tire-tracks.We sit in your car in the dark, it feels like the universe ends at the edges of the headlights.tire-tracks.2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
(Before you had a car, the world seemed much bigger).
Some conversations are built for cars, the happiest moments, the saddest; I have been told so many secrets between gear changes that 40mph has become a state of mind.
(Before I sat in the front seat of my mum’s car, there were no hard conversations).
You sit with your head rolled back against the seat, seatbelt still on, we are parked by an old deer park but we are hurtling through our words as if we were sentient crash dummies aware of imminent impact.
(Before my dad, I didn’t know the difference between a spark plug and an axle; now I don’t the difference between logic and love).
You tell me about your sister’s suicide attempts, I tell you about mine, we don’t look anywhere but out the front windscreen. The headlights dissect the known world, we are in one lane seeing two different things, we are in one lan
Death Battle: Mewtwo vs. Shadow Pt. 2Death Battle: Mewtwo vs. Shadow Pt. 22 days ago in Short Stories
Ray: We apologize for the wait. And now, The Battle to determine the Ultimate Life Form can continue.
Steel: (scarfs down popcorn) Bring it on! Part Two, here we come!
Super Shadow hovered in the air, savoring the sight of the crumbled skyscraper that had likely taken Mewtwo down with it. "Strongest Pokemon in the World"? What a joke. The creature had paid for its arrogance with its life.
With his status intact, Shadow had just thought of turning to fly away when his ears picked up a faint, but audible crackle of energy. He watched as crimson arcs of electricity began to shoot forth from crumbled building, growing brighter, more vibrant, and louder as more and more time went on. Finally, the energy stopped and, for a brief moment, Shadow almost believed that nothing happened.
Then the energy exploded outward when a colossal pillar of violet energy erupted from the ground beneath the heavy debris like a volcano.
7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator3 days ago in Reviews & Guides
7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator
Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0
Chapter 5 “Characters” – Section 5 “Narrators”
“Now if there's one thing you can be sure of, it's that nothing is more powerful than a young boy's wish. Except an Apache helicopter. An Apache helicopter has machine guns AND missiles. It is an unbelievably impressive complement of weaponry, an absolute death machine.”
-The Narrator of the 2012 film, “Ted”
When writing a novel, a short story, or even a poem, readers
FRIENDS ONLY REQUESTS! Rules:FRIENDS ONLY REQUESTS! 1 day ago in Letters
1. Please do not rush me on requests please. I may be busy with Work, hanging out with friends, and other request im working.
2. I wont draw anything disgusting or beyond anything againest DA rules (weird fetishes, hate art, etc etc) Please make sure its nothing bad.
3. Please dont whine or complain telling i drew something wrong cause i wont redo it.
4. Please be specfic of what you want for your request! Give me a ref or anything particular you want.
5. I will draw some NSFW things... But im picky about it. So please dont go over the top.
6. Fanart are allowed of course!
7. OC x Canon are allowed too
8. You can only request one or two times.. But that's it. Please dont beg or spam for more.
9. Have Fun!
A Day In The Life Of A Fat Soccer MomTrish Cunningham was slumbering peacefully in her bed. Dreaming happily next to her husband Paul, Trish was awoken by the screams of her two year old daughter Aurora waking up. While some moms at this time worked out or went to the gym, she was not one of those mothers, weighing in at substantial 280 pounds. Trish rubbed her eyes and looked at the time. It was 8:00 am on a beautiful Sunday morning. Most mothers used Sunday as a day to relax, unwind, prepare for the long week of work ahead. But for Trish, Sunday was the most stress inducing day of the year. Not because football was on, she despised the NFL. It was because Sunday was soccer day.A Day In The Life Of A Fat Soccer Mom16 hours ago in Short Stories
Trish was the fat, spoiled wife of Paul and overweight mother of three beautiful girls. They lived a big three story house in the suburbs. 12 year old daughter Megan, was the best player on her travel soccer team, the Tornadoes. She had brunette hair and was thin, unlike her mother she kept a very healthy diet. 8 year old daughter Kendall, was in
300 film review, by LordPendragonOfCaria300 film review, by LordPendragonOfCaria2 days ago in Reviews & Guides
In 2007, Zach Snyder and Frank Miller released 300, an epic, stylized take on the Battle of Thermopylae, based off Miller’s graphic novel of the same name. I re-watched this film last night, and I am now here to offer my personal review of it.
All of Greece is under threat, as the massive Persian Empire, led by Xerxes the God-King approaches with intent to conquer it. However, within Greece lies the city of Sparta, whose men are renowned as the greatest fighters the world has ever known. The king of Sparta, Leonidas, refuses to submit to the invading Persian forces and instead desires to confront them in battle. In hopes of stopping the Persian invaders, King Leonidas plans to face them at a narrow mountain pass called the Hot Gates (Thermopylae), where the seemingly endless numbers of Persian forces will amount to nothing in such a narrow space. However, old religious traditions and political corruption prevent Leonidas from taking the entire Spartan army.
Good Morning - Mikaela Hyakuya x ReaderGood Morning - Mikaela Hyakuya x Reader3 days ago in Short Stories
When morning rolled on around blue eyes slowly opened, yawning awake the blonde smiled when he saw his girl sleeping beside him, her (H/C) was a bit messy from her slumber and her (E/C) eyes were closed as she was in deep sleep.
As he propped himself on his elbow and smiled down at the girl, his fingers ran through her long hair and also moved some of it away from her face, he liked waking up in the morning just to see her at his side. Chuckling he knew that she'd have to wake up soon at some point.
So with the usual way he always had done he leaned down towards her and kissed her face with light pecks, on her cheek, nose, forehead, chin, eye lids and then finally her lips.
"Time to wake up (Y/N) dear." He whispered in her ear.
Pulling away he noticed her shift slightly as her eyes slowly open, smiling at him she slowly reached out cupping his cheek in her hand.
"Good morning Mika." She whispered still a bit tired.
"Good morning love." He replied.
Everyday that was how Mika woke you up
Theory of FMG - What IS FMG?What IS FMG?Theory of FMG - What IS FMG?12 hours ago in Editorial
Part 1 of FMG Theory by MagnusMagneto
By MagnusMagneto ( http://www.magnusmagneto.com )
[Hey everyone, this is the first installment of the editorial series that has been teased in many polls. Despite other categories doing much better in the polling for the first entry, I realize that this really is the best jumping in point.
It’s going to be a short piece, and will say some things that most of you will say “well, duh!” but I think it stands to be reiterated, and could potentially open up some avenues for discussion.]
In simplest terms, FMG is an acronym for Female Muscle Growth. It typically pertains to stories, art, and occasionally other media in which a female grows muscles. FMG, for many, is a fetish; that is to say, the common reader thoroughly and deeply enjoys the concept of a woman becoming more powerful. For others, it may be a novelty, something interesting/funny to read, or a personal power fantasy (a woman may imagine
II The Spirit World Dreamscape is the dimension where dreamers travel to when they sleep. The spiritual world is the home various spiritual beings; ghosts, angels, nature spirits and demons. Despite the difference between the two dimensions, Dreamscape can be affected by those of the spirit world. Both worlds are, in essence, connected. there are times when dreamers link with those of the spirit world; from receiving a visit by a loved one or an adventure with a wood nymph. Either way, only spirited dreamers can properly connect with the spirit world on their own.II The Spirit World3 days ago in Philosophical
When linking with spiritual beings, it is important for dreamers to know what type of being they are connecting with. There can be a lower cause of alarm when dreamers connect with the dead. Usually, the deceased can visit their loved ones through dreams. A dreamer mourning for their grandfather's death may see him in a dream. As deceased spirits travel through dreams, they are showing their concern for the living. Som
Dear Past me...Dear 5 year old me.Dear Past me...3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Those books are important one day, keep hold of them. Love the fact you’re learning to read and enjoying it. It’s a love you’ll be glad you have. Care for your toys, just as mum says maybe one day Aunty and Uncle will have a kid of their own and you’ll have to share your things with them. You’ll be waiting a while, but that day comes.
Dear 6 year old me.
It’s okay to wear a summer dress in winter. You don’t feel the cold like the others and honestly nothing has ever suited that atrocious bob cut better. Not to mention, you’ll stand out in that year two school photo so no one will forget you were there.
Dear 7 year old me.
Look after your little bro. He’s the only one you got and just because he can be a little irritating doesn’t mean you can’t love him with all your heart. There are going to be people in this world who won’t see him like you do, who won’t understand
Marshfolk wonderland It was early in the morning in the marsh, a heavy mist covered the area as the sun slowly caused it to evaporate. This is where three marshfolk girls were getting ready to start the day. There was Nanako with her long blue hair and glasses kneeling besides the water scooping handfuls of water and spreading it all over her curvy green and black body. Next there was Esmeralda leaned back against a tall tree still not willing to admit it was morning as she ate her breakfast with her eyes partially closed. Lastly there was Isabella sitting on a stump contemplating her activities for the day, little did they know they were being watched.Marshfolk wonderland2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A woman with a high powered dart gun, binoculars and a slouch hat was watching them from a far. She moved to her rifle, a specially designed dart gun for shooting extra long distances. She opened up a pouch on her belt and looked at her selection of darts. "Hmmm, that will do nicely" she said to herself as she loaded the dart. She s
Max ReviewMax Review2 days ago in Reviews & Guides
Since World War 1, dogs have served in the American Military. Whether they are sniffing out bombs or sinking their teeth, these four legged heroes continue to protect and serve us to this very day.
Max is a very heartwarming and touching move. The story is heartbreaking at most parts but is outstanding, it kept me at the edge of my seat.
The dog, as well as his stunts, who played Max was amazingly trained.
This movie hits me close to home because my father was in the Air Force. He got deployed multiple times in my life and it was scary because I feared for his safety everyday. I can relate to the kid's family at the beginning of the movie.
Support out troops; human and canine
Top 10 Home Mods for Skyrim Here is a link to the video: https://youtu.be/he6ceBR9BygTop 10 Home Mods for Skyrim 2 days ago in Reviews & Guides
Selene visits Azure BayRebecca was in a spot of trouble, dodging bullets from a female sniper perched on a roof down the street, her own rifle could easily match her oponent, but her skill was far below her opponent's, Rebecca was in trouble and unless... wait, did a blue girly creature really just, appear in her lap? it seemed alseep, should she wake it up? another bullet took away half a brick from the wall she hid behind and Rebecca looked up for a second, and noticed a soft flash of light, the creature was gone, what.that.heck?Selene visits Azure Bay2 days ago in Short Stories
Rebecca sighs, gets up and walks to the camera, tapping it with her finger "Hey AT! i can handle kidnappers, robbers and muggers, crazy artists and some godly female sniper, but can you please keep the supernatural out of Azure Bay?!"
The Greedy TPPCongress recently grilled big pharmaceutical company execs yet went ahead and snuck the TPP through that will give big pharma even more of a strangle hold on prescription drugs prices. The guy they vilified, who jacked up the cost of a drug, tweeted how members of Congress are imbeciles and at this point I am starting to agree with him.The Greedy TPP3 days ago in Articles & Interviews
It is fascinating how there has been no media coverage about the TPP almost from day one other than when Hillary Clinton said she did not support it.
The TPP is mired in secret negotiations involving big corporations leaving out a voice for consumers and small businesses. Even worse is how there have been reports of
Prelude: Permian ExtinctionPrelude: Permian Extinction1 day ago in Short Stories
Tempest: Reptiles or Amphibians? Which is superior?
Hydro Frez: Reptiles, obviously. C'mon, you're comparing lizards and crocs to frogs and newts.
Tempest: Well, regardless, mutation has caused these two former humans to resemble their animal names. Now who will stand superior?
Hydro Frez: Killer Croc, the beast of the Gotham City sewers!
Tempest: And Toad, the slimy member of the Brotherhood of Mutants! Now in case you're wondering why there's no commentary for this particular battle, it's because SOMEBODY threw it out with last night's dinner.
Hydro Frez: Yeah... sorry about that. Well, Toad is still ungodly sexy husbando number 1 anyways, so whatever.
Tempest: Rest assured, this will be a one time thing.
I'm Tempest and he's Hydro Frez and it's our job to analyze their weapons, armour and skills to find out who would win, a Death Battle!
Profile in Change - Kiara TanakaProfile in Change - Kiara Tanaka 3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Kiara had a voice in her head that wanted her to destroy everything. Or at the very least cause some serious pandemonium with substantial amount of property damage. Some people getting hurt from all that was only to be expected.
That voice was just terrible really.
But Kiara had to deal with it. And sadly enough of some times she found herself listening to the voice too. Not always giving in to temptation, but even listening was a pretty dangerous thing too since it was really good at coaxing her.
This was because the voice was an echo of a demon lord, Black Fox.
The Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 01THE NIGHT MY SISTER HAD BAD GASThe Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 012 days ago in Short Stories
Samantha Fernley’s brother back here once again for another riveting tale about my sister and her ever-increasing farting. You see, my sister has grown up a bit since I last talked about her, through some sort of competition in which she was taking part in she’s grown nearly nine inches since that gassy outburst last Easter. That’s right, NINE INCHES, back on Easter she stood at a height of 5’8, an inch shorter than me, now she’s 6’6 in height, so tall that the top of my head reaches her nose which give me a rather awkward view of her breasts from my eye level. If anyone would have told me a few years ago that my sister, still a complete geek in most senses of the word, would be much taller than her athletic brother I think they would have been viewed as crazy, but her weekend adventure at that farting competition, that’s what she called it, changed all of that. She was tall and still pretty skinn
Whatever happened to...Whatever happened to the AOL Keyword? It turned out to be just another internet buzzword with a short shelf life. Today's Keyword is misunderstanding, because as I get older and find it harder to keep up with everything and everyone, I also feel that misunderstandings happen more frequently, at least in my circle of friends and acquaintances.Whatever happened to...3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Communication seems like a simple concept, but we humans can really complicate it if we want to - or without intending to. John Doe wants me to be sure to remember (this) about him, but his wife Jane wants me to never utter that word to her because it's a trigger word. Okay, I'll try to remember, because friend Claire loves that word and wants all of her friends to never forget to say it to her before ending every conversation.
We're becoming wired to watch what we say or write - or not say or write - so as to not offend. But we might then get in trouble for not communicating something else because we went overboard in
can't go back to sleepJolted awake.can't go back to sleep17 hours ago in Short Stories
The Sandman smiles. "Ssssshhhhhhhh."
Final de Ferias!!Bom... Depois que eu sai de casa e fui até o local aonde iriamos sair para Itapema-Sc eu estava tranquilha... E quando cheguei la encontrei minha amiga Julia (eu e ela somos as unicas meninas adolescente de menor de 14 anos de idade da associação, quero deixar bem claro isso...) agente converso e tals, depois mudamos os nossos lugares do final do onibus para a frente dele (2° banco a esquerda [7° Acento]). Depoid disso, de toda a algazara de começo agente entro no onibus (todos) e uma pessoa leu uma mensagem, e, por algum motivo eu ja tinha lido essa mensangem 1 dia antes... Mas tudo certo... Dai agente rezou um Pai Nosso e fomos... No começo tava tudo bem, eu estava escutando musica e a Julia e o Kaue (meu outro amigo) estavam dividindo o fone de ouvido bem no meio do corredorzinho do onibus... Dai la no final do onibus tava uma algazarra e tanta, e aki na frente tudo calmo... Depois eu tava afim de dormir... Mas nao foi oq eu fiz, depois de mais ouFinal de Ferias!!1 day ago in Historical
Lunch Date pt.3Annie shifted uncomfortably on the loveseat. She had been holding in her gas all evening, avoiding confronting Mike as they snuggled up watching TV. Her plump stomach was beginning to seize up with cramps, and she decided that she’d have to finally bite the bullet.Lunch Date pt.31 day ago in Introductions & Chapters
“So, honey..” she began, avoiding his gaze “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Anything, honey. What’s up?” Mike asked, concerned.
“You know.. about that thing.. don’t you?” her stomach felt as if it were tied up in knots.
“The thing with the hot dogs-?”
“No, not that” Annie shook her head “The, uh.. I mean, my gas..” she felt her cheeks flush red.
Mike chuckled “I’ve always known you had a sensitive belly, honey” he said “It’s fine. I know it sucks, but it happens to a lot of people. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“That’s the thing, though” she fi