Sometimes, a squirrel would run by, stopping her in her tracks. She would watch it in silence with a curious look, before the others would drag her out of her thoughts and to the classroom. Throughout the class, though, her face would embody the same expression, as if she had never left the squirrel, or as if it had never left her.
Sometimes, a crow would fly by, and she would stop and watch it in wonder, wishing she had a morsel to throw at it so it wouldn’t be hungry. She would wish she didn’t have prior commitments, so she could sit and watch the crow all day, without a care in the world.
Sometimes, she would see a dog or a k
If I was a chicken
What would that mean?
Would I be too scared to fly;
Too scared to dream?
Would I have feathers all over
And an ugly beak?
Or would I just look like whatever
No matter the week?
If I was a chicken
Would I have friends?
Or would I be alone
To no end?
Would I be happy?
Would I be sad?
Would life be good?
Or would it be bad?
If I was a chicken
Who knows how I'd be!
But I'm not a chicken;
I'm just me.
Who said it was impossible to love?
Who said I could not be free
To act as I please?
Who said I was dishonest?
Who said it was impossible
To trust me?
Who said they could abandon me?
Who said they could throw me away
Like an old, tore up toy?
You said it.
You said
That you would throw me away
Because I betrayed you.
And I believed you.
My Priorities, My Life: A Simple Journal by createdbyfear, literature
Literature
My Priorities, My Life: A Simple Journal
Music is something that has many different definitions. Some may describe it as a combination of different melodies, harmonies, rhythms, articulations, and many other technical terms, that will end up resulting in a song. Others may prefer to refer to it as a story a story where the instruments are the characters, the melody is the main plot, and the harmonies are the settings in which the story takes place. For me, however, music is definable by one simple word. That word is "life".
Without music, I would not be who I am today. Since there are so many different genres of music in our world, I usually attempt to keep an open mind, try
Don't Chase After Ponies! by createdbyfear, literature
Literature
Don't Chase After Ponies!
My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after ponies because you'll only end up with a fedora in your left eye socket." I never quite understood his advice until one Summer Sun Celebration, I was gardening with my best friend Myra. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was insane and spooky sounds came from deep within. Myra saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
The Girl in the Mirror by createdbyfear, literature
Literature
The Girl in the Mirror
Can you see my face? Can you see the way these long, spider-like strands of hair tangle themselves beneath these deep, brown eyes? Can you understand the emotions hidden within those eyes?
This mirror is trying to show me what I look like, but its images are not connecting to my brain. There must be a lost pathway somewhere, crumbling underneath these sadistic thoughts that travel upon it daily. Otherwise, I would be able to recognize those spiteful eyes glaring at me, seemingly wanting to destroy everything existing within me. I would be able to understand those monstrous, hateful emotions, and they would try to consume me, just like they s
"My name is Ange."
Everything had started with those few words. That is, to say, that the end had been thrust upon the man so suddenly that he was unsure as to whether or not it was a dream. He had lived a fair life up until then as a teenager, he had been brilliant in mathematics; as a young adult, he had decided to teach others of the joy of mathematics. Now, however, he was old. Mantice had lived for a striking amount of 96 years, with arthritis and everything. It was time for Mantice to leave and standing at the door was this strange person named Ange, who gave off a radiance equivalent to that of a star's.
"Mantice Laskal
Sometimes, a squirrel would run by, stopping her in her tracks. She would watch it in silence with a curious look, before the others would drag her out of her thoughts and to the classroom. Throughout the class, though, her face would embody the same expression, as if she had never left the squirrel, or as if it had never left her.
Sometimes, a crow would fly by, and she would stop and watch it in wonder, wishing she had a morsel to throw at it so it wouldn’t be hungry. She would wish she didn’t have prior commitments, so she could sit and watch the crow all day, without a care in the world.
Sometimes, she would see a dog or a k
If I was a chicken
What would that mean?
Would I be too scared to fly;
Too scared to dream?
Would I have feathers all over
And an ugly beak?
Or would I just look like whatever
No matter the week?
If I was a chicken
Would I have friends?
Or would I be alone
To no end?
Would I be happy?
Would I be sad?
Would life be good?
Or would it be bad?
If I was a chicken
Who knows how I'd be!
But I'm not a chicken;
I'm just me.
Who said it was impossible to love?
Who said I could not be free
To act as I please?
Who said I was dishonest?
Who said it was impossible
To trust me?
Who said they could abandon me?
Who said they could throw me away
Like an old, tore up toy?
You said it.
You said
That you would throw me away
Because I betrayed you.
And I believed you.
My Priorities, My Life: A Simple Journal by createdbyfear, literature
Literature
My Priorities, My Life: A Simple Journal
Music is something that has many different definitions. Some may describe it as a combination of different melodies, harmonies, rhythms, articulations, and many other technical terms, that will end up resulting in a song. Others may prefer to refer to it as a story a story where the instruments are the characters, the melody is the main plot, and the harmonies are the settings in which the story takes place. For me, however, music is definable by one simple word. That word is "life".
Without music, I would not be who I am today. Since there are so many different genres of music in our world, I usually attempt to keep an open mind, try
Don't Chase After Ponies! by createdbyfear, literature
Literature
Don't Chase After Ponies!
My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after ponies because you'll only end up with a fedora in your left eye socket." I never quite understood his advice until one Summer Sun Celebration, I was gardening with my best friend Myra. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was insane and spooky sounds came from deep within. Myra saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
The Girl in the Mirror by createdbyfear, literature
Literature
The Girl in the Mirror
Can you see my face? Can you see the way these long, spider-like strands of hair tangle themselves beneath these deep, brown eyes? Can you understand the emotions hidden within those eyes?
This mirror is trying to show me what I look like, but its images are not connecting to my brain. There must be a lost pathway somewhere, crumbling underneath these sadistic thoughts that travel upon it daily. Otherwise, I would be able to recognize those spiteful eyes glaring at me, seemingly wanting to destroy everything existing within me. I would be able to understand those monstrous, hateful emotions, and they would try to consume me, just like they s
"My name is Ange."
Everything had started with those few words. That is, to say, that the end had been thrust upon the man so suddenly that he was unsure as to whether or not it was a dream. He had lived a fair life up until then as a teenager, he had been brilliant in mathematics; as a young adult, he had decided to teach others of the joy of mathematics. Now, however, he was old. Mantice had lived for a striking amount of 96 years, with arthritis and everything. It was time for Mantice to leave and standing at the door was this strange person named Ange, who gave off a radiance equivalent to that of a star's.
"Mantice Laskal
So hi guys
It's summer so no more stress from school
So there's a slight chance of productivity appearing from this place sometime over this two-month period of freedom
oh god has it really been that long since I posted
But only around a 35% probability
......maybe, idk, I suck at math YAY
so yeah
just
sorta
letting people know?
I don't really know
~FoalFluttershyplz (https://www.deviantart.com/foalfluttershyplz) ok bye XD
FIRST OFF, I WAS TAGGED BY ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING WRITERS EVER, ~Monkeyface10 (https://www.deviantart.com/monkeyface10)
EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE KPOP, GO READ. NAW. 8D
(Took a while for me to get around to doing this, though LOL)
1. You must post the rules.
2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the ponies you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 11 ponies to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them.
6. No tag backs
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you're tagged if you're reading th
Stolen KINDLY BORROWED from ~Luthryll (https://www.deviantart.com/luthryll)
LET'S GET THIS BITCH STARTEDDD!
Use the Random Pokémon Generator (http://wyncorporation.com/pokemon/index.php) for this game. Set settings to:
# of Pokémon: 1
Pokédex Region: National Dex
Pokémon Type: Any
Exclude Legends: No
Exclude Not From Evolution (Pokémon that have not evolved): No
Then generate ONLY ONE Pokémon per question. If you get the same Pokémon twice, that is okay. Some questions require you to have more than one Pokémon, so in that case switch the generator # of Pokémon to the required amount needed.
When you complete the meme, tag
Heyy~ I've been pretty busy lately, so that's why I haven't been as active, but I miss you too (as well as the rest of the community XD) How are things going for youuuu? :3