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Pollution-the current issue

By: adityabanerjee

Date: 2022-05-19T05:32:28.394764Z

Oh the children, Of this unique world, What have you done, Just to destroy it? Destroying and plundering, Its unique resources such as, The human race by pollution, And its green world by deforestation and climate change? Don't the destroyers want peace, In their lives? Beware that there are sure protectors, On this unique globe, Who simply give away their lives, For this very issue. So must we save or plunder? The resources of this world?

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Juliantina Part 5

By: loza2019

Date: 2019-07-14T03:24:39.400400Z

Val had the honeymoon prepared and Juls didn't know where she was taking them. Val took them somewhere in Italy. When they went to there room there was beautiful roses and candles prepared for them! They didn't go anywhere they just wanted to be in the room hand in hand with each other! They lived being together and enjoyed there company. The next morning Juls woke up to make breakfast for Val but Val woke up and told Juls to come back to bed, then she did!

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Life, the infinite

By: eansjones

Date: 2021-05-28T19:07:48.105967Z

The biggest lesson I've learned in my life so far is Life is infinite, there is no lack of possibilities, more than I could ever comprehend. For so long the world was how others defined it to me, my parents, my friends, my family, my teachers. All of these people are individuals experiencing a finite blip of the infinite. Previously my world was shaped by opposites, right and wrong, good and bad but this is not what defines. To define life is to kill it, there is no combination of words that can create the living infinite that is life. We as individuals attempt to simplify the infinite into specific parameters as to comprehend a topic that exists within the infinite. My parents did this by teaching me what was right and wrong, they did this for my safety so that I could grasp what I should and shouldn't be doing. We as participants in social media define our lives by the parameters of photos and description. No matter how much you post you will never be able to produce the living thing that is you. No matter how small life is, say a bug, it cannot be brought to life through the tools of description. This goes for incredibly large life, say planets. You should not get lost in the infinite, life such as we are is remarkably unique. This life will not be lived by anyone else but you and no one will make your presence known for you. Never get bogged down in the details, they are dead things and they give no place to define your life. Life has infinite meaning but meaning itself is subjective, there is no correct meaning, it is simply the meaning that you give to it. From this you should take away the following things: 1. It is remarkably generous for you to live for others, we are not here for long and time won’t stop for the generous or the wicked. No one will live for you, not your parents, or society, or God. Take life by the wheel and see it as it is infinite, there is nothing but yourself holding you back from experiencing anything within the infinite. 2. Trading you time for money is a pathetic way to spend the time that you have here. We have stepped into the finite world of man, where others define your self worth, they have declared that money is more important than time. This is one of the greatest illusions for mankind to break out of. 3. Never stop learning, life is infinite so there are infinite things that you do not know. The moment that you stop learning is the moment you stop living. 4. Living with love and compassion is what makes life worth living. 5. Nothing but yourself defines you 6. Laugh and play, I define life as two things: a joke and a sandbox. 7. Live out your passions, using your superpowers of creation. 8. Live Best Wishes, Ean Sequoia Jones “What we do now echos in eternity.”

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Sadness

By: arielag

Date: 2019-09-24T05:36:31.350101Z

Sadness inside of me, why are you here? I know it was the best thing ever, but I had to leave it behind. Sadness inside of me, don’t you understand? I had to come back home, you know I couldn’t stay there forever. Sadness inside of me, please go... I know everything is gray here, but maybe one day, I’ll paint it red.

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tuesday

By: katsmp

Date: 2019-05-01T01:30:15.761056Z

ever had a memory safely encapsulated in  your hippocampus that you can relive as many times as you want? happens to me every-time i see a bed. i hadn’t been sleeping for some months. & i was frustrated. i did the worst thing you can do when you have insomnia,  fight your way to sleep.  laid on my back,  on my side,  with pillow without a pillow,  & on this particular night my bed was mocking me. so i laid on the carpet & gave up fighting to fall asleep.  that Tuesday i probably fell asleep around 6am i missed an economics final.  & after seeing the closed door of my lecture hall, i walked back and smiled and thought of how great that carpet had felt.

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HS Thoughts pt. 1

By: souleehoney

Date: 2019-08-31T04:52:07.261184Z

You know what I’ve been thinking? I live two completely different lives. One here at my moms house and another at my dads. Whenever I come back to my moms, I’m reminded of someone who used to visit. I feel like I’ve been placed back a couple steps when I stay at my moms. I’m not sure I can handle staying often because it reminds me too much. I’m grateful for all those small amount of times I had there but unfortunately I cannot say the name of the person that I shared them with. I really wish I could have one more dance, but this pain will only make me stronger. Is it really true? Does time truly heal? Does letting time pass, allow you to move on? Apparently it’s true so some. I believe that it in some way, it puts the feelings and memories to sleep. I’ve put it to the test. This past week I’ve felt stuck. Almost frozen. For a few years, I learned to keep quiet. Sadly, I continue to keep quiet. Now that I look back, it has been a fairly quick couple of years, but that’s how I know, that these feelings were so strong. I needed to forget. So I tried. And I thought that I succeeded, of course, it worked for months maybe a year. Until, the memories were awakened again.. I saw this person again. I tried really hard to keep cool. Now I find myself writing to keep calm. So it’s been hard and it’s only been a week since I last saw them. I’m at my dads house. I feel safer here, I can keep my secrets well hidden here. I don’t know how much longer this will eat me up, but I do have some kind of hope. Summers almost here so I’ll continue writing until the times right. Until I’m ready to let go. *I was still in HS when I wrote this. I cringed a bit typing this out buuut I’m happy to say that now more than ever, I believe in all that time can do for us. :) *

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Is Playing Games a Waste of Time or the Key to Love?

By: arabiannights

Date: 2019-09-26T03:07:58.631682Z

When I was a kid, I loved playing video games and watching movies but, at some point, I internalized the idea that anything fun was a waste of time and a distraction from my studies. So, I started avoiding them because the feeling of shame and judgment around them was too strong. So, I pursued the academic road to working in a lab and then majoring in Biochemistry. And, for a whole lot of reasons, I just couldn’t do it anymore. It was too limiting. Everything was so serious and there was no room for play. I think part of why I became a writer was because it meant I could re-engage with the things that brought me so much joy. Now, watching movies wasn’t wasting time. It was research. Suddenly, I had permission to do what I wanted to do anyway. I met my wife online. We connected by talking about serious academic books. But then, I got on a plane and flew half way around the world to South Africa and met her in person for the first time. We chatted. We had dinner. We ate chocolate. And that night, she showed me her favorite game: The Witcher 3. And I played it late into the night. She could see I was having fun and headed to bed. Apparently, all these years of not playing games took their toll, I kept getting my butt kicked by Dettlaff, a lovelorn vampire. And so, I headed to bed and saw what I thought was a piece of chocolate on the floor. I picked it up and was going to put it in my mouth when I suddenly saw it had eight eyes. It was a spider! I squealed! And from the other room my future wife laughed. And then I went and found that spider and took my flip flop to it with my future wife in gales of laughter in the other room. Looking back, I realize that the fact that this woman I’d just met encouraged me to play and was willing to laugh and be silly with me was how I should have known that she was the love of my life. Within a week, we both knew it for sure. We’re now just a couple of weeks away from our first wedding anniversary. We watch movies on the couch and she plays her XBox while I play my Nintendo Switch. Now, I realize that playfulness is not a waste of time. It’s what life is all about.

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Storyplace Launch shares with Mackenzie 35th Birthday

By: kyzawilliamson

Date: 2018-12-06T23:20:56Z

Today my dear friend Ivana has launched her App Storyplace! She also shares this special day  with my husbands birthday! He's 35,  Storyplace 1st Birthday!!  Congratulations!!!!

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Amar a Muerte

By: jemini

Date: 2019-09-14T13:32:05.578487Z

Amar a Muerte gave me butterflies and a must watch again and again in the same way as these classic love stories: Love Story, The Notebook, and Titanic. The actors are authentic and real in an intriguing and fresh story. The romantic scenes were captivating because they were delivered with such honesty, gentleness, and mystery. Can I go on? Kind, heartfelt, passionate, and sensuous. I’ve fallen in love with the writers, story, characters, and Mexico. I’m in! Bring the book, tv series, movie, play, I want it all! Gracias. Gracias. Gracias.

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Untitled

By: something2say

Date: 2021-04-12T16:06:19.066113Z

if the heart seeks only what is wanted in pureness, why must it want what is too often not to be possessed? for what reason shall I say that "I wholly gave it all" if the giving was in the selfishness of the desire, not the helplessness of need? I long for only what you are... can that be enough? or will the weight of affection bend until it breaks, breaking apart? if there was ever a chance of seeing the horizon bleed across the sky with your spirit next to mine I would consider eternity again more seriously. and yet this sudden awareness of what an illusion this could all be, bleakly reminds me that even if you gain it all, you can never quite hold it entirely at once.

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