Whimpers Stories

One sunny afternoon in Adventure Bay, Skye is enjoying a peaceful walk when she suddenly hears faint whimpers coming from behind a bush. Curious and concerned, she investigates and finds a small, frightened puppy all alone and lost. Without hesitation, Skye gently comforts the puppy and decides to bring it back to the Lookout. At the Lookout, the whole Paw Patrol team gathers to help. Ryder calls on Chase, Marshall, and the others to search for clues about the puppy's family. Skye stays close, keeping the puppy calm and safe, while also using her flying skills to help scan the town from above. As the pups follow clues and ask around Adventure Bay, Skye forms a special bond with the lost puppy, learning how important it is to be brave, patient, and caring - especially when someone needs help the most. Together, the Paw Patrol works tirelessly until they finally find the puppy's worried family waiting nearby. With a joyful reunion, Skye feels proud knowing that she helped bring a family back together. The adventure reminds everyone that no pup should ever feel alone when friends are ready to lend a paw.

(NEEDS A LOT OF EDITING..with little to no time to actually do it..) depression is a prison.Once trapped inside it's so difficult to get out of..it seeps into one's mind sabotaging every little thought and overwhelming every little feeling. she is a girl like any other girl her age with just one thing different...she was depressed..afraid...torn will she be able to get out of this state? and how? [inspired from the songs torn and dark side]

Some pieces and some poetry

Quotes, sayings, and other stuff running in my head due to some experiences that were caused by some people in my life

Finding yourself in the middle of the chaos involves unbearable pain. You will feel like you are drowning, your conscience is screaming for help, your eyes glistening with yearning for the human touch but your mind too benumbed for the whimpers rolled under your tongue to find voice. Chaos is pain, chaos is poignant, chaos is yearning and chaos is hurt but it's too loud.....too loud for the crowd to listen to the whimpers rolled under it.

Time whimpers By james a. galgano The whimpering loneliness cornered within time's captive spin. The grin on the clock's arthritic hands shows less than a smile as they pass like ships at night. While the hues of the horizon change from dusk to dawn's quivering light There seclusion scurries for cover behind any orifice or through every porthole's comfort within Limbo's lair where guilt and death gather the strength to carry onward into daily twilight. Muddied waters stream like impossible dreams down memory's inescapable lane less than contrite Begging no pardons for mistakes made while caught within the spiral of whatever might, Be considered prophetic without even one clue which propels one's hopes and dreams one day true. Within such perplexing quandary left to own devices to secure an escape and life renew The whining struggles our futile life has become one recurring lie without even a clue. How to escape such a dilemma of our own making we are unable to undo. Such is the place we find ourselves where many are chosen from the finite few.