Mocha Makes Magic.Mocha. A scent never returning to its foreign roots, never not assuming the ties to never let go. It dampens as light makes its peek smacking at the stained glass window, drowning by the time light conquers all in its destined path. The drowning powder dancing its last dance in the golden chalice it once would prosper in. Watch as it swirl and spiral with all its might, making its last final moments absolutely beautiful. Victory sweeps over as the metal stained spoon whisks away all the meaning and care in the entire world. Picking up the prize with a breath and a sip of morning’s glory. Coffee.Mocha Makes Magic.1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
DestinyThe staggering looking child looked down at me. His pale eyes were shinning a chocolate fudge of authenticity.Destiny1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Accessible of his ignorance and diligence, he proclaimed to understand it all. Though knowing and not knowing, it was all about trial and error for him. He had a colorful sense of happiness at every angel and knew it was destiny to become whatever he wanted.
'What The Hell' EpilogueIf I was going to use three words to describe my life, it would be 'what the hell'. First off, about me. I have Major Depression with Psychotic features, Anxiety, Insomnia, Paranoia, and am generally insecure. Then there's the guy I love- let's call him Seth. He has about six mental disorders. His background is about as fucked up as you can get. I would use a fictional character as reference, but there isn't one I know of that is anywhere close to what he's gone through. He makes Edgar Allen Poe look like a pussy. Then, the second interesting character- lets call this one Ezra. All you need to know about Ezra is that he is an ex-prostitute with a similarly messed up background. Keep in mind, these aren't fake people. These are people I know in my real life. Their backstories involve such things as rape, murder, suicide, slavery, abuse, and more. Not just one of these things- most of them in each case. Multiple times. My twin sister is a real-life Regina George with twice the evil intel'What The Hell' Epilogue1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
All Fanfics and StoriesHere's the list of all stories that will be on here(some exceptions), my Wattpad.com account Kursed264, and my Quotev.com account Nori Lucero. I will add onto the list when I figure out the titles for all the blank spots.All Fanfics and Stories1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Nephew Parker's stories
1. Job Opening (FNAF Story)
2. Job Opening 2
3. Job Opening 3 The Revenge of Marionette
4. Job Opening 4 The Dark Descent
1. Wings of Darkness
2. Wings of Sorrow
3. Prototype Wars
4. Project Chimera
5. The Story Of Red And Ria
6. The Beginning (prequel to Invasion & Into the Dark)
8. Into the Dark
9. Behind the Scenes
10. AVP: The Eight Warriors
11. AVP ONE-SHOT (possible story)
13. Love and Loss
14. Last Resort
15. AVATAR: A New Beginning
16. AVATAR: Times of War
17. AVATAR: The End of Sorrow
18. Music Is How I Escape From The World (only on Wattpad)
19. All Good Things are Wild and Free (only on Quotev and Watt
Enemy SilenceEnemy SilenceEnemy Silence1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Yussra MT Ebrahim
“Yussra, your appointment’s here.”
I thank the receptionist as she hands me some papers. Standing up, I look over at the writing center’s waiting area. The student who has signed up for a conference with me is sitting on a couch, unsuspecting. He must not realize it’s me he’ll be meeting with. My pre-conference anticipation deepens to dread the moment I see his clothing… or should I say, his uniform.
I am a professional. I get up and walk toward him. Don’t look at his stiff green blazer. I smile and introduce myself. Don’t look at his haircut. I can’t read his face or his tone of voice as he responds to my introduction, so I walk him into a cubicle, ignoring his combat boots. We sit down together and I ask him to explain his assi
Back to the pastThis Sunday I will be heading down to Austin to attend our biannual in service training.Back to the past1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Every two years we all make an appearance down in Austin to attend training which includes everything from new laws to what our future is heading for.
I really enjoy these week long stays down there.
My roots go to that place where I along with 65 others made it through 18 weeks of training to be commissioned as Texas finest lawmen. August 1981 to October 1981.
But I am now a stranger in a strange land.
As time has marched on reducing our numbers to less than five from that school still working. I am the only uniformed one left and I count the years on one hand until I leave.
So I see new faces with only a few years on.
However they do know me. My "legend" remains. Stories of things and encounters I was involved with.
A few old videos.
Some are a chuckle like silly drivers, dumb criminals.......others you look at me and wonder how I made it through.
I do enjoy my days there sitting i
Our FlightYou wanted to know what heaven looked like.Our Flight1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
I told you that I see it everyday when I look at you. Your face turned a light shade of red I'd seen before, in the petals of carnations, I think. Then came the smile: the soft white of your teeth showing like the canvas upon which I've attempted to bring your beauty into being so many times - paint and brushes litter my studio, which has become a land which sings the song of my failed attempts to capture even a fraction of your loveliness.
I checked the weather and asked you if you'd like to see it now. You hesitantly agreed; you knew I like to surprise you, and you had no idea what was in store.
We made our way to the airfield.
You'd never been in a helicopter before, so I rented one and filed a flight plan.
I inspected the helicopter and helped you strap in.
You asked me if I was sure I knew what I was doing - this is my job, baby - and I nodded and asked you if you trusted me, to which you then nodded back.
I cranked the engine and after
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...1 week 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
Spread The HateI think the wind hates me. It's always tugging in the direction opposite to what I want and it gives no mercy to my eyes, which are wearing contact lenses.Spread The Hate1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
I think the sun hates me too. Instead of basking me in a pool of sunshine its glaring down at my puny existence. It threatens to melt me into a puddle of my own sweat with its treacherous heat.
I think everything in life hates me. Emotional obstacles are hurled in my way, academic suicide has been committed more times than I can count, and I don't have enough arms to juggle the tasks I need to finish. I just want to toss it all aside and take shelter in my trashy room, with the blinds cut off from the world's troubles.
Or maybe I need to woman up and stop hiding. Maybe I need to remember the laughs and smiles instead of the tears and bloodshed. Maybe I need to remember that there are things worth living for.
But complaining is just too fun to quit.
Yo-yoLike a child, it was hard for me to let go, as if my favorite toy was being taken away and I was not allowed to cry, move, fight. Stronger than anticipated; I was just a kid. All my life I've been after the light; the azure rays of everything and nothing at all.Yo-yo1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
I had it for a second without wanting it. It wasn't something, I thought I'd be haunted with. I want it, I can't hide it...
Sleeplessly embracing the thought of a dream I constantly re-experience. Hunger, deep hunger of the pine with notes of explosions of emotions and feelings I thought I was past over. The dream never reached that far. The nightmare of my incapability to predict the outcome of a choice someone else has taken upon themselves to make. How could I?
And I hold tight, but he won't answer.
Sneaking AroundKitty is a sneaky cat. She tries to steal my food while it's on my fork or spoon or even close to my mouth. She doesn't care. I'm watching tv not paying attention. Her little arm comes out of nowhere. Kitty smacks the food onto the floor. She doesn't care what it is or even whether she will eat it or not. She smells food and thinks that she needs it. She's an annoying ninja. Kitty the sneaky cat is patiently waiting to steal my food again.Sneaking Around1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Winter Weather Advisory If a storm hits at best we miss a day or two of work. At worse we lose power and freeze to death. But at least we have plenty of blankets, board games, cards, and many books to entertain ourselves. Last weekend wasn't so bad. Our dog and I waited in the car listening to music while he cleaned off the snow on Saturday morning. On Sunday he helped the neighbors clean the rest of the street while I stayed inside playing video games. On Monday I got a call from my sister telling me that the buses were moving too slowly. So I stayed in.Winter Weather Advisory 1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Fuzzy SocksLet me start with this. I am STRAIGHT. I have a wife and two kids.Fuzzy Socks1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
This morning, after the kids went to school and my wife went to work, I did some laundry. I picked up a pair of socks that belonged to my daughter. They were not normal socks, they were fuzzy socks. I got curious, so I decided to put them on. They are the most comfortable things I have ever worn.
I kept them on until lunch, after I just dumped them back in the hamper. I decided to go out and look for a pair designed for men. I went to many different stores and noticed that there were not any made just for men. Furthermore, all of the girl's ones are blatantly girly. They are either pink or purple or have crazy designs on them. When I found a black pair, they were covered in sparkles or glitter or something.
I need your help. Is there any store in which I can buy these for men? Or at least girl ones that look like they are for men? I don't want to go online since I do not want my family to know I went out and bough
Perfectly ImperfectI never claimed to be pretty, or smart, or talented. I don't pretend to be rich, or powerful, or strong. I don't have the whitest teeth. I don't have best grades. I don't have an hourglass figure. I don't have the perfect family. I don't have the soundest mind.Perfectly Imperfect1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
I am flawed. I am broken. I am tarnished. I do not shine. I do not glow. I am not a star, or a diamond, or a butterfly.
I am only what I am. I try to be the best person I can be. I may not be popular. I may not be perfect. But, I will never lie about myself. I wear my heart on my sleeve, for all to see. I do not hide who I am simply to please those around me.
Yes, I've been knocked down so often by those who do not like who I am. But I will never change because of that. I will never become something I'm not. I will not beg for attention, or sympathy, or charity. I will not pretend to be a 'better'
Refugee and MeThis might not be my story to tell,Refugee and Me1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
but I feel that it is a story which needs to be told. Six weeks ago I
started my “Authors in Focus” course: “Chaucer, The Canterbury
Tales”, a class taught by my favourite teacher. Five weeks ago
another student joined our class, which in university is not
uncommon, but the teacher felt the need to introduce him to the
class. His name was Nizar, at least it is phonetically, I have
actually never seen it in writing. Nizar was from Syria and had come
to the Netherlands with a whole heap of other refugees a few weeks
earlier. There is war in Syria and while the news doesn't cover much
of it, even we know things are pretty dire over there. I must admit
that at first I didn't quite get why he was here, I understood why he
was in the Netherlands but not why he was at university, especially
in quite possibly the single most difficult literature class,
although I did admire him for it.
In this, for him, first class he
First Bullying Experience: Painful Wedgie****If you don’t care about backstory, skip the text below and begin reading after the solid line.****First Bullying Experience: Painful Wedgie1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Hey guys. I’m going to be sharing many true stories about bullying and humiliation that happened to me in the past. When it first started happening to me, I very much disliked it. However, it ended up being a major turn on for me. Right now I’m 18 years old, a freshman in college, and since I finished high school I’ve had virtually no bullying/humiliation experiences. When I was younger, though, I had quite a few. It’s strange that I gradually started to feel pleasure while simultaneously being hurt and humiliated. I don’t enjoy physical pain that results in long term injuries, though, and I’ve never had that happen to me. I don’t
Is Anyone There? (Song Oneshot)(A/N - Song oneshot! I don't own the song, just EVERYTHING else. Short story prompt from writing club)Is Anyone There? (Song Oneshot)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Mason practically flew through the hallway. He did NOT want to get caught by-
“Hey Clark!” him… “Get over here, now!”
‘Don’t do it!’ his mind screamed, yet his body didn’t obey. “What is it, Dustin?” he grumbled. Dustin grinned at him. ‘Dude, brush your teeth!’ he wanted to say. “I need to leave. Something important is going on.”
“Good for you, you foreign freak. I need you to a job for me.” Dustin shoved him into the locker room. “Be a good punching bag and don’t move.” Mason’s eyes widened as he saw Dustin winding up his fist. He felt the air leave his body as the older boy punched him in the gut. Another blow to the face, a kick to the chest. Sucking in a breath, his chest screamed in pain. “What a wimp.” Dustin spat. He shoved Mason down on the
LifeLife is quite uneventful. Unlike stories there’s no real full circle. There’s no cutoff point that says, ‘this is the overall arc of the lesson learned.’Life1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Life is, instead, one overextended series of nonadventures and blunders. Life for those we deem exciting are quite boring for those that live it. They are calloused, we are calloused, our lives bore us. They are nothing like a story.
Life is anticlimactic. There is no sense of elegance or wonder thrown into the air after a hardship. Life returns to routine, until the moment of exciting as slowed into the steady beats of the norm. Life ends with us in our sleep, on the toilet, in sex (in self-pleasure), in any and all other mundane moments of our life. Sometimes life is even cut off before the story can truly begin.
Life may have a planned adventure ahead, sweeping tales to give us, life-altering moments of thought for us to explore. But before it can even begin, before we can even take pleasure in the coming ex
Viens on s'en va.On est pas très bien là hein, mon amie ? On est pas très à l'aise, regarde autour de nous, tout le monde se précipite, tout le monde nous bouscule et personne ne nous voit.Viens on s'en va.1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Allons donc, calme-toi. Laisse moi prendre ta main. Juste dépose là dans le creux de la mienne et je te montrerai ce que tu vaux et pourquoi tu es là.
Laisse moi te vendre du rêve.
T'expliquer pourquoi les gens sont méchants et pourquoi tu ne dois pas devenir comme eux.
Tu en a marre non ? Oui, moi aussi.
Viens on s'en va. On vole une bagnole et on part. On dort dans des hôtels et on mange dans des restaurants. On s'éloigne de tout pour pas longtemps, un week-end, deux trois jours ou une semaine. On laisse les autres s’inquiéter à notre place, y'en a marre maintenant. Et quand on rentrera, si tu ne vas pas encore bien mon amie alors nous nous en irons à nouveau.
Je peux te faire voir le monde comme tu ne l'a jamais vu. Je peux
Buried in WhiteI look out of the window at low-hanging gray clouds presiding over a pre-storm stillness soon to be pushed out by rushes of stiff, icy winds ahead of the white fury coming this way. I swallow hard, a sense of dread I have no reason to carry weighing my thoughts. I am safe at home, even as many are not.Buried in White1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
The birds and squirrels which had been noisily playing in the yards have gone ominously silent now. They sense the atmospheric changes coming, and wisely prepare. They have no need for internet, radio and television alerts, or forecasts and updated snowfall totals - human guesses based upon competing radar systems and meteorologists' best interpretations of the results.
They were born knowing to simply prepare, and hunker down.
When the snowflakes arrive they come all in a rush, the neighboring homes nearly disappearing behind what appears as lace curtains of white. Those broadcast voices implore the listeners to drive carefully, to prepare their shovels and snowblowers, to consid