Goodolddays Stories

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.

Life was better in the old days. Or was it? That's the questions Greg Heffley is asking as his town voluntarily unplugs and goes electronic-free. But modern life has it's conveniences, and Greg isn't cut out for an old-fashioned world. With tension building inside and outside the Heffley home, will Greg find a way to survive? Or is going "old school" just too hard for a kid like Greg?

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...

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.

"Were you any good?" "Well yeah I'm the one holding the ball ain't I!" Said grandpa as we were looking at his high school basketball team yearbook photo. Grandpa was always one of those guys that could tell a story like it happened yesterday. He also had the best jokes... He would laugh at his own jokes also but, I couldn't blame him because I laughed at them too.

Learning how to accept that the past is the past, and that there is good times to be had in the future

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.

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.

Over the past few years, soccer in the U.S. has developed from a little known sport to a game that many people care and participate in, whether they are playing or spectating. This sudden rise in popularity has produced many top class men players from the U.S. that have gone overseas to play for European teams such as Chelsea, Schalke, and other top teams. However, while the women's team has excelled against almost any opposition, our men's national team has demonstrated that they are far off from excelling in their own right. So what is missing? In this article, I will analyze what happened to a team that once held seemingly unlimited promise.

Boring lang ako kaya guys pagbigyan nyo na ako HAHAHAHA trip lang ito

We are always used to associate 'form' and 'sight' together. Digging deeper into the mysteries of life , we realize that true sight of life and its abstract beauty originates within our own Divine selves through our mental and spiritual sights. Nature is God's marvel which has come from this spiritual sight.

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...

⚠️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.

Not all love stories have happy endings , not everyone gets the happily ever after they deserve. People like me. I Emerald Night , will tell you my story , a story about how I found love. (in which a high school girl -Emerald- finds love and things only get better and worse from there.)

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.

This is just a short story detailing the reminiscence of a twin looking back on the good times.

Following a brutal tragedy that left Lake Preparatory School's most prominent friend group in shambles, Jaclyn Brown knows that to love something is to let it go. But she isn't ready to let go of them just yet. For Jaclyn, these people are what make the Eastside home. The memories they've made since playing duck, duck, goose on the first day of kindergarten, the late night runs to the closest Baskin-Robbins, and watching the early morning sunrises from their school's parking lot while screaming to their favorite songs will always have a special place in her heart. Going into their senior year of high school, Jaclyn knows how important their friendships are, and will stop at nothing to get them back.

These were the good old days, we look back at now, smiling at the tears and crying at the laughs. They were the days we saved our childhood in, memories stuck in the past, embedded into the heart and deep within the soul. little did we know we were building memories, all we knew was we were having fun, it was when they became memories only did we know...

The human mind is one of the greatest wonders ever created by Creation itself. The power of the mind has been documented by scholars and learned men since aeons long gone. Miracles and seemingly supernatural occurences have been caused by the mind. Our thoughts are really powerful and shape the very reality that we perceive and experience.Thus we must understand how powerful the mind is.Our minds can make us kings who conquer the illusions of Life and reach the Ultimate Goal.