Individualism Stories

A boy named Nakito discovering multiple fantasy worlds on his journey with his friends. They discover a mafia like organisation interweaved with all those worlds and seek to destroy that organisation.

The compounded and work in progress invocation of the individual to the social and political call to arms.

an attempt at reverse engineering a useful story in perseverance through injustice.

From a young age we are shaped to become workers of society. Told to have dreams, ambitions, to repeat a certain cycle of routine that will help us subsist our needs. But what happen when this learning based on centric interests leaves a gap separating ourselves from our own humanity?

Last writing assignment of high school and I was hoping to send it in, but this i believe doesn't accept submissions anymore so this seemed easy. Hope yall enjoy

Formally called The Weight of Perception follows Taeha, a high school student whose physical size becomes the lens through which everyone views him. Battling subtle exclusion, hurtful jokes, and a deep-seated loneliness, Taeha navigates a world where he is often reduced to a single, superficial trait. Through reflective, philosophical dialogues with himself, he confronts the painful reality of how others perceive him and the impact it has on his sense of self. Ultimately, Taeha embarks on a journey toward self-acceptance, learning that his true worth lies in the richness of his inner life, not in the judgments of the world around him.

Whispers. All that Tareos could hear was the swish of the air, the breathy words, the suspense escalating with every breathey pitch. As the pitches filled the room Tareos found it difficult to breathe and his heart rate began to increase dramatically. "Firstly..." Devonworth clears his throat,"... the son of Katerina Astrea and Llyr Godwine, Tutankhamun Ahura Astrea." The whispers crescendoed, their previous piano turning into a stern mezzo piano, the melody of voices and questions struggling to sustain themselves. "Secondly, the daughter of Ju Won Victorina and Celestinus Victorina, Ophelia Ching Shih Victorina" Somehow the whispers crescendoed even more, increasing to a ferocious forte with every voice part harmonizing upon the words 'Big Three', all increasing their pitch up a half step, clashing with each other, suspending, waiting for their resolution. "And finally..." Tareos takes a deep breath, full of apprehension as the moment he had been waiting for all day was about to arrive. He quickly finishes his sentence. "And finally the daughter of Honestas Olvidar and Vulcan Fideles, Ozwin Olympia Olvidar." As he speaks he locks eyes with Heremides in the back of the room who was smiling brightly in his direction. The choir did seem to fall out, an intense silence filling the room as the two friends exchange smiles and knowing glances. This song had ended. But another one always begins. Only about two seconds after he finished speaking the choir returned at full force, the next movement of this never-ending major work beginning where the last one left off, the sharp fortissimo invaded his eardrums, all voice parts asking in harmony if these children were as wicked as their parents. The only thing that Tareos could say in response was that he hoped they wouldn't be. His voice, however, got buried by the sound.

And... what else is there but the cryptic that our brain makes controlled, when really edges are blurred and we are wild.

I used to be just like any other "normie" out there. I followed the same trends, dressed like everyone else, and generally went with the flow. But that all changed when I encountered Nagolbud. When I met him, I quickly realized that he was no ordinary person. He challenged the status quo and showed me a world where conformity was not the only option. After that, I knew I wanted to become a proud non-conformist anti-normie. With Nagolbud's help, I was able to break away from the normie world and embrace my own unique style.

As students we're constantly pressured to be our own, unique individuals. However, we're not given the opportunities to do so, and when we make efforts they're labeled distastefully. We all have voices that aren't being heard. If we change the repetition we're used to and rebel a little bit, we might feel like we matter. We might feel like we're alive. A challenge to listen to the student voice and to break the restraints of the education system. Young Writer's Short Story Competition Entry. Written in 2014, 13 years old; this story will be rewritten and republished in late 2017.

A blog that breaks down the idea of solidarity and mental health through the idea that in this pandemic, 'we are all in this together.'

*Scribtum* Show your real face to the world. Say what you mean and what you think, never hide behind a mask. Let people see your views on life and your realities of this galaxy. Show the world what is real for you. Talk about things that inspire you and that you are passionate about. Don't settle for small talk. Find people that make you see the highs of life. And if you can't find them, be one of them yourself. Act like the human you really are and people similar to your soul will find you. Energies attract each other. Live in an energy that makes you love life. Live life in warm yellows. Live it in any way you want. The world is yours. Be your uniquely, amazingly self.

Friendship is one of the greatest key and treasures you can ever have. Miracle finally understood the importance of valuing the people around them as assets. It is principle she believes that life shows you what is important only when you have lost it. It teaches her why her "Salad Days" are important... her prime, her youthfulness, her identity.

Yohan is one prisoner in a group held captive since birth. Their heads are locked forward so all he and his tribe ever see are shadows on the wall. But a day will come when Yohan's chains snap free, and on that day he will have to choose to see the world for what it is or perish with the life he was born with.

Wanderer of the world Seeker of truth