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[ringo,]

The Parable of the Two Wolves

An Old Cherokee Story

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grand son thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

Just something I came up with on the fly XD.

...I've seen banners about this all over Howrse.com
And once my CCD teacher talked about this story... (Or something very much like it)
Soooo...
Not to SPAM, or anything.

[darlin' belle.]

The Parable of the Two Wolves

An Old Cherokee Story

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grand son thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

Just something I came up with on the fly XD.

Purty cool!

[Parachutes]

*newest gay pair<3 but it starts out with them in love anyways, it's kinda different from my normal approach in stories. ^^ i thought i'd switch it around a bit*


seth xx archer

that holds all your memories
a lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams
to be anywhere but here
and baby anywhere is away from me
if you got it all figured out
then what is there to shout about
this midwest town is gonna miss you
just go ahead and work it out
but first comon' and let it out
scream and shout and
tell everybody that your gonna leave

these big city dreams are what your all about...♥




I let my hand freely move across the matress, seeking the warmth of your hand, but instead finding cold. Lifting myself up groggily, I searched in the dim light, straining my eyes for the sight of you, but found only shadows. Sitting onto my knees, so I could extend my search further, I, to my relief, found a moving arm shadow from the bathroom. I knew you'd never run off like that without leaving a note on your side of the bed. Breathing out, I lifted the blankets off of myself and quietly snuck into the bathroom in attempt to sweetly give you a fright. But something was different. This wasn't you. It was a woman. I could tell from her fragile-looking frame. Staning up fully from my crouch, I tapped her on the shoulder. "Miss," I said as she turned around, frightened obviously enough. "May I ask who you are, and why are you in my house?" She looked around, confused, and bit down on her toothbrush. She, afterwards, turned on the water and rinsed it off, then setting it down and releasing the spit from her mouth. Wiping it, she turned to me and stood hands-on-hips. "Well, Sir... Im Jemmina. Jemmina Ricket," She still looked confused, as if pondering my question. Finally she answered with, "Im sorry Sir, but this is my house. So may I ask why your in my house?" I turned, frightened as to where I am. I noticed mail on her nearby chair and quickly ran to it. I picked them up and looked at the adresses. Jemmina Ricket... I continued. Jemmina Ricket... Even more mail. I started lifting my voice as I said the names on the mail. "Jemmina Ricket.." I started out slow, and with every repeat, got louder. "Jemmina Ricket, Jemmina Ricket, Jemmina Ricket..."
She shoved me aside and took her mail. "But.. how did I get here?" I asked, wiping my tired eyes. She smiled brightly.

"A party. Last night. Archer took you here to meet me, and we eventually moved the party over here, hence all this," She gestured to the mess I hadn't seen before. "And you fell asleep. He's pretty strong, so when he noticed you on the couch you looked really uncomfortable, I offered to let you sleep up here, so he carried you up here. And here we are now."

I was so confused now. I sat down and ran my fingers through my hair.
Party? What party?

I had so mant questions that couldn't be answered.

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sorry, this is all for now... not very interesting, i know, but i promise the rest will be.

Write more, please? I like it. ^^

[~Fallen Angel~]

.him.xxx.me.

"You're weird."
"You're weird!"
"You know what else is weird?"
"What?"
"We broke up."

I put a hand to my mouth. "Oh, Matt... I'm so sorry."
He waved his hand, dismissing my pity. "It's okay. I'm fine."
But I could tell from his eyes that he wasn't.

As soon as Anna found out, she became a lot friendlier towards him. During that PE class, she told me he had kissed her cheek. She kept taking his hand when we moved around. And at one point he picked her up and carried her around the gym.

And despite myself, I found a cold tendril of jealousy sneak into m heart.

Should I continue? This will all be true, with a few minor modifications for the sake of the story-for example when he first told me, he said "I broke up with her" and I thought he said "I broke a window".

[lucky15371]

Pet's name: Emerald {M}
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should i write a story for them?

[Benvolio Montague]

"My name is Anna. I am 8. My daddy is gone, and my Mommy got sick, and so she sent me away. My best friend is Jay. He is 9. I love him very much.
He knows my secrets,
And is the only one...""



"My name is Jay. I'm 9. My best friend is Anna. I love her. She says everything is fine. She says she is alright. But I see her cuts, and I know her well.
I know she's lying."

Should i continue..?

Yush! It's so good! But it make me sad now... *cries*
And so is this one. It has potential.

Outer Self ( ♀ ) --- Inner Self ( ? )


I truly wish I could let you shine, with all my heart. But if we want to protect ourself, we need you to stay hidden...

Thanks ^^

[alas,]

wow .. all of these stories .. are just ; whoa - fantastic, everyone, amazing.
seriously, I've been silently reading all of these stories and cant comment on them all ; but yes, your story ( to whomever is reading this bit of my post now ) was great. loved it ♥ also I am going to try to continue my last "series" I started later, I just really wanted to write this before I forget the whole plot and whatnot u___u but thank you for any previous comments !

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( story is rather emotionally unbalanced, please be warned )

&&
jon && sadie

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Jon never made any wrongs, any mistakes, or any problems.

But he still always blamed it on himself. Every mistake he would slip into, any collision with imperfection that would erupt from him, or any teasing joke he would make that would efficiently wipe the smile off my face because I am too sensitive anyways, he would take seriously. He would snatch any sadness into his account, and he would try to be responsible for my happiness which would come ever so scarcely anyway. He would feel guilty for all the wrongs in his life - and no - he was not craving attention. He was craving me and had gone too far in attempts to please me.

I, for one, never thought he made any mistakes. In my eyes, he was the definition of inhuman perfection, an angel that I didn't even understand. He was a shining star who only dulled himself. Jon thought everyone hated him, when in reality, they were all envious of him and his prosperity. That boy was flawless. Albeit, somehow he managed not to think so.

I have to think sorry was Jon's favorite word. Sorry for ruining your day, sorry for being crazy today I couldn't help myself I was so happy, sorry for snapping at your friend, sorrysorrysorry... The thing was though, I didn't mind. And he never ruined my day let alone actually snapped at my friends. They were all jealous that I had such the perfect guy - that's right, he was mine.

I think that's part of the reason he was so apologetic. It scared me...he was always worried that he would mess up and I would leave him, so he would punish himself for even just teasing me playfully. His punishment, though, I never understood. Butterflies must have infested his stomach because he became so scared, so worried, so frightened, that razors became his relief. Scars would litter his arms; he didn't think I saw when he wore those fancy tees, but I did. They looked ripe and painful and I couldn't comprehend why.

But if that's what he wanted to do, let it be. I didn't want to get myself into the responsibility mess of his happiness, like he had gotten tangled up in mine. I cared, sure, but I figured that if I act happy he would act happy, too. That's sad, isn't it? Relying on ungenuine joy to pull you through life, to just cover your fears and faults and hope that they will just dissapear one day. We knew better, we knew you couldn't just push it aside, but quite frankly neither of us desired to ruin the other.

So we smiled fake smiles and laughed fake laughs pretending:
"I'm fine, really."

To us, though, this was everyday life, so eventually it became normal. Like American obesity, there were products to fix it, but laziness and loopholes to stay the same. It didn't matter. Together we'd say, "your perfect, don't change!", even though an outsider would glance at us and wonder what society had come to, two broken souls who didn't even realize it.

Yes, to me, he made no mistakes.

Even that day when he escaped this pit of despair.

Yes, yes...Jon never made any wrongs, any mistakes, or any problems.
...yes, yes...

[Lanton]

@ Xrae – <3



The stripes made me do it. D:

[vee.]

@Lanton;
They're funny! They remind me of a watermelon(: Very sweet!

[Ara.]

x

Wait for me, and I'll return
Only wait very hard
Wait when you are filled with sorrow...
Wait in the sweltering heat
Wait when the others have stopped waiting,
Forgetting their yesterdays.
Wait. For I'll return,defying every death.
And let those who do not wait say that I was lucky.
They will never understand that in the midst of death,
You with you waiting saved me.
Only you and I know how I survived.
It's because you waited, as no one else did.

- Wait for Me, Konstantin Simonov