DaydreamEyes closed, the world shuts down...Daydream1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
LavenderThere's a beggar who sits at the corner of the street where I pass everyday. She's old and wrinkled, and a little child usually sits on her lap and calls her grandma. It's freezing this winter, but she's always in this long worn out, crimson gown and a thin head cover, sometimes a knitted, old jacket, but the child wears a pink coat that looks kinda warm.Lavender1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Everyday this woman and child sit through hours of people walking by begging for some money to buy some food.
The child is barely four.
the woman is possibly sixty, yet she has enough reasons to make the little child laugh, every single day.
circa 2002may, 2013.circa 20022 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
it's raining. or maybe not. maybe it just rained or is just about to start– i never really know, can't pinpoint exactly what's happening, can't hold space in my hands.
but i know that my mother is a drunk.
i am sixteen and my heart is pounding; i just smoked my last cigarette and i can taste it in between my teeth, my hands are wet. it's raining. maybe. i'm crying, i'm not, i am sixteen and surviving.
he stands by the bridge, his hands resting on the guard rail. i ask him if it's raining, i'm never sure and he knows that, but he doesn't hear me and kisses me instead. never just a peck. always warm, welcoming, teeth-clicking kisses. his breath tastes the way poems do: bitter/like smoke/little words eating at your fucking burns/vodka?
are you drunk it wasn't a question. i was all out
Star light, star bright"Where did I go wrong? You were such a lively and loving boy," she said, as she threw her hands in the air, clearly giving up. Her words were cut and stuttered here and there through tears and sobs; Eyes bloodshot and spilling water like bloated clouds. "You didn't even have imaginary friends as a kid, you used to name the stars and talk to them every night. You'd chronicle your days of helping wounded birds, putting my change in the red kettles during Christmas, volunteering at community events and dragging me along, all to your twinkling friends in the sky you named KeeKee and CooKoo."Star light, star bright1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My grandma spit words at me like daggers. Meaning to draw blood, but only in forced defense from the daggers I threw first.
"I was given such an angel who would do anything for anyone, but I ruined that, somehow," She cried. "You've become this cold, careless statue that seems to get off on hurting everyone around you. You know exactly what to say to break someone and you hold onto it, until the
A story about a storySix words only. A full story.A story about a story1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A Day at the RacesA Day at the RacesA Day at the Races3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The young dark brown haired girl tore up her betting slip in frustration as the horse she backed, “Lucky Days” crossed the line in stone dead last.
She got up and walked away huffing and puffing.
Her name was Jenny, Miss Jenny Simmons, 22, she smoothed out her white dress and began to make her way towards the exit but stopped as she passed “Lucky Days” stable.
His owner had just walked him back to his stable for a well earned rest and drink.
She walked over slightly staggering in her white heels, “Lucky Days” poked his muzzle out of the stable, Jenny began to pet him but under her breath she muttered,
“I could do a better job than you, if I was a horse” she chuckled to herself as she back away from the stable.
At that point she shuddered if someone had just walked over her grave but before she could speak or say anything, she heard a faint ripping sound coming from underneath her dress, looking round she saw one of the
MoodelMoodelMoodel2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The brown dressing door slammed shut as a young blonde teenager walked towards the set but to her surprise the set was just a large barn.
“What’s this?” the blonde teenager called out in disgust.
“Why Jessica, it’s your new advert!” replied her agent.
But before Jessica could reply and argue, the studio assistant lead her towards dressing rooms on the opposite side of the studio/
Ten minutes later she emerged from the room to find the studio abandoned, only the barn set stood in the middle of the studio.
Jess, thought it was just a joke and willingly walked into the barn but that was empty apart from the large pile of hay and a long rope tied to a post.
Suddenly with a loud bang the door shut and vanished,
Jessica was about to call out for help when she felt her denim shorts getting tighter around her waist, looking down Jess could see something growing outwards from just above her crotch. With a loud pop her zipper seam and button popped off
MUTO ConjectureMUTO: Theories on their biology and ecological role based on conjectureMUTO Conjecture1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In prehistory, the MUTOs lived in rocky areas (mountain ranges, canyons, craters...), which explains their hooked appendages (evolved in order to cling to stone outcroppings). Like some insects and birds-of-prey, the male would fly out to go hunting down radiative kaiju while the female would stay by the nesting site to protect the territory // her eggs/young.
The white underbelly of the male MUTO could be a result of adaptive camouflage to the cloudy sky, from which they would drop down into herds of actinovorous (radiation-eating) kaiju during their mating season. These kaiju would have an electromagnetism-based secondary nervous system which allows them to send signals throughout the body to regenerate damaged tissue or to use bioluminescence to attract a mate. The MUTO's armor, being angular, would scatter the EMP over their prey and turn off the regenerator systems of their prey and disorienting the herd. Stab
The Greatest Game RP (GTS)Welcome to Arukana Dai on'na Sekai a world of exploration, beautiful scenery, secrets on each level, and the power of growth not only effects the females but also the world. Once you go inside this wonderful world you'll never want to leave.The Greatest Game RP (GTS)3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1) This is a open world RP that means you can go anywhere you want to start. The levels will be easy or hard on how you do them. Though if you want to do it the proper way. Their will be a title that will give you a hint for which you have to go for a normal route.
2) You have to make a female character since this is a gts rp. Use this skeleton sheet for the character build up.
Age: (depending on the age you choose it'll be a RP easier or harder because this game is between T and M)
Hair: (you have to tell what color the hair is and how long it is like how long or short does the hair reach to)
Eyes: (you have to tell what color is the eyes each eye can be a different color if you want. make up is also allowed)
Breast Size: (You c
[DoW] Blizzards and Bears "Oh dear Starclan... Why did the temperature change so suddenly, Lunarnight? It seemed like yesterday greenleaf was still here, and now the blizzard that destroyed Frozenclan is now in Cloudclan!" Meowed Rainstar, talking to her Medicine Cat. Even though she was serious about it, the destruction of a clan isn't something to joke about; she always adds a slight teasing tune to her sentences, even in the worse moments. She has a gift to calm others down.[DoW] Blizzards and Bears1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"If only I knew the answer, Rainstar..." he calmly replied, stocking and sorting out herbs for the illness that may arise from the cold leafbare.
"Do you think you'll have enough herbs?" she asked, looking at each one of her medicine cat's movements. How can he remember all of these herbs, I could never do that... she silently wondered.
"Yes. Even though I can't have my den full of these, it'll be enough for all leafbare." he said, in his usual voice tone. W
Following EchoesMaybe it's something thatFollowing Echoes1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
doesn't need to be said.
Listening to memories, old songs
and voices being played in your head
If you're searching for someone
that will listen, don't rely on
the past, don't rely on
their mistakes. They're nobody
Their hearts don't work anymore
Pick up the pieces of your
broken eyes to find me
Pick up the pieces of my
broken eyes and sing
Light up the night with your voice
Your echoes will be a beacon
Guiding me to you.
Bringing me to your warmth.
Bringing me to your song
Don't stop singing.
I have to find you.
A Day of Tickling my NeighborA day of tickling for my neighbor Jacob.A Day of Tickling my Neighbor1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Okay to start off, I have a confession to make. On complete accident I tickled one of my victims to sleep. Or in this case they just passed out from the exhaustion. Normally I don't like to do this. I like to take it easy on the younger ones and then continue to tickle them in the future. Now I have no doubt that I will continue to tickle this next person, I will just have to be a bit more careful. But I'll be honest, what will happen to me sometimes is while I'm tickling somebody if I find multiple areas on your body that are extremely ticklish I like to exploit them. And the more extremely ticklish areas I found, the more I got distracted. And then eventually leads to nonstop tickle torture. But in my defense, I have tickled Michael so much that I am used to how much tickling he can take and I forget that some people can't take nearly as much tickling as he can. So if I were to ever tickle you and you were just a very ticklish person that had