TG Bride Possession 2 (CapTrade)TG Bride Possession 2 (CapTrade)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After trying and trying to get his buddy Dave out of marrying her, Seb was unsuccessful. For months now, Dave had been dating a woman named Anna who he was unaware was only a goldigger after finding out she was gonna divorce him and end up taking most of his families fortune in the end. Seb could not let that happen. But it was no easy task however, Dave was indeed blind to the idea she would do this to him. Pursion after pursion was enough as this hard act was the moment when Dave broke all ties with Seb as his best friend and bared him from the wedding. There was nothing more he could do, Dave was gonna marry Anna and it was gonna end badly for him.
The day of the wedding finally came and everyone was gathering into the church. Seb arrived as well only he had other plans in mind. Instead of going through the front door with everyone, he decided possibly to sneak in the back. Going around the back of the church, he was a lil confused at how there was no door, but a small window
On the verge of unofficial warIt's the end of the world as we know it.On the verge of unofficial war3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
By "we", I mean me and those like me: all those who are either too young to remember the last war, or too secure in the center of the land; All those who are used to listen to news about missiles in the south, or bombs in the north, and nod for the poor people who have to suffer it daily. This false feeling of security is over now.
Earlier this evening, when I was at work, a coworker was updated: a real alarm was sounded in our city (for the first time in more than two decades). At that moment, I knew it's the end of the world as I knew it.
Sometime later, when more alarms were sounded, all the people in the area were asked to enter a Merkhav Mugan immediately: we have about a minute and a half to find shelter. I heard teenagers scream in panic as they ran about, trying to find it. I saw others, unable to believe anything would happen, trying to pretend business as usual. Following orders, we closed the store as fast as we could, and join
The Agency DateIt was an art gallery with a cafe. A place where you can drink good coffee and pernickety people can eat gluten free pastries and carrot cake but can't afford to buy any pictures.The Agency Date3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She came first, young, in a gauzy top, cotton skirt, blonde pony tail, looking like a girl least likely to need help in meeting the eligible male. She sat herself looking away from the door, back straight, knees together and hands clasped in her lap, defensive. After a quick look, a reconnoitre round the cafe, she placed a book, the real kind made of paper, on the table.
He was late, a bad start. After five minutes, a burst of energy blew in through the door. Jeans, well filled T-shirt, muscled, designer stubble, tattoo, trainers, perhaps the elder by five years. He strode, mmm, I think that's the word, loped possibly, past the girl and leaned or rather draped himself along the serving counter on one elbow with an exaggerated insouciance and delivered a pretty speech (at the same time looking arou
TG Gender Bender 8 (Request)TG Gender Bender 8 (Request)3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was prom night, and everything was going according to plan for Melinda and the rest of the cheerleading squad. For the longest time ever, they had been tormented by the school prankster Seb who adored pulling jokes or pranks on them. From exploding panties or making it rain with their bras all over the football field during games. Well they had enough and now it was time to give him a taste of what it was like. Melinda came from a long line of witches, traced back from her grandmothers grandmother and now to her. Once she told the other girls on the squad of her plan, they were in.
So here we are now at Prom, where everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Melinda and the girls were just finishing there plan. At a prom you would think there would be snacks and a punchbowl laid out for the students to enjoy right, well you are right. Although, Seb was not that kind of person, he enjoyed his own things. So periodically he would exit the gym and go to his locker where he kept an energy
Creepy Things I've Experienced (part 1)Creepy Things I've Experienced (part 1)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When we lived in NC, I always had a bad feeling. It felt like someone was always nearby, specifically in my brother's old room.
Our rooms were conjoined by a bathroom, and I hated the bathroom as well. It was just extremely creepy in there but I never knew why.
Spiders frequently moved in and I never knew how they got in; that room didn't even have any windows. But I like spiders, so I didn't mind that.
One time I heard a noise in my brother's room. I heard the springs of his mattress depress, and I went out to ask mom if he'd come home.
She reminded me he was in Georgia for a little while.
I shrugged it off, figuring I just misheard something else.
After he moved out, that room made me even more uncomfortable. It always felt like someone was right on the other side of that door. I tried to ignore it but I always had that awful feeling that something was standing way too close and it just creeped me out.
One night, I had Snowy (my dove) out. She likes to sit in my hands and sing
It can't be so it must beSometimes i say it can't beIt can't be so it must be4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
because it can't
but sometimes i say it must be
because it must
I must be
Therefore I can't be
Do you ever wonder if the cup you're drinking from has a bottom?
You see it has a pit - rather, a stomach - and how it ends to fit in your palm, but do you ever wonder if you're seeing everything?
It makes sense, to assume it has a bottom and to assume it must be able to be filled and emptied.
But what about the ones that sprung leaks? What about the ones who broke in all the wrong places?
You know what's going to happen to them. Cracking. Trashing. It's a death sentence, for something that cannot experience death. You must do something about it.
You pitch the worthless cup.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be be the worthless cup?
Do you think about it daily? Does asking the question, "Am I a worthless cup?" haunt you?
Do you live in fear of that question? Do you live in fear over what you could be? What you can't be? What you must be? Are you ever c