#@scary

[podcastprincess]

BRITS React to What Happens If Someone Invades the U.S.

[thesaintinvain]

Untold,unfold brush strokes

Isolda loved to play far from home. Back at a mountain where no one could see her nor find her.

Isolda used to take with her some old paintbrushes that her dad left when he passed away. She used to go every day at the same hour. It was just an hour earlier before the sunsets. Everyone used to believe she needed the light of the sun but not the heat of it to draw the man's face she used to draw since she started going to that mountain.

Everyone thought the little girl had made a fictional friend. She used to have this creepy imagination no one ever understood.

Time passed, with it, the girl kept on going to the same mountain at the same hour, sometimes she went earlier but she never went passed the sunsets.

The man she used to paint was always the same. Five years later the man's face started to grow old but the little girl kept on being young.

Wrinkles started to make an appearance in the man's face. With the years the man Isolda used to draw, kept on covering his face with his thin hands, stained by the years and by some sun, of course. These arthritic hands that were driven by the tremor that arrives without announcing.

The last drawing showed the same old man covering his face but this time you could see he was scared and you could even feel how surprised he was. And the girl stopped drawing this old man and she started drawing dark nights, a huge dark spot no one ever had seen not even the people that had to work at nights. Her mom asked her why the man she used to draw for all these years was no longer her main inspiration and Isolda answered with no hesitation: the old man I used to draw died covering his face because he was surprised death had finally arrived.

[thebravelittlefurnace94]

College

When ever someone talks about college to me i start to freak out and have a panic attack because all of my friends have an idea of a major and i cant deiced what to do i don't no what i want to be i cant really do much I'm afraid i am going to fail at what ever i try to do i don't want to be a failure i want to succeed !