floor, was a pale, white envelop, Tails bend down to pick it up. On the envelop it had fancy calligraphy it read
To Miles “Tails” Prower
It was usual for Tails to be named by his proper name, this must have been something important. Tails opened the envelop. Inside, it was once again writ
Artist In The MakingZachary Sawyer
January 20th, 2014
Artist In The Making
Tough times in one’s life can be difficult to some people but some just go along with the flow to see if it passes. That’s what most people would tell to you, and that’s what people told me, just ignoring the bad and try and go towards the good. That honestly didn’t work for me, it took two years to see the good for me, because I wanted to do it my way, try and find it the real way, by experience, and not just ignoring it. This was a span between 2011-2013 roughly to get this all together. Looking back on this whole thing was that I was very depressed with everything and really was just a cranky person. Currently I’m better now, I’m in much better moods and interact with others much more, this is only because my friends online. Only you can give yourself happiness but others can help you as well.
I started to draw random little cartoons around 2011 because I thought they were funn