Mom's FavoriteMy sister was always Mom’s favorite. No matter what I did, she would always praise her over me. When I would climb a tree, my sister would climb a bigger tree, when I made breakfast, she made dinner and a fantasy dessert. It’s always been a competition. Mother’s Day was coming up and I wanted to get Mom something extra special. I planned the day to a tee and decided to make Mom the greatest dinner she ever had and give her the best gift I could ever give her. I went out to Framer’s Market and bought the freshest vegetables and spices, then I went to the import store bough the most expensive bottle of red wine I could. It was a special occasion after all. Early the next morning, I started cooking. I chopped the veggies and placed them in the water. I let it simmer and boil as I seared the meat on the stove. Then I deglazed the pan with the wine and placed everything into the crock-pot and let it cook all day. While that happened, I started to carefully wrap MomMom's Favorite16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (Request)TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (Request)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After being rejected by the Jedi council for apparently being to old to start Jedi padawan training, Anakin was sitting in his room alone. "Maybe Qui-Gon was wrong, I do not feel like very, chosen." Anakin said to himself. While Anakin thought about his whatever role Qui-Gon thought for him, the council had just gotten word that Queen Amidala ship had lost contact on their way to Sabu. The queen supposed to be at the top of a galactic senate. Without her there however, the other races would be in a frenzy and it could spark an uproar. With no other choice, the council came to there only conclusion until they are able to make contact with the queens missing ship.
A few days later, Anakin was called up by the council for a 'special' predicament. Thinking they were going to finally make him Obi-Wans padawan, he went with them to a secret room. "Anakin, listen to me very carefully, this is most important." Obi-Wan said kneeling down. "Your training will have to be put on hold for a while,
Lucid DreamingSome people can control lucid dreaming. I've tried to learn how to do it myself, but I've failed each time. However, I do lucid dream, but it's random and involuntary.Lucid Dreaming1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I remember a dream where I was hanging out with Hermione Granger for some reason, and one of my teeth fell out. I have a lot of dreams about my teeth coming out or crumbling. Then a few more came out, and I showed them to her.
"Why do I always dream about my teeth falling out?" I asked her, and she pulled a book from out of nowhere, flipping through it.
"It's a sign of insecurity," she explained.
"Great," I laughed dejectedly.
I think that's one of the only lucid dreams I can remember having that wasn't a bad dream or a nightmare, which are the ones I've had most recently. The scariest part of the dreams, even if they're just mildly unpleasant, is being aware that you're in a dream.
In one, I was talking to a girl in the dormitory I was living in. For some reason, we were all on this huge boat that was sort of lik
Tickle CampSo a couple weekends ago the temple but I work as a volunteer for was going on a retreat. It's basically a two day camp thing. We get students from our temple and a few tables from around the area and we all go spend a weekend together. So I was volunteering to be one of the "counselors".Tickle Camp1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After a long and drawn out two hour bus ride with a bunch of overly energized 13 and 14-year-olds, we made it to the camp. It was after we got to the camp but I found out that the cabin that I would be in charge of was going to be a boy cabin. (Some guys do end up in girl cabins). Anyway, I met up with the five boys in that would be under my "command". Their names were: Eric, Danny, Josh, Zack, and Alex. They were all 14 except for Danny who is 13. After meeting up we headed to the cabin and set everything up. And after that the Camp manager told us that the original evening plans we're going to be canceled because of weather issues. So instead I sat the five boys down and we all got to know each othe
How to Write: Depressed/Regretful CharactersHow To Write: Depressed/Regretful CharactersHow to Write: Depressed/Regretful Characters2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Example: The Doctor
Lesson number one: Go. Into. It.
Okay, lemme explain. I'll start from the top. Description is the most important thing when it comes to writing. All books are is shitloads of description that trigger a sort of TV in the reader's head. Go over the five senses in your head: sight, sound, touch, feel, hearing. Describe anything and everything.
I.E.: Her house certainly didn't look like a witch's cottage. It was warm and comfortable, filled with the smell of lavender and mint. Candles were lit all over, some burning low and some tall with molten wax dripping down their sides. The windows were round, resembling the portholes of a seaship or airship. The Doctor could hear the sounds of birds from somewhere in the cottage, but he couldn't see any. As he looked around, the brunette poked her head around the corner and smiled. "Well come on then, we haven't got all day!" She urged.
Damien TickledOkay so after spending a couple of days in preparation I got ready to tickle Damien. Damien is my girlfriend's 12 year old little brother. My girlfriend had plans for the day but she had no one to watch Damien, so after helping her look for potential people for a couple of hours I decided that I would volunteer. But of course before I volunteered I did happen to get a glance at Damiens cute feet. And seeing his feet is what made up my mind to babysit him for the evening. So an hour or so past and my girlfriend left to do her errands, and as she was getting ready to leave the house I was casually looking around for different tools that I could use to tickle Damiens feet. I searched the bathroom and got a hold of a brand-new oral b toothbrush still in the little box and a hairbrush. I really wanted to use a piece of Velcro on Damiens feet. But I was struggling to find some anywhere. But after a few minutes of looking as hard as I could, I got lucky. They had all kinds of things that theyDamien Tickled2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
StrayI think he’s nearby and it’s a solace, because it could be worse - butStray1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
then I’m at the top of the world, thousands of lives before me as the
symphonic grass brushes my calves and the cool wind tugs at my hair -
someone down there could be grieving, celebrating, arguing, laughing -
I’m not to know.
I gather my bearings: labelling landmarks, identifying villages, towns;
Hills and valleys and woods and finally the river stretch for as far as
the eye can see, but it’s not enough. He does not live there.
He is further away than I could ever have imagined.
I Dalton - A scuola... di guai!Era una fredda mattina d’inverno. La neve cadeva in grossi fiocchi dal cielo grigio, e il vento piegava le fronde degli alberi.I Dalton - A scuola... di guai!3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nicoletta entrò a scuola, seguita dai suoi fratelli.
disse la ragazza, tenendo aperta la porta in modo che anche loro potessero entrare.
esclamò William, con un brivido.
si lamentò Averell, osservando i suoi vestiti, bagnati a causa della neve che vi si era sciolta sopra.
sentenziò Joe, e i quattro fratelli si cambiarono.
esclamò William, e porse alla sorellina una delle uniformi di Jack.
sorrise la ragazza, abbracciando Jack e William Corse nel bagno e ne uscì un attimo dopo, indossando una maglia a righe gialle e nere, ed un paio di pantaloni gialli.
sorrise. Corse lungo il corridoio, seguita dai suoi fratelli.
rise lei, correndo verso le scale.
Si sedette sul corrimano di metallo, e si lasciò scivolare giù.
Joe, Jack, Wi
Skyrim: The Woodcutter's Wife Glitch?Okay, just do me a favor and see if the same thing happens to you. I've restarted Skyrim too many times to count and this only works if you complete these missions in order without saving or shutting down your system (I haven't tried this on PC, only 360.)Skyrim: The Woodcutter's Wife Glitch?3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1- You must be a level 8 for this to work. I've tried and anything higher or lower will fuck it up and nothing will happen.
2 - You must have the book 'The Woodcutter's Wife' in your inventory for the entire time you attempt this.
3 - Do not have anyone following you. No housecarls, no familiars. Nothing will happen if you don't do these things alone.
4 - You have to complete the Laid To Rest mission. When you're playing hide and seek with Helgi, after she tells you to 'Make Laelette go away,' Laelette will be standing half way up the hill Southwest of Helgi's coffin, she won't move or fight back and it'll take a few minutes of hacking away before she dies. This is normal and WILL happen if you've done everything right. Do not go ins
UntitledAround my thirteenth birthday my at the time single father, got remarried to a woman named Amanda. I never really liked Amanda, but she did have a daughter who quickly became my best friend. Her daughters name was Charlotte, and when i saw Charlotte for the first time i think my heart skipped a beat, pale smooth and flawless skin, long silky black hair, and beautiful emerald green eyes. (not to mention how nice her boobs and butt were, like damn, you're fifteen, you're not allowed to be that hot.). Charlotte was always very nice and caring, and turned out to be a great step-sister.Untitled2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Now, my dad was in the military so he wasn't home, A LOT. So most of the time Amanda looked after Charlotte and I. You see, the point of the story is, that Amanda had very strict rules, (that i often broke). And Amanda believed in child punishment without harming her children. You can guess where this is going. So yeah, Amanda had a set of dual sto
TornadoShe comes down from the sky with very little warning. Her anger is lashed out upon the plains, where there is an ally bearing her name. Her long crushing embrace carries you, forcing you to value your own life. Will she let you live or tally you among her dead?Tornado2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Good Old Schooldays (1950's)I watched fascinated as a small white missile, whizzed through the air, landing neatly on the tip of Steven Smith’s ear. Mr Davis was an excellent shot. For the fourth time that day Steven Smith had been the object of target practice, simply because he had blown his nose too loudly during geography. The sound of an elephant trumpeting as it engaged in carnal activity, was not quite the sound deemed necessary to clear excess mucus. Smith said he had a cold. Mr. Davis said he didn’t believe him. He probably did believe him but did not want to be deprived of his main pleasure: chalk throwing was a most satisfying art and it rendered boys’ ears a delightful shade of rose red, signifying to other teachers and pupils, his prowess and the fact that ‘he was not one to be messed around with.’Good Old Schooldays (1950's)2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But there were other disciplines enforced at that time, that made rose red ears look pale. A whack with a cane, especially from an embittered old fart of a headmaster wo