The MockingbirdDoctor, do you have a minute to spare?The Mockingbird1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The call was directed at my mother midway between the second and third floor in our apartment complex. Four of us stood on the freshly cleaned stairs. Mother, myself, the cleaning lady, and her little daughter.
Could you please spare some cooking oil?
It had to be one of the rare times I heard shame in someone's voice. The shame of having to ask burdened her immensely. She clasped her hands as she looked at us, and rushed to justify after a moment of silence.
I want to cook for the kids. It's been a week and I couldn't get paid to buy some.
I never knew words needed so much power to come out. She tried to shrug her nervous tone with a smile, but couldn't quite manage to. Instead she looked down.
I didn't wait mother. She taught me better, I knew better. There was much sorrow in a single question, and not the kind of sorrow a mother should be uttering in front of a child. I still heard bits and pieces of their conve
Tickle fun with my nephews and cousinMy two nephews, Grant and Stone, twins age 11, and my cousin Andrew, age 12, all came over the other night to swim, play video games, and spend the night. We also played poker and the little goofs beat me soundly. Later we were watching a movie on DVD. All three boys had on t-shirts, short pants, low cut socks, and sneakers. Stone likes to sit almost on top of me when we watch movies, he is more touchy feeley than his brother. Stone also likes to get back massages from me. I took his shirt off to massage his shoulders and back, then he started to drop off to sleep and I said "Nope, no going to sleep yet" and I started tickling his underarms and sides. Stone is really ticklish and he immediately started laughing and squirming around (but he did wake up, lol). We wrestled a bit and I rolled him around and had his feet in my lap and I started to untie his shoes. Stone got a worried look on his face and said "No, Uncle Jimbo (which is what he and Grant call me) you wouldn't dare tickle myTickle fun with my nephews and cousin1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Being His MomBig blue eyes watch the world around them with an innocent curiosity. A little boy in a constant state of learning sights and sounds all so new and intriguing. He points and babbles as people walk by, having an imaginary conversation with everyone. He lives in his own little world, surrounded by the interactions of another beyond his comprehension. While some pause briefly to listen to his attempt to communicate, others choose to stop and comment on his appearance and actions.Being His Mom1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"What a little charmer," one would say.
"Look at those big blue eyes...and red hair!" Another would exclaim.
He would flash a big smile after each compliment, making it seem like he knew they were talking about him. The doctor says he doesn't understand, but I know he does. He knows more than we think he does. It just comes out a little at a time rather than all at once.
For myself, I simply smile and nod, knowing everything they say is just a reiteration of what I already know. My son, a true blessing, is
Raymond storiesThere are lots of funny Raymond stories. Just today one of the feral cats got in the houseRaymond stories2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
and tried to steal Raymond's food. Raymond and I were in the back bedroom so I could
get ready for work. Raymond who does not normally get on the bed by himself, leaps
onto the bed and runs across it. At the far corner her growls for the first time and
launches himself for an impressive flight into the wash room. As he makes the corner
into the main house I hear his food bowl go “ding ding”. I am in hot pursuit and when I
make the corner, Raymond is no where to be seen.
I call to him and he starts barking for the first time. I started for the front of the house
and Raymond backs out of our computer room so he does not have to take his eyes off
of something. The dog is looking at me and then looking back into the computer room.
His head is moving so fast that the tip of his nose blurs from view.
As I come to that part of the house, Raymond moved back into the computer room and
Not quite a Romance."Are you on?"Not quite a Romance.1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Not any longer."
The Ghost from the ClosetThis is a story bout my buddy Mistgod :iconmistgod: and his childhood ghost from the closet. It is a true story. This story illustrates the double edged sword of a powerful imagination.The Ghost from the Closet2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As a child Davie (Mistgod) would have trouble sleeping, just as he does as an adult. His dreams were extremely vivid and colorful and often the dreams continued for a while even after he awakened. It was terrifying to a seven year old. One of those waking nightmares was the ghost in the bedroom closet.
For a while, each night he would hear shuffling noises coming from the closet. He would cry and scream, waking his brothers up and his parents. They would tell him it was only a dream or his imagination. Eventually they tired so much of this they quit consoling him and just ignored him. So he suffered in terrified silence. Something was definitely moving in that closet!
He would fall asleep and dream bout it. In t
Coincidence at 5PMI saw you walking past from the window and my heart almost burst. I don’t remember which part of you I recognized first: your face, with your combination of sleek cheekbones and nerdy glasses, or your green jacket, or the way you walked in a sort of funny but still dignified way. But I recognized you, as I always did.Coincidence at 5PM1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I hadn’t seen you for so long that I stared in disbelief, the moment hanging in suspension. The fork didn’t make it to my mouth. I didn’t have time to reach for my phone before you disappeared from view. What could I have said anyway? I would have said a lot of things, but none of them would have interested you.
You walked past. I finished the last mouthful of cake. From your past habits, I knew you were heading to town for dinner. The thought of waiting for you to finish dinner and walk back the same way crossed my mind. I told myself it was stupid, but that didn’t stop me from sitting at the table long after there was nothing left in my mou
TiggerTigger3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Tigger was the best pet a person could have in the world. A bold statement but by the end of this story you will see why. Tigger was a long haired, tan coloured, beautiful cat with a mane that would make lions jealous.
My father died at the age of sixty, in September 1981, while I was working down in the mine in Manitouwadge, a small town in Northern Ontario. A very heart breaking traumatic event that came suddenly and left my mother and family extremely heart broken. My parents were a close loving couple, not socializing much and had a tightly knit family. My father’s heart disease came as a complete surprise. A non-smoking, non-drinking, healthy, strong, Christian man who seemingly had no vices except his family. I had to go back to Manitouwadge to work in the mine leaving my siblings: Terry 18, Randy 16, and Pasty 14, because there was no work in my trade, drywall taping, in Thunder Bay.
A question came up in a game at a Christmas party: who is yo
The ProgrammerI lean over his shoulder for a closer look at the monitor as he tap taps away at the keyboard but I don't expect to understand it, and I am unsurprised when I don't. I shake my head as he continues with it for moment before he clicks 'apply' at the bottom of the hundreds of lines of code. It just looks like chicken scratch on a computer screen to me. Only the numbers that designate each line of code make any sense. I wander off into the kitchen area, only half-interested in whether or not what he did gives him the results he expects. He lets out a frustrated groan, apparently unsuccessful at his back-end results. Or was it front-end now? I never can remember and I turn away to prepare a quick breakfast of toast, asking him in the process if he wants any. He responds enthusiastically even as he continues to work.The Programmer1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Such is the way of the work-from-home programmer. It still amazes me. All the work necessary just to make a button clickable and to direct you to the right page. Front-end, I s
Making An Ass Of YourselfMaking An Ass Of YourselfMaking An Ass Of Yourself2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes teenagers can be rude, ill mannered, cheeky and don’t follow parents advice or rules.
Danielle Harper was a teenager who never cared about the rules or much really, she always tried bunking school succeeding on many fronts and she never listened to her mother.
It was mid week and Danielle had bunked off school and returned home to get changed into a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a simple low cut white t-shirt and a low cut pink jumper along with a pair of white trainers. Danielle smiled to herself as she left her house and headed up to the far end of the village she lived in with her mother.
Danielle waved as she saw her friends sitting on the wall by the community centre, beer cans littered the floor as Danielle grabbed a half drunk beer from her mate. As the sun shone from behind the clouds, Danielle and her friends laughed and joked whilst smoking and drinking until Danielle decided she wanted some food.
One of Danielle’s bes
Fall of FriendshipI've probably given this rant about 100 times, but looking at it more now is stressing me out a lot. Please just read it if you can.Fall of Friendship5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Most Markiplier fans should know who Yamimash is. He's a British youtuber that Mark has known for a long time. Yes, I do heavily ship Markimash. I started watching Mark when Markimash was the only real ship. It's changing now.
Yes, I still hold true to my belief that a lot of the people that ship Septiplier are new fans who only see that. Every day, a new Septiplier story replaces an old Markimash one. I don't like Septiplier, ok? You don't have to hate me, you can still ship it, I just want you to hear me out. Mark and Yami have been playing together longer than Jack has even been popular on YouTube and now people like him more.
There's always fan art of "Mark's Friends" and they rarely have Yami anymore. I don't care if you don't ship Markimash in the end, but come on, Yami and Mark are really good friends and have been for at least two years.
Tasty Thief (Vore RP) You had been a thief your entire life when one day you found the jackpot. You found a sleeping ( anthro/human/demi/feral/macro) sleeping with their things completely unguarded you swiftly steal it and make your get away. Upon opening the bag you find many riches, but a shadow covers you ... " Know what I hate the most..... Thieves...."Tasty Thief (Vore RP)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I would like to know who your character is and no God-modding or giving your self super powers the most you can have is slightly faster than the average human.
The person you stole from can be any of the creatures listed and you can switch
Today's SkyThe sky is blue, as you would obviously expect. It's not always blue, though. Sometimes it's a dreary sort of grey, the colour that reminds me of all things slow; sometimes it's strangely white, but this only happens early in the morning when the clouds and the sunlight merge into one. For now, the sky is blue.Today's Sky3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But the sky is never blue.
It can be azure, or turquoise, or perhaps sapphire. It can be many vivid versions of the fifth colour in the rainbow, but one thing it's not is just blue.
Right now, it's this soft but bright colour that makes me want to feel happy. If you told a young child to colour in a glass of water, you'd get one of three results. The first being a colour that exudes “felt-tip-pen-dark-blue”. The second would be a clear glass, which indicates that the child is a smart ass and needs to be either terminated immediately or rewarded for being intelligent and cheeky at the same time. The last option would be the colour of the sky right now, a pastel
Blind - MonologueSometimes I ask myself if anything would have gone another way, if I would've been less blind.Blind - Monologue2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You know, if I just could have listened more carefully.
Without all the things that blinded me.
Today I was rummaging through my shelves and found a album full of picture from the past.
I don't know exactly when they were taken.
But I can remember what we did and every single face and name.
These were wondeful times.
Nowadays I miss it, the freedom, feeling alive and that you didn't have to care about anything.
Something inside me didn't want to open it.
All these little parts of memories.
The pictures that drew my interest on them were the ones from school.
Rembering the girls that I loved and never tried to talk to, because I was shy.
I was so in love with one of my classmates that I couldn't even look her in the eyes.
But when my best friend made his move on her and they became a couple, I was angry.
He knew how I felt, but he didn't even care.
The outcome was rather interesting, because h
WickedDo you see that wicked mask she wears? She wears it for you, she wears it because of you. Do you remember that girl you used to see? Now a mask hides these features.Wicked1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You said that her eyes were like rare chocolate gems but she found that they were hollow and grey.
You said her voice soft and angelic but she soon found it to be only hoarse and low.
You commented on her fruitful laughter yet she strains herself physically to make such noise.
And you said that her smile was your world, she soon discovered that her smile was her hell.
You told her what she believed were truths only for you to prove that they were lies. You claimed her a goddess yet left her feeling less that that of a mortal. So now she knows her place and ignores those uplifting words spoken by others.
Do you see that girl, the one with the wicked mask? Behind that mask once was the face of pure beauty and joy but now despair and horror replaced her expressions. And so she wears that mask. Do you not recognize it? It is t
Front Porch NightsIs it going to rain for forty days and forty nights on and off? I sure hope not, my job’s weather permitting. It’s late in the night and the rain is taking a power nap as the remnants from the earlier cats and dogs flood the alleyway for cars to hydroplane upon. I always wanted riverfront property! There was two stars originally when I started writing this, but now they’re gone, why is that? Did they get sick of watching me write or did a rude cloud step in front of them? It’s hard to tell when the sky is pretty much a maroon brown.Front Porch Nights1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I always wanted an enclosed porch; they seemed wonderful to have. With a stubborn landlord who can’t maintain the required repairs that age has created, it’s a pain to have one. No screens; it’s either the window is opened or closed. Hotter than hell in the summer and as cold as Alaska in the winter. There can be a fine balance during the summer nights while spring and fall wait their turns. It’s
Standard Hellenic Ritual PrimerStandard Hellenic Ritual PrimerStandard Hellenic Ritual Primer1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This is a standard ritual primer to be used and adapted in practicing Hellenismos, or Hellenic Polytheistic Reconstructionism. Hymns and prayers to specific deities of one's household (or that you have devotion to) are ideal additions to this primer, and specific festivals will include additional deities and statements as well.
1. Candle or lamp to represent Hestia
2. Bowl for khernips (holy water)
3. Bowl for pouring out libations
4. Drinking vessel (wine glass, tea cup, or cup of your choice)
5. Plate full of food offerings (bread and fruit are ideal)
6. Small bowl full of grain (barley/oats) to consecrate the offerings
1. Statuary or framed pictures
2. Incense an/or oils (frankincense is ideal)
I. Pomp or Procession
Prepare the ritual components, cleanse the ritual space, and purify yourself with lustral water
Begone, whatever is unholy!
May I be purifed!
II. The Fire
Light the altar candle in honor of Hestia, a
Supernatural Live - cap 1 ¿Has escuchado de la gente que simplemente desaparece sin dejar rastro? ¿O de extrañas criaturas simplemente caminando por el bosque?, Muchas de estas cosas son en la mayoría paranormales, y no solo fantasmas, si no demonios, hombres lobo, vampiros y demás.Supernatural Live - cap 1 1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Te preguntaras como yo puedo hablar tan normal de todas estas cosas…je, bueno porque yo soy de las pocas que puede mantener el equilibrio entre este mundo y el sobrenatural, no todas las criaturas son malas ni todas son buenas, al igual que en el mundo real.
Pero mejor dejemos que esta historia se cuente por si sola...
Cap. 1 “La extraña y loca chica sin ojos”
Un carro llegaba a la vecindad, por la mirada de los vecinos se podía notar que eran personas desconocidas para ellos, el letrero de “Se vende” fue retirado por uno de los hombre de la mudanza en una de las casas.
Del carro sin muchos ánimos salía una
The Mine - Chapter 1 - A dangerous gameBased on the cartoon serie "The New Adventures of Lucky Luke"The Mine - Chapter 1 - A dangerous game3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Don't tell me you're scared...” Billy sniggered.
“Scared? Who, me? Never...!” Niky answered, hesitant. “And you?”
The boy shook his head. “Billy the Kid is scared of nothing!”
“Fine, then you go first” she answered, grinning.
“Don't even think about it,” Billy said, categorically “I dared you to enter the mine alone, and you accepted. It's you the one who have to go inside”
The girl turned to the entrance of the mine: the cave was so long that she couldn't find the end of the tunnel, and the sunlight couldn't light up the inside of the cave. “Fine...”
He sniggered “Remember: you have an hour to reach the center of the mine and come back. And don't forget to bring me a mineral: I want a proof that you actually did it”
Niky snorted “It will take for ever to find something under there!” she objected “Th
Who am I?I am merely a girl trying to get by in life. I'm not a super hero. I'm not a demigoddess. I know…that's kinda hard to believe. I am simply myself. A being struggling to find her true inner self. A being just like you. I am no one special. I am ordinary. I am a whopping five foot two and a half inches-but I like to round it up to 5'3''-Shh!!! It's a secret!!! XP I am a proud lil' shorty, or as a friend would say to his girlfriend-fun size!Who am I?2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But, I'm also strong.
I am a loner-a shut in, but it's really not my fault. You see with a last name starting with a 'Z…,' teachers always put you in the last row, in the corner, by yourself; only the corners of the walls are your friends. The people I made friends with turned out to be real jerks. Till this day-as an adult, I've never been to a sleepover, and rarely was invited to parties or to hangout. I don't know why. What made me so different? But with time, I learned to embrace it. Who needs shitty friends when you can have parties b
|Dawn| The dawn approaches.|Dawn|1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The light of a new day shining against the shedding past of yesterday. I should have been happy. Yes, I should have been. A new day had come and the old was gone, but why then do I feel this ache? Perhaps maybe it was the cold or the fact that I woke up earlier than I should have. But no. The cold that wrapped it's icy tendrils around me was hardly of any nuisance and certainly waking up is far better than never waking up at all.
Perhaps, maybe, I thought, because I was still me.
The Ultimate RPG Experience (Video Game GT/GTS RP)Welcome to the lush and beautiful lands of Enjeru Kai bājon 1. 0: Sekai no kyodai on'na , a world of exploration, strength and adventure await you. Beautiful scenery, secrets on every level and the power of size alteration effects those that can accept the challenge! Once you enter into the world of Gaia, you'll never want to quit, now go! Face off against the giant bosses and make your way to the end to face off against the Void Mistress!The Ultimate RPG Experience (Video Game GT/GTS RP)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Rules of the RP:
This is an Open World RP, upon spawning your created character can head anywhere within the world. The levels will be easy or hard depending on how you do them or what the order of levels you do is. However, should you want to get the proper experience it's recommended to go the normal wayIt's also recommended that you make a female character seeing as this is a GTS RP, be sure to use this skeleton sheet below that I have taken from another RP that belonged to :iconChaosKnightXZ:Male Characters are indeed available f
Grasping FrequenciesImagine sitting in the middle of an office, huddled in your little alcove; it's nearly closing time but everyone's rushing about and they're moving so fast you only get shadow-images. Wispy echoes of where they are but the moment your eyes make out the image of a girl answering the phone, a man harriedly looking through papers, your boss knocking over a coffee cup, your workmate's fingers clawing her hair into tense locks... they're already gone. They're already somewhere else. And you're the only solid thing in this place, everyone else is like... a ribbon of fragments. Tangible frequencies. All pixels and atoms streaking through the universe at hyperspeed. And you're so solid, so tightly held together by whatever it is that binds your micro-pieces that you're heavy. So immeasurably heavy and slow and cold. As if underneath your wrapping of skin and flesh, is a smooth carving of white marble. Everyone and everything is coming apart, moving in fast-forward to their individual ends. AndGrasping Frequencies2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This