Sneak Peek: Lillian's DiaryToday, since she was moving out to go on tour with the guys, she was cleaning out her room. Reflecting and taking short little trips down memory lane was nothing but a feeling of great nostalgia. blowing off the dust of a book she found, Lillian then gazed up and had a little flashback. Her old thoughts from 5 years ago........ what a rush! She was 13 when she first wrote in her diary, some pages were left blank.Sneak Peek: Lillian's Diary4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
What should I do? Should I take it with me and update it more on the tour? Or should I put it in storage to gather more dust?
Making the decision, she decided to pick up a pencil and started writing within the old pages of her journal.
May 17th, 2015
Well, never thought that I'd ever write in this again, so here goes.
I'm heading out, getting out of the house for good this time. I've managed to cope with my stress, and I'm starting to get happier and happier. Though I still suffer from pessimism and depression, I'll still persevere. I've gotta try and stay
By The River The river rose in the rain, and the rain was unforgiving. Reams of vapor hung low, rising as the river burst its banks, and the trees that hung over the water were gone, suffocated in a white haze. We were soaked and panicked. Joel was gone and although we never said it out loud, we knew he was dead.By The River5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I felt the water soak through my slippers and I could not see my feet. The fog rolled like some machine, surrounding us. We could not talk in the rain and we huddled together. The mud had made the earth slippery and I lost my slippers and my feet sank deeper into the fog.
“We need to go home!” Kite screamed.
At least I think that’s what he said. Lea held my hand and I held Kite’s. The river roared and gushed with an intensity we had never seen before. The water crashed against the banks in thick, white foam streaked with leaves and debris.
“We have to go now!” Kite said.
XM-FF-Amor enfermizo.– Hey bebé. – La voz de Dante era armoniosa pese a que el hombre no lo era para nada, se acercó a su pareja con lentitud y agilidad gatuna de cual el menor se había enamorado. Rodeó con sus brazos de nadador el cuerpo más pequeño, sujetando con sus grandes y bien cuidadas manos el hueso de la cadera con pesadez. Avanzó como regularmente haría en un saludo, inclinando su cuerpo un poco y llegando al rostro ajeno, pero a diferencia de lo normal que obtendría una aceptación de su compañero sólo obtuvo un rechazo directo. August corrió su rostro, no lo miró como lo haría normalmente y sus hermosos ojos azules, de los cuales el italiano siempre se enamoró, se encontraban fijos en el suelo. Las cejas pequeñas del adulto pronto se fruncieron mientras este no comprendía que sucedía, estudió con brevedad el rostro ajeno como si pudiera descifrarlo pero nunca fue fácil comprenderXM-FF-Amor enfermizo.5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
When it Screamed||Scream Series #3 When it screamed, it was a silent one. But it was only silent to us. It was with its family all huddled together. When the machine of a beast came by, they all became silent. It didn't understand why it was terrorized them, staring at them each day it passed. Every year- no, every month was like genocide, this war having raged on for decades. They've been suffering for so long, not even their larger, more massive tank of a friend to help them. Once the roaring started, it knew that the smoke would return and the beheading would start. This land, their homeland, was the gallows. At their feet would lie the heads of loved ones; these heads were to be devoured or disintegrated. And so it all started. Once the beast rummaged through them, the fangs ripping the heads off with speed unknown, the smoke returned and the screaming resumed. They couldn't move, paralyzed to their spots as fear settled in. They just huddled and hugged, eyes wide and jaws agape in screaming terroWhen it Screamed||Scream Series #31 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Corporate World In A Lightbulb JokeHow many IT guys does it take to change a lightbulb?The Corporate World In A Lightbulb Joke1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
None, that's the janitor's job.
How many janitors does it take to change a lightbulb?
None, that's a Maintenance job.
How many Maintenance guys does it take to change a lightbulb?
None, Supply didn't order any.
How many Supply guys does it take to order a lightbulb?
None, the IT guys didn't fix the system.
How many IT guys does it take to fix the system?
None, they can't fix it in the dark...
My predicted haplogroup: R-U106I went to this website: members.bex.net/jtcullen515/ha…, two days ago. Here are what my results show: Y-37 Haplogroup / Sub-Haplogroup or Y-67 Haplo-I Subclade Prediction:My predicted haplogroup: R-U1066 hours ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Haplogroups and probabilities are as follows:
R1b-Frisian =>26% R1b-S21* =>26% R1b =>7% R1b-North/South 1 =>7% R1b-S26 =>7% R1b-S28 =>7% R1b-S29-Frisian2 =>7% R1b-Frisian3 =>5% R1b-North/South 2 =>2% R1b-Leinster =>2% R1b-Ub =>1%
*This means my terminal SNP would be R-U106.
In the Hands of the Unknown Heather nodded her head in the direction of the hill in front of her; the short green grass shifting in the wind like bees around a beehive, and the high sun in the sky casting a hot and steady glow down to the ground.In the Hands of the Unknown3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“So, this is where we were going?” she asked, looking back at the girl behind her. The other girl, named Iris, with considerably darker skin, and somehow-curlier hair (which was quite a feat, considering how curly Heather’s hair was), grinned in response.
“Yup. This is the place.”
“So you’re just going to leave me hanging?” the last person in the party asked, with his blue-green eyes scanning the surroundings. “Because, honestly, I don’t know what I’m even supposed to be looking at. It’s all so... normal.”
“Normal, you say now,” Iris told him, raising a finger up for emphasis
Anyone have an Extra Diancie Code?Well, I'm not here to be greedy but... Does anyone have an extra Diancie Code for me? Because Diancie is starting to be my favorite legendary and that I missed my chance on getting the code and tonight I've been browsing everywhere on the web from Gamefaqs to Tumblr just for Diancie, and most of the codes were all used I even tried trading another Rayquaza for Diancie. anyways if you have an extra code, give me one, I appreciate it.Anyone have an Extra Diancie Code?1 hour ago in Letters More Like This
Hopefully someone will notice this blog....
PounderI run. My breath clings desperately to my lungs. There is an indecisive air in my head, like I’ve been here before. I wish only to leave the dark, dank, grey room behind. It seems to just go on and on. My bare feet slap against the hard, cold concrete that is the bane of my skin’s existence. I am breathing heavily and painfully, like a jab to my side, and a thick muscle bunches in my diaphragm and lungs. I have a slight difficulty in the pattern of my breath, but the pattern of my feet on the ground have rhythm. The doorway springs light throughout, splaying white into my eyes and on the floor. I reach it, and emerge fumbling and stumbling sightlessly into freedom’s bare arms. The light in my sensitive eyes clears, leaving me staring at a wall.Pounder5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wall separates into two hallways on either side of me. Both stretch as far as I can see, even with my observative eyes. I panic. Which hallway to take? They are identical, both with vertical black and white stripes adorning
Disappointment In HumanitySomewhat relevant. It's just more issues with humanity that I feel needs to be addressed more often to everyone. It's concerning what's been going on for a long time, but more specifically concerning murder victims: Tamir Rice, Mike Brown, and Ramarley Graham (May they all r.i.p)Disappointment In Humanity6 hours ago in Historical More Like This
I see all these posts on Tumblr about how police murder black people, how white people have it easy because they are white, and that white people are the most racist and that white people don't know what being prejudice against is like (I probably didn't word that correctly.) I would like to make a few points.( Probably not that many people will read this.) RACIST Police (not all officers in the police forces/departments are racists) murder colour people (not only blacks, but of other races as well.) and they also have been recorded to murder gays ( and others in the LGBTQA community) and trans-folk. Same goes for the militaries (not only American military either. The world is at war with each other.) Anyways,
An After Feast ConversationThe cigarette flickered with holiday stress.An After Feast Conversation54 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You know how I feel about those people." she said, tapping the sliver of white butt remaining, "They always judge us."
"They do." he admitted. The dark bouquet of bottom dwelling red wine quickly flooding his throat. He moaned as the alcohol gave him a pleasurable burn. "They do. We do. Why not just be judged and move on?" he asked.
She wasn't sure if it was the cold bite of Fall or her husband's habit for saying things that always hinged on one word before they evolved into plights, but she felt a lustful sting. It was dark, past sunset, before nightfall. Most people would call this dusk, but she was too familiar with the poetry collections in her bedroom to call it that. These were the moments between the hope for tomorrow and the resentment of yesterday. She reveled in this almost masochistic moment of ill-tempered philosophy. &
Beneath the Eternal Garden (otgw fanfic)Beneath the Eternal GardenBeneath the Eternal Garden (otgw fanfic)7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
by Kit the Wolfy
Wirt touched the heart-shaped pin that was pinned to his night-colored cloak. It was one of the only sources of light on his person. The others were his luminescent eyes and his buttons.
He had been so stupid, hadn't he?
Trading his life for Greg's.
The Beast had done as promised. He had taken Greg's spirit and placed it in the Dark Lantern, allowing his body to become nothing more than another Edelwood tree. In return, Wirt had taken the Dark Lantern and fulfilled the Woodsman's role, cutting down Edelwood trees to fuel the lantern.
And now, centuries without number had passed, and Wirt had changed. He had not become any larger or smaller, but darkness hung around him like a perpetual cloud, keeping his body hidden behind the shadows. Only his eyes, the buttons of his cloak, and the heart pin gave off any light. He had grown antlers as well, antlers just like the Beast's.
Wirt had, in a sense, become the Beast.
After the fateful night wh
Love, the highest calling."I am not afraid to die a martyr in the name of Love, nor to be murdered or of natural cause, I feel I have the power inside to take a bullet for the sake of a stranger in distress it's only a matter of time before I do, just don't tell me to kill myself, I'm not a weakling like you are, I will live no matter how miserable...are you as strong as I am? If you live for the sake of Love, even above Loyalty and Honor of Family and Friends like I am, you know your going to heaven. Those you love may not be this strong to cut ties that form Hate, even ties of a loved ones. But if you are, know you serve the highest calling...All things in this world will end one day, all but Love will fall....Love alone is forever...This is my creed...What is yours?" ---JMSLove, the highest calling.6 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
Why We Do Not Drink and CastThe house was originally some sort of warehouse south-southeast of Austin, outside the original flower child impact crater, but it was still handy to the colleges. Therefore, a good number of college students filled the place at any one time. Not all of them were there just to study in their university fields, though.Why We Do Not Drink and Cast5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Marigold and Sānti were passing around the cakes and ale after the annual Lammas not-a-foot-race (with a high that afternoon of 32.5 °C, most of them just moseyed through the park) and a lovely barbecue. The couple were not the most traditional of hippies, nor were they considered traditional teaching mages. Their circle of journeyman mages had settled in to watch the sunset from the roof deck on top of the garage.
There were only two of the Untouched living in the house this summer, and both of them had gone off to visit family during the university break. So with the wards up, the talk had been pretty open by the time they were on their third or fourth round o
Ashes to AshesThe rain was a relentless silver curtain, cutting trenches through the earth and clotting the gutters with fallen leaves. The trees had no hope of holding it at bay, branches tossing and shedding the last of their garments before the strength of its onslaught. Grass brown and matted, barely moored in mud, and lines of motley stones standing like the fingers of buried giants. That mist obscured them beyond the third row, reducing the world to a sliver of its typical size.Ashes to Ashes5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was fury broken across the city's least cheerful corners, and then, far too suddenly, it wasn't. The wind tapered like a spent sigh, and the downpour reduced itself to a dancing, irregular rhythm across the treetops. Its remnants traversed the vertical faces of those stones like teardrops, and wherever those same traces of water found their way to his skin, they hissed in immediate evaporation.
Too warm beneath the weight of the coat that concealed him, standing inch-deep in mud beneath one of those battered trees.
Mixed in a Bag: Nerves Of Steal (Arthur)Okay, so Arthur is my favorite show targeted to little kids. NOT favorite cartoon, but my favorite educational show. Okay, I don't watch it on a regular basis, but forgetting about that, there were many episodes that were hit and miss. I already made an Atrocity Template about So Funny I Forgot To Laugh, but there's one episode of mine that is NOT bad, but is really killed off easily. This is Nerves Of Steal.Mixed in a Bag: Nerves Of Steal (Arthur)2 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So after a quick opening with D.W, we get to Buster inside his room, explaining to Brain why he's not outside. It turns out that there's this new fad of toys called well, Cybertoys, as Binky plays a prank on Muffy, with it. Oh, and by the way, EVERYONE is shoving it in their faces. Okay, not literally, but from the looks of them, they are not addicting.
"My mother says I can't have one until my birthday. Besides, they're too expensive"
Um, from the looks of things, it's far away from today, so why wait another month or so, just for a robot that moves? Plus, they sell these at DRUG
HANDS UP DON'T SHOOTAs the fires roll into the skies over Ferguson, MS, and people loot, stab, rape, kill and desecrate all over the country, a question begs into our minds. Why? Why would people get so upset over something out of their control? Why would people turn straight to violence even when the President, Brown's family, ask them to keep peaceful and calm. Darren Wilson will get his I'm sure, because this incident will undoubtedly cause him to resign his police commission and force him to move because he is no longer safe in his own home.HANDS UP DON'T SHOOT4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Aren't you satisfied yet? Or is your hunger for violence, your lust for the blood of the man who only deemed it right to protect himself, so insatiable that you must tear down the American Infrastructure and destroy society for people who are only trying to live? What you're doing is not justice, you're making it something it's not.
When the headlines read "WHITE CHILD SHOT BY BLACK COP", no one bats an eyelash, but when the headlines shout out about a black teen
UncomfortableIf you were anyone but bloodUncomfortable7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I would never speak to you again.
Yes, you are entitled to your opinion
but by that same token I am entitled to never forgive you for it.
And you. You are the worst of them all.
I’ve come to expect this sort of thing from him but you.
You who taught me to always stand up against injustice.
Apparently that doesn’t apply when it’s disturbing dinner.
An Attempt to Move Forward It's been one month from my break up. I carry boxes down from the tuck up stairs into my friend's room. Her and her boyfriend are setting up a sunbed frame for me. This is a good thing for me. I won't be alone during this transition. I smile at the two and set one of three boxes down.An Attempt to Move Forward 7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
"Thank you. I really appreciate you letting me stay here."
"No problem." My friend says and waves her hand like I am being outrageous by thanking her. I wear a replacement ring on my left ring finger for the one I had given back and my friend notices but doesn't say anything though I see in her eyes that she has formed a opinion of it.
It has been one month and two weeks from my break up. I am on my computer in the living room, trying to give my friend some time alone with her boyfriend. My sim just had a baby and I smile, happily naming it something though the name means nothing. My friend walks out of the room with her boyfriend and they whisper their goodbyes into the
Staten the Hero: Four VignettesStaten the Hero: Four VignettesStaten the Hero: Four Vignettes5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
by Kit the Wolfy
Staten didn't wear a cape.
There was no need to.
After all, he had wings, and big ones at that.
They flared themselves out now, as he posed beneath the moon in front of a cowering criminal.
The man had been little more than a bank robber, a juvenile delinquent if anything. Staten would put a stop to his actions before he could get any worse.
"W-who are you?" the criminal whimpered. Staten had been a terrifying force of nature, in his eyes. With wings that could propel him through the air like a jet liner, the strength of a hundred men, skin like stone, and the most fearsome glare this side of the Pyrenees, Staten was the cream of the crop when it came to gargoyles. It was a good thing he fought for the side of good rather than evil.
"I am Staten the Gargoyle!" the heroic gargoyle thundered. "Lord of the Night and Punisher of the Wicked! Repent for your crimes, evildoer!"
The thief broke into terrified sobbing and curl
FNAF Parody: Five Nights at CF/SS Prod. (Pro.)It was night time, five ‘til midnight, exactly, at the special arcade place my crew of CF/SS Productions had built to help further promote ourselves. We had animatronics of our main series characters, all who were basically the poster boys/girls of the creative group: Leena, the lovable and idiotic wolf-hybrid; Sparky, the little brown wolf whose big heart and strong loyalty made him a highly likeable character; Kippy, the little orange fox whom trouble knew how to find; The CF, the group of girls based on us, their real-life counterpart members of CF/SS Productions, of Wolf-chan, Shelby, Morgan, Dakota, and Tammy; and lastly, Oteshi, the group known best as the most terrifying faces of the production group, of Ookami, Sherubi, Cupcake, Rainbow, and Yami. Unfortunately, the last five had been put under permanent maintenance on a stage that was no longer used, due to a rather...Unfortunate series of events that had followed their existence over time.FNAF Parody: Five Nights at CF/SS Prod. (Pro.)6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I’m that blue hybrid,