The MockingbirdDoctor, do you have a minute to spare?The Mockingbird6 minutes 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
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 5PM27 minutes 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
CHAPTER 2: Alice's plan For the rest of the day, I refused to make eye contact with the demon king. And at last the final bell rang indicating the end of the school day. I was waiting for Alice near the school gates to go home together, and she was taking forever. This was bad for two reasons:CHAPTER 2: Alice's plan50 minutes ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. The longer it took her to show up, the longer it took me to go home, and play otome games.
2. It was a million degrees below zero.
Tzzzzzz! My phone started to vibrate in my pocket, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was a text from Alice. I opened the phone and started to read.
“Sorry. I can’t walk home with you today, and you’re welcome. ” So basically, I got stood up... in the cold... with no PSP to entertain me... Yup, Alice is dead, and what did she mean by you’re welcome anyway? Before I could come up with an answer, he appeared before me. The demon king.
He opened his mouth to speak, and I expected a witty remark, or to be called a stupid otaku. Instead w
ZivatarAkkor kezdett az eső szakadni, amikor a busz elhagyta az állomást. Jóhiszemű ember azt gondolhatta volna, hogy a zsebkendőmmel integetek a távozók után, de valójában az öklömet ráztam, bosszúságomban. Sötét, nehéz, nem forró, de nem is hideg éjszaka, leültem a váróteremben olvasni, és akkor kezdett rá. Nagy, kövér cseppekben, széles, lapos pettyeket hagyott az aszfalton, susogott hozzá. Odafenn megkezdődött az égiháború, mintha minden mennydörgések istenei egymással birkóztak volna egy barátságos mérkőzésen. A sötét ég egy-egy röpke pillanatra kivilágosodott, hol fehérre, hol szürkére, néha még kékre és zöldre is. Mély morgó hang követte a fényjátékot. Újabb busz állZivatar7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
VACATION TIME!!! XDI won't be on for a while, but when ingest back I will reply to notes and comments!VACATION TIME!!! XD10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ps: My love (Lily XD), be a prancing gazelle, with a mustache! PEOPLE ALWAYS BE PRANCING GAZELLES WITH MUSTACHES!! Be fabulous guys!~ <3
Dimmest light in the dark roomA ray of light fills the beige room that was filled with boxes. Sapphire eyes opened and removed the sheets and went to their own private bathroom. A female german with short wavy hair that was painted various shades of blue belonged to those eyes. She was about to prepare when someone yelledDimmest light in the dark room17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"YOKURO GET UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY!"
"I'm was already up like 5 minutes ago Anya!"
My White MonsterMy White Monster22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As a child, I've always hated leaving doors open. It was always a thing that I just couldn't stand. I guess I always figured that if the door was open, someone had the potential to pop out at anytime. No where was this fear more prominent than in my own house. More specifically, the door that leads into the upstairs bathroom. It was located just at the top of the stairs. And right across from it, my bedroom. When the sun was up, this was the bathroom that I always preferred. The one downstairs always used to freak me out seeing as how it was at the top of the stairwell that lead to the basement. The lights were always out down there and it was just creepy looking down those steps. Even though i hated it, i had to look. Had to make sure that nothing was coming up the steps. The bathroom upstairs however, was just always my favorite. In the morning anyway. At night, I avoided that room like the plague. I would only go in there in the event of a emergency where I couldn't hold my little b
Because of Homestuck...Hello! I saw a post by http://saevuswinds.deviantart.com/ that made me want to do one of theseBecause of Homestuck...1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Because of Homestuck (created by Andrew Hussie), I now..
- run away from buckets or giggle hysterically when anyone holds one up
- use irony a whole lot more
- Have over thirty-three new inside jokes. And counting.
- say "all the (blank). All of it" waaaaaaaay too much.
- when I want to exaggerate something in a text or email, I use eight of the same letter. Like the example above >;;;;D
- type in L33TSP34K a lot >:] (thanks TZ)
- I almost never curse, but when I do it under my breath, I normally say "f***a$$". Thanks, Karkat!
- sing the Squiddles Song in the car. Or to my friends. Or in class. Or... nevermind....
Through my eyes. 9th grade is a time when your world get a little bigger. The past is the past, now I'm going to be more responsible for my life.Through my eyes. 2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
CHAPTER 1: A Nap to Remember “NO!” I suddenly yelled, grabbing the entire class’ attention.CHAPTER 1: A Nap to Remember2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Let me guess,” My best friend Alice started. “You have been playing otome games all night long in pursue of a certain guy. And now when you were finally about to beat his route, your PSP’s battery died on you.” Ouch! She he the nail on the head, though it was to be expected. After all Alice was not only my best friend, but also the class genius.
“Awww, what’s wrong otaku? Virtual boyfriend dumped you?” Asked a smug voice from behind. Oh joy! If it wasn’t bad enough I had to drag myself out of school with zero hours of sleep only to have my PSP fail me, I now had to go into boss battle. I swiftly turned around, finding myself face to face with the demon king. Also known as Erik.
My rivalry with Erik first started in kinder garden when he called otome games “lame”, and then proceeded to throw my game in the school foun
Maria and Tonya: HeatwaveMaria & Tonya: HeatwaveMaria and Tonya: Heatwave2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A college couple are stuck in a studio apartment with 100 degree heat. No this isn’t the start to a joke, or a porno. There’s other places you can get your jollies. This isn’t one of them.
The painter, a curly brunette named Maria, is in a sports bra and gym shorts while the other, a fashion designer named Tonya, is simply just wearing a tank-top and short shorts. The only thing they had to combat the weather was a two foot cubical fan.
“Maria!” Tonya whined laying on the wooden floor. “Put down the book and go get me an ice-cream bar.” Well, the fan and food that will give you diabetes. The older of the couple looked away from her book and down from her spread out position on the couch.
“Here I thought you were a sophisticated lady.” Maria said with an exhausted expression.
Facedown with her raven hair sprawled out amongst the wrappers of her already consumed treats, “I am a lady. Now go get me somethi
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. Point and babbling as people walk past; he has an imaginary conversation with everyone. He lives in his own little world, surrounded by the interactions of another. While some pause only briefly at his attempts communicate, others stop and comment on his appearance and actions, referring to them as ‘adorable’. I cannot help that my child has an outgoing personality, but he knows he is cute and is not afraid to use it to make someone’s day.Being His Mom3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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 above average for babies in various respects. We certainly don’t flaunt it, but when my little boy is more outgoing than I, it is often hard to stay out of those sorts of conversations. Of course I am biased, being his mother, but my
Good afternoon, I am here to do your test....When I first began.Good afternoon, I am here to do your test....3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I came out of the academy a trained newly minted officer of the law.
My first station was in Dallas.
We were the friendly few who processed folks for their driver licenses.
Everything from processing the meager paperwork to joyfully jumping into the passenger seat to evaluate a driver.....who yesterday was sitting on a camel in Egypt and thought cars were a satanic evil.
I would gladly jump in and ride with any one at any time.
We all had a fatalistic out look.
Most tests were normal. Kids fresh out of drivers education. Yeah, that will really teach you how to drive.
I would sit in my seat watching as we would approach a big stop sign.
The driver anxiously glancing at me as I sat behind my Ray Bans with all my finery on looking but not looking.
Zoooommmm. Not even the remotest hesitation or slow.
I would go....."At the next corner turn left....." that was the head back to the office direction. Test is over.
On our debrief I would ask....."Why did you
Routine, RoutineGod, I'm tired... Why am I so tired?Routine, Routine4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This isn't my phone, where is my phone?
Can't find any of my clothes... Did he even wash my clothes?
Why would he ever wash my stuff?
Keys, keys keys...
I hate these shoes. Why do they always smell so bad?
Not like my socks are ever clean. What about those other shoes?
Is it raining? No... It's not raining. These shoes are fine.
Keys, keys, keys...
Don't forget to change the battery. Can't forget.
I need my jacket. But it's already hot outside...
I really need to stop hiding my body image issues with a jacket.
Door. Door. Lock the fucking door.
I hate stairs... One, two, six, twelve, twenty four, thirty five.
Thirty five. I counted wrong.
Keys, keys, keys... Where are my keys?
One, two, six, eleven, twenty eight, thirty six. Thirty six.
Should've locked the door. I never lock the door...
Keys, keys, keys... In my hand. Great.
One, two, eight, nineteen, twenty, thirty five.
Thirty five. Which one did I miss?
Keys. I have my keys. Unlock the door.
Standard Hellenic Ritual PrimerStandard Hellenic Ritual PrimerStandard Hellenic Ritual Primer4 days 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
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 Nights4 days 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
The push to be the minorityI read some demisexual posts recently and it concerns me. There are posts about how demisexuality is rare, not included in sexuality posts, and not included in LGBT pride. I feel like people are digging holes for themselves.The push to be the minority4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It makes me regret coining idemromantic. Idemromantic isn't as old or popular as demisexual, but I worry that it will get popular enough for comments like those. I really hope people aren't gonna say they want idemromantic visibility. It's literally a word I made up a year ago. Of course only a small number of people are going to know about it. It's not an actual problem. It isn't oppressed. It has nothing to do with homophobia, heterosexism, LGBT. Straights can be idemromantic. Having less mushy romantic feelings than other people doesn't make someone less straight.
Which is not to say people can't have problems due to being this way. I've come across my fair share of off comments against people who can't clearly tell the difference between romantic and platonic f
DreamThere were three girls that were talking to me and my sister, their skin was a dark brown and their hair all a pure black. The first one had two large puff-balls of hair to either side of her head. The second, braids, long ones that ran down to her back. The third and final girl wore her hair a simple fro, with a headband to keep the hair out of her eyes.Dream4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After a while, my sister left to do something, leaving me to do the construction work that she had previously been helping with. Barely a minute after, all three girls followed her.
I finished whatever we were doing by myself, and then went to look for her. I found them in one of the girls hotel rooms, they were all talking. Ignoring the fact that my sister had left me with all of the work I spoke with a smile.
“Hey ‘Saddies, I was looking for you.” The room went deathly silent. “What were you doing that took so long?” They all looked at each other before one of the girls started spea
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)4 days 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
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.Wicked4 days 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
Weekly DraftsI felt like the song "Reve" by Vangelis went well with many of these drafts, so if you're interested, you should try reading this with the song playing in another tab.Weekly Drafts5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Like leaves in the wind, my memories fly away from me in the dry autumn air. My mind is numb as my hands, and my heart is as still as my body frozen in a state of consternation. Only the small speck that was once as tall as me appeared as small as an ant in the hazy distance, taking not only a package full of clothing, but also my heart as she walked to the nearby bus stop. I could only spit out a silent farewell to the one source of white to my pitch black world.
It was all so strange. I had always wanted to be in the streets of a city among other constellations of life, underneath a sky not lit by stars, but by the intoxicating lights of the city. I sought
New Sonic Comics Fanvidhttps://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=6honjDJkWCENew Sonic Comics Fanvid5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
DissonanceHe watched as she wept. It was unnervingly silent as she tried to stifle her sobs which made the whole scene even more heart wrenching. As the silent tears made their way down her cheeks, reminiscent of stars falling from the sky, there was nothing more at that moment he wished for than the ability to recall what was once lost.Dissonance5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Yet, he was but just a mere human. Strong and weak. Powerful and powerless. All embodied in a single shell. Mortality, at moments like these would always be disdained, raged at. As as with mortality, comes certain limitations which includes the access to divine powers that he yearned for at this moment. Afterall, he was but just merely mortal. One who could only watch on helplessly as life continues around him.
He rubbed her back in calming circles while muttering soothing nothings in her ear. It seemed, for a moment that they were the only two people in the world, or perhaps the universe, even though it would be more precise to say that they were the only two i