It’s A Charmed Life

Wayne, professional football player, had the best life anyone could have; dream girl and dream children, six to be exact. But let’s start off at the beginning, shall we?

A day after Wayne’s honeymoon, he and his wife had decided to move to Moonlight Bay. No pets, no shopping sprees…no way…

But Kali and Wayne were very happy to live in Moonlight Bay. It was a nice, relaxing town. It even had a professional football stadium in which Wayne had been eager to see.

When Wayne and his new wife first moved in to their quaint little house, Wayne headed straight to the stadium to join a sports career. Wayne had been dreaming about this all his life and, well, he got the job. But just like everyone else, he had to work his way to the top, starting off as a snack boy. A snack boy is when you travel down the stands and yell for snacks, as the fans gladly take them. He averaged about  $77 per hour, which to him was fine.

A few days later, he found out his wife was pregnant with their first child. He we utterly happy.

As the time went by, and after promotion after promotion, they had four loving children; three boys and a girl. He had found himself a proud father and a little league coach. Almost every week, he’d come home with a new promotion, which made everyone happy, but then things changed. A lot.

Kali and Wayne had gotten all four children taken away by not caring enough for them. They were never fed, never played with and stunk because their diapers weren’t changed in days. Kali was a stay at home mom but couldn’t even change one diaper. Their lives were destroyed. However, they did get back on their feet, it just took awhile.

They moved into a new home, while Kali was pregnant…yet again…but this house was even better. 2 bedroom, 2 story and 2.5 bathrooms. Once the new baby was born they made a pact on to never mistreat their children again. Then came another one, they made another pact. This one had to do with not having anymore children. Their two girls, Je’lie and Carla, we’re spoiled to the core.

Once Je’lie was a teenager, things changed, for the good. Wayne finally made it to the big leagues. He became a football star and all the fans wanted his autograph. He became very distant from his family and all he ever would even think of was his shine in football. He became cocky, chauncy, and didn’t care about his family.

On the night of his winning game, he came home to his sick wife. She had a major tumor in her brain. After that, Wayne wouldn’t let his family go and stood there by Kali’s side. He thought her life was over but it turns out she was going to be just fine. After Je’lie running a muck and then this, he respected his family and got Je’lie to become a nice, young woman only doing good for the community. As for Carly, she married a guitarist and of which she and  his both became guitar legends.

So you see? His life is perfect. No one could live better. He really does have a charmed life.

 

 

 

 

 

Sporty Sam

First of all, basketball is my thing. Second…okay, I admit I’m a bit addicted to sports. I love football, basketball, even volleyball, just because you can spike at the girly girls and the ones you hate. My name is Samantha but most just call me Sam. I’ve tried softball but just didn’t get into it as much. I used to be a girly girl but now I’m full on tomboy.

Yes, I do have a gamer side,as well. I have pretty much every game system known to man. From newest, to oldest, to very oldest. I prefer The Sims though. My sister and I play it all the time.

Unfortunately, I never got the chance to play sports in school, just because I was too much of a girly girl. Now I just have tournaments with my family and friends. Out of every sport I’ve ever played, I still prefer basketball. In fact, I’m going to take you back to my favorite time in basketball history…well, my basketball history.

27, young and imaginative, athletic and just figuring out what the world was about…sports! I picked up a basketball and tried shooting it through the hoop; just for the hell of it. Well, I ended up missing. That just gave me the initiative to keep trying. After 7 throws, I finally made a shot. That was my crowning moment of all my life.

…and that is how I became such an athlete. All it took was one throw of a basketball. Just one. A little word of advice for all of you out there…keep trying and never give up. The world will someday recognize your talents, just don’t ever give up. Work so hard that your fingers bleed if that’s what you have to do. Practice makes perfect, perfect makes practice.

 

 

Crash

Hello, my name is Aniston Grace Farkel. I once found love and thought it’d stay forever. Well, it turns out that love never existed…

One lonely, cold December, I was lost and couldn’t find my way, until I met someone. Someone who I thought changed my life forever. His name was Travis. Travis Blythe Hanforth. We were insepereable; his love was unconditional, with feelings as strong as steel. Now, you may think this story has a happy ending, but it doesn’t, unfortunately.

DECEMBER-FIRST MONTH

“You’re my everything, Ani. Everything. Nothing in this world can compare to you. “I feel the same, babe. Promise me something?” I asked. “Sure, anything.” He smiled. “Let’s never break-up. Ever. Unless one does wrong, like cheating for instance. I would never cheat on you, though.” “I promise. I, as well, would never cheat.” He says, as he holds my hands. “It’s getting cold, we should probably go back inside, yeah?” He said. “Yes! I’m freezing,” I said, as we headed inside.

JUNE-SIXTH MONTH

He came over and we came to my room and he says,”look, I’ve never…” “Oh, good! You’re a virgin! Me too!” I exclaimed. “No, I mean I’ve never…been in love before…” he blushed. I gasp and yell,”you love me?” Oh my God! The time has finally come! We’re in love! “I love you, too!”

SEPTEMBER-NINTH MONTH

The days went by and our love had only gotten stronger. It was time. I was ready to give it up to him. After all, we’re most likely getting married anyway.

He came over and I was wearing a scarlet, velvet robe. I had a bottle of champagne in one hand and a cigarette on the other. “Hey, baby. What’s the occasion?” He asked. “I’m ready,” I said. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Couldn’t be more sure,” I say, as I take off my robe. I wasn’t naked but I might as well have been. I was wearing a black corset with a thong and knee highs to match.

It was incredible! I never felt more alive. I knew he’d be the one to take my virginity because we were destined to be together.

DECEMBER-FIRST YEAR

For our first anniversary, he took me out to a French restaurant, called “The Old Warsaw,” it was in Dallas, Texas. Yes, he took me all the way to Dallas for our anniversary. I was so excited. We ate our food, then…

He got down on one knee and proposed. I couldn’t believe it! My dream had come true. I obviously said yes.

APRIL-FIRST YEAR, FOURTH MONTH

“I have to tell you something, Travis.” “What is it, Ani?” Asked Travis. “Im pregnant! We’re having a baby!” I shouted. “I’m…gonna be a dad…” he said, not sure of himself. I didn’t care, I was going to have his child.

JUNE-FIRST YEAR, SIXTH MONTH

It was our wedding day. I was so excited, but could barely fit into my dress. Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore, except him and this child I’m carrying.

Well, it became a no-show. He didn’t even come to his own wedding. Was this a setup? Was I being played?

Two weeks went by and he never even called. He came over to get his stuff and just left me.

I was so broken. I ran away, then ended up falling to the ground, bawling my eyes out and yelling,”help me! Help me!” I was lost without Travis. My life had never been the same since then. Everything fell apart; I even lost my baby. How could this happen? Why was i such a fool? He was all I ever wanted and all I ever had. It wasnt destiny, it was a game. I felt my heart shatter into pieces, as I threw myself into the road. Well, the truck stopped and took me home. I could’ve lived without him before but now I’m just lost without him.

Seven days later, I found myself as a mental patient in in a psych ward. This was it…I have officially crashed.

 

Adolf Hitler Was An Alien…I Have Proof!

One summer night, I came across a UFO, along came Adolf Hitler…you want proof, eh? Don’t worry, I’ve got all the proof you need! By the way, I’m Anne Klein and I live in Germany.

When I saw Hitler, I wanted to say something to that Jewism hater, but instead I just stood there, frozen, frightened…suddenly, I noticed he was eating a cowboy…what?? Okay, this story is getting out of hand!

I couldn’t believe what I saw, Hitler was supposed to be dead. Was it real? Was he real?

According to facts, Hitler hated his life so he decided to be a cannibal but eat only cowboys. Well, the last cowboy he ate, put some weird chemical substance in his body, which turned him into an alien. There you have it, folks! Hitler was a cowboy eating alien.

Unfortunately, I had to watch the alien himself, leave this planet. A tear planted into my eye and drizzled down my porcelain face. I missed him. No one knew his good side. He wasn’t very nice but he was very considerate. Poor, poor Hitler.

Well, looks like this story is about done, but please take heed and don’t ever eat cowboys…unless you want to be an alien. Do not feel sorry for Hitler. Though he had a heart, secretly, he was still a very bad man. Please do not take this story as loving, or even liking him because I don’t. I’m just stating true facts and what I witnessed on that day. Just remember, cowboys are cool, especially if they have straw in their hats.

Good riddance, Adolf Hitler!

Gone

Adam Russe was content with his life. Sure it wasn’t easy having an ex wife and a child who they both had. It was supposed to be shared custody, but she became different and he didn’t know why.

One night, Jeska, his ex, snuck into Adams house and stole their daughter, Andi. She wasn’t supposed to have her that night and she also never payed child support, which made her not have custody of Andi. She did not agree.

When Adam woke up, he went to Andi’s room to ask if she wanted cupcakes. She wasn’t there…

He got ahold of authorities and even they couldn’t help him. His little girl was gone.

Jeska had it all figured out. She take the child and Adam suffer for the rest of his life. Her plan was brilliant!

Well it didn’t exactly work out as planned. He found Andi and was sentenced five years. Andi was right where she belonged-in her daddy’s arms.

Out Of My Mind

“What’s wrong with you?” A man in the mental hospital asked. “What’s right with you?” I asked. As he walked away, I yelled, “define normal, then ask me again!”

Hello, my name is Karianne Nicole Gabaldon and I have schizoaffective disorder-schizophrenia with bipolar disorder. Is it hard? Yes. Do I deal with anyway? Obviously. All my life, I’ve always known I was different. People say different is good and there is no such thing as normal…well, try living in my world and then you’ll find there’s a huge difference between normal and mentally ill. If you’re wondering what schizophrenia is, it’s when you hear voices, hallucinate and have extreme paranoia. Please don’t be like most people and confuse it with Multiple Personality Disorder, because it’s nothing like it. Bipolar, well, I think most people know what that is, but if you don’t, bipolar disorder is when you have manic mood swings. For instance, you could be utterly euphoric, but then fall straight into a deep depression to the point you want to die. The anger part is a whole different story. If you’re not on the right medication then you’ll be so angry that you want to hurt, even kill someone. Let’s just say if you’re schizoaffective and not on the right meds, then you’ll most likely be living on the streets or in jail. Let’s look at my life for a second, you might want to change your mind about normalcy…

“Did you take your meds?” My mom asked. “Yes,” as I flush them down the toilet. I used to do this a lot. When my voices get bad, they usually tell me to and believe me, they are uncontrollable. My mom is my gaurdian. She makes sure I don’t end up on the streets…or in jail…anyways, now is the time to tell you all about me.

As a schizophrenic, I suffer day by day. I’m on meds but I still live like this. It doesn’t matter what meds you are on, you’ll always be the same. Schizophrenia has no cure. In fact, if you give a schizophrenic and MRI, the tests will show a piece of their mind missing.

Okay, enough with the facts. My days are pacing, thinking about and saying random things, being paranoid, hallucinating, hearing voices, and either worrying about death or contemplating it. Most of the time I’m really depressed and put on a fake smile. Not because of my life, though. I have a pretty good home life. But the schizophrenia is unbearable. I have been to hospitals more times than I can count.

My voices tell me to hurt and kill myself and hurt and kill other people. Sometimes they ramble on and I can’t understand what they are saying. Sometimes they’re even nice. There are many different voices telling me many different things.

When I hallucinate, I usually see scary things; like demons, ghosts, shadows, and things I can’t quite put my finger on but still horrifying. Other things I see are funny, too. Just like the voices, I have various types of hallucinations.

Last one, my paranoia. This isn’t your average paranoia, this is thinking the world is out to get you and everything you do, you think people are watching, even video taping at times. It gets really out of control at times. Everything you do is all about paranoia. I even am paranoid when I’m on my meds.

“It doesn’t look like you’ve taken your meds, Kari. They’re still in the morning box.” As I go to take my meds, she says,”now from now on, I’m going to watch you. Yesterday was the last day you will ever go without pills again. I can’t trust you anymore, so let’s see.” So, I put the pills in my mouth and swallow them down with water. “See? Much better.” I guess having schizoaffective disorder isn’t all that bad, just because I have support. Thank you for reading this. I need all the support I can get, also I need people to understand others with the same illness. Once again, thank you!