Hey There Hayden

So I'm pretty sure I have Bronchitis...No really, I think I do. I'm coughing up nothing and it's never ending! Every time I cough I feel the pressure and force behind it and I think, "Oh shit, my eyes are gonna pop out and I'll die". Yeah, imagine that on my tombstone: DEATH BY BRONCHITIS. That'd be funny though. Anyways, I just wanted tot say that if you like the posts that I've done on here(Cafe Podere and The Things we do), there's more on a website called Writers Cafe. I have a profile all set up there and I post these short stories on there. I think I have 5 or 6 on there now and I also have a course. It's called: How to give your writing deeper meaning. Because sometimes, we don't want that blue curtain to be a blue curtain. We want it to mean something else. Yeah, so, I like it. It's fun and I especially love to when people message me on there. I love talking to the people there and I like reading their stuff. It's basicall...

"This just in! Japan has bombed Pearl Harbor! This could mean that the United States will enter the War. Our führer says the following of the attack: "Japan has done something today. A great deed! They have detonated a bomb on a US naval base. So as of today, we are officially at war with America. Never have we been so united, and together we will get our reparations from the first great war! ". The radio played loudly throughout the living room where Christoffer and his family were listening. Mama said, "Good! It's about time those damn Americans learn their place! Heil Hitler!" Father agreed, "Heil!"  They stood and looked to Christoffer. He was quiet, "His useless wars will soon bring us down. We're merely chasing dreams." Christoffer sister stood up and touched his upper arm ,"Brother, do not be like that. Show some German pride." "Why should I show pride for a country that is digging itself into a rabbit ...

Hey guys, so I wrote this short story and it's inspired by "A clean, well-lighted place.". This also takes place in a cafe and people who stay out at night, but I'm not trying to address insomnia. I'm addressing an important life lesson. See if you can figure it out. "Cafe Podere, open from 10 to however long you stay!" The waiter muttered bitterly. He sat behind the counter in a horrible mood. It was 2 AM and his dog was probably going crazy. The cafe really did stay open until the last customer left, but unfortunately this man never left until early morning. Around 4 or 5. That is why the waiter hated this shift. He normally worked opening shifts, but he covered for his long time friend. Oh how he regretted it now! The last customer was a young man. He simply sat there and stared at all the passing people. However, the people are long gone now and all of the lights of the buildings near the cafe are out. They are all closed just as the cafe should ...

If I could I'd just write poop over and over and over, but I can't. Because that's weird and boring af. So yeah, if you haven't noticed I've been in a slump. An all time low(Pun intended). I don't know how to motivate myself to do that stack of homework sitting right beside me as I write. I don't know how to motivate myself to get up on time AND go to bed at a reasonable hour. So here's what I'll do: I'm gonna research and figure some ways to trick myself and then hopefully things start getting better-ish. Hopefully. This is all. Good night :l.

Every day I come home drained from school and I take my dogs outside so they can do their business. And let me tell you, it's the best part of my day. There's no mom to criticize me or tell me how wrong I am. There aren't any loud high schoolers yelling to their friends and stuff. It's just quiet, but as soon as my Mom's car pulls into the garage all hell breaks loose for me. She digs right into me, in a half an hour she expects the house clean and homework done. That's not too difficult, but it's still not enough for her. I have to be perfect for her. My shirt is sloppy and my phone in my pocket makes me look fatter. My hair is a mess(It really is, I need a haircut.), I need to stop chewing gum and may heaven forbid if my pants are a little saggy. I can't help it! I've worn them for 8 hrs at this point so the khakis have expanded and I don't have a damn belt! She sent me to the store for Apple cider, so I walked in the rain to get it and she got...