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.
Five Nights With Tosh and Shortstop +Night One+The teenager tucked a lock of his blonde tresses behind his ear. “Seven hours, huh?” He gazed at the desk he was parked infront of.Five Nights With Tosh and Shortstop +Night One+ by Robotgirl434
The other teen shrugged kicking back in the desk. “Yeah, but how hard could it be? It’s just some Chuck. E. Cheese chain..thing. What could happen?”
He rotated in his swivel chair to face the other. “Probably not very har-” He turned towards the desk phone as it began to ring. “Mm, just a second.” He picked up the phone, setting it aside and hitting the speaker button so they both could hear.
The redhead blinked. “Who’d be calling this late at night?” he asked scratching his unkempt hair.
“Hello. Helloo. Ehh I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled down on your first night. Uhm I actually worked at that office before you. I am finishing up my last week now as of matter of fact so I know it can be overwhelming but I am here to tell you that there is nothing to