Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy forSexism - a story untold2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologizes for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
Writing Tips: Never Assume It's FunnyThere's a very memorable scene in Roger Rabbit where the title character almost randomly breaks out of his handcuffs. When asked why he didn't do it sooner he says that he couldn't do it before because it wasn't funny before. Now Roger Rabbit is a great movie, but that one joke doesn't seem to have aged very well. Since 1989, cartoons have become a lot more story-driven, a lot more in depth, and generally less gag-based. Can you get away with breaking logic or continuity if a joke is funny? Yes. Can you get away with having an asshole in your show who is nothing but a sadist as long as he's funny? Yes. Should you ever, ever do it, especially if you're just getting started writing? Hell fucking no.Writing Tips: Never Assume It's Funny2 days ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Let's start with the very, very obvious: if the joke you assumed was funny broke continuity, placed a character out of character, or could destroy the story wasn't funny... then things fall apart. It sounds like common sense, but I can see why some people need to assume that things are funny.
When the Sun RisesI miss the way you used to be.When the Sun Rises2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss the way you'd smile at me.
How the joy would make the corners of your eyes crinkle.
You'd laugh softly.
Shaking your head,
I miss that.
How real it sounded.
I listened to you now,
And that old little light melody of laughter is no where to be found.
You still laugh
But your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
I don't think I've ever met someone with such sad,
As you look upon yourself
And you can't help but despise what you see.
You used to walk,
With your head held high.
You don't anymore
You keep them glued to the floor.
Scared to acknowledge your train wreck of a life
That lays before you.
I still think you're beautiful though.
Even if you're growing faint
Like a sunset,
Falling into the darkness of the night.
With each slowly fading ray of light.
You're still perfect, and make people stop and stare in awe.
But just like the sun sets.
And you get pulled under into the dark of the night.
When all of your light is gone
Selfish Desires: Sam DiscoversNina didn't come home one night.Selfish Desires: Sam Discovers2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next morning, as I sat down to eat breakfast, she walked through the door looking a mess, belly bulging further than usual, powdered sugar around her mouth, her hair tangled, and holding on to half a dozen donuts and the tattered remains of the red dress I bought her about twenty pounds ago, destroyed from the inside out.
"What happened last night?" I asked, hoping not to seem pushy, "No call, no text, you seriously had me worried!"
She blushed, "Oh! Sorry, I went out with a bunch of girls from work, and we went to a movie, so I had to turn my phone off. Then we got a little drunk, so none of us could drive back." She walked towards me with an angelic smile, raising a suggestive eyebrow and cradling her heavy, bulging stomach, "I made sure we ordered some pizza, got some ice cream, and I may have..." she pulled me closer, pressing her bulging belly against my chest, groaning at the sudden pressure, "Woomph, I think I ate just a little t
V-Day Extensions: Goldie"That was great!" you giggle.V-Day Extensions: Goldie2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Goldie smiles, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
"How did you even manage to get in there?" you ask, "I mean, that's probably the nicest restaurant in this country! You'd have to make reservations months ahead, and not to mention the cost!"
"The owner and I are good friends," Goldie says, "And as for money...The owner of the pizzeria makes enough to spare."
You giggle and sigh contentedly, "I really did enjoy that. That's the best dinner I've ever been taken out to."
"I try," he smiles playfully.
"It's only six PM," you note, checking your phone, "We still have plenty of time to spare."
"And nowhere else to go," he sighs.
"We could always go back to my place," you say, "Curl up and watch a movie. You did promise me some snuggling with my teddy bear, after all."
He grins, "If that's what you want."
~AND SO WE TELEPORT TO YOUR FLAT~
"It's so sad!" you whimper as you watch the TV through your tears.
Oh, of all things you'd picked, it was some rea
remember,when i was your lioness andremember,3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
we ruled the world with
scattered light and
after all this time, i
still stay up late thinking of you,
pinching myself awake to keep the image of you in my head
until i hear you sing me to sleep.
we all have our demons, i was always yours.
waking up with bruises on my arms in an empty bed,
the devil inside of me whispers that it's not over yet, and
he pumps turbulence from my carved open heart into my saltwater blood
i feel every half-healed scar split op
en to bleed yet again.
wanting you is wanting the safety of the stars
when i'm already in free fall (into the grave).
my siren, i was born to die but you loved me into a phoenix.
Hobo HeartHobo Heart2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Badge number : 1025
August 26, 2014
544 NW Tarrant St.
One deceased female age 26 Large entry wound to chest. Heart removed.
"Hey Jason what we got this time?"
"Yeah it's another one." the CSI officer said shaking his head "Same M.O. chest crushed ripped open heart removed. Human heart from previous deceased present at scene."
"How many does this make?" the detective asked
"Are we counting the one at the lake?" Jason inquired.
" No not yet anyway." replied Detective McMahon
"Five then, but there's no way we can deny they are at least connected." Jason said to the detective squinting his eyes.
"Yeah I hear ya, but there was no heart present. It's his calling card there's no way he'd leave out that little detail. This guys sick it's his ritual. They may be connected, but it may be a copy cat. I'm not giving him the credit till I'm sure." The detective pulled out his lucky zippo rubbed it with his finger as he examined the apple engraving on i
Sebastian x Child Reader: Her Butler, ValentineSebastian x Child Reader: Her Butler, Valentine3 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian x Child Reader
Her Butler, Valentine
It was February 14th and as the sun rose on this very special day, the snow from the night before sparkled as if it had been touched by magic. It was Valentine’s Day once again, and all of London seemed to embrace it with welcome arms. Every shop and café had decorations of hearts and red and pink banners, and there were more flower bouquets than could ever be sold- in spite of the cold weather. And though it was still quite early in the morning, lovers walked through the cobbled streets hand in hand with nothing but smiles. All in all, it was the perfect scene to symbolize the romantic holiday. . . Though in the center of the great city, there was one stately town house near the center of London’s elite class, where there was not a single decoration to be had.
It was the second abode of the Earl of Phantomhive- and current
I Am Only a MarionetteI am only a marionetteI Am Only a Marionette22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing on a string
Forced to entertain the masses
For joy I'm meant to bring.
I am only a puppet,
A plaything to be shown.
I can't escape the mass's will
Or make decisions of my own.
I am just an instrument
Forced to bend to standards.
I cannot rise and free myself
Against society's banners.
I am only a marionette,
Made for other's sake,
Made to do as others wish
Until the day I break.
Sing, Laugh, DanceSing like there's no tomorrow.Sing, Laugh, Dance2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laugh like the world is whole.
Dance like your floating on air.
Love like you'll never see them again.
Kiss her like she's slipping away.
Hug him like you're unable to let go.
Make a promise like you intend to keep it.
Smile as if the sun was shining.
The New Mall (omorashi/ABDL)The new mall had been in construction for nearly two years, but looking at how massive it was, you'd swear it had been longer than that. It was five stories tall, and housed at least one of every type of store you could possibly imagine (and even a few you probably wouldn't think existed).The New Mall (omorashi/ABDL)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wow," Hikaru commented upon stepping out of his car and taking a good look at the building that stood before him.
"I know," said Jason. "It's way bigger than the old one.
"Let's just hope they have good cinnamon buns like the old place." Hikaru grabbed his messenger bag and put it over his shoulder. "Are you sure you don't wanna be padded? I can still diaper you if you lie down in the backseat."
Jason's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Hikaru, you know I'd love to, but people might notice."
Hikaru looked down at him with sad puppy dog eyes.
"Aww, come on; Don't give me that look." He put a hand to Hikaru's cheek. "You can diaper me when we get home.
.Dear heart,.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
please stop falling
because one of these days
no one will be there
to catch y(our) fall.
Russia x Reader - ProposalsThe Russian sighed as he played with the silver band. He would do it, today. He would finally propose to his little sunflower, that much he was sure of. But, the question that continued to linger at the back of his mind was a simple yet annoying one: how?Russia x Reader - Proposals1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
He loved (name), of that there was no doubt. Countless times he had made sure (name) knew and he knew that she loved him just as much. As such, he wanted to make this the best day ever. But he wasn’t romantic. He wasn’t as suave as Rodrich, the Austrian, confident as that annoying German, Gilbert, or amorous as Francis, that flashy Frenchman at work. It’s not to say that Ivan had no redeeming points, he just wasn’t very good with the whole ‘lovey-dovey’ thing.
The problems kept increasing and for a moment Ivan actually wondered if he could do it. Who could he turn to? His sister, Katyusha? Maybe Natalia? Ivan had no real friends of his own, so his family were his only option. Then again, neither of
The Truth Hurts, BabyI wish I couldThe Truth Hurts, Baby3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
love you like you
love your alcohol,
but my heart is
and my spine
refuses to bend.
2P!America x Child!Reader x 2P!Canada2P!America x Child!Reader x 2P!Canada3 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
How To Look Beautiful~.
"[Y/N]!", your bedroom door was slammed open, revealing both Allen and Matthieu, "We need your help!", both of them said at the same time.
"Ever heard of knocking?" you asked as you glared at them.
"But it's important!", Allen said as he step into your room.
"Important or not, you're supposed to knock!", you growled.
"O-Okay.", Allen walked out of the room, closing the door from behind and then knocked.
You smiled brightly and hugged your mochi plushie tightly, "Come in~"
Allen opened the door, gently then walked in with Matthieu.
"Now, what is this something important?", you questioned.
"This idiot,", Matthieu pointed at Allen, "made a bet to some stupids that whoever lose the game will have to look beautiful and dress like a lady."
"We lost and we need your help to look beautiful since you're the only girl here.", Allen said, feeling slightly embarrassed.
You giggled, "Well! You came to the right person!"
Law X Reader: New Year's Kiss “Come on Law! It’ll be fun!” You said cheerily, tugging on his zipped up coat with a big grin on your face.Law X Reader: New Year's Kiss21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“_______ really?! Do we have to?” Law groaned in protest, slowly shuffling along, but still slightly resisting against your tugs.
“Yes we do! It’s New Year’s Eve! We’re going to do EVERYTHING!” You sang, gesturing to the festive town square before you.
“Oh god, everything?!” Law complained, looking out at the square you gestured too.
“Yep! Everything~!” You repeated. “So come on Mr. Grumpy Pants! Pleeeaaaase~?” You pleaded, tugging on his sleeve playfully.
Law sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fiiine.”
“Yes!!” You cheered, tugging harshly on his sleeve as you dragged him out towards the center of the island with the biggest smile on you
UntitledGlide through the heavensUntitled3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in hopes to evade
the crimson wings
that holds you down.
When will you shut the pearly gates
and walk away?
When will you cut the crying chains
that paint you grey?
I ate the Hokage, but I didn't eat Shizune.The village of Konoha was going to throw a big festival that would take place tomorrow. It was one thatI ate the Hokage, but I didn't eat Shizune.1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
would promote friendships and unity through all the wars and battles the shinobi system had endured over the
years. Usually people went in pairs to this festival. It was uncommon and rare for someone to go with more
then one person.
Sakura Haruno was decorating the mission room for the festival. "Sakura!" Hinata Hyuga joined Sakura.
"Hi Hinata. I was just getting the mission room nice and pretty for tomorrow." Sakura said. Hinata soon
approached Sakura and held a kunai to her head. "Who are you taking to the festival? Someone blonde?"
Hinata asked. "I was." Sakura said. "I knew it." Hinata was about to drive the kunai right through Sakura's
The door to the mission room further opened and another kunoichi joined them. It was Ino Yamanaka. She had
a vase of flowers in her arms. She hadn't been feeling all that great because she was currently on a strict
diet. Half the days she fe
UntitledYou may have widened the chasm between us...Untitled2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You may have caused me to throw up my walls of silence...
You may have stabbed me with your words...
But they did not fall upon deaf ears.
From your words as twisted as the knots in my mind,
You brought me anger.
From your neglect of the glass heart that beats before you.
You brought me depression.
But neither could have caused the fear that has gripped my hold of reality.
Whether or not I tread between anxiety or paranoia.
But despite these fears,
Despite wanting to escape myself,
Despite horrid contemplations,
Despite being broken...
I now realize, that you have opened the door into something truly beautiful.
Not For Your SakeGetting to sleep in the Cornerstone base was always a hassle. First, they actually had to get into the base and, with the various teams scattered about all over the world, this was a massive task in and of itself.Not For Your Sake2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a lot of angry messages, threats, and general confusion on who exactly was still missing, the entire team was finally assembled in the base and then came the item sorting, the machine checks, the “where the heck is my hang glider?!” and then--at last--they began to get into bed.
Since the beds were all shoved up against each other, most of them them tended to just crawl up from the foot of the bed but then there were people like Smith, who often stole others beds which caused a lot of ruckus, or people like Strippin who jumped on, scaring the people on either side of him.
By the time everyone was settledand in their correct beds, the sun had long since fallen behind the edge of the earth.
Rythian, who often fell asleep last, lay awake one night
Tadashi Hamada x Reader: Guardian AngelTadashi Hamada x Reader: Guardian Angel2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were sitting on the stairwell, drowning out all the talk that was going on downstairs. Your hair was damp and so was your dress…and the rest of you. Your eyes, your cheeks…they stung too. It all happened so quickly…you didn’t have a chance to react to what was happening. The memory can’t be replaced by another one. They told you to be strong but you couldn’t. To you…the world had turn cold with the thought placed in your soul that you couldn’t. You tried to dig deep inside yourself to get yourself to be the strong one but you just…can’t.
He was there when you fell, both literally and figuratively. And he always stood with you…and there for you, through all your troubles. He even told you that he would risk his life for you. He would hold you when you cried, saying that it’s okay.
The emotions started hitting you like crashing waves on a stormy shore, as more memories came to you.
Pheromone PhenomenonPheromone Phenomenon2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The scent of love was in the air that moonlit summer night.
We danced the dance of love until we saw the morning light.
We promised that we'd save our love until the wedding day.
How many times we fought temptation off it's hard to say.
The day was blessed, the guests all came, the music was sublime.
We said our vows before our God with words that fairly rhymed.
But when we danced our first before the eyes of one and all,
we realized then and there, my love, 'twas time to heed the call.
We said goodbye to all our guests and headed for the door.
The band played on as most remained and tangoed on the floor.
The moment that we hit the car the game became engaged.
We barely made it to our room, our hormones on a rage.
To say the wait was worth it is an understatement, friend.
It seemed to us this blissful night would never, ever end.
The fiery storm of ecstasy kept thund'ring 'til the dawn.
To see the pleasure in her eyes confirmed her heart I'd won.
They say that love's just chemicals, pe
Is it Ever Okay to Talk to Yourself? Do you constantly get called "crazy" by your family members and/or people at school? Just for talking to yourself?Is it Ever Okay to Talk to Yourself?2 days ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Do you think it's abnormal to talk to yourself out loud as well?
Ever wondering if you're getting bonkers?
The truth is, it is natural to talk to yourself. To me it's a healthy habit. Most artists and authors tend to do those. It can help them with ideas, get to know their own creations, all that. Self-talk can also help you communicate better. How? Well, talking to yourself is like practicing with yourself, of course. Less stuttering and more straightforward talk for future conversations!
This can help you with many things. Making decisions, confirmation and reassurance, self-entertainment, reading and writing skills, etc.
One big thing is that this can help you with loneliness. Do you barel