Goodolddays Stories

Remember the old anon days? No? Well, sit back and let Pewds tell you about it. [++ thoughts about anons in general] COPYRIGHT: © PewDiePle 2016 || Wattpad

Why living in the past sucks and how to get over those days where melancholy and daydreaming about the good ol' days froze us in time. From a former 24/7 nostalgic babe

really nothing to see here to be honest. This Is some story about me, a total weirdo and antisocial kid...gets through her life. So if your interested in this trash I call "Life" then sit back and and enjoy...

I remember times when we talked for the pure joy of talking to each other. We shared, laughed and cried. We spoke of anything our hearts desired. Mostly it was pure spontaneity, spoken raw. It's lead us to the uncharted and in this uncharted we were discoverers of each other. Those were beautiful days and my heart still brightens in recollection. Continues...

Life is an intriguing mystery in itself. It works on principles which we have always inherently known. At certain moments in our lives , we face situations which cause us get stuck in a cycle of torment and grief and we chain ourselves to the past. Life does this so that we can learn that true happiness comes from within ourselves and not from external influences. It also causes us to ultimately let go of all darkness and move towards a golden dawn.

When the world rages around you, When no one can find you, When you're ready to leave, Be it by land or sea, You'll always have me. Me and this book of poems. So when you are ready to leave... Please, Please take a poem or three, That they might bring some comfort to thee. As you embark on your journey.

A tribute to Nature and Her wonderful plethora of creation , beauty and expression of life as well as a symbolic welcoming of a "new" year. This poem celebrates the passage of time and cherishing of the present as well as the good old days.

A fifteen-year-old girl has recently suffered the loss of her closest friend. Join her as she pushes through adversity, meets new people, brings her mind to peace, and works to recreate the halcyon days that she once lived.

⚠️TW⚠️ Suicide, death, abuse, self-harming, drugs, alcohol Please do not report this as it is based of stuff that has happened and it isn't nice. There will be a lot of self-harming and abuse. Most chapters will have ⚠️TW⚠️ before I start just to warn you. Please dont report.

This is a collection of my hidden thoughts all put into poetry and short stories. This is another side of me that you never get to see. All my heart aches, happiness, feelings all put into one. I also included some poems I've written for the past 2 years and this book has a special place in my heart.

My Favourite Anime so Far *this is not in order btw*

In this book I'll be posting all of the stories that I wrote as a young, innocent, horribly written child (with my current commentary, of course). Enjoy!

Stories from when Thor and Loki were just kids, and what life was like while they were growing up. Oh, and this is about their relationship as BROTHERS... not whatever the hell kinda smut you may be thinking of.

A seventeen year old named Zahra Foster thought the year would be great, after all it always seems like that after new years, you get a new start. But growing up with five older brothers and a dad who still have that inner child in him you don't really expect much to change. All your hoping for is to find the house in a decent state, which doesn't happen often when they're around. How does this girl with an attitude handle all these boys. More importantly how does she handle not having them around anymore, being the youngest of the house while four of them attend university and the youngest brother setting off to join them in a year's time can be a depressing thought. And when you have so many traditions and habits you might lose more than yourself when changing one. This is an extremely rough book to read. Most of my books are, but this ones is my favorite so far. I hope you enjoy it. I'll try to update as much a possible. Don't forget to leave a comment or send a message of your thoughts on the book.

Do you ever feel like you want the world to open up and swallow you whole? Or have you ever lied in bed at your house and say to yourself "I wish I was home?" then open your eyes and realise you are 'home'? Well, that's my reality. This is my life.

These are my feelings. I'm not sure if they help you through anything at all, but just know someone else somewhere else feels what your feeling. I might not be that person, doesn't mean they're not there. Oh please do not use my work without permission. Thank you for reading this and the book if you eventually get there.

As being a nearly eighty year old woman, you come to life thinking about the inevitable, the end. I am lucky enough to still have the air in my lungs and the most treasured memories in my head that I have decided to write them in a memoir. Unlike life today, being a teen in the 50s had different outcomes to the wild and crazy life of young adults now. Everything was different...expect for one thing that we both have in common, life now and back then was a like rollercoaster, it only went up. And when you find the one you love, it sticks with you even until even now. Love is love, it can be painful but it can be cherished. That's life I'm afraid and even all these years later, it still hasn't changed.

It was in the late spring of 1999 when Mum decided to get rid of the old Hillman Avenger parked in front of the building containing our small flat. The kids in the hood used to call it The Four-wheel Flat for obvious reasons.