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      CommentAuthorfelilind
    • CommentTimeOct 18th 2011
     
    Hey, anyone of you wants to share some stories with us. Cause if not, then please allow me share this one for you all. Hope you all love it.

    One day a girl, Sara, who was fifteen years old, came home from school in a very bad mood. She'd had a fight with her best friend that day and it hadn't turned out well at all.
    "Sara!" her mom yelled. "What are you doing? You know to do your chores right when you get home! And you're late!"
    "Coming, Mom!" Sara yelled, getting up and stomping towards the kitchen. "What?" she snapped as her mother g...ave her a stern look, annoyed.
    "You'd better straighten up your attitude, young lady," her mom warned, "or you'll be grounded."
    "Whatever." Sara began to throw around the dishes in the sink, trying to make as much noise as she possibly could. A plate cracked and cut her hand. Sara cursed.
    "Sara!" her mom exclaimed. "How dare you use that language! Go to your room!"
    "No!" Sara yelled, throwing down the towel she was using to wipe the blood off her hand.
    "Do you want to say 'no' one more time and see what happens?" her mom asked. She looked furious.
    "Sure," Sara said sarcastically. "No."
    "How dare you!" Her mother slapped her.
    Sara shrank back, staring incredulously at her mom. She had never hit Sara before.
    "I HATE YOU!" Sara screamed before running out of the house.
    "Sara, get back here!" her mom yelled, running after her.
    "Leave me alone!" Sara screamed, running across the street. "I HATE YOU!" she screamed again.
    She continued running until she heard the sound of screeching tires and a scream. She turned around, hoping that it wouldn't be what she thought it would be....
    People were crowding around Sara's mother, who was laying in the middle of the street, looking broken, bloody.
    "NOOOO!" Sara screamed, running over and pushing through everyone to kneel by her mom. "Oh no, oh no...."
    Her mom wasn't moving or breathing. She was gone. Sara tipped back her head and wailed to the sky, sobbing so hard it hurt.
    She couldn't believe the last words she had spoken to her mother were "I hate you".

    To everyone out there who tells your parents or friends you hate them, or any other rude thing, remember it might be the last thing you ever say to them.
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      CommentAuthorfelilind
    • CommentTimeOct 18th 2011
     
    Like it? Well I got another one..

    My Mother Only had one eye…I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell… anything for the money we needed, she cooked for students & teachers to support the family, she was such an embarrassment.

    There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me?! I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only has one eye!” I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. So I confronted her that day and said, ” If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?!!!” My mother remained silent…I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings…I wanted out of her house..I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly. That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.

    Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.
    This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me. “What?! Who’s this?!”… It was my mother… Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye. And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.

    One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that my mother had died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have…
    My son… I think my life has been long enough now. And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school… For you… I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.

    You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye… so I gave you mine… I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me, I thought to myself, “it’s because he loves me.” I miss the times when you were still young around me. I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.
    With my love to you..
    Your mother
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      CommentAuthorfelilind
    • CommentTimeNov 1st 2011
     
    Nobody wants to read and comments in this discussion. Ana mwahu..
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      CommentAuthormarky
    • CommentTimeNov 2nd 2011
     
    nahn wer reading it but we dnt wna say a ding to kasaform it...
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      CommentAuthorfelilind
    • CommentTimeNov 22nd 2011
     
    Put up some comments fellas.. Don't be shy and scared.. I won't bite..
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      CommentAuthormarky
    • CommentTimeNov 22nd 2011
     
    lel pwa fel...
    • CommentAuthorxaeanboi
    • CommentTimeNov 23rd 2011
     
    There was a blind girl who hated herself bcoz of being blind. She hated everyone except her boyfriend.. One day the girl said that if she cud only see the world she wud marry her boyfriend, one day someone donated their eyes 2 her and then she saw everything including his boyfriend, her boyfriend ask her, "now that you can see, will you marry me?", the girl was shocked when she saw her boyfriend is also blind, and she refuse to marry him. Her boyfriend walks away with tears and said,
    “just take care of my eyes dear".
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      CommentAuthorfelilind
    • CommentTimeNov 23rd 2011
     
    Nice one Xaeanboi..
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      CommentAuthormarky
    • CommentTimeNov 23rd 2011
     
    wow man..very nice..!!..so sad love stry...!!..sh3..if am the guy il commit suicide...
    • CommentAuthorxaeanboi
    • CommentTimeNov 24th 2011
     
    hey nan dont think about doing such thing...

    sucide is not the answer jst try 2 forgive and
    start over...thats all, plus theas a lot a jiks out thea...
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      CommentAuthormarky
    • CommentTimeNov 24th 2011
     
    oh i c..tanks for the advise..
    • CommentAuthorxaeanboi
    • CommentTimeNov 30th 2011
     
    Best Friends

    Funny how friends say forever,
    people never seem to stay together

    You told me not to worry, told me not to cry,
    you said we were best friends, it was a lie.

    I'm here still pretending not to care,
    pretending I don't notice your never there.

    To have a bond like we did was amazing,
    but you picked a boy over that, over me, just replacing.

    You hurt me so bad you will never know,
    and the pain I keep inside I will never show.

    You'd probably see it if you just tried,
    and know how many nights I have cried.

    But don't worry I'll be fine,
    I'm not the one who left all my friends behind.
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      CommentAuthorfelilind
    • CommentTimeNov 30th 2011
     
    Eh Xaeanboi nicely done.. Nice one man..
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      CommentAuthormarky
    • CommentTimeNov 30th 2011
     
    udan lel..