My best friend and I were going through town one Sunday. Michael was off of work and was taking me to Old Chicago like he always did. As we went along, Michael stopped at the edge of the town. In front of us lay two roads; the one on the right would take us to the nearby city and Old Chicago. The other… well, I didn’t know where that path lead yet. “I’d like to see where this other road leads to,” Michael said as he started down the path. I didn’t reply, but I went along with him. The road wound around a lake and eventually became nothing but a dirt path. I hoped that Michael and I would be able to find our
“MAN MYSTERIOUSLY BEATEN AND LEFT FOR DEAD; MURDERER UNKNOWN”. That’s what the headline had read. It was the second time that week that something like this had appeared in the newspaper. I was living in London at the time; or, rather, I was looking for somewhere to live. After arriving on a Sunday, I had to stick to staying in a hotel until I could find a little flat to rent somewhere. I had just gotten my college degree as an architect; the good thing about being an architect is that my clients would come to me rather than me having to go to work every day. I was excited to start work, but at the time I sat on a park bench
George Peterson was walking through Chicago one fine day in Autumn. The sounds of the bustling city surrounded him, and it made him slightly uncomfortable. George didn’t know why he lived in the city when he hated the loud sounds of cars and people. In fact, if he didn’t have somewhere to be, George would much rather just stay at home and read or get some work done. But, alas, he had a meeting with someone named Martha Janet. George had no idea who this lady was or what she was associated with, but he felt it was important to see her since he was a police officer, and he had gotten a letter from her asking him to meet her at her
My best friend and I were going through town one Sunday. Michael was off of work and was taking me to Old Chicago like he always did. As we went along, Michael stopped at the edge of the town. In front of us lay two roads; the one on the right would take us to the nearby city and Old Chicago. The other… well, I didn’t know where that path lead yet. “I’d like to see where this other road leads to,” Michael said as he started down the path. I didn’t reply, but I went along with him. The road wound around a lake and eventually became nothing but a dirt path. I hoped that Michael and I would be able to find our
“MAN MYSTERIOUSLY BEATEN AND LEFT FOR DEAD; MURDERER UNKNOWN”. That’s what the headline had read. It was the second time that week that something like this had appeared in the newspaper. I was living in London at the time; or, rather, I was looking for somewhere to live. After arriving on a Sunday, I had to stick to staying in a hotel until I could find a little flat to rent somewhere. I had just gotten my college degree as an architect; the good thing about being an architect is that my clients would come to me rather than me having to go to work every day. I was excited to start work, but at the time I sat on a park bench
George Peterson was walking through Chicago one fine day in Autumn. The sounds of the bustling city surrounded him, and it made him slightly uncomfortable. George didn’t know why he lived in the city when he hated the loud sounds of cars and people. In fact, if he didn’t have somewhere to be, George would much rather just stay at home and read or get some work done. But, alas, he had a meeting with someone named Martha Janet. George had no idea who this lady was or what she was associated with, but he felt it was important to see her since he was a police officer, and he had gotten a letter from her asking him to meet her at her
People are amazing things,
They don't have fins or even wings.
But what makes them amazing is that each one is unique,
And even though good looks are what some seek,
I go by the person, not whether they are chic.
Every person is different and has a personality,
That comes with their own special mentality.
Whether they are short or tall,
To-die-for handsome or ugly as a wall,
Just remember this one life technique;
Every person is unique.
Hey. Wow. It's literally been forever since I've even looked at DA. I was reminded of it by a Tumblr post talking about how horrible the site is with art theft and other stuff like that they keep hidden in the DA terms and conditions... so I told myself I would come back and delete my account. But I can't bring myself to do it. This site is toxic, but I made a lot of fond memories and even some friends here. Speaking of those friends, I would apologize for leaving, but most of them aren't on here anymore either.
Luckily my art isn't really high enough quality to be stolen and used for merch lol. But I'm not ashamed of the "cringey" little ar
So as I kinda said before, driver's ed has been taking up the majority of my time. Today I drove on the highway and my instructor was a jackass. He got really frustrated really quickly and was extremely impatient with me and this poor other kid on his very first drive. By the end of it I almost wanted to cry because I hATE. BEING. YELLED AT. Especially in situations where the person yelling is trying to give me instructions, but my brain isn't processing them immediately and I'm not doing everything PERFECTLY for the person teaching me. I'm a fuckin' baby anyway when any authority figure is getting mad and raising their voice at me. It just m
So I've started driver's ed recently, and let me just say that... Driving. Is. Terrifying. It is at first for me, anyhow. I had my first drive with the school today and it was my third time being out of a parking lot. So I got home after being at the school for five and a half hours today feeling exhausted from stress. I was really hoping to get some writing done since I have a fic going and a story request that I hoped to have done by the beginning of this upcoming week, but I just can't right now. My body is still super tense and I'm 100% exhausted. I guess driving just brings the stress right out of me... That's alright though. I'll practi
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