stephanie borges
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I've been writing off and on for years; I write short stories, scripts, and blogs. I can't think of anything more relaxing than writing. I also do graphic design.
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Workplace Hell Hole
Photo by Alex Robert on Unsplash So, you wanna hear confessions, huh? Ok, here's two that I have been keeping a secret because it happens at a place I used to work at, and I don't want to say the name of the location because these f#ckers could get mad, and I might get in trouble. So, I'll call the workplace "Hell hole food place" I worked in the kitchen as a food prep. One of the perks about working in the kitchen was many hot guys coming in and out all the time. But, there were times it was so slow that time felt like it had stopped or would run so quiet, and since we couldn't stand around, we would have to find things to do.
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Journal
Go to College, or?
If there was one thing I wanted to do when I was younger was to attend college. Everywhere I turned college this college that. College was shown as this glamourous thing that is a must. So in my first year, I notice college was in a way like High school, you got the jocks, the techies, the culinary (ok, not the culinary, because there were lunch ladies), and finally the outcasts (where I fit in). The classes were more attractive because they had to do with the career I wanted to do. I liked that I was able to choose the time I wanted to go. (Well, if the class was available.) It became an issue when I had to get a job to pay for my classes; I was lucky to have financial aid and fee waivers because college wasn't free. The textbooks would be pricy, and most of my paycheck would go into books.
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Education
A pet or dystopia
I woke up from a dream I kept having since I came to my new home; I live in a vast mansion with 18 rooms. Three of them are mine to do whatever. You would think I should be happy I have everything I want. Every game console, Every video game made, Endless film, clothes, cars, and my own kitchen, Your right; it should make me happy, but what's the point when you have everything when you're alone? I don't mean metaphorical; I mean literally I am alone because I'm the last human... I still live on Earth, just not in the human realm; yeah, you heard correctly," I don't live in the human realm...anymore. I now live in a world of magic. You know creatures of tables and legends, mermaids, fairies, lamia's, you name it. I live with Jagan, a lamia; Jagan looks human from his upper torso up. He has a Caucasian look, lean physique, turquoise eyes, and unkempt red hair. On his lower torso is the snake part. Jagan could change his form from human to lamia at will. So, in the human world, he used to be my employer when life was great…until it happened, and my species died within months. How did I survive?
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Fiction
My writing and imagination are my passion.
Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash Writing is my one true love. There is a saying, "if your good at something, you should try and capitalize it." Ok, I heard it from the TV show 'Helluva Boss.' But anyway, I am trying to make it a full-time job. Currently, I am trying to get my writing published. For years I have been writing short stories and just filing them away in my computer hard drive. Then one day, out of boredom, I started to write a Yaoi (a manga of guy on guy interaction and intercourse). I was about to file it away like all the others but until a classmate who read a little of it said my story is popular in Japan. So, I thought, "I want to publish my story and turn it into a graphic novel." Thankfully a publishing company called iflowcreative.net found me and has helped me get my Yaoi out. I called my Yoai manga "Two shakes of a tail." It's about a were rabbit narrating his own story about how he landed his dream job by doing what he does best on his second part-time job. Shake his booty, aka his rabbit tail. It is dark humor. I believe what the late comic book writer Stan Lee said.
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Motivation
That was nuts
Meet my squirrel friend "Nutcase" I'm not joking; that's the name I gave him. This little comes every morning for nuts. I only give him a few because if I give him a lot, he leaves them, and other squirrels will go and fight over the scraps, and they are running around the backyard, causing havoc. They climb on the backyard furniture, the plants, not to mention the trash cans for cans and bottles for recycling—all the while making that chattery sound and the little craws on the pavement. You can put some background music to make it comical.
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Petlife
Poppin Bubbles for Cash!!!
If you have a cell phone, then you must get Bubble Cash. It’s a fun and easy game that you cannot only stay entertained but also win money, not gaming points or gems money; I mean real money. I found Bubble Cash while I was scrolling on Facebook. During the Pandemic. At first, I didn’t think it was worth it but when you are unemployed and need money, well…what the hey!! I downloaded the app. Then I created a profile; I go by the screen name Reanimation (I am a big Linkin Park Fan)
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Gamers
A meeting or a date?
This story is fictional but has a little content about intimacy between two men. other than that enjoy. Oh man, do I have a story to tell about my first date with my crush, who happens to be the CEO's son. But first, allow me to introduce myself, the name is Alucard, and yes, if you say my name backward, it means Dracula. You have no idea how much I was made fun of in school. No, I'm not a Goth even though black is my favorite color, but I do like red and blue I mean, I have blue high-lights on my blackhead, and the blue hair goes with my eyes. I do have some piercings on my ears, my lower lip, and my tongue. My style is Punk and business casual. But this story isn't about my style; This is about how I got my first date. It all started like any other day. I went to work. I got up. Add my usual breakfast. Cereal. Sourdough toast with slices of cheese and my Cup of coffee. In my favorite mug. That reads. "Give me coffee, and no one gets hurt"
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Filthy
