Twenty-one Levels of FriendshipTwenty-one Levels of FriendshipTwenty-one Levels of Friendship3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Can have a conversation, but awkward
2. Remember their face
3. Remember their name
4. Can have a stress free conversation
5. Chuckling at jokes
6. Can talk about serious things without getting upset
7. Can complain about something and have the other person care
8. There is an exchange in cell phone numbers
9. Still being relieved that you two agree
10. Can ask for help
11. Relieved that you can disagree and be okay
12. Can start being goofy and the other one laughs
13. Weird gestures start coming out
14. Making silly confessions (I have 301 stuffed teddy bears)
15. Faces and voices start to manifest
16. Faces and voices are not one sided
17. Laughing so hard you can’t breathe
18. Beings obnoxious in public and not caring
19. Filter is removed
20. Can make any weird distorted face and not scare away the other person
21. You can talk about poop both satirically and seriously
My Little Mobius: Chapter OneChapter OneMy Little Mobius: Chapter One1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Chaos Control Chaos
Ponyville was under complete chaos. The ground had been replaced with multicolored checkerboard patterns, the sky littered with chocolate milk raining clouds made of cotton candy. Once again, the powers of Discord had began rain pure chaos onto the citizens of Ponyville. The demented sights he had conjured before began to resurface: dancing buffalo, long-legged hordes of rabbits, ponies seemingly able to defy any laws of physics, anything the twisted spirit could think of was brought forth once again. Twilight had only moments before she realized the full truth of the chaos at hand, but as for her friends...
Twilight's friends began to lay their suspicions on Discord once more, seeing the devastation wrought on Ponyville. Eventually, almost all of them began to blame Discord, which was only reinforced by each of them catching sight of the draconequis creating the chaos before them. Those who believed fully that Discord had finally revoked his reformation
PeopleI once had this thoughtPeople3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
About this thing
I laughed because it scared me
What did I think about?
Maybe you want to know
You will wonder
Why it is like that
The people you know
In real life
The people who tell you
what they think
That hate you
and hurt you
Mostly with their words
But sometimes with their fists
You cry every day
Because they are cruel
And don't see you're human
Or they are your 'friends'
But 'friends' is the opposite
of what they are
the only time they come to you
is when they need you
not when you need them
'friends' is what they call themselves
and they think they deserve that title
no they don't
and never will
because they are not more
than someone you know
And these people
you don't really know
You only see the things
not the things
maybe they don't like you
or hate you
but you will never know
because you can't see it in their eyes
or hear the avert in their voice
you can only see what they say
not the emotion behind it
and they can lie
Childhood WarfareWe were marching in an alligator line from the hall back to class after assembly. It was cold and the ground was icy. When the ground got icy like that me and the other girls liked to play ice-skating. Assembly had been boring, Mr Wood never stopped talking and he made us sing stupid hymns that never sounded right because the CD player was broken.Childhood Warfare2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We marched past the music room. I always hated that room – it smelled of bad charity shop on a hot, sweaty summer day. Once, the class in there had to be evacuated because the smell got so bad, only the teachers told us it was because of a gas leak. As we marched past that room, a boy called Harvey ran up from behind the line. He was the fastest runner in the class. I thought it was unfair; everyone else had to wait in the line and get cold, but he was running around it. So when he slipped on an icy patch and fell over, I thought it was funny. I laughed. I laughed first and then a few other kids joined in. Harvey didn’t like that.
My Little Mobius: Chapter 2Chapter 2My Little Mobius: Chapter 22 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A Whole New World...
Mobius, specifically the Mobotropolis kingdom, was suffering a cataclysmic chain of disasters! The ground shook violently as the white light formed by Chaos Control spread further; Anything that wasn't completely entrenched into the ground was blown away, with the force of a hurricane no less. The oceans started to churn powerfully, the waves starting to crash against seaside cities. Soon, the devastation started to spread to all of Mobius, encasing the poor world in a blinding white light. Worst of all, at least for the mobians, each and every mobian could hear at least one distinguished cry of an animal; an 'simple' animal is they were called (Simple animals were none anthropomorphous; to put in the simplest terms, regular animals). The terror was overwhelming; Chaos Control had never been this destructive in any account of Mobian history, and suddenly it seemed that the end of days had come to the planet!
However, in Equestria, things were much more de
In Death we PrayShe walks among us: unflinching, gracefully; and she glides.In Death we Pray3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The mother of all, confined yet pearing through, the eyes of sun rise and moon fall.
Blared soundscapes a livilihood drown a row of promising harvest, she pauses and remarks, "no more tears."
Yet the shallows of timeless hands will not cease as down past the sky's color, violent arms quest for the seeing.
She is waited for but did not hear what was christened as its cell blocks..
She can only glance past, look the opposite way at her family of lingering shells guarding white puffs of purpose closed off by distance only grief can abate.
She was palpable tension commiting to sing as she remembers the life that she momentarily left..
Family and all that was dear crumbles between what was now a promised barrier wall.
But still this is considered unbreakable, scars still tender, the blood of her's now mending..
Her baby all that matters giving life an aural direction to the beggarly petition.
Tones of melancholy and remorse give w
My Little Mobius: ProloguePrologue:My Little Mobius: Prologue1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Chaos Never Rests
It was a beautiful, sunny day in the land of Equestria. The sky was clear, the plants were green, and all seemed calm. Ponyville especially seemed to be in a calm, cheery state. The day carried on as it normally would, the pegasi keeping the sky cleared of any clouds, the town's shops opening, and welcoming ponies inside warmly.Children had galloped off to school, and older ponies had already gone about to start their day. Yes, everything in Ponyville was fine, and simple. But ponies are used to the simple life in Ponyville. Unless something like the Spirit of Chaos, or the town being attacked by the Everfree Forest happened (which, while traumatizing, is just two instances), strange events are usually few and far between.
Even the newly crowned princess, Twilight Sparkle, was very relaxed. While Twilight was one to worry of her studies, and such duties, she had at last found time to relax. She lay in her library, reading, once again, one of the dozens of bo
El ParaisoTodos los días hiciera frío o calor, lloviera o el sol me abrasara la piel, yo estaba allí sentada en aquel pollete del muelle que me permitía ver las vistas más bonitas que jamás pueda llegar a ver. Podía contemplar las pequeñas olas que producía el mar, la salida y entrada de los barcos, los peces saltando, y aquellas nubes que cada día me ofrecían una figura distinta, este era mi paraíso.El Paraiso1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sound of Vengeance 5"Iowa!" Yorktown called, then gasped when she saw her eldest son crying over the ruins of Arizona. Her heart sank quicker than Arizona probably did, and she darted over, grabbed Iowa, and smacked his stern. "U.S.S. Iowa, I told you not to leave!" Iowa yelped "Y-You.... You struck me!" he whimpered. "You're damn right I did! You're almost full grown Iowa! You need to learn to follow orders and to hold back pain!" she snarled, more concerned then angry. Iowa just turned away. "well?" Yorktown asked. The battleship hesitated, but then slowly nodded, not even looking back. "Good. Now come on. Your brothers will be waiting with your uncle."Sound of Vengeance 52 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As the two ships sailed on, Iowa noticed how every ship was looking at him, either feeling sorry for him, or laughing at him. It tore at his pride as an Iowa-class fast battleship. He sighed, and pulled up along Missouri, who nudged him. He wasn't going to enter service until after New Jersey, and that was after Iowa, so it would be a while, but he still
DeathI dieDeath2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you do it again
that is the word
this word you say
and you don't care
that it hurts
you just keep saying it
that is what you do
you break my heart
in two pieces
and you'll walk over it
that is what you want
what you want me to do
and you want to see
with my eyes still opened
looking at you
and you'll laugh
that is what I do
when I find you
a few years from now
in a fastfood-restaurant
sweating and unhappy
as you are then
and I can smile
are the one
sitting at home
broken and tired
and you'll take the knive
and I will see
your lifeless body
eyes wide opened
but it won't touch me
you didn't care
about me as a corpse
-Desde hace mucho he querido narrar una historia de dos muchachos, los cuales, siendo mirado en menos, sintieron la obligación de separarlos a ellos y a sus almas. Para cuando ya todos se dieron cuenta de que aquellos hombres sí se amaban de verdad y sus sentimientos eran los que ellos debían sentir por sus esposas, aquellos a los cuales rechazaron se habían marchado, tomando sus propios rumbos.-2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Cada uno se independizó. Pasaron miles de años y ellos, sabiendo lo cerca que estaban, se mantenían lejos. Cada uno nunca estableció una relación como la que ellos mantuvieron por un corto lapso de tiempo, pues no podían hacerlo. Sus sentimientos seguían ahí y el "hilo rojo"no se cortaría.
Veían a su gente ir de aquí para allá, insultándose, menospreciándose y lanzándose caravanas de mofa los unos a los otros. "¿Por qué lo hacían?"
How Long Is This Peice Of String? How long is this piece of string?How Long Is This Peice Of String?2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I hold it pinched between my forefinger and thumb. The end under the pads of my fingers is frayed and soft while the other end hanging below is slicked to a point where I had licked it. It doesn’t hang perfectly straight, like a ruler pointed to the ground. Rather, it bends and kinks, too light to pull itself taut. My fingers must have the slightest, imperceptible shake because the little string trembles in the air.
But how long is it?
It is a pale sandy brown and made of three cords of fibres are woven together. Some of the tiny fibres stick out of the body strand like tiny little hairs. They made the surface rough and furry to the touch. Some of the fibres are paler than the rest. Others are darker.
This is pointless. How long is the string?
I don’t know.
I SmiledI smiled. A scene so bright and beautiful as The Towers at Narragansett; What this scene, I often wondered about? Was it the nasal squalling squawk of the seagull, or the silence of Narragansett tombs and graves, or the cry of captain on board with his men and hauled a huge cache of murky lobsters-a steady income for the familly? Nay, it was I thought of the young girl in my uncle's church who goes by of Kylie Vess, a innocent life of four years-a picture of her in Paradise, her soul pure as was as on earth, her eyes knowing of some wisdom that came with her pain from cancer, her mind free and chaste as becoming for her age-and her hair chestnut brown, her eyes again, her wise visage, humbled yet lowered still retains child-like faith with a dash of daring spunk we all used to have as children. I see Kylie laughing in a deep, cool garden by the golden zenith, the apex of the clearest afternoon, near the Most Compassionate, praising Providence, then I saw her in her mother's arms-I smilI Smiled3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Romano X Child!Reader CinderellaRomano X Child!Reader Cinderella3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Romano x Child!Reader
The young girl of age 3 was dancing around the living room, wearing her (f/c) princess dress. It was her favorite. Her imagination was truly outstanding. Every time she put on the dress, her mind wanders off to her own fantasy world, having known a prince and dancing with him. Although she was young, she knew in her heart that her dad, Lovino Vargas wouldn't let her. He was all the more protective of her.
You couldn't help but think, though, so you decided to ask him for some help. He was in the kitchen cooking some pasta, your favorite dish. A smile was plastered on your face as you walked up to him.
"Daddy!!" Your high pitched voice rang through the room, making the Italian smile a gentle smile. He wouldn't admit to anyone, though, but you always made him smile. Every time you come in the room, his anger would dissipate and only calmness and peace filled him.
His head turned to your little figure, the smile still somewhat stitched on his face.
"Si, bella? What d
She saw it comingWhen I was 13-14, I've met a priestess, she was one of the sweetest ladies I ever met, in time, she took me in as her second apprentice, I felt honored and confused by such favors towards me, but as soon I started my training, circumstances cut them short.She saw it coming1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The priestess's father was dying and she had to come back to her country, so she could take care of the funeral's arrangements and the family's business. Before she went, we had a last bus ride together.
That was the time she read the palm of my hand. She looked at me and said: "when you overcome your fears, you'll accomplish great things".
Then, she left my life forever.
I never understood what she said, until years later: I was diagnosed with depression.
Well Shit, she saw it coming..
Morning MisadventureHave you ever heard a Northern Goshawk’s call?Morning Misadventure1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It starts off in the early morning, so early that the sun didn’t even think of rising. You are the only one awake in your house, and barely at that. If it muscle memory and a full schedule didn’t exist, you wouldn’t even be awake at all.
While picking at your breakfast, you hear what sounds like a wounded animal’s cry coming from your back yard. It startles you, and for a few moments you sit and listen to it. Neither does it move, or lessen. Could it be your neighbor’s cat? The crazy thing is known for getting into fights. Did it get hurt and yelled for help?
The call still doesn’t vary
Just in case it is your neighbor’s cat, you pull on some shoes and grab a jacket. If the cat is injured, you might have to throw the jacket over it to corral it. “You’re going to owe me for this,” repeats in your head. But, maybe it’s not the cat and you won’t have to worry about
The Little Moth and A Curious DreamI found a little moth today. Well, not exactly a little moth, he's a good inch long. Rather the kind that is big amongst its species. His furry little head is of decent size, his features easily distinguishable to the human eye. He's tawny, and furry, and terribly cute.The Little Moth and A Curious Dream1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I first noticed him upon the window of my back door. That wasn't so unusual, except for it was daytime and they are usually seen at night. Later, I saw him again, but this time he seemed to be in some distress. He had gotten himself tangled up in all sorts of fluff. Cat hair, dust bunnies, a bit of spider web. Leavings from the broom sitting in the back porch.
I decided I was going to help him. Slowly, I started pulling the fluff away. There was plenty of it, to be sure. He had gotten himself nicely tangled up. There were some pieces I had to remove with more precision, so I scooped him up onto my hand and delicately pulled them away.
MolybdenumMolybdenum does not care for much.Molybdenum1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It matters little to him what people around him believe, or what the sheep are currently up to; not that he believes in some wishful higher purpose, mind you. He is merely indifferent.
The world passes in a blur to Molybdenum, ever-changing and yet always so eerily similar. He has seen empires rise and dynasties crumble in but a heartbeat, revolutionaries crucify traditions on the altar of progress in the morning and revert to the old ways by the evening. Power and ideologies come and go, people change opinion with their every breath. But Molybdenum does not.
He is the sole consistent existence in this raving mad world he lives in, and consistency is hard habit to maintain. His whole life is but a desperate race to outrun his own contradictions, for a life of pursuing consistency has taught him the biggest contradiction of all is life. Years turn lies into truths and acts into chains, and before he knows it, he is caged within his own certitudes. And
LoveCan you loveLove2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
behind the mask
Can you kiss
her tears away
with your eyes
Can you look
and see the beauty
that she is
Can you make
her feel happy
Can you love
even if your happy
Can you sleep
next to her
and look at her
Can you kiss
and run back
to kiss her again
Can you make
her love you
so she's never
A Friends Betrayal-Chapter 1It was late on a Monday night and everyone seemed to be sleeping. All except one green hedgehog. She was pacing the halls of her small house. She'd been having very odd dreams of an old friend.A Friends Betrayal-Chapter 13 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was waking past everyone's bedrooms when suddenly a very sleepy looking tan young fox walked out of her room.
"Dee, why aren't you sleeping" she asked still half asleep.
"I, I'm not tired. Go back to sleep" I lied trying not to make her worried.
"Oh okay" she said sleepily and went back to bed
Phew that was close.
As Dee kept pacing she didn't notice it soon became morning. The night before had been very cold and the warmth of the sun warmed her up quickly.
"Ah that's nice" she thought to herself. She went to wake everyone up when she noticed a little blood stain on the door handle of her boyfriend Jack's room.
"Hey Jack you awake?" I asked with a worried tone
There was no reply. I waited a few minutes and still no reply. I decided to go into his room and saw his