Desiree Stumo
Bio
I'm a 20 y/o college student who's hoping to successfully express my emotions and opinions in 600 words or more~ I love organizing, daydreaming, and getting excited about cartoon and anime characters. i@dks_senpai T@Willa2Wall t@Volita_san
Stories (8/0)
I Don't Want to Be a Mother Anymore. Therefore, I Don't Want to Be a Teacher Anymore
Ever since people started asking me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I always relentlessly answered back with, "I want to be a mom!" For some reason, I romanticized the idea of being a mother. I don't know if it's because my family was religious, or if it was because I didn't think I'd be good at anything else, or if it was just because I desired to feel that sense of unconditional love for them and their need for me.
By Desiree Stumo5 years ago in Families
Always Wanted to Be a Dog Person...
Have you ever been nervous about seeing a new animal? Just like any new experience, you could be unsure if you'll like it, if you'll learn quickly, or if you end up having fun. I have always been apprehensive around animals, especially dogs.
By Desiree Stumo5 years ago in Petlife
- Top Story - December 2018
What I Wish I Knew Before Getting Our First Puppy!Top Story - December 2018
Yes, Yes. Puppies sure do look cute, though getting a puppy is a big deal and require immense amounts of determination and patience. Let alone the hard-earned money that you'll have to pay for their deposit for the breeder, to pay him off, getting them spayed/neutered, getting his shots, and all the food, toys, treats, crates, and accessories you'll need to take care of him. But really, it's a fun learning experience to teach, train, and befriend a K-9!
By Desiree Stumo5 years ago in Petlife
A Second Chance: A Story of What We All Wish We Could Do Pt.1
“BEEP. BEEP. BEEP” said the battery-powered blue flower she had gotten for her birthday several months earlier. One eye slowly opened and glared at the dumb flower; she tapped the snooze button. “Ugh what was that dream…” She thought to herself, an eight year old named Emma. It all came back. She sat up in bed, eyes wide, but tired. She knows EVERYTHING that’ll happen in her future. She has dreamed of a tragic timeline that she can barely comprehend. She has a migraine for the first time in her life. She gets up out of bed, still groggy. It’s Saturday morning. She goes to the bathroom, pees, then brushes her teeth. A minute in, she looks into the mirror into her blue-green eyes and screams. Which is more like a high-pitch gargle. She coughs and spits profusely. She had realized that something terrible was going to happen to her mom in five years. Her mom, Sarah, was going to die of stage 4 cancer. “What is cancer?? Is it like a gun or something?” She thought to her self. She stared at her reflection, her young mind trying to comprehend what she had just foreseen.
By Desiree Stumo6 years ago in Families