Goodolddays Stories

⚠️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.

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.

Family love, nostalgia, old, good old days.

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...

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.

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

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.

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.

When my inner thoughts are put into words, these poems are what you will find. Take a dive into my head, tell me what you see...

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.

IGNITION: The Boys Who Dreamed Beyond the Street IGNITION is a powerful, emotionally driven coming-of-age story that follows three young boy Emmanuel, Kenneth, and Williams growing up in a struggling neighborhood where survival is common, but dreaming is rare. Bound by friendship and a shared desire to rise above their circumstances, the boys make a simple promise in their youth: they will not remain where they started. But as life unfolds, their paths begin to diverge in ways none of them expected. Emmanuel, driven by belief and discipline, chooses the slow and difficult road of growth, education, and purpose. Kenneth, bold and ambitious, chases success through fast money and dangerous connections, gaining power but risking everything. Williams, quiet and uncertain, battles inner struggles, low self-esteem, and eventually falls into addiction-losing himself despite the help around him. As their choices collide with reality, each of them reaches a breaking point: one fighting to stay alive, one facing the consequences of his actions, and one forced to define what success truly means. Through pain, redemption, and second chances, the story evolves into something deeper than survival-it becomes about transformation, purpose, and legacy. When Emmanuel returns to uplift the very community they came from, he builds the Ignition Center-a place where broken dreams are rebuilt and new futures are born. Together, the three friends must confront their past, rebuild their lives, and discover that true success is not just escaping where you came from... ...but reaching back to change it.

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

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.

It is a nostalgic take on sunday A new cover has been made by @-kiwiloves- . Go and visit his/her graphic shop and get your cover made . © All rights reserved

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...

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.

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.

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.