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How Many Lives Changed That Day?Dad and I were coming home from Charleston when we passed by the Georgetown paper mill. We were half way home when a pungent smell hit my nose.How Many Lives Changed That Day? by *cannykins
I wrinkled my nose at the odor and asked, “Did you fart?”
Dad said, “Nope. Paper mill baby.”
“Well, it smells like a bad fart.”
Dad half chuckled, “Hell it used to smell worse. A lot worse. When I was a boy I could smell it off of momma’s front porch. Just ask Sandra.”
“Damn, from that far away? Christ.”
“No, it don’t smell like it used to. Smells like a bed of roses now from how it used to be.”
I looked outside
Define your own beautyYou can't possibly expect society to accept a definition of beauty when you can't even appreciate yourself. If you want things to change, start with how you look at yourself. Learn to love and consider yourself beautiful regardless of what size you are. People follow by example. Be that example.Define your own beauty by *cannykins
Society changes for no one but it’s own whims and what is popular.
“I want a flatter tummy. Or I want society to change so I can feel better about myself.”
No, things don’t work like that. If you want to feel better about yourself, you need to deal with your own insecurities and learn to appreciate yourself as a whole, flaws
In my dreamsIn my dreams, I sometimes see her, my mother. I'll go to her, talk to her, ... hell I've even argued with her in my dreams ... seems we can't even keep peace even in my sleep and after she's gone.In my dreams by *cannykins
But after a while I hear a voice, "She's gone. She's dead. She's not coming back."
It's my own voice that I hear. I will wake up after that, feeling empty and lost. It's like a reminder, a constant reminder that she's gone.
Like I don't know that?
Everyday I wake up, and pass her empty room.
Everyday, every time I walk in the living room, her chair is empty.
Every time I see something she likes, and I reach for it, thinking to myself, "Mom wou
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Struggle Ch 23 -Extra Pair of Eyes-Struggle Ch 23 -Extra Pair of Eyes-Struggle Ch 23 -Extra Pair of Eyes- by *cannykins
"You want to use me as an information mule? How's that going to work? I don't go anywhere, haven't done anything except put myself at risk, haven't left since I've been here... Hell I just met that Elvira woman yesterday."
He held up a hand, showing that he wanted to speak, "Elvira Deamon is a patient woman. She bides her time, plays whatever hand she wants, calculatedly. She has no issue with waiting for whatever she wants. I'll be honest. I don't have the foggiest idea what she's going to do with you. But I will tell you, that you're not the first to undergo the same experiment. Live or die, I doubt you
Struggle Ch 26 -Facade-Struggle Ch 26 -Facade-Struggle Ch 26 -Facade- by *cannykins
Blizzard jumped, turned around and almost fell on her ass, all the while getting to her feet and facing him, "Raid! It's not what you--"
Raid held up a hand, "We need to take this elsewhere. This is between you and me. Canny doesn't need to be in the middle of this."
Blizzard opened her mouth to speak, or maybe she went slack jawed out of shock. It was obvious that he was furious, however he was forcing himself to keep a level head, at least until they got some privacy.
Cannon reached out and squeezed Blizzard's hand, "... I can go. I need a change of scenery anyways." She rose to her feet, her form shifting into h
Struggle Ch 25 -Problem-Struggle Ch 25 -Problem-Struggle Ch 25 -Problem- by *cannykins
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visitation my dear child?" Elvira's eyes didn't wander from the document she had been reading, though her guest and the document both shared her attention.
"...Pardon my intrusion. I wanted to speak with you about Doctor Morton Phillips' retirement as head practitioner."
"What of it? Have you decided to reclaim your position?" Elvira's gaze was now on Blizzard, the tablet now laying on her lap instead.
"...Yes. I've been thinking this over for a while now. I want to try once more."
"It has been many years child, since you've practiced. Why should I choose you instead of Corn
| Struggle is about a young woman who is taken from her home and forced to undergo a series of dangerous experiments for reasons unknown. This story focuses on her struggle as well as the people she forms bonds with and their desire to break free from the life they currently live. New to Struggle? Start here: [link] This story is set in a dark setting. Viewer discretion is advised. |
| This is a story about a young girl named Catherine. This story is a short one, but it will be in parts. This is the beginning of her tale, the day she was abducted. |
Why You Should Keep WritingWhy You Should Keep Writing by *merrak
Q: What do you guys think of my story so far? Should I keep going?
This seems to be a very popular question. I'll argue it's a useless question, and explain why.
This reply is directed at new writers, and despite the tone that may follow, I really do intend to be sincere and helpful. I was once a newbie, too. And although I'm certainly not going to claim to be great, I've fallen flat on my face enough times to learn how to pick myself up and produce something I'm proud of.
Here's why you need to not ask this question. You're either going to succeed, or you're going to fail. But, either way, you'll be better off for having:
1. Tried
2. Figured out how to motivate yourself to continue
3. Completed the entire first run of the story yourself
1 ~ I can speculate that there are plenty of people out there who are afraid of failure. I know first-hand. I'm not a professional writer. I teach mathematics. And it is my job every Fall to convince a hu
Coming outDear Mommy, (Please read this and take some time to think before you call me into your room to talk)Coming out by ~kikixD
I can't keep this to myself any longer. Mom, I am pansexual. Calm down, breath and I will explain it to you. Pansexual means that I don't see gender when I love, and no; its not the same as bisexual. Bisexual means you like men and women because you are sexual attracted to men and women only. Momma, when I start to have feelings for someone, its no because of their sexual organs; its because of their heart. I don't care about a persons sex or gender when I look at them. I love them for them, be they female, male, transman,transwoman, ge
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