A Pocket Full of SkyWhen I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.A Pocket Full of Sky4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads you, you must always do for me one small, beautiful thing take a handful of the sky, and place it in your pocket. Take a handful of the sky, and remember, always, that your feet need not always be imprisoned to the ground. Anything you could ever wish for, Lucie, can be yours but only if you study hard, and always feel the freedom of t
The World's Greatest ActorThe World’s Greatest Actor, now a father, prepared lunch for his three children. Humming to himself happily, he slathered pieces of bread with peanut butter and jelly. He put them each into individual plastic containers, then the containers into brightly coloured cloth bags along with plums and juice boxes. He wanted to make sure they ate healthy but enjoyed what they ate. He was rewarded with their smiles when his three children came running in. An elder girl in grade two, followed by a twin boy and girl who were in kindergarten, greeted him. He said good morning and picked them all up in a bear hug, kissing them each on the forehead. They laughed and ran to eat their breakfasts, cereal which he had poured for them. When they were done, he followed them up the stairs to make sure each one of them brushed their teeth, washed their hands, and picked up their school bags. He watched them shove their carefully packed lunches into their bags and run out the front door. He stood withThe World's Greatest Actor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Morgan (Redone) Part 1(XWG, SSBBW, overeating)Morgan (Redone) Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(This story is based on a work over at the Dimensions forums that was not only abandoned, but which had serious flaws to begin with. I know it's often arrogant to say "I could write better than this," but this is a case where I felt it was plainly obvious. So, I've redone the story in my own vision. I also have an idea for Part 2 where things really get out of control, which I'll probably post only here because the Dimensions forums don't usually get that kind of stuff. Hopefully it won't take long before I write and post Part 2, but feel free to bug me if a month goes by and there's nothing.)
“What, there won’t even be any cake?” Morgan asked incredulously.
“No. Especially not a cake,” her mother answered calmly, folding laundry “You’re turning 18 tomorrow, so I can’t control what you eat, but I won’t let you stuff yourself. If having a cake is that important, you can buy your own.”
“But I d
Thief!Denmark x Police!Reader - Unexpected TruthThief!Denmark x Police!Reader - Unexpected Truth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mathias Køhler. Supposedly in his twenties and known for his work as a thief. He is marked as a wanted man and my first target as a new policeman. I had joined the force a while back and had just finished my training. I was then moved to as a new recruit and had come face-to-face with my first job. Scanning the thief's profile one more time with a quick glare, I turned it back over to my boss.
"So why me, sir?" I asked a bit bluntly as I twiddled my fingers nervously behind my back. Hey, it was my first time doing this, I should be nervous.
"Well seeing on how you're one of our new recruits, I had given you this mission since it would be not as challenging to handle. As you saw in his files, the man has done hardly any harm to the public and has only been pick pocketing behind their backs. A simple job for a rookie like you to catch him red-handed." My boss had explained as he was cleaning his glasses.
"How will I be able to approach him without him slipping away? I'm sure
The Silo Complex"You won't believe what I just saw in the field."The Silo Complex4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sighed at Eloise in the doorway. "Another dead raccoon? How big was it this time? You know it's just maggots, right?"
"No, that wasn't it. I saw a man."
"Was it John?"
"It was a man, but it wasn't really a man. Almost a man."
"Almost a man?" She had recently taken to wandering in the fields under gray skies, thinking that she'd find her answers among the abandoned farm equipment and rows of dried corn husks. She never did. Just raccoons. I never heard anything about men who were almost men. "How can someone be almost a man?"
"Never mind. You don't believe me."
"Just tell me what he looked like."
"He looked like smoke."
I didn't realize what she meant until the next day when a woman who was almost a woman appeared outside the back door, peering through the window. She was in the form of a woma
Revenge [Sollux Captor]Revenge [Sollux Captor]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was there again, that horrible feeling of guilt that haunted me. Yes it was wrong what was happening, but it felt so good. He stared at me, his blue and red eye with a sad look in them. His eyes always enchanted me, they were beautiful. My [h/c] was being stroked by him, I could feel it, his warm touch on my head reminded me off the fact that I was still alive. It calmed me down to feel his hands going through my hair like that, yet it couldn't stop what was happening right now, it all went to fast, he could just watch as I slipped away, and left him forever. The thing was, that my health and body where always weak, and I was doomed to die anyway, but the fact that the end pulled me away from my love wasn't going to stop me from saving him, it was my own choice. I had loved his lisps and didn't want to lose him not my Sollux, not after he confessed that he loved me, and asked me to be his matesprit. He stared into my [e/c] eyes and I saw tears in his
Mythbusters - Kari's Growth SerumMythBusters: Growth SerumMythbusters - Kari's Growth Serum3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Katrina Zwicker
Brwaaap! Brwaaap! Brwaaap! Brwaaap! Brwaaap! Her alarm went off. With a mutter Kari rolled over and smacked it into silence. The first bleary thought that went through her mind was "Time to kick some ass!"
Staggering out of bed she stopped halfway to the bathroom, suddenly remembering what today was! They were starting filming for the growth serum episode! A shudder of pleasure and anticipation wrecked her body and she was instantly awake and ready for the day. She'd been looking forward to this for weeks now.
The Feminox Vitamins had been out for a while now and the results some women were enjoying were nothing short of amazing! Problem was that only a fraction of the world's women were affected by the vitamins in the way they were supposed to be affected. It turned out that only 1 in 100 million women enjoyed exploding with unheard of levels of muscular
InnocenceIt was a time of love, a time of hate, the era of justice and immorality, the season of both insanity and clarity of mind. Sound familiar, don't it? Me wife used to love Dickens. Read him to me all the time, she did. That Jane what's-her-face woman, too: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a criminal who committed a crime is in want of a good hanging. Ring a bell?Innocence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, I like me literary allusions. I do, you know. Remind me of sweet Elaine. She was a messy death, but worth it. Oh boy, was she worth it. Crying and begging right up to the end. She had it coming to her, bet your arse she did, mate.
Why am I here anyway? I've already confessed. I'm a doomed son of a gun. Don't I get any last whatchamacallits? Can't I have a coldie, before I go up there and have me neck snapped back? Any beer will do I drink 'em all, so long as it's not that light crap.
Answer me, goddammit! What the bloody hell am I doing here? Kill me already. Inject me with the needle or string me up like
Force FeedingIt was early morning. The last tray of food was placed on the table. Amy's ruby lips formed a small arch of excitement. After all of the money, time and effort she had managed to construct a banquet large enough. Before her were three tables, piled high with assorted goodies. Cakes, biscuits, pastries, sweets. Enough confectionary to kill, she thought, but she had no intention of dying. This thin woman wanted to eat, and the urge was so powerful that she had to leave the room simply to avoid surging into one of the gorge mountains. Now in the kitchen, she returned to the open book on the side counter. It was a telephone directory, open at a section entitled "Plumbing Services." She took out her phone and dialled.Force Feeding4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mark's whistle was shrill and tuneless. He was not whistling because he had a catchy tune stapled to his mind. He was not whistling because he enjoyed it. He was whistling because the street was gravely silent, and silence scared him. There was but one house, and it was choked
Mandy TG"Mandy, you can't go out you have to go to the prom!" I scream.Mandy TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Whatever, nobody cares about grade seven prom." She retorts. Then she slams the door and walks out
I fume for a bit before I stomp up to my room.
Then, I hear her stupid ringtone go off. If i listen to it for more than thirty seconds my head explodes, so I darted forward into her room and looked at the caller ID, wondering if I could just hang up.
It was her boyfreind, Max. I put on a falsetto voie and awnser.
"Hey pumpkin." I say.
"Hey cutie."He replies. "You ready to go out tonight for the prom?" He asks. I think fast, Mandy probably sais she would go with Max then ditched and forgot to tell him.
"Sure." I say, might as well humilate Mandy.
"Cool, I'll be there in five." He replies. I hang up and sit doen on Mandy's bed, facing the closet. I remember one time she yelled a certain outfit and it appered on her floor, then she put it on. I don't know how she did it so I decided to try it.
"Prom!" I yell. Then I hear a robo
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.on old sanzu - absolutely true fiction1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
Papers, Please.Papers, Please.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dented cone on top of the squat concrete bunker spat the command with a hiss of static. The lights either side of the door flicked from red to green and in lockstep the line shuffled a single pace forward. Guards in fur-flapped hats and thick olive green coats shuffled their grip on relics of guns, churned out in their thousands and used until they fell apart they had the misfortune of being one of the few things in this world with any semblance of reliability.
Razor wire lined the wall, the bunker forming the only gap in it. Dogs circled on chain link leashes, sniffing for bombs, sniffing for fear.
Through the heavy door they stepped, like an airlock, the membrane that would either admit them or curse them to never see what lay beyond that dreadful wall.
It was her turn. In she went.
She approaches the counter, the heavy rolling steel shutter poised above like a guillotine.
She looks through the screen, the thick bullet proof glass, and sta
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Birthday game.January: Play spin the bottle withMy Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Birthday game.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Febuary: Get Marry to
March: Find the elements of harmony with
April: Get massage by
May: Have a slumber Party with
June: Get killed by
July: Learn a lesson of friendship with
August: Duplicate a 100 copies of
September: Have _____ as your pet
October: Throw a party with
November: Eat a lot of pies with
December: Play 7 minutes of heaven with
1. Derpy Hooves
4. Queen chrysalis
9. Flim (The one without the mustache)
10. Rainbow dash
11. Babs Seed
12. Pinkie Pie
13. Granny Smith
14. Princess Luna
15. crazy Fluttershy (From "The Best Night Ever")
16. Big Mac
17. Flam (The one with the mustache)
19. Vinyl Scratch
21. Princess Cadence
23. Twilight Sparkle
25. Crazy Twilight (From "Lesson Zero"
27. The Great and Powerful Trixie
29. Crazy Pinkie pie (From "Party of one")
30. Shining armor
31. Princess Celestia
Secret Sauce 1WARNING: This story will contain scenes of overeating and massive amounts of weight gain. If that's not your thing, bow out now.Secret Sauce 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deerglen was an upscale suburb of Star City, built during the tech-boom of the 90's but with more taste and discretion than the tumors of McMansions that appeared throughout Silicon Valley. A planned community, it was intended to be at one with nature, with the houses colored in Earth tones to blend into the oaks that grew there and the yards front and back spacious and devoid of fences.
But for Jill Crowe the houses could have been bright pink with yellow polka-dots, and the yards covered in coals that burned 24/7, and she would still be ecstatic. At only 26 the legal wunderkind had just made partner at Eggerton and Associates, the most prestigious law firm in the city. A massive bump in salary and a congratulatory bonus allowed her to not only pay off the last of her student loans but move up out of her month-by-month rent, ramen three times a week life.
Overindulged It was summer, and a mildy chilly night was coming to its end. A young girl, hidden within her humble apartment, was indulging in the treasures she had summoned from her own kitchen . She quickly became a slave to her own stomach, pandering to its needs and massaging it whenever it stirred. Although already thick, curved and well-filled it remained ever-so demanding, and whenever she wasn't stuffing her face with food she could feel it crying out for more. One luscious treat was soon followed by the next, and as time progressed she found herself taking more pleasure from the feelings within her belly than from the food itself. She sucked the cream from her fingers, licked the grease from the rim of the bowl, but found that nothing could compare to the ecstasy of having an overfilled gut. She could feel her body becoming thicker after each bite, each mouthful, and she often paused to stroke her navel in the hope that she could feel it expanding.Overindulged3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mono.One morning a black pillar appeared in the center of town, within the boundaries of the park and right outside of the library. It stood at least thirteen feet tall and was as wide as a mature oak. They deduced it was made out of some kind of polished stone. Some guessed it was obsidian; others argued it was too strong to be such a fragile stone. It could have been granite, but when was the last time you saw black granite in that quantity, and in that shape?Mono.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should knock it down and drag it away!" someone shouted.
But they were too afraid to touch it.
"Why not just leave it here?" another suggested.
But they wondered what would happen if they didn't do anything at all.
Whoever put it there didn't do it alone. They'd need a truck to transport the thing, and they'd need some way to get it off the flatbed and stand it up straight. But why go to all of that trouble for a pillar of rock? Or was it part of someth
Maura Part 1Maura Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story features obscene levels of weight gain. If that's not your thing, just move along. There's plenty of stuff elsewhere on the Internet to appeal to you.
I don't really believe telling my story will do any good, not when my only option is to throw it out into the morass of ephemera and would-be memes that is the Internet. Then again, the Internet isn't what it used to be, is it? Maybe I'm just writing this to ease my conscience. I feel like I have a lot to answer for, even if part of me rationalizes that my only fault was one bad decision made in a moment of frustration and little sleep.
Let's start at the beginning, because that's where things usually start. They're too afraid to start at the end because they don't want to die young. Excuse me. I haven't slept much the past few months.
It was in Des Moines. I grew up in rural Iowa, bottom of the middle class. Family wasn't rich enough to send me to a big-name college and my grades weren't good enough to get a sc
PokeGrowth Part 1: Ash Growing"Aww, do we have to do this again?!"PokeGrowth Part 1: Ash Growing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ash, Brock and Dawn were doing work for charity. They were cleaning Lake Valor, as it had become polluted by Team Galactic's last attempt at capturing Azelf. The water had turned a nasty brownish green colour because of the billious gunge Team Galactic's machine had spilled when it exploded.
"Aww, do we have to do this again?!" moaned Ash again.
"I hate to say this, but I agree with Ash." said Dawn
"C'mon guys," said Brock "It's for the good of the lake, and Azelf."
"More like the good of the lake, and Jaquelin Kelp!" whispered Ash to Dawn.
The two of them giggled. Brock came over to them. He had pink lipstick on his cheek. Ash and Dawn giggled again. Brock wiped the lipstick off his face.
"You two should start helping," said Brock "The valve over there is leaking, go and tighten it Ash. Dawn, go and help Dr. Kelp, she needs your help to fish that Magikarp out of the dirty water and into clean water."
Ash and Dawn went off to do their seperate thing
BethanyBethany was the girliest girl that you'd ever meet. Her strawberry blond hair always smelled sweetly of cinnamon and spice, her chubby dimpled cheeks were always rosy with blush and her moist little lips were always frosted with pastel pink lipstick. A little round diva that loved shopping, shoes and sugar, she was used to be being pampered like a big fluffy kitty. Her parents made sure that she never had to dirty her hands growing up, so she was a bit soft ball of fluff by the time she met her husband-to-be. They fell in love immediately, and knew they would never be apart. He knew that he would always want to be around to protect this giggly little cupcake.Bethany2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bethany grew into even more of a plump little pumpkin of a princess under Ted's care, so round and full that she looked like a sugar bun filled to bursting with sweet cream. Her perfumed cleavage tested the pink buttons of her fuzzy sweaters. Her pillowy belly settled onto her plush thighs.
Morgan (Redone) Part 3(XXWG, cosmic gain, SSSSSSBBW)Morgan (Redone) Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(A little more growth this time, but all just in one scene.)
It was such a wild idea that Morgan had dismissed it at first, turning back to her current business-related goals. But once the idea was in her head, taking over another company, setting up another flag on her map paled in comparison.
She needed to grow, she needed to become more than she was. Her physical growth was already legendary, but there had to be another level to it, something beyond ‘just fatter and fatter.’
Morgan saw herself above the Earth, above all the people that she, truth be told, had not seen as peers in a long time. She was different than them, she knew that. But what could she be?
When she returned home Morgan went into exile. She stayed in her house (or rather, a specially made adjunct to it, not being able to fit into the house proper), doing nothing but eating and calculating. She was constantly surrounded by her Elite and many others who, over the years, had
The GallonTitle: The GallonThe Gallon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fandom: Tiger & Bunny
Characters/Pairings: Kotetsu (Wild Tiger)
Warnings: belches and hiccuping
Summary: There's a gallon of milk obstructing the space in Kotetsu's fridge and to get rid of it, Kotetsu decides to drink it all.
Kotetsu had just come back from shopping. When he opened the door of his fridge his eyes immediately fell on a large gallon container of milk. How could they not? After all, the thing was taking up all of the top shelf, lying on its side. It had been planned that Kaede would be visiting for the weekend and Kotetsu hadn't wanted to have to run out to get milk every morning because they'd used it all up too quickly. So he'd tried to find a larger than usual quantity. However, all he could find was the usual small ones and the really large gallon containers which the parents of large families with four or five kids tended to buy. Kotetsu didn't usually need that much milk, but i
Equation of Love"Shizu-Chan~!"Equation of Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The taller, more irritated blonde snapped his innocent pencil in half at the sound of the all too familiar voice. A head covered in inky black tresses popped out from behind the door and into the nearly empty classroom. It's only occupants were an irritated Shizuo Heiwajima and now the head of, in Shizuo's mind, a pesky flea.
"What the fuck do you want? Isn't it a bit early for you even?" The blonde made a good point. School wasn't supposed to start for another 2 hours or so, but yet here the two sat, awake and already at their usual antics.
"I was about to ask you the same thing, Shizu-Chan~" Izaya purred in his smooth voice, a voice which sent a shiver down the taller male's spine. That nickname always made anger start sparking even more in Shizuo's mind.
"Don't call me that! Can't you go find something better to do? I'm sure some other people are here for you to bother. I'm busy." Shizuo growled and turned his attention back to the paper sitting in front of him
Paula's Gonna Pop"what do you mean ratings are down?"Paula's Gonna Pop9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sigh filtered through the receiver. "People are tired of your schtick, Paula. Let's face it, we're just making the same show over and over again."
"what do you mean?!" the peroxide blonde vision declared, a hand moving to sooth a soft gurgle from beneath her desk. "My public love me! I'm a born winner!"
"yes, I know, but once you've seen one episode of 'Paula's Gonna Pop!' you've pretty much seen 'em all. The format got tired three series ago, you just don't seem to be pushing yourself like you use to."
"Not pushing myself?!" Bright red lipstick forming a tightly drawn line of annoyance bordering on rage, "It's not my fault there's not an eating challenge I can't beat!"
"well, if you don't think of something, they're going to can the show. You've got one episode to turn things around, if not we're history."
Paula slammed down the phone and angrily stood, pacing back and forth on the luxurious thick pile white carpet of her office. Cancel her show?
AT- ConnorxReader A Walk in the ForestThis is my first Canonxreader, believe me I was quite scare this wouldn’t work. We have to look on how I do, I’m quite a bit scare to be honest with ya! XDDAT- ConnorxReader A Walk in the Forest2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Walk in the Forest
You loved nature, but with so many trees, your eyes would widen with amazement and awe. It was nothing you ever seen before. Nothing like Boston or New York you visited. The Davenport Homestead had wildlife and jumped in front of you that wouldn’t care if you stood there and stare. The deer gave you a blank stare and continues to jump through the forest and bushes.
When a butterfly came to your finger, you raise your point finger and it landed on your finger. You were amazed by the color of the wings that you never seen up close before. “Why do you have to be such a pretty butterfly? I don’t understand why the colonist wants to destroy wildlife, this is amazing.” You said as you watch the butterfly depart from your finger and fly through the calm a