Short Story About Funky

My day started off pretty normal. I did the usual daily activities of a four year old. Everything was pretty standard until

If you are a self-proclaimed perfectionist, you might still remember the day you realized just what you are. A day when it felt like the ground was falling out from under you and there was nothing for you to grip on to. The truth is, no matter if you overcame this rut or not, you will continue to have these days. Some will feel more hopeless than others, but they will always linger.

Many if not all of us can relate to the statement that we’ve all had useless clutter in our lives, both physical and mental. We may not realize it but it can be a constant battle to get rid of these useless thoughts, possessions, memories and for some, people. It can be as simple as having to look at yourself in the window as you walk past it just to make sure you look good or it could be as drastic as constantly checking your phone for notifications and changing your life to keep up with the ‘social norms’. I didn’t realise that I had so much unnecessary things, people and thoughts in my life until I looked back on it and actively changed it.

I think the main idea of the short story, The Smell, by John Seabrook is that covering up something that is frowned upon will not get you anywhere and the truth will always come up. This is shown in the short story when then townspeople complain about the smell, when T. enterprises shop closes and when Daniel Chan lied about the smell. Firstly, the main idea is that something that is frowned upon will not get you anywhere and the truth will always come up is because of when the towns people complained about the smell that was all over town. “No one could say just what the smell was--only that it was certainly caused by putrefaction of some kind of flesh … We get a lot of bad smells in this business, but I never smelled anything like that”.

Kayn Hayes sighed, raking his hand through his dirtied blond hair. It was a deep, meaningful breath, with a tale behind it. Maybe once before somebody may have liked to listen to the tale, maybe not.

The year was 1861 and the first battle had already begun. The country was now divided as two teams, the confederates and the unions. I wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming battle that was about to happen. I sat in my tent in silence, thinking about what might happen. Starting to feel uneasy about this battle I grabbed my rifle for comfort. It felt weird that I look at my gun as a safe object. I laid back and sighed. I let my guard down for too long, I needed to get it up again.

Once there was this gas station that had this red button which became rusted with age and was covered in so many spider webs it looked like a witch 's cauldron. The gas station was so small and cramped that only some people like a dwarf or a dog can fit in. It was located on a deserted highway that everybody that took route 55 could see dilweed every five seconds. Everybody feared this button as it was known by everyone that no one should press a red button. If a vehicle passes through this highway they will hit the gas as hard as they can. Even gangsters drive their lowriders as fast as possible.

Even when I got my answer I didn’t want to do it for weeks, only making things worse. Those past two days for me were the final straw. I had in that moment thought that I had finally broken. Later it turned out to be the right thing to do.

The slightly nauseating scent of yellow pencil shavings, sweat, and the cheap cologne of teenage boys filled my nostrils. The deafening buzz of two hundred chattering students rushed past my ears. Blurs of bright colors from those cheesily inspirational classroom posters caught my peripheral vision as I sauntered down the halls of McKinley High School towards my ninth period World History class. I took my time to this particular class because gosh, I just could not stand it. My teacher, Mr. Samuels, was this large, dumpy man with a ratty mustache, and all he ever did was drone on, and on, and on about dull names, places, and dates. My best friend, Eliza, and I called him Mr. Samuelzzzzzzz

Don 't wait for a moment to come along to distract you. Instead, distract yourself by being more mindful. Pay attention to what is going on around you. Force yourself to hear the noises around you. Force yourself to see the views around. Force yourself to pay attention to what is happening right now, and you will feel better

One day a super cool guy named Coolguyjones was about to face his biggest threat ever, but first let’s talk about his life. Coolguyjones’ real name is Jerry Davis. He lived in a medium sized city named Garu village named after his father. Coolguyjones was left on the Davis’ porch when he was just a tiny little baby, the Davis family took him in and gave him sunglasses, from that moment on he has been the coolest person on the planet. He never takes his sunglasses off. At the age of 17 his parents died in a very tragic train accident. His dad being the best hero he could, saw a metal pole coming straight for a little kid jumped in front of it and died right on the scene, he was so sad that finally took his sunglasses off and snapped them in

Frustration: noun /frəˈstrāSH(ə)n/: the feeling of being upset or annoyed, especially because of inability to change or achieve something.

I'm not sure when it started or when it exactly appeared. Maybe it's been there the whole time. I look back at my life and I catch glimpses of it. I should have seen it coming. I should have known something was wrong. It was the days I wish my mom accepted I just couldn't go to school. Or the day I begged myself to get up and do my homework, but just lied there cycling through my thoughts for hours.  I never knew the reason I couldn't get through a morning. Even now I still question whether I am just being dramatic. Do I truly have depression and anxiety?

Most people want to forget when they feel actual heartbreak. It’s been almost 9 years and I still remember when my heart broke into little pieces. I was watching the season finale of Supernatural and I was very close to crying. That was the worst episode ever made and whoever wrote it should be arrested.

“Swimming Pools” by Troye Sivan was a hidden hit. The 2015 released bonus track was a