peircing: harma graceful woodhouseite neck with the likening of a cygnus olor's, concealed by the fresh musgravite contusions <in the shape of his monstrous hands>, as lorenzenite hair slowly falls upon the angular clavicle. carefully dabbing erionite antiseptic ointment inside the piemontite slit of trembling ancylite lips; her sweet soft-spoken voice in a quaver as a rapid flood of crystal clear tears begin to shed <again>. 'breathe; just breathe' i calmly say. gradually explaining <to me> what happened through indefatigable snivels, as the sound of <his> ear-splitting footfalls become definite with every step. they leave & this is the last i <will ever> see of her.peircing: harm1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Project LambPhonologyProject Lamb1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters
/p t k/ [p t k]
/b d g/ [b d g]
/t͡s t͡ʃ/ [c č]
/d͡z d͡ʒ/ [dz dž]
/ɸ θ s ʃ x ħ/ [f th s š ḫ h]
/β ð z ʒ ɣ ʕ/ [v dh z ž x r]
/m n/ [m n]
/j w/ [j w]
/i ɨ u/ [i y u]
/e o/ [e o]
/iː ɨː uː/ [ii yy uu]
/eː oː/ [ee oo]
R = /ħ ʕ l j w/
Stress accent on first syllable.
1. Nominative - gyyn 'woman' gyynt 'women'
2. Genitive -an/-n gyynan 'of woman' gyyntan 'of women'
3. Instrumental -eč/-č gyyneč 'with woman' gyynteč 'with women'
4. Vialis -ak/-k gyynak 'through woman' gyyntak 'through women'
5. Ablative -oth/-th gyynoth 'from woman' gyyntoth 'from women'
6. Allative -od/-d gyynod 'to woman' gyyntod 'to women'
7. Locative -la gyynla 'in woman' gyyntla 'in women'
8. Benefactive -ke g
Yandere [ Mayuzumi x Reader ] My favouriteYandere [ Mayuzumi x Reader ] My favourite2 days ago in Short Stories
TW; violent/angsty/abusive situations as is common in the yandere trope
Honestly, the only reason Mayuzumi hadn't completely ignored you was because you happened to resemble a certain light novel character. He'd tried to shoo you away from his trademark spot on the rooftop of Rakuzan's north building, until he realised the many traits you shared with his favourite character. Of course, he wouldn't tell you that - that would make him sound like some kind of weirdo.
"Why did you want to befriend me, anyway?" he asked you with a scoff one day.
"Hmm, weeeeell, to be honest - I saw you reading that light novel," you pointed at the book that lay next to him, "I thought I was the only one who liked it!" you admitted nervously. You were a bit hesitant to tell him, as you'd thought it wasn't the best of reasons to approach a then stranger.
Mayuzumi seemed to think otherwise, though, as his features temporarily softened. It was only for a split second, but you still noticed. You couldn'
KAVC-M Stories: Who am I? Pt 6: A new beginning P1KAVC POVKAVC-M Stories: Who am I? Pt 6: A new beginning P121 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
3 days have been passed, she was still sleeping, but, at the same time, she was suffering, I haven´t slept since this day, but, I was too tired, so, I went to sleep in a couch near the room.
~Dream of KAVC~
-Where, where am I?, I was in a destroyed city, with a lot of dead people, this was so sad, bad, and gross. When I started walking, I see a red figure near a building, so, I walked near of the red figure, and I see something terrible, it was KVCA!!, but how?, but, she attacked me, while she was saying: "Who am I???!!!, and, I woke up.
I woke up suddenly, when I was to see KVCA in her room, she was in the window, seeing outside, but how?, but, she woke in a little time, or I was sleeping too much? No. I just slept 3 hours. She gets up while I was sleeping. That explain why was covered with her coat with a little blood.
I walked to her, but, when I was near, she I was near, she turned back and crying, she hugged me and saying: "Why I am the toy of everyone?, Why
Sapling Tines and Pretty LinesAutumn, Year 762 of the New AgeSapling Tines and Pretty Lines2 days ago in Short Stories
Glenmore, the Glenwood
Featuring: Lord Faulkner
Swinging his head into the air, Faulkner caught sight of his target and aimed his rack. Curling black tines pointed at the small sapling, glinting wickedly in the chill autumn air. Rearing, the grullo kicked himself into a bounding run before a loud “wham” echoed in the Glenwood.
The dark stag frowned. The young tree, though no rounder than his foreleg, was surprisingly spry. Meaning, it was flexible enough to take the brunt of his charge before it snapped itself- and him- back.
Faulkner stood and trotted to the tree face before he began sharpening his horns. He dug the tips of his tines into the soft flesh of the bark, and watched curly shavings fall at his hooves. They were as creamy and curly as his mother’s hair. The thought made him smirk.
He was slowly getting into the habit of sharpening his rack. He’d only had his ra
Submit ChryoI only wanted to feel free. But I never wanted your life to end for me.Submit Chryo14 hours ago in Short Stories
Freedom goes as far as one will take it. But you took a chair beside me. One turned to two, and that is a death sentence.
I just held you by for the sake of your feelings, and watched as you passed me by.
I never cared for pain myself, but it is the only way I can ever get my way. You just took the bullet when I was the target.
Just stay sane. Your pain was my pain. Now the role has reversed.
I am for blame, and I accept that. But it is never anyone else's fight.
As I sit here in these padded walls, with a wound in my chest, I only wish I could control you.
Now you are gone. My other half. My smile. My breath. Me.
JoapuinHumans are strange things. They have petty priorities, crawling around in their domestic lifestyles. What I find more strange is how they react in disaster. Giant concrete cages house these strange creatures; they feel secure in their monuments to their own power. I remember a sister of mine visited them in their great city of stone on the water. She freed them of their dark magic for a short while and all of them cried with anguish, begging for foreigners to help them. They were saved by their allies in their nation and went about boasting that they conquered my weak sister. I find it silly, one minute they are crying on the floor, the next, calling themselves mighty conquerors, boasting that they defeated the “hardships” my sister brought upon them. What this particular group of humans in the stone city on the water did next was most intriguing.Joapuin2 days ago in Short Stories
However, I must first tell you of more humans, just as queer to the city humans as the city h
A Paladin's LamentThe shattering of his weapon was ironically that of his mentality. Knees collapse to the ground while hands reach for the fragments of his blade. He isn't worried about the sharpness of the shards upon scooping them up. His eyes tremble releasing thin trickles of tears. How could he let this happen...? This was all he has left of his family. His lineage. Because... because...A Paladin's Lament9 hours ago in Short Stories
The tears grow in volume as the realization hits him. Or did he actually know all along, but denied it this entire time? Either way the conclusion brought a tightening pain to his chest. The heirloom is the only thing left of his family's lineage since he is a failure. A disgrace. He had been tarnishing his family's name since their passing.
His life has been in ruins ever since that tragedy ripped his parents from it. He practically spent the entirety of it trying to mold the world into the ultimate righteousness. It was all nothing but a fevered dream. An escape from the agony that nagged him in the back of his
War heroesWar heroes18 hours ago in Short Stories
The wars were long and hard. Many of us never returned… We all went through hell and back to just to stand and fight for what we believed was right. When we were pinned down by our enemy, a moment of silence came across our faces only to look at each other and yell “together we rise!” We were surrounded ten to one. No matter we muttered. My comrade who I’ve fought alongside since the beginning yelled “They can’t stop us all lads! And if they do we will see each other again in paradise for we are family! And family sticks together…” We ran into battle with fire in our hearts. They eventually captured what was left of us… My name was Sergeant Parker… “Sigh” I guess my new name is prisoner. I can hear my comrades screaming as they are tortured and beaten to death… There is no hope for us now… All I want is to see my beautiful wife and daughter again, just one last time. “The ligh
Hard PalateЗаголовок: ПіднебінняHard Palate2 days ago in Short Stories
Невеличке селище жило тихим, мирним життям. Селяни були працьовиті, не жалілись на те, що грунти не дуже й родюсв. Вони абсолютно не цурались прац
UntitledFear not the unknown.Untitled2 days ago in Short Stories
Fear the darkness.
Fear not the stranger.
Fear the fear.
A tempest of temptation that wafts across the warmest of flesh.
The lips of lust that spread to the easiest sigh.
A dark gift boiled from old blood.
Gentle pins piercing skin and pulling hairs.
A drop of blood that runs across a smooth bosom.
The wandering mind sees all.
Then and NowYuki saw his family slaughtered before him- he now hunts for the ones that ordered it to happenThen and Now20 hours ago in Short Stories
Luke saw his parents die before him and was kicked into the street by his uncle- he now lives happily with his boyfriend away from the pain
Kida was separated from everyone he knew and was forced into slavery, he heard that his mother committed suicide and his sister disappeared- he's now a free man working as a waiter and trying to get by in a normal life
Faith was accused of being a witch in her town, he father sacrificed him for her then she became a vampire- she is now in a love triangle with drake and his brother
Tauri had amnesia and could only remember being locked in a basement until she escaped- she now knows that she is Yuki's blood related cousin and she's living the exciting life of a 20 year old
Emily was the last of her family blood line and she fell in love with one of Yuki's personalities but they broke up- she is now on a dating website and trying to find someone to spend he
Isn't it Absurd - The shepherdA shepherd lost some sheep in the mountain. So, he left the rest of the sheep in an open place, took his dog, and went to look for the lost ones. He eventually found all of them and returned back very happy, only to find the rest of the sheep killed by wolves."Isn't it Absurd - The shepherd3 days ago in Short Stories
"Isn't it absurd?", the Master asked
"But if that is not enough, what would you say if the shepherd noticed them, only to completely disregard, and not even shed one tear for them?"
Creation SongThe creator was bored. And so it made worlds. They spun out of nonexistence to hang coldly, lit by frozen, distant stars. For a long time Creator was amused, twisting and spiraling amongst them, sending them to smash into one another and then finally pushing them into the icy furnaces to be disposed. Linking the worlds with dark portals, Creator found new entertainments, crawling along foreign surfaces and tasting their sweet, pointless destructions. Suns were harnessed, their shrieks falling into space, unheard or uncared for.Creation Song1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The creator was bored. It found smaller and smaller amusement from the toys it had created. Craving something new, it spat tongues of current down upon the tortured planets. Slowly life grew, overcoming terrible obstacles that could have ended it for good. Great monsters rose, growing so huge they took up entire continents and bellowed at one another as they drifted farther apart. The creator was please
coffee break journals 18coffee break journals 1820 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
there is something grotesquely optimistic about falling asleep
Culpa II: Albus spendlor.Casi una hora más tarde Stern se encuentra, en relación a la espesura del bosque, casi en el mismo lugar del que había partido, pero por lo menos tras haber caminado tanto está segura de que es casi imposible encontrarse a alguien.Culpa II: Albus spendlor.14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Es entonces cuando se sienta en un tronco caído que se encuentra no muy lejos, para enjugar con rabia los rastros ahora secos de las lágrimas que había derramado al salir del pueblo, aun cuando ya lo ha hecho repetidamente, dejando la piel de su propio rostro irritada.
El bosque se encuentra en completo silencio y es seguro creer que en realidad nada le pasaría si se quedaba en ése sitio por un rato más, después de todo le tomaría aún varias horas salir de ésta parte infestada de plantas y un poco más para llegar a Leidenschaft.
Probablemente, piensa, ni siquiera había un riesgo real exceptuando el de perderse en la espesura del follaje, quizá la bruja les había m
Tic Tac ChryoOne into ten.Tic Tac Chryo14 hours ago in Short Stories
A shot into a bottle.
A dose over.
A pint larger.
A juice stronger.
A crystal into a diamond.
Your body is a testing facility at this point.
One after another, you get poked, prodded, and pilled.
But worst of all.
You love it.
Enjoy your life.
Greed is your play mate, and you can never win now.
papio hamadryas: skininhaling the coarse bristles of your generous tapiolite balbo beard; pricking my silken heulandite cheeks like crewel needles <of adultery>. immersed in the <deceiving> bare embrace as your lofty marialite frame gently glides over the delicate & diminutive body <that is mine>, with the desire to please the broken girl lying <underneath you> on vintage floral ulexite linens. hypnotizing carletonite eyes fill my heart with unfulfilling proposals of union; the scorzalite night fades as you hastily vanish with it, returning to her; returning to the ones you call your 'family'. i awaken with feelings of abandonment & mortification, once again left alone to reassure myself that you still 'love' me.papio hamadryas: skin2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes