Take TwoIn music, there is a certain progression that should be followed. (Well, in the Baroque and Classical era, anyway.) This progression goes something like this: I – IV – V – I. And it sounds something like this: home – moving away – longing for home – home. This is called an authentic cadence. You long for home; you return home.Take Two7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But there are other cadences, such as a deceptive cadence. It goes something like this: I – IV – V – vi. And it sounds something like this: home – moving away – longing for home – reflective melancholy… Wait what? It’s deceptive because you think you’d be going home, but you don’t. You end up feeling sad instead.
This is how I look at our situation. We fall in love – we move apart – we miss each other – wait what? What do you mean we don’t fall back in love? What an ugly twist.
Yeah, Mozart thought so too. That’s why every time he writes a
cursed shadows favorite songs10. carmina buranacursed shadows favorite songs7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
8.highway to hell
7. the benny hill theme
6.chords of life
5. welcome to rainbow
4. I will survive
3. the mortal kombat theme
2. I would walk 500 miles
1. tiny time- having a wonderful time
RonnieRonnie9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A call from the bus stop
pajama running. Cold.
Not there. Next road.
Sniffs groundwise mid traffic, cars swerve beepingly.
Lured back with cheese. Keeps running.
collarless. Scratched. Ribs.
Some junkie's discarding.
Run Mr dog.
Inside more cheese. He laps up my absent dog's water.
Strong and restless. Big head. Friendly.
Back out. No owner can be found.
'I saw a dog like that wandering about a few nights ago'
Thereafter apparent prostitutes are baffled by my dog based questions.
Inside he greets me excitedly. We play with Reggie's toys.
I rub his belly. He sooks. Then the humping starts.
Thoughts of experimental gayness evaporate. How unpleasant.
Barks. A finger is bitten excitedly.
Do I now have rabies? Oh dear.
His name is now Ronnie.
Walkies with makeshift lead.
He is our dog now.
Reggie won't like this. He doesn't get on well with others.
So much fucking humping. Too w
Saga Poniedzialku 13W piątek, o godzinie 16:08, jak w każdy piątek o godzinie 16:08 przepychałem się wśród tłumu czekającego na wejście do 50-osobowej puszki na kółkach, mającej wieźć mnie przez 58km do miejsca zwanego domem. Po wpłaceniu złotówek w liczbie dwunastu koła leniwie ruszyły z miejsca i zaczęły kierować swe obroty w kierunku przeciwnym do wyrastającej zewsząd miejskiej dżungli.Saga Poniedzialku 1311 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Byliśmy już przy ostatnim słupku oznaczającym przystanek, dzielącym teren zaasfaltowany od dzikiego, kiedy przez szklaną taflę okna dotarł do mnie widok, który całkowicie zamroził świat dookoła mnie.
Nic już dla mnie nie istniało. Tylko ja i tajemnicza kobieta siedząca na przystankowej ławie. Zostawiłem całą swoją rzeczywistość za plecami, wpatrując się w samotną s
In the Spirt (Halloween Theme TF- Woman to Wolf)In the SpiritIn the Spirt (Halloween Theme TF- Woman to Wolf)16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was Halloween once again, the sun was beginning to set and trick or treaters were beginning to descend on streets all were spooky costumes but not Laura Lawrence.
She was at home feeling drained beyond revival, work had been hard since the attack.
She rubbed her bandaged arm thinking back to the night in the park when a wild dog had attacked her and the bite scar she had received from it.
As the sun faded from the sky and the full moon began to rise up in the dark sky.
Lauren was just about to slip into her bed determined to try and get a goodnights sleep but before she could get to her bed she collapsed to her knees panting as everything bones and joints began to ache and crack.
Her spine violently snapped causing her to cry out in pain, she could feel every her spine click and cracking as if it was trying to realign itself or grow out of her body.
Laura gritted her teeth and muffled her cries as her spine pressed into her skin.
Beads of sweat began to drip from all o
My Box I guess if you want to know me, you could look at a stuff toy box. The outside is a bit plain. Nothing special about it. You look at it and it may have just a plain color like white, red, pink, or blue. Maybe there are two colors on the box or maybe even three. It may twinkle or may just be dark. There are words on the box that you can read easily to learn about the toy inside and what it can do. The outside is different shapes and in front is a clear plastic where you can see the stuffed toy bunny inside. The toy might have a pink bow on its ear or around its neck but that probably doesn’t matter to you. You just think the toy looks plain and that it might just be a little soft. If you turn the box around, it only changes a little. You look at it and judge if it’s a perfect box and wonder if the right toy is inside.My Box1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Homosexual's Agianst the world HomoSexual I have nothing against it nothing at all but society does because over the years Homosexual has been called so many names that kids now use those names as a Joke. To there friends but really just what those words hurt yes they hurt because image that your a Homosexual and you are being called the names a "Fag""Sin" other words that people call you . Why are they mad at you calling you names hurtful names huh ? Why are they mad that you are being yourself ? They are saying Homosexaul is Ruining married but really Hetersexual People are the ones getting the divorce rates higher each year also Kids are Killing there self because they are shame of themself for being A Homosexual parents are saying what did they do wrong ? You did nothing wrong it society who is getting into your kids minds and they are thinking all theses bad stuff that they repeat in there head "Homosexual is Wrong be Hetersexual it Right !!" So Homosexual People hind because they are scared for beiHomosexual's Agianst the world 1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Widow's PrideWidow’s PrideWidow's Pride2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Amy Westland, 35 had been trying to cope on her own for many months now but ever since that fateful day when she succumbed to her pride.
It all began days after her husband’s funeral; many of the farm hands had left since that fatal accident. Since then she had taken charge of the farm that once was run by her husband but there was one thing that sat on her mind every day.
She had never run the farm on her own, true is was a great achievement and she wanted to make her husband proud but running it solo was a hard job.
With her daughter helping out as much as she could and the remaining farm hands doing their best as well but in their honest opinion the farm wouldn’t survive under her hands.
It was a late Friday evening, Amy had gone down to her local pub, “The Bull’s Horns” for a few drinks but the minute she walked through the door she could hear people talking about her and the farm.
“The farm’s ruined” said one voic
Foggy-HeadedThe rattling breath of the air conditioning unit lofts chilled gusts on my bare arms, ignites a chill in my heart. My eyes glazed hours ago from the stark mixtures of ink on vellum and pixels glowing angrily, incessantly on screen. My mind is fogged and unfocused and days like today I doubt whether anyone is actually talking to me, so I listen only to the scrawl of my pen on paper and my joints popping their applause for choice movement.Foggy-Headed2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 8Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (City of Genova)Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 82 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Back at Genova, Clefable is walking around the guild building. He seems to be talking to himself. "(Sigh) I hope they're alright, they've been gone for at least a day now." Then he notices a carriage of goods being carried by a Weavile. Clefable looks at the carriage and notices Rioku and Lynda. "Oh sweet Arceus, they're safe." Clefable walks down some steps, and the Weavile stops near the steps where Clefable is at. "I assume the mission was a success?"
"Heck yeah it was! We had a bit of trouble with these two but we managed to make it out alive." Rioku said smiling.
Clefable looks at the back of the carriage and notices the Leavanny and Scizor, but wonders where the Scyther is. "Um… where is Scyther?" Clefable asked.
"Yeah, this is him." Lynda said pointing her paw at Alloy. "Scyther, who also calls himself Alloy now, evolved himself by using a Metal Coat Capsule. And for the rest of Team Gash, Kris was the only one left." Lynd
WC - 003 - A scene you've always wanted to writecf. commentaire de texte.WC - 003 - A scene you've always wanted to write3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
J’ai toujours voulu écrire quelque chose de percutant, mais on ne le choisit pas.
J’ai toujours voulu écrire quelque chose de magnifique, mais on ne le choisit pas.
J’ai toujours voulu écrire quelque chose de glauque, mais je n’y arriverais pas.
J’ai toujours voulu écrire quelque chose de drôle, mais je n’ai pas l’humour pour ça.
J’ai toujours voulu écrire des poèmes, mais je ne suis pas bonne à ça.
J’ai toujours voulu écrire quelque chose de bien, mais là non plus, je ne le choisis pas.
J’ai toujours voulu écrire quelque chose qui colle à ce que je suis, mais je ne le sais pas.
J’ai toujours voulu écrire quelque chose qui ferait rêver, mais ou est-ce que ça mènera ?
J’ai toujours voulu écrire, mais je ne suis pas fait pour ça.
Alors j’écris juste comme ça vient et je me dis
Agent X- Trials- Part 2Agent X- Trials-Part 2Agent X- Trials- Part 23 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Cindy had just left to meet Dan leaving Ellee to finish off her make-up but as she did she looked at a picture of her and Cindy together and sighed.
“Why it is Cindy’s always the pretty one!” she thought but then she looked at the vial of blue liquid that she had taken off of Cindy.
“I wonder....” she pondered, “If that inner beauty stuff works!”
Without another thought Ellee grabbed the vial and unscrewed the top and drank the blue liquid but whereas Cindy’s had a foul taste, Ellee’s had a sweet taste.
After taking the liquid she began to wonder how long the inner beauty would take to come out but she wouldn’t have long to wait.
As she stood up she walked over to her full body mirror and looked at herself in her scruffy blue tracksuit.
“I’ll have to get some better clothes when I have my inner beauty unleashed” she thought to herself as an itch began to develop on her back.
A thoughtA thought. A deep and well devised, thought. One which you've never experienced before. A thought so astonishing that you wonder to yourself;A thought3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“How could my brain come up with something so fantastic, so marvellous and yet suppress it within such a small organ as the one I possess?”.
You look around for a pen and paper, or something of equal value or use, so that you can write down this tremendous thought before it dissipates to nothingness.
You scan your surrounds hurriedly, with no success, and decide to head to another room.
The next room you enter comprises of several bookcases and an sublime, wooden desk, which, much to your delight, sits upon it a crisp, clean sheet of paper, beside which sits a wonderfully crafted, gold embellished pen.
Taking hold of the pen you place the nib down upon the paper, in preparation to compose your magnificent thought.
And then your mind goes blank.
“Now what was it?” you think to yourself “something about...damn”.
1961196119613 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The snow lay across everything like a giant mink coat, or a thick coating of white sugar icing- the sort you would have found on the cakes the church ladies made. Pillow-y, saccharine. The snow coated everything: every slat of roofing, every cobwebbed crevasse of window corner, every crease of snowsuit, every everything he had ever remembered seeing. The doughy pads of his new feet teetered on the coarse, carpeted stairs and onto the landing near the third floor. The window emits a white glow that warms the delicate eggshell of his head. Newly emerged wispy blonde sprouts sway lightly in the ether, while he looks. There is no more outside. It is buried in onehundredpercent white, white, white. Buried in the twinkling quartz stuck in a sea of cotton candy, the panes barely visible anymore in the omniscient whiteness. The whiteness. The whiteness of his spongy cranium, the whiteness of pondering new ponderings, the whiteness of the instant he was roused from his mind
Change Chapter One.Nyssa Wolf was walking in her school. This school was center street academy.They all had to wear uniforms. the girls wore a black jackets,a white dress shirts, a red bow and a black skirt. The boys wear the same thing but with pants and a necktie. Now back to the story. As Nyssa walked down the hall she saw her friend Tristan. she smiles. She walks pass him. He looks at her and smirks. "i will be back guys." He said walking up to Nyssa who was at her locker. He walks up to her. "Hey there Nyssa whats up?" he asked leaning on one of the lockers Next to her's. "oh hi Tristan. i was going to my next class." she smiles.Change Chapter One.3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"that's cool but i have an idea lets skip class and go out to the mall." he said wrapping his arm around her waist. She looks at his arm. "But why that will be skipping school. and why do you have your arm around my waist." "What is the matter with skipping school and having my arm around you." He asked. " well for one that would be bad and you have girlfriend." She said "s
Agent X- Trials Part 1Agent X- Trials- Part 1Agent X- Trials Part 14 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ellee Eston and Cindy Roberts, both 15 had been friends for many years. Both of them look out for each other.
One day at around 11am Cindy ran excitedly round to Ellee’s house. As was quiet as she entered through the back door but Cindy knew Ellee would have only just woken up by now, so she headed upstairs to find Ellee sitting at her makeup table in her room, dressed in a scruffy blue tracksuit.
Ellee placed her mascara brush down on the table and turned to see her best friend standing there in her baby pink jumpsuit holding a small white box.
“Guess what I got?” Cindy smiled.
Ellee sighed in annoyance as she stood up from her makeup table.
“I was passing through the market on route to here, when a new stall owner approached me and asked me if I fancied try out his new product for free. So i decide why the hell not as i can do it with my best friend”
“What is it?” asked Ellee who was trying not to sound to curious.
My Earliest Memory of Trick or TreatingMy earliest memory of trick or treating is when I was six. I had just started ballet classes at Miami City Ballet and decided that for Halloween I had to be a ballerina. I pleaded with my mom until I persuaded her to go to the costume shop all the way downtown and buy me a purple sparkly tutu that came with a matching tiara and slippers. I was a tiny person for my age so finding the costume that fit was a challenge on its own. When we did find one that fit, I was so happy that I dance around our apartment wearing my costume, covering everything in the loose glitter from my outfit. I even slept in it, that’s how happy I was.My Earliest Memory of Trick or Treating4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The elementary school I was attending had a costume pageant on Halloween day, so of course I begged my mom to wear the costume to school. I even promised not to squirm as she tried to organize my afro of mangled curls. I arrive at school looking at everyone else’s costume, assuring my jumpy six year old self that my costume was perfect. I race to my clas
Novel Writing: A GuideThe trouble is knowing what to say, followed closely by where to start. It wouldn’t do to impart every thought, every bathroom break or those times you woke up with a long line of drool running from your mouth to your slobber soaked pillow, despite the fact that you’re sitting up…Novel Writing: A Guide5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You need to know how much back story is educational and how much back story distracts from the tale you’ve decided to tell, subsequently causing people to want to rip their own eyes out with their bare hands just for an excuse to stop reading. On that note, there’s one thing I’ve always wondered;
When writing your novel, should you begin with delusions of grandeur? Or do they come as you put in the hard work and the long hours? Because, obviously, I’m not going to work my ass off for eight years if I think my novel is just another dust gathering door stop in a third rate second hand book shop filled to the brim with one off self-published works of horse shit. Nothing,
A Great Man Bought Keychains From Me, TodayA man with the battered ears of a boxer and crows’ feet around his eyes came into my workplace today, and after a while we fell to talking. Nice little things at first, you know - the weather, the wares on the shelves - as if those things mattered, words to fill the quietA Great Man Bought Keychains From Me, Today5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Then he asked me about school. I told him, keeping it basic like I always do with those who ask me: “I’m a non-traditional student, a transfer one, too, so I’m kind of weird and out-of-place among these other major-pursuing students. I’m just in a two-year, non-degree program.”
He set the basket of his purchases on the counter and smiled at me, shaking his head a little, and the crows’ feet deepened. “Well, I never got a degree, and never really could hold down a real job, either. ADHD will do that to you. But those doesn’t really matter, you know. I have a wife and my three princesses I come home to each night, and I’ve seen a lot of the world. Every state i
The Chickadee, Plip-plop,Whisper, and BullfrogsSlender prickly tall grass sliced at my knobby eight year old chicken legs, leaving little white indentations as does a cat sharpening its claws on a stained lumpy couch. I stumbled and tripped over the terrain of jagged rocks protruding from the overgrowing dirt path. Maple leaves floated and drifted to the ground, bringing a fresh autumn scent. My brother and my dad trekked far ahead, causing me to sprint to catch up.The Chickadee, Plip-plop,Whisper, and Bullfrogs5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Before I could catch up, they suddenly paused and ceased their walking. Curious, I hurried to where they had stopped, causing the tiny remnants of a pebble to fly into my Velcro light up sneakers. My toes curled in dismay as the pebble’s remains stabbed at my foot. I arrived to the spot where they were in conversation.
“Do you think she’s ready?” my brother, Wil asked, acting smugly. “I don’t think she’s smart enough.”
“What are you talking about?” I queried, completely confused. The two glanced at each
TEEN TICKLING: THE TICKLE FIGHT (true story)Being someone who loves tickling and being tickled at a young age, only looking back on this do I realise how lucky I was to have this happen to me. This is all true.TEEN TICKLING: THE TICKLE FIGHT (true story)5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
*THIS IS IN NO WAY SEXUAL*, I do however appreciate the detail that some fetishist readers might desire, so I'll do my best. Honestly Im not attracted to either of the people involved, just the tickling.
In August this year, I met a friend while on holiday. He is 13, and I am 15. His birthday is on the 24th of November, mine is on 25th November. Ok, in short, we had a lot in common and hit it off. On that holiday, we had a LOT of tickle fights in a secluded room in the hotel (to our knowledge, we were the only guests who knew about it.) But that is a LONG story that involves a LOT of tickling. I will write that one in full another time.
This story involves the same person, and it's something that happened today. While on holiday, he said he visited my hometown once a year. So of course, we had to meet. Over facebook, skyp
that four letter wordFear, one of the most powerful emotions one can feel, represented in a simple four letter word. Everyone has it, and those who refuse to distinguish it for what it is are fools. We are all ruled by fear, and few of us are able to overcome it.that four letter word6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Some of us even give in to this feeling, and it turns into despair. Despair is how something as small as this four letter word can kill us. Its an overwhelming feeling, a powerful feeling, one that engulfs you, suffocates you, its full of darkness and a numbness that can kill.
But there is a select few, whom have refused to give into this fear, whatever it may be for them. They recognize it for what it is, and they fight it. They tell this fear that it cant have them, cant rule over them. This is their life, and they’re not going to let themselves be pulled into the depths by this demon of their life.
I am neither of those people.