ComraderieThere are seven billion people in this world and seven continents, I think. Seven is seen as a holy number in the Christian church. I see nothing holy about seven billion people being spread out across six major continents. The penguins can have the last, until our all consuming hunger to take, consume, destroy melts away their little paradise too.
Seven billion people in this world. Fourteen billion eyes, fourteen billion ears, seven billion screaming mouths, vying for your attention, their control, and above all else, answers from anyone or anyplace that tells them something of convenience.
Seven billion voices crying out in hunger for love, security, freedom, intimacy, and anything else they can pluck from the hands of someone else. We want freedom, we want control. We want answers, we want mysteries. We want changes to the bad and consistency of good. We want so many contradictions that it's a surprise the world hasn't been split apart at the seams yet. Perhaps it is our
A Caged Girl's HopeThe young woman struggled against the bars. "I've g-got to bl-break f-free!" She took a running start and rammed against the bars hoping they would break, but, alas, they stood as strong as ever. She sat down exhausted drained mentally and physically, while forced to have a front row veiw of the destruction of her city. She sighed and felt near tears. She had never felt this... useless. Her eyes widened in fear as she heard a door open. Knowing who it was, she skittered to the back of the cage in the safety of the shadows.
"Hello my darling!" A calm, sweet voice called. A man about her age with blonde hair and glasses stepped in carrying a plate of food. He gave her an eerily warm smile as he said, "Are you hungry?"
She didn't speak a word. Her heart fluttered with the faint hope he might open the door, but he slid the bowl of soup, spoon, and bread in through the bars. She thought bitterly, "If I don't eat I might be able to slip through the bars." She glared at him hop
What I really wantedDear Santa,
What I truly want for Christmas is something you cannot give. I wish for a Christmas tree the whole family- Christine, Dad, Mom, and myself- worked on. I want a smiling together family and a sister who isn't dating filth in my parents' view. I desire a family Christmas- a joyful smiling Christmas- a Christmas that makes me feel proud.
But my sister is dating someone who my parents don't approve of- and I shouldn't either yet I don't care. I'm stucked with a Scrooge father and a stressed mother. My mind is trapped in a fairytale. A perfect lulling dream that I'm painfully waking from. Yet my heart will forever cling to it.
So since you can't get me that, I'll settle for us to be together for Christmas. That could work.
P.S Merry Christmas.
With lots of love and tears,
Please support asexuality.Hello folks. It's been way too long since asexuality has been discriminated against. There are stances being taken against discrimination towards a lot of things... most things really: Homosexuality, bisexuality, pansexuality, even polysexuality and transexuality. The one thing that has almost never been touched upon... is asexuality. It's rather unfortunate and painful, that asexual individuals spend all their lives hiding, and being unable to come out, about their sexuality. It's so difficult because of the lack of acceptance, societal pressure to have sex, and discrimination. Why does it matter that an individual feels little or no sexual attraction? Why should that matter, if the individual is doing nothing to those who discriminate. Why discriminate against us? Why do we have to fake our identities and spend our lives pretending that we are straight, just so we don't get bullied? Why won't you stop harassing us so much? We're human beings, just like you. We just have a different sPlease support asexuality. by AnaMondal
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Hello :] I am Ana. I am 21 years of age. I am currently enrolled as a second year student, in the Bachelor of Arts programme, at a university in the Eastern coast of Canada, and pursuing a major in Drama, and hopefully a minor in Music, though I am also interested in Fine Arts. Now, I am even considering a career in radio, as I am in fact, a part-time radio show host, on CHMA 106.9 FM.
Having said this, as the usual university student stereotype goes, I am a busy woman. As much as I'd love to update my profile often, I am a rookie, when it comes to being a writer, though I do love writing, and have been told that I write well.
I love singing, and composing my own songs, though it's more of improvisation, than pre-planned composition. I sing, from my heart, and not through a well plotted, note-specific written musical score. I barely read/write music.
I intend on writing a novel soon. I'd planned on writing it around six years ago: somewhere around grade nine, and finally began writing it four years ago. that was grade eleven. Unfortunately, somewhere around the end of grade twelve, technology failure led to the demise of the sweat and blood I'd put into typing it out, and left me too heartbroken to start again, till this year. Now that I've decided to start on it again, I've forgotten a good chunk of the story. Hence, I'll have to work on rebuilding it, and hope to achieve that soon. My novel, will be named "The Anonymous". Reading the story, leads to a thorough understanding on the title, and makes it very self explanatory. I may, or may not post updates, when I actually start writing the novel.
I do not have much on my page, but I hope you enjoy the small bit I have on it. Thank you, and have a lovely day/afternoon/evening/night.