I wish.
I wish I could go back to Christmas Eve, 2010. I wish I could relieve the last Christmas with my grandma. When everyone was happy, when there was nothing for me to worry about.
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I wish I could go back to Christmas Eve, 2010. I wish I could relieve the last Christmas with my grandma. When everyone was happy, when there was nothing for me to worry about.
#adventchallenge. #acorns. Little Johnny's playing. All around the house. Loud as a battalion. Quiet as a mouse. In his room with Lego. Building knobbly towers. So much joy, this Danish toy.
Sitting here thinking, one day I'm not going to go to school tomorrow.
I want to reverse back to that moment two years ago at my dads girlfriend friends sons birthday. I want to go back to that day where we had his birthday party down digbeth, Birmingham.
I turned on the evening news. Saw a old man being interviewed. Turning a hundred and two today. Asked him what's the secret to life. He looked up from his old pipe.
#adventchallenge. Christmas is here. Think i may get fat. Xmas dinner, Xmas pudding. Drinking and all that. Love the Xmas dinner. It's so worth the Wait. Prawn cocktail for starter. OMG it's great.
When it was warm I'd want to be with you, Every morning fear would struggle with the hope. Now I'm cold I crouch above the fire, Always in my mind the thought would be awoken.
It's Christmas Eve I can't believe That time has flown so fast Another year Has disappeared The future's now the past And in the morn With wrappings torn I'll sit and reminisce And shed a tear For...
I guess the little things are put in the past,. Just a reminder telling us not everything can last,. Though even if the sky is a dark saddened cast,. We all the know the present is going quite fast,.
When I was little, I used to talk to trees. They never spoke back. I believed that they were people who got turned into trees.
One night, the sound of tiny feet,. Padding across the old wood floor,. Their wide eyes filled with the dust of sleep,. A thin blanket shared among amongst the four,.
I played your songs today. I couldn't find reason to cry anymore... I didn't know what to reminisce about. Perhaps I've moved a step further away from you. Perhaps...
ice skating. joyous. cold. but then you get warm. blistered feet. twisted ankles. get a grip onto people who you've never even talked to. someone falls. hard. tempted to laugh. tempted to help them.
Something oh so funny is fear, For what terrifies me most may come as a shock, Tis not a thousand serpent nor an unexpected knock, Tis not rejection, nor the thought of being alone, Tis not monsters...
Remember/Don't forget Those golden years I've spend with you have tough me gratitude and even softened my own attitude I'd like to start with mentioning our fun time listening to music on the bus...
#colour #color On the very first day I met you, I woke up, and I looked out of my window to see a beautiful shining sun, glowing orange, very softly.
I miss happily losing sleep. Now I just lose sleep. I miss those little morning messages. Those beautiful little beeps. I miss wasting time together doing nothing. Now I just waste time on regret.
When I first joined, after a prompt from the App Store in its first few days of existence, I instantly downloaded it.
When I was a child. I was lonesome and scared. And trusted very few people. I needed a place. Were I could escape. Reality and all its darkness. That’s when I saw it. As I walked through the woods.
Another sleepover. Another night of tears. We stay up, watch 'Supernatural' then sleep as the clock strikes one. Well, we try.
#adventchallenge How hard can it be To write a classic Christmas song.
#adventchallenge Hang up the stockings Decorate the tree Light the candles It's Christmas Eve. Carrot for Rudolph Whiskey for dad Mince pie for Santa That's all we had.
In the soft pink spring of blossoming flowers. The pockets of my favourite jacket. Which once belonged to you. Were full of glossy polaroids with both of our most grotesque expressions.
When I was a child, Life was new When I was a child, I always made it through When I was a child, things seemed easy When I was a child, beauty was a day that was bright and breezy When I was a...