Little explorerSoren Acosta was a boy of adventure. He dreamed of going to places like Russia, China, Japan, and much more. He dreamed to see the Pyramids of Giza, the Leaning Tower of Piza, many wonderful sights. He climbed a mount of sand he made in his sandbox.Little explorer by Multi-game
"Soren Acosta, expert explorer and mountaineer, sucessfully climbed Mount Everest!" he planted a little flag on the heap. Sure he was only ten years old, but thanks to his mothers textbooks, he knew many of the places out there. Places of suspected urban legend and treasure? He wanted to see it all.
Having a mom as a teacher was awesome, he would brag to the other kids at school. And the purple eyed boy would talk and blabble on about things like Stone Henge, the supposedly haunted Himuro Mansion outside of Tokyo, Japan, and other things. Some kids would leave bored, others stayed out of curiosity.
The platinium blonde boy grinned as he sat down by his swing set. "Hmm...where now..." he eyed his swingset getting an idea.....
IdentityMy identity. My true self. My utopia. It's shrouded, like the moon behind clouds, iris with cataracts, road in the foggy night.Identity by Multi-game
If I show little to no emotion, does that label me with Schizoid Personality Disorder?
No interest in love or sex, does that make me an asexual?
The government my country has is flawed and needs rebuild, does it label me an anarchist?
I daydream and can't focus, ADD?
What do people label me? What do they see in the girl in the shadow reading a book? What should they say? Should they just ignore her and move on to their little day, carrying on in their little activities? What is me? Who am I? What am I? Recluse? Dreamer? Loner? What is it I am? what is it I seek?
Maybe I will find me. The me that is true. The diamond in the rough. Maybe she'll find other diamonds too. To be her friends, join her side, try to make the world a better one.
Maybe the ID isn't in a tag, or a name, or anything. Maybe we just need to dream. Dream about what makes us, us.
Planes - Bad dreamsThe images flashed across the screen, images a young boy shouldn’t have been watching. But he was watching it anyway. It was late at night, his parents were asleep.Planes - Bad dreams by Storm137
Dusty Crophopper leaned forward bringing his blanket around him tighter. On the screen a shark pulled someone under the water. He jumped as blood pooled in the water. He whimpered a bit and covered his eyes.
It was an older movie, his parents had told him he wasn’t allowed to watch until he was older.
So of course, he watched it anyways. The movie in question, JAWS…..And he was regretting every moment.
Dusty waited again leaning forward as the shark pulled the buoy’s towards the boat. He gulped covering his eyes. “No..No...No…” He groaned. “Don’t get eaten!”
He uncovered his eyes and yelped. “NO!”
Realizing he had yelled this he looked around, his parents didn’t seem to be the wiser. He sighed in relief before turning back to the TV… In time