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Moving On.
Posted by Tajh Jenkins in STORY-002 onCan he get her back, maybe, maybe not. The question is does he want her back. For the best of the both of them, Tom rightfully decides that he doesn't want her back. So blinded be her words and her actions, Tom never could see through her and realize that she truly did not know how to act. Never known to be a dumb, clueless or dense, Tom uncharacteristically lacked common sense when it came to his relationship with her. Time and time again throughout the relationship, she played the victim, when in reality he was the good guy and she was the bad girl. Not only was he on her mind, but so was Billy, Jim, and Bob. She gave plenty of love and attention to the guys she talked to on the side, but love for Tom? There wasn't any. He invited her into his heart on numerous occasions only to have her ride in other mens cars. He's thinking she's out with her girlfriends because thats what she told him. Without a doubt he considered her his night time while thinking that he was her star. At the end he was wrong, but as any man should he had to remain strong. Later on in life he knew he would find the one for him and she would get what she deserved for breaking his heart. It didn't take long for him to move on, but it took just seconds after he was gone to know how much she loved and wanted him back.
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Song Story
Posted by Mckelly Timothy in STORY-002 onWalking
in the rain with the one I love and I stop traffic.
“What's
The Matter? Tell Me What You Want Me to Do?”
“I
need love.”
“Can
you help me?”
“No,
no, no.”
“Tell
me where did we go wrong? Here we go again.”
“Listen
once in a while, I wish and I think and I sit the fuck down and a realize
niggas ain’t shit. Wondering what’s not being said, I pray you call me. If only
you knew you got me wondering if you were mine where this love could end up. If
you were mine, I'll never let you go. Could it be more than friends I knew I
love you. I just wanna be your girl I wanna know can we chill say something lie
to me un-break my heart I don't want to miss a thing you mean the world to me if
ya girl only knew the love that we had… Why Wouldn't I “Hmmm”
“Shut
up and Drive I Won't Tell”
“Let
This Go”
“ Where
Is The Love?”
“ It's
over now”
Lie To
Me!”
“I'm
Sorry”
“Lets
call It Off”
“Don't
say nothing.”
“I'm sorry,
just being honest”
“You are
foolish what if I never loved A man and I said I loved you... but I lied….”
The Cops
Posted by Oscar Holton in STORY-002 onIt all happen last summer in mid July. My skateboard crew and I decided to take a trip to center city for some skateboarding. After we got off the 23 bus we decided to skate down to love park. Love park is like paradise for skateboarders in Philly. The ground is smooth, perfect ledges, and lengthy staircases.
As we started to skate the perfect place, we attracted more skaters. They started swarming like locusts. It was only a matter of time before our time of fun turned into trouble. As more skaters came, it attracted more attention. Soon we heard police sirens. It was time to run. Skaters all over the place started to scramble away as police on bikes and foot try to take us down. My friend and I sprinted to city hall, since its the closest place of refuge. We were wrong about city hall being our savior. The place had police officers on bikes trying to take us down. I'll only hope for escape was Mcdonalds. We ran in the street dodging traffic to get to Mickey D's. We were safe.
We stayed there and waited for the heat to die down. We left Mcdonalds and headed to city hall. We seen a cop putting a skater into the back of his car, with his friend pleading the cop to let him go. The officer refused to feel pity. My friend and I regrouped and decided that this area is too dangerous to skate right now so we decided to go to the gallery to grab a bite to eat. As it got late we headed back to love park where we found skaters skating. We joined in. It was 11:00. The cops didn't bother us anymore.
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As we started to skate the perfect place, we attracted more skaters. They started swarming like locusts. It was only a matter of time before our time of fun turned into trouble. As more skaters came, it attracted more attention. Soon we heard police sirens. It was time to run. Skaters all over the place started to scramble away as police on bikes and foot try to take us down. My friend and I sprinted to city hall, since its the closest place of refuge. We were wrong about city hall being our savior. The place had police officers on bikes trying to take us down. I'll only hope for escape was Mcdonalds. We ran in the street dodging traffic to get to Mickey D's. We were safe.
We stayed there and waited for the heat to die down. We left Mcdonalds and headed to city hall. We seen a cop putting a skater into the back of his car, with his friend pleading the cop to let him go. The officer refused to feel pity. My friend and I regrouped and decided that this area is too dangerous to skate right now so we decided to go to the gallery to grab a bite to eat. As it got late we headed back to love park where we found skaters skating. We joined in. It was 11:00. The cops didn't bother us anymore.
Story of my Scars part 1
Posted by Oswald Dembowski in STORY-002 onI realized that scars can tell stories and each of mind reminds me of something in the past. I'll start this one off with the scar on my lip.
It was around 6th grade, back in my skateboarding days where I use to go to the skate park a lot with a couple of my buddies. The skate park was in Franklin Mills Mall up in Northeast Philly. The skate park was once called the ESPN zone, now it is called Woodward. Back then skating was the only thing that made me happy. But one day it wasn't all that fun. I was with an old buddy of mine named Eric who i don't talk to anymore, and he was determined to be good like I was. We went and skated just like any other time where good friends would go and skateboard. But this day didn't turn out as well as I'd planed it too. We were practicing some moves on the half pipe and Eric dared me to do some kind of a move but I really remember what the move was. all I remember was me going on the half pipe for speed and then next thing i remember i woke up in a small puddle of blood with an extreme headache. I didn't know what happened or how I actually fell but Eric told me I was knocked out for 5 minutes and that my lip was completely split open. I remember I sat in the staffs first aid room and then treated my wound before my mom came to pick me up. The staff said that I may needed stitches but the cut was fully healed after a week. Also with the cut came a huge burise inside my mouth with feel like a huge lump and also a crazy headache for the whole day which went away after painkillers. This scar reminds how sometimes when even trying to improve myself that I will get hurt no matter what.
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It was around 6th grade, back in my skateboarding days where I use to go to the skate park a lot with a couple of my buddies. The skate park was in Franklin Mills Mall up in Northeast Philly. The skate park was once called the ESPN zone, now it is called Woodward. Back then skating was the only thing that made me happy. But one day it wasn't all that fun. I was with an old buddy of mine named Eric who i don't talk to anymore, and he was determined to be good like I was. We went and skated just like any other time where good friends would go and skateboard. But this day didn't turn out as well as I'd planed it too. We were practicing some moves on the half pipe and Eric dared me to do some kind of a move but I really remember what the move was. all I remember was me going on the half pipe for speed and then next thing i remember i woke up in a small puddle of blood with an extreme headache. I didn't know what happened or how I actually fell but Eric told me I was knocked out for 5 minutes and that my lip was completely split open. I remember I sat in the staffs first aid room and then treated my wound before my mom came to pick me up. The staff said that I may needed stitches but the cut was fully healed after a week. Also with the cut came a huge burise inside my mouth with feel like a huge lump and also a crazy headache for the whole day which went away after painkillers. This scar reminds how sometimes when even trying to improve myself that I will get hurt no matter what.
Um guys....about the check
Posted by Perry Woods in STORY-002 on
The waiter returned to the table asking if the 9 of us were done
almost quietly. Quickly I said yes as me and Karen asked for to go
boxes for our remaining food. He walked away from the table and we all
talked again about trying to find another member to our group and our
next event. They discussed what we would do next week for Evett's
birthday. Also (with my constant childish insistence) that we would go
to the movies to see Sucker Punch when it comes out. A while passed and
the waiter came around the other way to our table with the boxes and
check.
Karen and I each took our box then I reached with out thinking for the check. Usually I am not the one to handle looking at it first, just handing in my share of money and ignoring it. Today though I wanted to see it. Kimme and Jacob both tried to look at it from my sides but I blocked their views of it. Slowly I unfolded it my eyes scanning down it and immediately landed my eyes on the big total. "A hundred and forty one dollars?!" I heard myself said wide eyed. I quickly gave the check to Kimme who passed it along the table to Anthony (who is kinda like our master to breaking up the money). We were all well a little more then surprised. We had worked out a way so that we all would be able to eat what we wanted and have enough for tip. Seeing close to $150 spent was just not what we were used too. Sure at other places we spent a $100 or so but most we ever went over was to a $115.
Quickly I handed over Jacob and I's share of the money and Karen her own. As we all threw our money together in a sense of panic, confusion and a bit of anger from some people. We couldn't understand how almost $20 had been added extra onto our bill. I mean come on we even partnered (with the exception of Karen) for one of those special cheap meal deals. Then we saw the fine print beside the extra cost stating it was for tip. Anthony stated to us all that we were almost $30 dollars short until Andrew returned to the table adding in his share.
Anthony once again went over counting it then looked up with a bit of a laugh, upset and shock. “Uhhh guys we are 10 short” We all panicked throwing in what ever change we had left. The boys joked about how we would have to stay and worked which seemed to anger Evett and Kimme more. I felt more so embarrassed and upset about it. Even a people had given us that dumb kids look. But before I could worry more about it (or wonder if it was true we would have to work there) we magically conjured up the remaining $10 paying our bill in the exact amount. We all payed in relief and without thinking I said to Evett “OK you know what for your party maybe we will just take you to Liberty Place and pick food cause now we are all broke and not eating like this again” I think our lesson was learned.
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Karen and I each took our box then I reached with out thinking for the check. Usually I am not the one to handle looking at it first, just handing in my share of money and ignoring it. Today though I wanted to see it. Kimme and Jacob both tried to look at it from my sides but I blocked their views of it. Slowly I unfolded it my eyes scanning down it and immediately landed my eyes on the big total. "A hundred and forty one dollars?!" I heard myself said wide eyed. I quickly gave the check to Kimme who passed it along the table to Anthony (who is kinda like our master to breaking up the money). We were all well a little more then surprised. We had worked out a way so that we all would be able to eat what we wanted and have enough for tip. Seeing close to $150 spent was just not what we were used too. Sure at other places we spent a $100 or so but most we ever went over was to a $115.
Quickly I handed over Jacob and I's share of the money and Karen her own. As we all threw our money together in a sense of panic, confusion and a bit of anger from some people. We couldn't understand how almost $20 had been added extra onto our bill. I mean come on we even partnered (with the exception of Karen) for one of those special cheap meal deals. Then we saw the fine print beside the extra cost stating it was for tip. Anthony stated to us all that we were almost $30 dollars short until Andrew returned to the table adding in his share.
Anthony once again went over counting it then looked up with a bit of a laugh, upset and shock. “Uhhh guys we are 10 short” We all panicked throwing in what ever change we had left. The boys joked about how we would have to stay and worked which seemed to anger Evett and Kimme more. I felt more so embarrassed and upset about it. Even a people had given us that dumb kids look. But before I could worry more about it (or wonder if it was true we would have to work there) we magically conjured up the remaining $10 paying our bill in the exact amount. We all payed in relief and without thinking I said to Evett “OK you know what for your party maybe we will just take you to Liberty Place and pick food cause now we are all broke and not eating like this again” I think our lesson was learned.
The check
Posted by in STORY-002 on
The waiter returned to the table asking if the 9 of us were done
almost quietly. Quickly I said yes as me and Karen asked for to go
boxes for our remaining food. He walked away from the table and we all
talked again about trying to find another member to our group and our
next event. They discussed what we would do next week for Evett's
birthday. Also (with my constant childish insistence) that we would go
to the movies to see Sucker Punch when it comes out. A while passed and
the waiter came around the other way to our table with the boxes and
check.
Karen and I each took our box then I reached with out thinking for the check. Usually I am not the one to handle looking at it first, just handing in my share of money and ignoring it. Today though I wanted to see it. Kimme and Jacob both tried to look at it from my sides but I blocked their views of it. Slowly I unfolded it my eyes scanning down it and immediately landed my eyes on the big total. "A hundred and forty one dollars?!" I heard myself said wide eyed. I quickly gave the check to Kimme who passed it along the table to Anthony (who is kinda like our master to breaking up the money). We were all well a little more then surprised. We had worked out a way so that we all would be able to eat what we wanted and have enough for tip. Seeing close to $150 spent was just not what we were used too. Sure at other places we spent a $100 or so but most we ever went over was to a $115.
Quickly I handed over Jacob and I's share of the money and Karen her own. As we all threw our money together in a sense of panic, confusion and a bit of anger from some people. We couldn't understand how almost $20 had been added extra onto our bill. I mean come on we even partnered (with the exception of Karen) for one of those special cheap meal deals. Then we saw the fine print beside the extra cost stating it was for tip. Anthony stated to us all that we were almost $30 dollars short until Andrew returned to the table adding in his share.
Anthony once again went over counting it then looked up with a bit of a laugh, upset and shock. “Uhhh guys we are 10 short” We all panicked throwing in what ever change we had left. The boys joked about how we would have to stay and worked which seemed to anger Evett and Kimme more. I felt more so embarrassed and upset about it. Even a people had given us that dumb kids look. But before I could worry more about it (or wonder if it was true we would have to work there) we magically conjured up the remaining $10 paying our bill in the exact amount. We all payed in relief and without thinking I said to Evett “OK you know what for your party maybe we will just take you to Liberty Place and pick food cause now we are all broke and not eating like this again” I think our lesson was learned.
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Karen and I each took our box then I reached with out thinking for the check. Usually I am not the one to handle looking at it first, just handing in my share of money and ignoring it. Today though I wanted to see it. Kimme and Jacob both tried to look at it from my sides but I blocked their views of it. Slowly I unfolded it my eyes scanning down it and immediately landed my eyes on the big total. "A hundred and forty one dollars?!" I heard myself said wide eyed. I quickly gave the check to Kimme who passed it along the table to Anthony (who is kinda like our master to breaking up the money). We were all well a little more then surprised. We had worked out a way so that we all would be able to eat what we wanted and have enough for tip. Seeing close to $150 spent was just not what we were used too. Sure at other places we spent a $100 or so but most we ever went over was to a $115.
Quickly I handed over Jacob and I's share of the money and Karen her own. As we all threw our money together in a sense of panic, confusion and a bit of anger from some people. We couldn't understand how almost $20 had been added extra onto our bill. I mean come on we even partnered (with the exception of Karen) for one of those special cheap meal deals. Then we saw the fine print beside the extra cost stating it was for tip. Anthony stated to us all that we were almost $30 dollars short until Andrew returned to the table adding in his share.
Anthony once again went over counting it then looked up with a bit of a laugh, upset and shock. “Uhhh guys we are 10 short” We all panicked throwing in what ever change we had left. The boys joked about how we would have to stay and worked which seemed to anger Evett and Kimme more. I felt more so embarrassed and upset about it. Even a people had given us that dumb kids look. But before I could worry more about it (or wonder if it was true we would have to work there) we magically conjured up the remaining $10 paying our bill in the exact amount. We all payed in relief and without thinking I said to Evett “OK you know what for your party maybe we will just take you to Liberty Place and pick food cause now we are all broke and not eating like this again” I think our lesson was learned.
Afterthoughts on a conversation in the subway
Posted by Robert Glynn in STORY-002 onI guess I’m worried about him more and less at the same time. By the end of the day, he basically told me he is not depressed, but sometimes he feels depressed, and he said he hates complaining about it because it makes it seem fake. So I told him that’s not true at all and if he ever needs to talk to someone, that I’m there to listen. Then he said that talking to people doesn’t help. I think that made it more real than anything. When I’m upset, I’ll talk to someone about it and feel better. I guess I’ve never really been depressed, I’ve never been to the point where talking about something and getting it off my chest doesn’t make me feel better. So now not only am I worried about him, now there’s nothing I can do to help. If talking doesn’t help, what can I do? I can always listen, that’s the only thing I’m good for sometimes.
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Hide-and-Seek (Hotel Style)
Posted by Amber Housley in STORY-002 on“Where were you!” my mother exclaimed when Brittani and I returned to the car that had transported us to the resort…
My mom, Ryan, Brittani, Ms. Essie, and I were present that day. Before we arrived at the resort (I do not recall the name) my mom repeated in a practically convincing manner, “We are not going to buy anything.” As we entered the grand hotel lobby a lady behind a counter greeted us. My mom was then asked to provide credit card information (this is when our initial plans were terminated). I did not want to go to the resort in the first place because it interrupted our amusement park schedule. However, we were seated for breakfast, which was mediocre at most. An agent, you know those people who are paid to make the hotel seem exceptional, approached our table shortly after we finished our “meal”. At that point Brittani and I proceeded to the pool area after invitation. The water was clean and tempting, but we didn’t have our bathing suits.
Hours passed before we thought, “Where are they?” and “What are they doing?” Brittani and I met people, visited the hotel’s arcade, sat in the lobby, drank multiple beverages and tons more in the time our “crew” was separated. That is about half day’s worth of activities. We searched the last place we saw our crew, the front of the hotel, and the back of the hotel. There was still no sign of my mom, Ryan, and Ms. Essie. Eventually, we learned that they had been to another section of the hotel for an orientation. A handsome young man drove us to the other section of the hotel in a golf cart—which is as fun as it looks, at least for the first ride. When we arrived to the other section we attempted to call our crew via hotel phone because we were sans cell phones for the day. My mom answered her phone. I told her where we were and I inquired about her location. “We have to go back”, I said to Brittani and we caught another golf cart back to our starting point.
Three pairs of eyes were scowling at us as we marched toward the car. We had no idea what to expect upon entering the car. I do not recall the actual conversation, but there was a bad aura that lasted the rest of the day. My mom ended up purchasing a time-share; one of the things listed on the “TO NOT DO LIST” and we spent a time-limited day at Universal Studios. At least we found everyone, right?
