The Glory of Being AgenderAccording to mother, I don't exist.The Glory of Being Agender10 minutes ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Prologue-The Shadow KeeperPrologue—ThreatsPrologue-The Shadow Keeper2 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The President of Koli, Alexzander Hawkeye Yenad, stood from his new office chair and stretched. I’m too young to be this tired, he decided. It had only been a few days since the previous President had been found dead next to this very building. The recent rain showers hadn’t let up for more than a few hours since. Small drops began once more to whisper against the huge window on the side of Alex’s office. In contrast, the skies were particularly beautiful this evening, the sun turning the nearby ocean and overhanging storm clouds red. The view was the best part of the room other than the chair, Alex mused. Alex was a man of science and action. Racxen, on the other hand had been a shrewd lawyer and held no taste for spending money on visual appeal.
With a sigh, Alex closed the heavy drapes and sat back down in his chair, allowing himself to fully relax for the first time in days. He had been no friend of Racxen’s, but the murderer wa
My Trip to the MallIt had been a couple of weeks since I went into Victorias Secret to purchase a pair of berry colored string bikini panties. I thought they were adorable and I loved wearing them to sleep!My Trip to the Mall3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After a while I thought about going out in public and purposely having them show while I bent over in front of attractive women. It would be a nice thrill that would excite me and make women laugh. I knew it was inappropriate but I figured making women forget about their problems as they laughed at my embarrassing predicament wouldn't be too bad.
The day came when I decided to take the bus to the mall, I wore a short collared shirt with designs that I always thought was nice for going out, but this particular one was a smaller size. It would be easier for it to rise above the waist of my pants when I bent over to expose my bikini panties! I got off the bus and when I stopped at the streetlight in front of the mall I realized I had my first opportunity. I heard a group of girls laughing and talking beh
UntitledFive A.M, I lay awake on my bed. The blank screen glared at me, telling me to write and reminding me, over and over, that I have no ideas at all.Untitled5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My mind starts to wander away from the screen, away from the pressure of writing the right things, and wondered why I come up blank.
The image of my friend laughing hysterically flashes on my mind. It was from the time when I accidentally tore her paper and stapled it together. Fortunately she wasn’t pissed.
Another flash of images, this time of her with her peers. I was holding my plate and wondering where I should sit for lunch.
I snapped out of it and started to focus on the blank screen again. My brain soon tire of the lack of productivity, so it wanders away again through it’s stash of disheveled memories.
Flashback to that time, and fast-forward two years was an image of me holding my other friend’s hand on graduation. I didn’t know why or how it happened, we weren’t sexually attracted to each other. But it
Story Scribble #22 - (IWAIAJaiNS) (In Which an INFJ Attempts Jihad and is Not Successful)Story Scribble #22 - (IWAIAJaiNS)10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"We attack at midnight," the INFJ bent low over the floorplan of the large, almost mansion-like house. "He will be unsuspecting and unaware." She rolled up the floorplan. "We can do this, everyone! Remember, this is jihad!"
The INTP beside her rolled her eyes and said in a whisper, "only jihad to you."
"We must convert him to an NF," the INFJ hissed. "There's no other way."
"I'm an NT," the INTP flatly pointed out, but the INFJ waved her off.
"But you're an INTP which at least means you can see in front of your nose and have feelings."
"Commander, I'm positive the ISTP has feelings-"
"Not smart ones!" The INFJ waved the roll around to manifest her poten
Blood MoonWe stood in the middle of the road in flip flops and winter jackets. Our silhouettes were outlined by the motion sensor lights on the porch, our heads tilted back searching the sky.Blood Moon22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Have we ever even looked for the moon out here before?"
She shrugs and sighs. "No, but we also have never been out at half past twelve."
"Yes we have. We just never looked at the sky." Maybe because we didn't care if it was their, as long as we had the porch light, we didn't need the moon. But i didn't say that.
I saw lights down the road but they weren't moving closer.
"Should we go up to the turn-around?"
The car sounded exceptionally loud leaving the driveway at this time. We pulled up on the mat of pine needles on the side of the road and stepped out of the car. We went to both sides of the road and strained our necks but we saw nothing.
"Should we go to the bottom of the hill?" It's a mountain. I know why she calls it the hill though. It's such a gradual slope you'd never guess you were a thousa
Other Uses for the Last Stall on the RightGo in there and don't look around. Ignore the reflections. Or the faint smell of waste and something else. Imagine its drugs, even when it’s not true.Other Uses for the Last Stall on the Right1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Make sure the place is empty before sliding the lock. Hide your backpack to the side. Feet too.
Cry. Cry like you're at home but everyone is asleep so it’s okay to. Where only your tears echo the floor.
Look at the window now and then. Smile when dust bunnies frolic in the sunlight. Try to catch one, only to find it drift away. Just like everything else in life. Try again.
Listen to music. Be the music. Be the cello. Be the bass. Be the whisper in the dark. Change spontaneously.
Hear the door open, the classmates come in. Shuffle to the front. Let them know this stall is occupied. Wait for their chatter to cease. To stop looking in the mirror.
Wipe your eyes with toilet paper; just to let time fly. Scold yourself a bit. This is school, someone will notice! Remind yourself no one does.
Flush the paper down the toilet. Pretend
Tupperware Party You’ve been invited to a Tupperware partyTupperware Party1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A Tupperware party?
My mom use to get invited to Tupperware parties.
I would always sit there bored, thinking about how stupid they were.
I didn’t understand why dishes could be so fascinating.
I didn’t understand why ladies would throw Tupperware parties;
Why to be a lady one had to sit and look at dishes.
I’m twenty-two now,
And I was just invited to a Tupperware party.
A Tupperware party?
Am I really old enough to be invited to a Tupperware party?
Am I really at that point where I can no longer sit on the side line;
Sit on the side line thinking about how stupid talking about dishes is?
I don’t know what’s worse.
That I was just invited to a Tupperware party,
Or that I actually kind of want to go.
query.so uh, would anyone be interested in me opening up Q and A sessions for my characters again? I'd like comments and information from my watchers on the matter.query.1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I Wish That. . .. . . I could draw.I Wish That. . .1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Well, at least I wish I could at least finish a drawing. I sometimes can draw a head, which happens rarely, and then somehow draw an eye. But I can never figure out how to draw the second one because of how I positioned the head. Then I would just give up and go back to not-doodling-in-class.
But it's so much easier for me to look at another picture and draw it. Like one time I had my friend hold an apple and suddenly I have a bunch of doodles of a greek goddess holding an apple (because for some reason I was obsessed with greek mythology then and I love apples). I just don't get that once I feel like drawing something that isn't in front of me, I suddenly forget every little detail.
I don't worry about my drawing skills that much, though I do wish to get better. But somehow not enough to sit down and practice different angles of eyes and stuff like that. I usually try to take it head on with drawing a whole body with no practice at all, and then give
Six Word Story: Hello Wind"Hello, wind."Six Word Story: Hello Wind1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Good morning, friend."
15 Uses Of Coca Cola15 Uses for Coca Cola ~15 Uses Of Coca Cola2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Coca Cola is obviously a cool, refreshing drink that is not only well-known but has been around for decades has become a household staple. But did you know it has different uses other than quenching our thirst on a hot day? There are lots of great uses for Coca Cola; It’s a great tool for anything from cleaning to cooking to getting out a grease stain in your favorite shirt. Check out these 15 different uses for Coca Cola:
1.Remove Grease From Clothing: Empty one can of Coke into your washing machine along with your laundry detergent. Run on a regular cycle and you will have grease free clothing.
2.Clean Your Toilet: Pour one can of Coke around the bowl of your toilet, give it a scrub down and flush for sparkling results.
3.Laundry Smell Defender: One can added to your laundry can also get rid of a bad smell on clothing or linens.
4.Soft Skin: Adding one 1 tablespoon of Coke to your moisturizer can leave you with smooth and silky legs.
5.Gum Removal: Manag
Prowl and Jazz's little once grown up brat. *Vent*For the past several days Ninjadash just starting to experience what humans called it a "Teenage Temper Tantrum problem". His sire Prowl and his carrier Jazz doesn't know that Ninjadash is having this problem. Ninjadash only aruges, fights and ignore his sire. When he is in the training room alone or in his room alone, he will be throwing things, punching and kicking everything in his path. Plus he will eb saying words like "Frag it!" or "Slag it!", but he sometimes be calling other bots "FRAG YOU!" or "SLAG YOU!"Prowl and Jazz's little once grown up brat. *Vent*2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Old Spice-Different Nations and CitiesBonjour Ladies , Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped eating hamburgers and benched pressed moose like me , he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on an iceberg in the arctic. What have I got? It's a baby seal. Look again! The seal is now maple syrup.ablicon Anything is possible when your canadian , I'm on a bear.Old Spice-Different Nations and Cities2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
'ello Ladies Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he started using magic, stop being a frog face and drank tea like me he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on candy mountain. What have I got? It's a baby fairy . Look again! The fairy is now pixie dust. Anything is possible when your british , I'm on a Unicorn.
Konichiwa radies rook at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped singing gang
Story Scribbles #21 - (Diamond)People mirror the earth they live on. I see it in their eyes; watch it in their souls. They hike a different mountain from you that echos the life they walk. Watch them. Follow them with a clear mind as they buy a coffee. Follow the cadences, the salutations, the curt, brusk greeting of rush hour. Their thoughts mirror the air, as predictable and generous as the weather. Conscience and Ego: hot and cold currents, swinging up and down in a never-ending deeply-spinning rhythm. We die at the earth's turn, marking the passing of those who came before and foreshadowing the footsteps of those who continue on.Story Scribbles #21 - (Diamond)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And I mark people by the earth, because the earth breathes and it's alive too. It makes it easier to predict them and map their hearts, trying to watch with a patient and open eye until my mind can't take any more and my pen collapses to the paper. A storm-chaser's job is a worthy and dangerous profession. Never let anyone criticize it.
My brother- he's a tornado. Mayhaps and F5s becaus
Internet Encounter (Beth)Internet Encounter (Beth)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
....I don't remember
She's at the bar in heels. Taller than me. Jeezy peeps. She looked so much shorter in that little square.
Already has a drink. Greets me with a hug. Modelesque
Various topics. Awkwardness, but then giggles. Raspy, hippyish voice.
Suspecting an upcoming lull in the conversation, I suggest 'we should kiss or something'.
'You've ruined the moment now'
'Lets go to the Nether, it's warmer there'.
She grabs my hand and I kiss her in the cold.
Eventual drinks. Two guys have my seat. Rather than violence, I go over an ask them to help a brother get his hole by moving. They are nice enough to oblige. Thumbs up all round.
Probably I bluffed more about art. Then we're pretty much shagging on the couch.
Stares directly across by neon-haired teens make me the self-conscious one for once.
'So why don't we go back to your place and watch a film?'
I notice the Chinese is still open out of the taxi window. It's only 10:56. I met her at 9.
Nice flat. Full of cubist c
SisterWhen I finally said it out loud my mom and I were turning a corner in her car. I must have been about seven, because I don’t remember much about the moment. That corner, though, is a place I still know very well. I used to pass it every day after school on the bus ride home. I’ve seen the trees there lusciously filled with green tufts of leaves that waved softly in the breeze. I’ve seen those leaves change to dark hues of orange and red. Oh, but my favorite was the yellow, slick and bright like a banana peel. I’ve seen their absence and the open space they left in winter, like they were opening up for the cold white sky. And I’ve seen the cycle start over again.Sister3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My Dad and I posted a sign on a telephone pole there when our cat, Poe, went missing. It was pretty generic, a picture of our enormous black cat, the word “MISSING,” and our phone number. We found Poe a week later, and took down all the signs we’d put up, but somehow missed that p
Jaque a la reinaEl comienzo de la caída de swtsacrifice comenzó una semana después de que Nimbleheart abandonara mabinogi. Faltaban pocos días para el 14 de febrero de 2011 y ya había pensado en una forma de acelerar el proceso para deshacerme de swtsacrifice lo más pronto posible. Aquella noche, llamé a Rumine y la cite para encontrarnos en Dunbarton; en esos días un evento para celebrar San Valentín se estaba llevando a cabo en aquel mundo.Jaque a la reina3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dicho evento, consistía en cocinar un pastel e intercambiarlo con un NPC por un pase para entrar a un calabozo especial que ofrecía recompensas relacionadas al día de los enamorados. Mi plan consistía en utilizar a Rumine para entablar una conversación con ella que le resultara ofensiva a swtsacrifice desde un lugar donde ella pudiera escucharla. Para ello, elegí un punto estratégico sobre uno de los muros que rodeaban la ciudad de Dunbarton el cual est
Check to the queenThe beginning of her fall began a week after Nimbleheart had quit playing Mabinogi. We were just a few days away from February 14 of 2011 and I already had in mind a way to accelerate the process to exile Swtsacrifice as soon as possible. That night, I called Rumine and told her to meet me in Dunbarton, back in those days an event to Celebrate San Valentine was going on in that world.Check to the queen3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Such event consisted of cooking a cake and trading it with an NPC for a pass to enter a special dungeon that offered rewards related to San Valentin. My plan, consisted of taking advantage of Rumine without her knowing it and use her to have a conversation with her that would make Swtsacrifice very upset and do it from a place where she could hear everything. In order to do so, I chose a strategic place above one of the walls that surrounded Dunbarton, that spot was apparently hidden but anyone could hear our conversation from under the wall which was right in front of the spot where players were suppose
DeathI came to terms with my death when I was in the second grade. We were looking at fossils in class. Old bones treated with chemicals. I filled a cup with water from the sink and drank it. With a look of horror on her face another girl asked me which sink I had used. I pointed to the correct sink and she informed me that our teacher, Mrs. Destasio had told us not to drink from there. She had been washing the bones in that sink, and the poisonous chemicals were bad for us. Very bad. So, logically, I knew I had just committed an act that would lead to my unavoidable death.Death3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I decided not to tell anyone, let alone my parents. Why worry them when there was nothing they could do? I cried that night, of course, wondering when it would happen. Would I even wake up the next morning? It turned out, I did. But that meant nothing. It was just a slow-acting, painless poison. It was eating away at my insides at that very moment and eventually I would slip away into oblivion. It was alright though. I h