Fires A hundred years ago my grandfather fought monsters in his head. When my grandmother met him, she swore to the heavens to rid him of those monsters. My grandmother lit a match, threw the match into his head, and closed the lid.Fires1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But the fire never went out.
Grandfather produced a fiery bunch of generations, those with wicked tongues and wild hair but eyes as blue as the sea. Every child was born with wanderlust and a lust for words. Every adolescent looked like trouble but was really the smartest in the class. All part of the plan, grandfather would say.
They say I’m the last one left though, because those fiery generations are burning out. Now, most of the family is nothing more than ashes inside empty shells. My mother says I’m nothing like my father’s father, that instead I take after my mother’s mother. I insist not, because I’
TG Twin Brother to Big Sister (RQ)TG Twin Brother to Big Sister (RQ)3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Its my turn, mommy said it was!" "I'm not done yet!!" Billy said before shoving Halley out of the room. "I'm telling!!" Halley yelled from behind the door. Halley was indeed fed up with her brother. They be twins of the same age, but they were clearly not alike, especially when sharing things. Billy would always hog everything to himself and never let Halley have a turn or join in. Since their mom bought them guitar hero, Billy would play it almost everyday without giving Halley a turn or even joining in together. Then just the other day, Billy would get mad that he was not able to play a song properly (its on easy kid how hard can it really be) and broke there only guitar for the game. So this made their mommy have to go out a purchase a new one. Unfortunately every store she visited did not sell just the guitar until she found a small looking store in the more shadier part of town and purchased one there. It was an unusual piece but as long as it worked, nothing would be wrong. Well
bad habits die hardyou've put yourself below me again today, sprawling out on the floor like some tired, over-worked beast of burden. your collar is damp with spit, like always, and it puts my mind back several years; i'm seven, maybe eight, and my parents are packing me into the old, canary yellow monaro with a little suitcase and a fat, neon rabbit with ratty ears and one lime green foot.bad habits die hard4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
they drive me out to an old, derelict building in silence. one of the windows is down in the car and the wind is coming in and pushing my hair across my face: except for one lock on the left side of my face, it's completely blonde. the car rumbles to a halt in the dusty car park and i reach up, twist the lock around my finger and put it in my mouth. i don't want to be here.
they unload my little suitcase and open my door, urging me to get out. i do, slowly, my hair still in my mouth. they've told me that it's an orphanage, that i have to live here now because i won't stop chewing my hair and i'm too young, too naive t
my habit is rebellion and i'm hard-headedyou sit over me, twisting your blonde locks mindlessly, and i feel your grey eyes on me. for a second, i make eye-contact with you before i peer into the wrinkles of your ceiling, my shirt collar in-between my teeth, my nest of hair pushed into your hardwood floors. the sound of my plastic afro pick tapping against the floor puts my thoughts back to a year ago. not even 18 yet and i remember another december woman telling me that she doesn't care for men with long hair, she wants her men to look like men.my habit is rebellion and i'm hard-headed4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
amused or maybe bemused, i asked her to repeat herself. "i don't like my men with long hair. women are supposed to have long hair, i prefer my men clean cut. i really don't even care for beards." i can't help but laugh, i mean, she's never been that conservative in other parts of her life (much to my chagrin), why is hair suddenly a thing? habitually, i run my hand through my hair that wasn't very long then, only a few weeks following my monthly haircut. she liked me clean-cut and i l
Great-Aunt Sandra's colon and the Middle East.I’ve always held it against my grandmother,Great-Aunt Sandra's colon and the Middle East.2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
the fact that she was always so involved in family life,
however, completely unversed in everything else.
I could ask her about the Middle East,
I could ask her about the Ebola scare,
I could ask her about the recent threats of warfare;
In all of these instances,
she would inveterately revert back to asking if I had heard the big news,
Great-Aunt Sandra is constipated.
The tailspin would begin, as my grandmother threw clothes in a bag,
threatening a drive to Dayton to care for her poor sister.
This is, obviously, a sign of colon problems.
I’d remark something sarcastic and be reprimanded for it,
probably something about how she is always a pain in my ass.
That’s not funny.
Her mother’s sister, Pegi Sue Anne, had colon cancer.
The family would be meeting later that day to discuss funeral arrangements of my dear great-aunt.
Of course, a day later, Great-Aunt Sandra finally shit,
which was enough t
Tickle Torturing My Neighbor Part 2 1⃣ ✅Tickle torturing my neighbor Mike part 2Tickle Torturing My Neighbor Part 2 1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's been a while since I've tickled my neighbor Mike. But I decided that the time had come to approach him again to see if you would be up for another tickling session. As he was outside one day raking leaves, I decided to strike up a conversation with him. The conversation didn't last long before I asked how he felt about being tickled again. Mike looked at me and his eyes were almost shining.
"You'd do that for me?" He asked.
I told him that I would be more than happy to tickle him again, however this time I would focus only on his feet. Mike smiled and we chose the next morning as the time that I would go tickle him. I arrived at his house probably the next morning with a few tickle tools in my hand. I brought the usual hairbrush, feather and Velcro. I also brought along some shoe string to tie his toes. And Mike told me to use some of his blankets to tie his ankles together. Mike's parents just left for work and Mike answer
Vita da Dalton - Un'avventura... glacialeCAPITOLO 1 - Il lago gelatoVita da Dalton - Un'avventura... glaciale2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
> chiamò Jack, le mani a coppa attorno alla bocca, nel tentativo di amplificare la propria voce. “Dove si cacciata, quella ragazza?” si domandò.
> esclamò ad un tratto una voce.
> esclamò l'uomo a sua volta, guardandosi intorno >
Lui corse nella direzione dalla quale proveniva la voce della sorella, sollevando piccoli mucchi di neve al suo passaggio. Improvvisamente vide la ragazza, in piedi in una radura.
> esclamò >
Lei sorrise >
Jack osservò con più attenzione, e vide che la sorella era in piedi sopra una superficie liscia e lucida. Poi, con orrore, si rese conto che si trattava della superficie ghiacciata di una lago. > disse, in tono concitato.
La ragazza scosse la testa > E batté piano un piede a terra per dimostrarglielo.
Lui mosse qualche passo verso di lei, fermandosi appena prima di posare piedi sulla superficie di ghiaccio. >
Niky alzò gli occhi al cielo > sbuffò > esclam&
My advice sex positive egalitarians out there To all sex positive egalitarians out there, do not let 3rd wave fems speak it for you. You have the right to defend male sluts. ^_^My advice sex positive egalitarians out there 1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Bakery Weight GainThis is a true weight gain story. If you don't like it, don't read it.Bakery Weight Gain1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I met her, she was around 5’2”, and about 115 lbs. She wasn’t extremely skinny, just not exactly chubby either. Then she got a job and a car, so she had some money a freedom. With those came her own food choices. Soon she was having DDs for breakfast every day, and was going out to meals with friends all the time. She also was much less active because of her car. Although she only gained a few pounds, her body changed a lot. The muscle she had dwindled away, replaced with a coating of soft fat. Most of it went to her already large butt and thighs, and some went to her love handles. Prom came around, and this was the first time she really felt her gain. Her dress was bought a while ago, and was much tighter than it was when she originally bought it. She was now around 122 lbs.
However, the gain didn’t stop there. The summer came, and with it more sitting
Liongirl I have the soul of a lion.Liongirl3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes I sit on my bedroom floor and cry, reflecting on how crazy my life’s been, through the ups and downs and inside outs. I bite my lip and write, because my salty tears need paper to land on.
I’ve always wanted to visit the sea, ‘cause my life swims beneath the waves while my head plays above the clouds where stars string themselves from the lights of Heaven. I may have my feet on the ground, but I’m actually light-years away, floating in the welcoming sea.
When I was a child, I learned that rough behavior was the way of a lioness. My pride was always fighting with each other; my father wrecked the house and left, leaving mother on the ground, eyes glazed over with what could have been; what could have been? My mother wasn’t always distant, but when her temptations intrigued her more than m
The ''Dream within a Dream'' dreamThe "Dream within a dream" dream. (In the order experienced)The ''Dream within a Dream'' dream2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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My dream started out in this car...it felt like spring or summer and we were blockaded in the middle of this city street. I was with one heavy-set blonde girl at the drivers seat with TONS of cans of yellow monster around her area and one dark brown haired skinnier girl with a curly ponytail, both seeming to be in their 30s. They were washing their windows and an angry mob was around them. I got a very bad vibe about the ladies and suddenly the blonde lady said, "Let's wash it with pig's blood next." Sure enough, their windshield was covered in thick red chunks, and the crowd outside of us yelled and booed. Shortly after, "We did pigs blood. Now some cow's blood." and sure enough, there comes the red wiping fluid. I was calm, but on the inside I needed to escape. These ladies were fucking nuts. Eventually they began to drive through the crowd and had accepted me as one of them for some reason, so I conned them into
Never Alone There have been many times in my life when I have stood on the very precipice of depression. There have been days when I wanted to go over the edge and never come back. On days like those, there was only one thing that kept me from going over – my friends. My friends, who would pull me away from the edge. My friends, who would hold and comfort me until my tears stopped flowing. My friends, who would build a wall to keep out the hateful words and scornful laughter of our peers. My friends have always been there for me, to keep me from giving up. Without my friends, my life would not have been worth living. I had many friends who loved and cared about me, and for that, I will never be able to thank them enough.Never Alone3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My friends were a kind smile and a warm hug whenever it was needed. They saw the good in me when everyone else saw only fit to make fun of me. They were a laugh that always ch
How To Work Weekends Let your mom wake you up at eight a.m. even though that’s an ungodly hour for a Saturday. Don’t expect to actually leave “earlier than last time”—she’ll be running five minutes late, as usual. Immediately when you walk through the salon door, if you haven’t got mini donuts to set on a tray at the front desk, power-walk to the back and let the hellos pour out of you in the direction of anyone who catches your eye; it doesn’t matter if they hear you or not.How To Work Weekends1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The most important thing to remember is that there’s never nothing to do. You’ll hear it from your mom/boss a lot, especially if she catches you reading magazines at the nail stations. When in doubt, refer to the handy yellowed list she made for the incompetent girl who occasionally fills in for you: empty the garbage cans, sweep, change the barbicide, sweep, answer the phones, dust the inventory, sweep, refill the soap in the bathroom, keep the la
Let me see...Let me see just what you will mean to me. I do not know yet, but maybe with time we will become friends. Become enemies, perhaps. Or maybe we will never see each other again. We may never think of each other again, or be forever in each other’s thoughts. We may be the embodiment of beauty, or the embodiment of ugliness.Let me see...2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Milosc od psaMiłość od psaMilosc od psa3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Opowiedzieć chciałabym historię miłosną
co za serce ściska mnie.
Wydarzyło się to wczesną wiosną,
gdy w tamtym parku jeszcze leżał śnieg.
Szła ona z parasolem w ręku
pędził on, goniąc swego psa.
Nagle popchnął ją z tego rozpędu,
potem cały na nią padł.
Strumień z wolna sunął obok,
Obmywał lśniące kamienie.
Słyszała motylich skrzydeł trzepot,
oraz jego serca brzmienie.
I wtedy zrodziło się uczucie,
delikatne i niezrozumiałe,
niczym jakieś nagłe ukłucie,
tylko bardziej wspaniałe.
Zakochali się w sobie zupełnie,
pokochała też jego psa.
Zdobyli potem wspólne mieszkanie
i złote pierścionki dwa.
Short story about FriendshipToday I was reunited with an old friend, whom I haven't heard from in a long time. I had previously been nervous to approach her, scared I'd make mistakes and be pushed away again, like I had so many times before.Short story about Friendship1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Her words, as always, spoke of hope and light in a time of darkness, and although I had forgotten some, it was not as much as I'd feared. She was sweet and forgiving, and her voice brought back memories of pain and sadness, sleepless nights when I'd go to her in tears and she'd whisper reassurance to me, magic and perseverance, and honey-colored sunsets in Cortona.
We talked until my mouth knew all the words again, until again I knew all the colors in her eyes. She was always so kind. When the rest of the world was crumbling into dust, she stood strong and held me close whilst I cried.
I wondered why I'd ever left her.
Maybe, after I could stand again, I simply didn't need to go to her so often.
And so we went our separate ways. I made new friends.
She waited for me.
I hope w
10 Months My father lost his freedom on my birthday. Scars of his past were splattered upon the walls of so-called Justice, weighed by the judge not even the lion in the sky could tackle that day. My day.10 Months2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I walked down a wooden floor that creaked like bones breaking, breaking bones like my mother said he broke. To the right sat my blades and to the left sat my bandages. They knew what I was going to say. I knew what I was going to say. If I didn’t say it, my blades were going to cut me. They were gonna threaten to take me and make me bleed.
So I told them lies against God and discovered just how evil lawyers could be. When I got up in the chair, my mother stared at me with a gaze of ice and my bandages gave me looks as though they understood what would happen if I told the truth. Truth, a word that I wasn’t allowed to say.
I wanted to tell them how m
Passion to Create (Please Read)Passion to Create (Please Read)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I know I should've written this in like a journal or whatever, but I feel like I want to get this out there. It's now 12:07 AM by the time I'm writing this on what's now Wednesday February 25th, 2015. I was trying to get some sleep earlier, but I've been having these thoughts come across my mind that I feel like I want to share. It concerns on what I do, both in terms of drawing and MMD, but I’ll be mostly covering on the topic of my artwork. I know I’ve already discussed about these topics before, but I think this is somewhat different than what I’ve talked about and what I’ve done before.
In the past, I’ve always taken on certain projects like making webcomics and trying to write stories, and that’s something I’ve been trying to do with Shadowed Lights the last few years. I’ve always gone way over my head on what I did back then. I have a history of starting stories, but I never got around to finishing them, nor was I anywhere near endi
Tickle Torturing Michael Part 7 2⃣ ✅Tickle Torturing Michael Part 7Tickle Torturing Michael Part 7 5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For someone like me, one of the greatest things in the world is when somebody that I love to tickle will actually ask me to tickle them. This just so happened to be the case with Michael. But there was a small story behind it. I'll just skip right over all of that, and basically tell you that Michael's conditions were he wanted me to tickle him but only on 1 foot.
He did not specify a time limit, all you said is that I could only tickle one of his feet. Normally this would be a tough decision, but I knew that Michael's right foot was his sweet spot. So I decided to gather some tickle tools and get ready. I got a hairbrush, my normal piece of Velcro, and a feather. I told Michael to lay down on his bed. Michael wore shoes on both of his feet. He extended both of his feet out in front of him and said:
"Pick one foot and then I'll keep my other foot close to me so you don't try anything!"
Without saying a word, I gently held his right ankle
Experience of a lifetime Request forDragonseeker26Experience of a LifetimeExperience of a lifetime Request forDragonseeker262 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The golden letterbox flap clatter a few times as a bunch of envelopes dropped onto the bristle’s of a brown mat. A cute girl with a slim hourglass figure and legs that went beyond heaven walked down the stairs towel drying her brown locks and scoped up the envelopes. One of these envelopes in particular was bright pink which was the first she opened.
She pulled out a small pink and white card with “To my special daughter on your 20th Birthday” and pretty flowers designs covering both sides of the card , smiling she opened the card and a small piece of paper floated out of the card.
“To Katie, hope you enjoy your present and have a good day, Love from Mum and Dad”
Katie chuckled to herself as she bent down and picked up the piece of paper.
“Congratulations on your price of one day to swim with dolphins at Westland’s Aquatic Park. Please present this slip to a member of staff before 5pm on the 16th February 2014 to
Dragon TearsDragon Tears2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Southeast Asia. 77 million B.C.
Sand. As far as the eye can see. Piled in assorted numbers of hilly dunes. Virtually barren. Save for sparse, dry branches that remained of shrubs standing amongst the occasional scattered bones in a wide depression among the dunes, remnant of what was once an oasis – filled with water and teeming with life. Now all that remains are dried vegetation and the remains of animals that once thrived from this watering hole and perished with its disappearance.
And a little, furry mammal. Scurrying amongst the decayed debris, in search of its next meal.
The mammal hops off a dead branch, its tiny feet a blur as it races across the sand before suddenly halting all its movements. Except for the twitching of its nose, scrunching up as the mammal sucks up air through its nostrils.
There it is. It is faint, but the scent is undoubtedly present. The mammal scurries again in the direction of this inviting sensation to its olfactory
A weird dreamWe were in a large apartment building, the upper floors had many rooms. I myself had a room across from my girlfriends and the hallway led out into a art gallery and a theatre section. The place was fairly blue, it had light blue wallpaper with blue polka dots all over the place. In my girlfriends room she had two beds and multiple paintings in the room. The two beds were on the left side of the room from the door. On the right there was a dresser and a Tv the far wall was a large window. The one painting that stood out was the one near the door, a corgi with two other furries with it. A corgi with maybe six boobs or more(I know this is ridiculous) and one of the furries was groping a boob.(And my girlfriend had the tv on, other stuff went on but I don't feel like writing it down)A weird dream3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I went over to my room, small with one bed, nice carpet. A desk but no tv. After I went outside I headed to the art gallery with my girlfriend. We looked at all the strange paintings and it became apparent I
Vita da Dalton - Un'avventura... glaciale PARTE 2CAPITOLO 2 - Siamo con teVita da Dalton - Un'avventura... glaciale PARTE 22 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Joe guardava fuori dalla finestra, preoccupato. Era passata più di un'ora da quando Jack era uscito per andare a cercare Niky, e i due on erano ancora tornati.
> borbottò, studiando il limitare del bosco con aria attenta.
William gli si avvicinò ordinò William, ed il fratello obbedì.
William portò la ragazza nel salotto, e la depose piano sul tappeto, di fronte al camino acceso.
Joe e Jack lo raggiunsero e lo aiutarono a liberarla del cappotto bagnato.
Jack e Joe le tolsero i vestiti fradici, lasciandole la sottoveste, mentre William corse in cucina. Tornò poco dopo, portando una coperta e una bacinella piena d'acqua calda, e posò il tutto sul tappeto, accanto alla ragazza.
Joe avvolse la sorella nella coperta, e la strinse a sé, mentre i gemelli iniziarono a bagnarle le braccia e le gambe, nel tentativo di riscaldarla.
> chiamò Joe dolcemente, carezzandole il viso. >
La ragazza socchiuse gli occhi > mormor
Good bye Montu Oum.Beacon academy was quiet, no light were on, no students or teachers present. They were all in the Forever Fall Forest, during one of the saddest times in Beacon's history. A man with a cane steped onto the podium. "I'm not here to offer comfort, or to lessen our grief. I'm only here to present the facts, Monty Oum, the founder of Beacon and Signil academy and my best friend, who made me the way I am, made all of us the way we are, though he may be dead lives on in each of us, and as long as we carry on and our tale is still being told, he will never die." The man, Professor Ozpin was the headmaster of Beacon.Good bye Montu Oum.1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A girl went up next her name was Ruby Rose, leader of team RWBY. "I didn't know Monty very well, but he was still important to me, without him I wouldn't be learning to be a huntress, none of us would be learning to be hunters or huntresses. And I speak from experience, I know what it's like to loose someone who was a parent to you, I lost my mom when I was young. And we sho