you looked death in the eyes and knew.
death could die. death would die.
death could be replaced.
death would be replaced.
because death had to be replaced.
and you were the one to choose. you were brought there for a reason. you were given the choice of a lifetime. and it was all up to you to decide: would these next few centuries be ones of happiness and prosperity? or would the next few millennia bring famine and war and disease to humankind?
who would take on the mantle of death next?
you were told that death could govern with peace for a few centuries. or with hate and malice for millennia.
2020 was a threshold. the fate of the world was in your hands. it was up to you to decide what to do with it.
but who could replace death?
this choice was given, but you already knew what you had to do. you could never entrust...
"I hate the word homophobia. It's not a phobia. You are not scared. You are an asshole." -Morgan Freeman.
"I do not support the homosexual agenda."
This agenda you speak of is my life. I am forcing absolutely nothing on you.
"The Pride parade is unnecessary, and gay people already have rights."
You were never killed for loving. Governments are still peeling at the rights which we fought so hard toward. We are not even close to justice.
"Gay people are flamboyant and extra."
Nobody said flamboyance was extra except you. I do not owe you seriousness, or professionalism. And I do not have to fit into your stereotype.
"Trans people make me uncomfortable."
I owe you nothing. I do not owe you comfort. I will not live lies so that you can be comfortable.
"It's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve."
One thing being true does not make another untrue. And I do not have to conform...
let me just say right off the bat. i'm very sorry if i don't include you, trust me, i know the feeling and it kinda sucks. but people have their people. and just know that i appreciate everyone on this site. these are just the writers i felt i connected with more (and if you are here and you didn't feel like you connected with me, well. idk, bro. :( whatever. (i always have extreme anxiety when calling people my friend or saying things like 'these people, i connected with' so this is pretty nerve-wracking, and i guess it'd be pretty sad if the feeling wasn't mutual. but there isn't really anything i can do about it, so eh.))
also, i want to make it clear that i joined this site in august, 2019, and in around october, i'd guess, i took a long hiatus from being active on the site. (i reactivated myself about half a month ago.) this...
Masao stepped out of the stuffy airport and into the hot, humid Osaka air. Ah yes, Japan.
The acrid stench of gasoline shriveled his nose, and the loud cacophony of klaxons and honking cars reached his ears. It always took him a second to get accustomed to the abruptness of the real world after having been confined to a space of about three square feet.
The dull constant hum of the airplane still rang loud in Masao’s ears. His eyes were squinting to acclimatize to his surroundings.
“Ready to go?”
Masao’s thoughts came crashing back into the present. He had almost forgotten about his father, standing statue-still just two feet away from him, suitcase in hand, already poised to get into a bus. This happened fairly often, which made sense to Masao. Compared to most of the other kids in his class, he’d realized, in around sixth grade, that the amount of silence between his father and him was not...
when i first joined this site in august, i joined to write. i joined to read. and that was mostly it.
now i realize that there is a rich, diverse community of writers here, and i was a bit detached from that.
i am now realizing that the numbers of people i follow and people that follow me are very lopsided, and i wish to change that.
from now on, i am going to try to be more present in the community and comment more rather than just like pieces, and show more support.
when i came back to this site this june, i came back with more motivation to find fellow writers and appreciate more work, and i started posting things that were closer to my heart than before. (idk if this makes sense...)
i guess with the pieces that were more personal, i was kind of (this definitely doesn't make sense, but whatever lol) opening myself up to...
'Are you sure?'
Such a stupid question in most contexts.
"I'm going to buy this shirt."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, there it is! I'm suddenly convinced not to get this shirt that I really like that I just decided to buy."
If somebody asked 'Are you sure?' and gave you a reason as to why they were asking, that might mean something.
"I'm going to ace this test!"
"Are you sure? You haven't been studying very much, sweetie."
"Stop it, you're messing with my self-confidence!"
"It's misplaced self-confidence, honey, it won't do you any good."
"Are you sure about that?"
Another thing is when people ask 'Are you sure?' about a true statement; a fact.
"Are you sure about that? Because I think you look a bit-"
"I look a bit what? Say it. I dare you."
People shouldn't ask 'Are you sure?' to people's dreams, either, because that's just messed up.
"When I grow up, I'm going...
The red anger began to spread.
It had started in their chest, but it then quickly infected their arms and legs.
Deep breaths did nothing against the pure rage that they felt inside. They couldn't describe it. Soon, the fury reached a fever pitch. It had taken control of their brain. They clutched at their head, petrified and in pain.
They could not be near anyone. They were fearful of what would happen to the people around them should the monster be freed near them.
Breath hitching, they tried to suppress it. Rationalize. They tried to tell themself that there was nothing to be mad about, and that their friends were just messing with them.
But nothing could reason with the enraged demon that appeared from inside them.
Except for time.
Time could reason with anything.
So they waited.
And slowly, the beast inside retreated back to its cage, locking itself in their heart. Always to be waiting for itself...
The modern world is literally so messed up...
You know what the current education system does to students?
Oh, of course you do, you're also a student.... But to anyone who's out there who has any say in how our school system is run, please change it.
Here's the thing, okay? So there is like maximum one or two people in my grade at my school (although I do go to a tiny school with like, only about twenty people per grade, but that's not the point right now...) who actually get more than maybe seven hours of sleep. We're supposed to be getting what, nine, ten hours of sleep? Well you know what? It's not our irresponsibility that causes us to lose so much sleep...
No. It's the fault of school. All of it. Well, most of it. But like that's not the point right now. The pressure to...
These are my personal opinions, and I’m like sorry if we disagree.
Do not ask me who I mean by They. Because I have no fucking idea.
Also. Why the Fuck DiD tHeY cAnCeL AoS. ThIs Is A cRiMe. I wIlL CrY.
They really had the audacity.
May and Coulson are the ultimate couple. It Does Not Hurt that May is a badass who doesn’t even have powers. She’s stronger than a lot of people with powers, and I love her fight scenes. Coulson is just so… (I don’t know what better way to describe this, I’m sorry) cute…
May deserves her own extra blurb.
So does Coulson.
Anyway, May is so badass, and she Has A Backstory, and the backstory kind of stays relevant throughout all the seasons, which I think is impressive. Yes The Cavalry. Also, when she is Robin’s mom…. Yassssss. We absolutely love how her, like, nothing bothers me facade melts in six seasons.
James wished the little kid would just get his books and leave the library already. As a librarian, James had had his fair share of annoying little kids, but this kid was a new breed. He was running around, unsupervised, sometimes even screaming at the top of his lungs, upsetting many other parents and children.
James had already tried many times to convince the kid to calm down.
He had caught up to the little rascal in the young adults section, and had politely told him that running around was strictly prohibited in the library. The kid then had run off.
James later caught up to the troublemaker in the adult science fiction area, and had told him to please keep his voice down. To no avail.
The kid once again, ran off, screaming his little head off, without a care in the world.
James had tried asking him where his parents were, but once again, the kid ran.
Before I start, let me just say, phew!
That was an awesome contest! I got so many more pieces than I ever imagined! I got over thirty submissions! They were all so amazing, it took me a while.
Sorry if I took a bit of time on the results. But onwards, because one must choose winners when they were promised!!! (I'm so glad I was so loose with the honorable mentions. I would have had more, but I had to choose, and there's only so much I can do)
Thank you to everyone who entered! That was so great, I might do another contest soon!
First, a review of the prizes (if you win, comment down below what you want to be reviewed)
FIRST PLACE: 3 reviews of your choice, 5 comments/likes (my choice).
TWO RUNNERS-UP: 2 reviews, 3 comment/likes.
HONORABLE MENTIONS: (there may be many, there may be none, depending) 1 review 1 comment/like.
I do have...
Humans are so lazy...
They spend so much time sitting around and looking at those block shaped things they call 'cell phones' and 'computers.' The 'computers' and 'phones' don't even seem to actually do anything. They don't magically create things that are actually useful like food, or anything. They're useless! Although humans do seem to yell into their 'phones' a lot. What does that accomplish? Although the 'phones' do create a weirdly blue light. But it's so dim that it couldn't accomplish anything. Right?
We know that we only have twenty-eight waking days to live. Humans seem to waste all of their lives sitting and doing absolutely nothing! We have to work, work, work, taking their garbage for them. But, garbage is good for us, so it's okay that they hate garbage. Although why do they hate garbage so much? Its smell is so delicious! Who could resist? We sure can't! We eat as much as we can...
I've gotten so much support on this site, thank you, everyone so, so much! I can't believe I have 50 followers. What? I'm still not over it. Thank you all so much for supporting my work.
I just realized that I've kind of just stopped following people, even if I find some exceptional writing, so sorry!!! I'll try my best to support those who deserve it.
I feel like I haven't been on this site very long, but this proves me wrong, I guess!!!
Shoutout to all my followers, THANKS!!!
yukawuca - my first follower, thanks so much!!!
New York_dreamer - my second follower, and although I don't really know you in real life, I feel like you'd be an awesome person to hang out with. Thanks for the support!!! Your writing is so awesome!!!
rosemarywisdom thanks soooo much for the mention on your piece highlighting new WtWers with talent (me? omg) I appreciate that soo much!!! it's here,...
Has anyone ever tried learning a new language in a random spur-of-the-moment 'I have a stupid idea' moment?
Or has anyone decided to try a new sport 'just for a few days?' And then found out that you can't accomplish anything in a few days?
Has anyone just randomly decided that they wanted to write a book and spent a whole month working on it before throwing the thing out the window?
Has anyone just generally decided to do something before ultimately deciding not to do something?
Because I feel like that's me. And basically every other human on earth.
Did I hear a 'you're wrong?'
Be that way.
I'll just be unrelatable and annoying.
Or, you know, you could just screw off and read something else.
Truth be told, I have no idea what I'm writing right now.
I just wanted to be done with the frustration of...
I was just separated from my teacher of eight years.
She now teaches another first grade class, while I move on to high school, where teachers and students aren't as connected.
It's funny to think about how annoyed I could get at my teacher, who we shall call Ms. Smith from now on, because in the moment, annoyance feels like the worst thing in the world. In the end, everything we did together with the class was something very special. The bumps on the road made our relationship all the stronger, and I just didn't realize it until she was gone.
She taught us not only what she had to, but also important life lessons. I remember in second grade, Ms. Smith made the class pledge to not smoke. I remember not thinking much about it at the time, but I have to say, the class at that point really didn't understand the severity and actual weight that that promise...
I thought I was in love.
Who knew you could hate somebody so much after loving him so much?
Who knew a friendship could be broken in a matter of seconds?
I saw him with another girl, and it broke my heart. It made me realize many things that I thought our relationship had.
I thought he was a reserved person, who didn't talk much. I thought he was being respectful, keeping his hands away. I thought he loved me, seeing me every day.
I was wrong.
He didn't like me enough. He was not reserved with Her.
He had no respect for me. He didn't like me enough. His hands were all over Her.
He didn't love me enough, and it breaks my heart.
I don't have the heart to tell him that were over, but I hate him so.
We are definitely over.
Tears flow freely from my eyes, and I collapse in defeat.
But I feel free...
So do people actually learn something new every day?
I've always wondered this, so I decided to actually figure it out.
Disclaimer: this is in no way scientific, so don't be offended if I offend you, and don't take the things that I say as the cold, hard truth, because I might just be totally lying to you. You never know.
Okay. Here goes.
Day one. (And yes, if you were wondering, I did, in fact, write the intro after doing the experiment. *GASP* Whatever, okay?)
Again, here goes.
What did I learn today? Wow, I'm failing at this already. I did learn that I have a weird urge to document this weird and random experiment about learning. Does that count? My experiment, my rules. Yes, that counts.
Today, I learned that apparently, it's hard to have the motivation to keep writing. And I'm still only on the second day. I was planning to...
okay so here's the deal. never mind, i hate introductions, can we just get into this?
here are all the things that i hate.
okay, maybe not all, because that list would be wayyyy too long. but let's just hit the highlights.
when random people start talking to me on the street.
stay away from me, social people. don't you understand? stay away from me.
i don't want to talk. and since i don't want to talk, if you approach me to talk, trust me, i will walk away.
lesson one: if i'm looking at my phone but at the same time, my phone is off, it means i'm trying to look occupied to stay alone and unapproachable.
get the hint.
life - in general.
life is so complicated. i'm complaining to whoever made it. i wish life was one big website, so i would actually be able to complain and rate life to whoever owns it.
who likes life?...
You know that thing where you write so much that all of your pencils just break in half?
Well I don't, because that's not a thing!
But you should know what it's like to write so hard that all of your pencil leads break, and you're too lazy to sharpen all of those pencils. Because let's face it, there are many things more important than sharpening a pencil that is destined to break again soon anyway...
But most importantly, if you don't know what it's like to get so mad at a pencil for failing you that you break it, you are lucky. I have countless broken pencils that I'm too emotionally attached to to throw away. They're in that box marked "Emotional Support" which I only open to throw things inside. They're all pencils, of course. There can be nothing else inside. They must be pencils, and only the yellow number. 2 pencils. Ticonderoga. They must be of the...
Okay, to be fair, there was already mold on the windows before I moved in, but seriously. Should I be worried? I used to clean my windows every day. Just quickly and not very well, but I've completely stopped doing that. I've just started completely ignoring my windowsill, so I don't have to look at the mold. Is that bad?
I actually started to forget about it and live my life normally, but apparently, mold grows. I mean, what's up with that? At least I think it grew? Who knows, I totally forgot about it anyway.
But now, I'm seriously worried about it. Like, what if it's causing weird smells in my room and I just don't notice it because I'm used to it. What if my friend, or someone, comes over and comes into my room and decides it smells weird. Or am I just over-worrying?
I just can't anymore!
I feel like I need to move out, or...
Okay, I have a dilemma.
So. Basically, my dog ate my homework. Unfortunately, one my teachers never believes it when somebody swears up and down that their dog ate their homework. Sure, it's a weak argument when a person without a dog says, "My friend's dog ate my homework," but my teacher won't even accept it when people with dogs, like me, forget their homework. I mean, she won't accept it when their dogs eat their homework. But this time, I swear that my dog ate my homework. I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die. Except I don't want to die. Whatever. Let's not sweat the details.
Problem is, I've already used the excuse, "My dog ate my homework, miss," with this teacher. And let me tell you, it didn't go well. So I either have to do my homework again or find a better excuse. And neither of those options is really looking like a good one....
A gentle wind rustled through Spencer's dark brown hair as she stood looking out into the sunset on a beach.
She bent down to her feet to change her worn sneakers into a more beach-appropriate pair of flip flops.
She stepped off of the sandy bluff onto the actual beach, feeling the grainy sand on her feet.
She stepped carefully, avoiding all the rocks and sticks, and made her way down to the shore.
Halfway there, Spencer took off her flip flops so she could feel sand under her feet.
She smiled in satisfaction as her feet hit the wet sand nearer to the waves.
She looked over the water, marveling at the beautiful colors the sun was creating.
She then turned her attention to the waves crashing against her bare feet.
Spencer reached down and touched the cold water with her bare hands.
The water's temperature that night was just right for Spencer's taste.
As Spencer waded farther out,...
A mother held her baby who then began to cry.
She was terrified. She didn’t know what to do.
She lay the baby on the tabletop and called her husband.
When the baby’s crying reached its loudest, the husband entered with concern in his eyes.
The mother gestured frantically, saying that she had no idea what to do.
“Hold her,” he said. “Sing to her. Rock her body gently. Hug her tightly.”
She picked her up, sang and rocked her, just like he’d said to.
And when she held her against her chest, her eyes lit up with joy.