[Writing] Massive EffectiveI... I am going to die. This face was originally just a fear, nothing but something to eat away at the back of my head. But now this fact is burning alive right before my very eyes.[Writing] Massive Effective5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Space is a cold and desolate part of our universe and we humans are just itching to uncover all of its secrets. Helping to discover every inch of this universe was my job. To not be so overly technical, let's just say I'm an astronaut.
I left Earth's atmosphere not too long ago - a few hours maybe, I've lost track. Something went wrong. An asteroid hit us is my guess (they never tell me) and I was sent to have a look at the damage. Just when you thought nothing else could go wrong, my tether that hooked me up to the ship got disconnected.
It was a light, feathery feeling as my fingers slipped off the rail. I didn't even realise that I was drifting until it was too late. At first, I panicked. I tried calling over the radio but no one picked up. I was alone in this dead void.
I calmed my breathing down, knowi
EmmMountainous mounds of mooshy multi-colored muffins made their way into the monstrous mummified mouth of something totally non-mini. Murderous, mysterious, and moderately myopic, this masculine and mawkish, mammoth and maniacal monument of a Moroccan, stood still while he burped his moldy mildewish breath with a melodious moan.Emm5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The mall was now closed and men majorly minor in size to the moody and mighty non-Mexican measured their own miffed mentalities about ways they might make a go at the mind-blowing mission of moving this meaty, mean, and mechanical Mediterranean mass outside the marketing mecca they called a mall.
Maladapted and maladroit as most of the gentlemen never meant to be were, it was mandatory that a militant move be made upon the majestic non-Malaysian! So! The master of all the microscopic mortals, namely Michael the Mini-est (and also the town mayor), marshaled all his mighty maximum magic together and mounted a mesmerizing march of mistreatment aga
Royal FriendshipI held them high-as if they were my kings and my queens, and I was merely the peasant, only there to please them and make them feel happy. But as I look back, I know now that I was nothing to them. Nothing but a fool. A court jester. Nothing but entertainment. Nothing else. But now it seems that I have escaped their so called "friendship" for the wealthy kings and queens are able to travel elsewhere. But as I, the peasant stays in the old courtyard, I can now see a new wave of kings and queens…New friends…But these kings and queens are different to me. For as I dust the old throne that once seated a one-sided friendship, a princess soon arrives. Quickly I bow down, offering her the throne, for she is the first princess to arrive and will be my new queen. She soon sits upon her throne-now officially a queen, but instead of commanding me, she smiles. A true rarity of all queens I have met. But before she could speak, another soon arrived. This time a prince. Quickly I pRoyal Friendship6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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
Open Wide (Story)“Birde, get up! It’s time for your breakfast!” A voice rang up from downstairs, the sudden sound breaking the silence of a quiet atmosphere.Open Wide (Story)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The day was warm; it was June after all, and a nice cool breeze was traveling through the open window of the small bedroom, making the curtains over the window move.
A bed was placed at the top right corner of the room, and in it was a figure that was buried under blankets, which didn’t move after the call.
“Birde! I won’t say it again!”
Movement came from under the covers, followed by a muffled yawn.
The sheets rose when someone sat up then dropped down, revealing a boy with ruffled hair that was sticking up every which way. “Huh?” He yawned a big yawn, stretching his arms above his head. The oversized nightshirt he was wearing slipped down one of his shoulders when he lowered his arms again. The shirt was a hand me down, so of course it didn’t fit him. He was…Short, to put it poli
One Sentence Confession #3I wish we lived in a world where we couldn't lie.One Sentence Confession #31 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One Sentence Confession #2I wish people would quit lying to me, they are wasting their time.One Sentence Confession #21 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Errant ThoughtIgnorance is not bliss...Errant Thought1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ignorance is like a cow being led to slaughter. The cow is quite happy to be led by the rope, and is completely unaware of the fact that at the end of the line is a guy with a gun waiting to shoot a bolt into it's brain. If the cow knew that it's life was about to end, it would surely struggle. Only by keeping the cow happy and placid are those butchers allowed to do their job with ease.
VivilinneThe girl sits quietly in her darkened corner. She smiles a smile more of wist than of happiness - a cold absent smile. The smile is made from a pair of smooth, soft looking lips; painted the color of a vibrant sunrise over the deep ocean.Vivilinne1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Above the smile, not quite part of it, are a pair of almost unnaturally large eyes as blue as a storm, not hard, perhaps, but deep and intelligent, more clever than had been the intent, perhaps. Her high-wrought cheeks are graced with a hint of blush. There are no flaws in her perfect porcelain skin.
Around this cool visage, two thick silky copper ringlets fall, framing her face like a beautiful gem.
A hand brushes the ringlets gently, so they lie flat; they tend to drift when left unattended, and in the changing light the strands flicker like coppery diamonds.
The hands move to adjust the velveteen hat on top the fair hat’s tiny brim, so that it sits properly atop the thick bun that comprises the rest of her fine hair. The hat is of a Victorian
The Writer's BlockIt kills me. It’s always there. When I eat. When I sleep. But, most of all, when I sit there in my stupid black chair. I stare at my screen. The typing program opened. But, there are no words. It’s just the white screen. That ominous, blank screen that just screams at me. But, is it the screen really screaming? Or is the thing that kills me the most?The Writer's Block1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It screams wretched things. Horrid things. “You have no inspiration! I stole that from you! You don’t deserve to have such a wonderful state of mind!” It makes me cry and beg for it to stop. To plead for it to just give me back what is rightfully mine. To let me take back my creativity and inspiration.
I turn to things that just dull my mind even more. Television. YouTube. Anything to just wipe out the thing’s screams. Just to make me forget that it even exists, let alone torments me. Grinds my nerves and conscious to the bone.
But, I don’t let it hurt. The screams. The wretched things it sa
La Vida De Un Millonario TrailerLa Vida De Un Millonario: TRAILERLa Vida De Un Millonario Trailer1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
TODO EMPIEZA CON UNA CHICA:
Todo hijo de millonario tiene popularidad y las cosas que una persona normal no se podria permitir, a mí en lo personal no me gusta eso...
QUE ES MILLONARIA PERO NO LE GUSTA SERLO:
Nunca me ha gustado ser popular, solo por ser la hija del empresario y multimillonario Phineas Flynn, sí, yo soy María Elizabeth Flynn García-Shapiro pero me gusta que me digan Marie.
ENCUENTRA EL AMOR INCORRECTO:
PERO ALGUIEN LA AYUDARÁ A ENCONTRAR AL VERDADERO:
-Vamos Marie, solo dame una oportunidad
PROXIMAMENTE LA VIDA DE UN MILLONARIO CAP 1
SMASH! Sydney 2014Hey guys~ So after planning with a few friends and my mother, we have confirmed that I will be going as Eren Jaeger for both Saturday and Sunday as my Sasuke cosplayer has decided that she will not attend due to financial problems. SO. There will be three, maybe two, of us still attending as one may not be able to attend either.SMASH! Sydney 20141 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
If you see us at the con, please come up and say hello! So you recognise us we will be Eren and Levi, and I might be the only Eren cosplayer wearing a collar. x3 We will be doing fanservice, so lots of hugs, kisses, etc so if you like Riren/Ereri then come watch~
We will try upload a few pictures of us before Smash so that you know what we look like, but no promises as he is on vacation at the moment and we are still trying to arrange for him to stay at mine when he gets back.
That's all for now my lovelies. If you have any questions leave a comment below and I'll get back to you as soon as I can~
Too much Magic. When I cant write, I normally just keep rambling on and on until an idea pops into my head. Yes, I might be working on a few stories at the moment.... But I cannot really think too deeply on that now. I know this hardly makes sense, but just imagine a Prima Donna shouting "I CANT WORK UNDER THESE CONDITIONS!!!"Too much Magic. 1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Thats me, at the moment.
So.... I am going to try to write, and I will probably keep whatever comes out.... LETS GO!
Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a garden fairy. She would run along at night, away from her fairy village, and travel to peoples gardens. The fairy would would pinches of magic on the people's flowers. There would be peonies and pansy's, Tulips and snapdragons... Every kind of flower you can think of! The garden fairy loved to make the Humans' flowers beautiful.
But then, one night, she put too much magic on a little girl's garden. The snapdragon's roared and breathed fire, and the Tulips puckered their lips.
My coffeeA warm cup of coffee, steam rising from the surface, the comfort of watching the cool weather from inside my home; the silence of a country morning, the joy of a fresh coffee mixed with the perfect amount of sugar. All of these things make my mornings perfect, I wouldn’t trade these wonderful hours for a proper nights rest. These few hours to myself make me feel like the world around me isn’t noise filled, they make me feel like I could live forever in that one moment. Every morning I have a smile on my face but by night fall I’m ready to sit in silence in my room. Waiting for morning the only reason my nights go quickly is the sleep that I well deserve.My coffee1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Episode 28: In front of the mirrorEpisode 28: In front of the mirror1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes life is funny and some others ironic, you can think things ahead and prepare yourself, make plans and strategies or how to achieve what you want but before you realize a lot of time has passed and then you see that life did not take you where you wanted to be. The moments you realize how much time have passed and you look at yourself in front of a mirror it is hard to recognize yourself.
Have you ever thought what would happened if you could go back in time and meet with yourself when you were just a child? I do, I do wonder a lot about it and I also wonder ¿would that girl be disappointed of me? Or ¿would she be scared of whom I am today? And ¿what kind of things would she tell me? I know that wondering about all of this will take me nowhere because is never going to happen but I just can’t stop thinking about it after seeing how much things have changed through time.
At the beginning of my adventure the only plan I had in mind was to enjoy of that world
Episodio 28: Frente al espejoEpisodio 28: Frente al espejo1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A veces la vida es graciosa y otras veces muy irónica, puedes pensar las cosas por anticipado, prepararte, hacer planes y estrategias de cómo llegar a donde quieres estar pero antes de que te des cuenta ya mucho tiempo habrá pasado y te darás cuenta de que la vida no te llevo a donde querías estar. Para el momento en que te das cuenta de cuánto tiempo ha transcurrido y te miras al espejo es casi como mirar al reflejo de otra persona, es difícil reconocerte a ti mismo.
¿Alguna vez has pensado que pasaría si pudieras regresar en el tiempo y encontrarte de nuevo contigo mismo cuando eras apenas un niño pequeño? Yo sí, me lo pregunto bastante y también me pregunto si ¿estaría esa niña decepcionada?, ¿se asustaría de mi? ¿Qué clase de cosas me diría? Sé que preguntarse esa clase de cosas no lleva a ninguna parte porque eso jamás va a suceder pero simplemente no puedo evitar pen
Company She sits and wonders to herself what good could ever come out of people. It was people who hurt her, annoyed her, and laughed at her. It was people who bothered her to the point of raging into a tantrum like a child. It was people she hated more than anything. They never understood her, never listened. That was their flaw: the incapability to realize truth and listen to reason when it was said. The incapability to just pay attention to detail.Company1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nobody's perfect, of course. She, herself, is not perfect either.
She, who does nothing but complain and let herself waste away in her own thoughts. A pathetic slip of a girl who relies on that which she hates. People. Despite her disgust, she finds them to be so interesting and sometimes lovable. They are, indeed, humans like her. There is no denying that.
Though most are unwilling to listen to her, to understand, there are the few that do. For that, she is grateful. Those are the one