write your reality in his eyeshe said his name was oliver.write your reality in his eyes6 years ago in Teen More Like This
he was painted with the colour of lies and had puppet string fingers. He smelt of burnt wood and methylated spirits. his eyes were uninhabited; there was nothing there. under the moon light you couldn't tell that his teeth were just slightly yellow, but under the sunlight you could tell that he was breaking. he was falling apart. he was vacant. he was, everything but beautiful.
he held her hand.
she said her name was madeline.
she had golden hair that curled in little ringlets around her waist. she had skinny legs and slender hips and a smile that could stop traffic. she couldn't bear to watch people suffer and she liked to re-write reality, the way she wished it was. she knew though, on the inside, that she couldn't re-write her lost forever and always
she pressed her lips to his collar-bone
he lived by night.
the walls of his room were painted beige and he had messy hair. he had always been attracted to lip-piercings and black hair. his fat
eleven oak treesits funny, the things you remember when someone is taken away from you.eleven oak trees5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
you hold everything you loved and you try so hard to stop it slipping through your fingers but it eventually does, and all that is left are the snippets the snapshots of all your memories horrid and lovely, compiled like a montage
it is three am, wednesday morning, and i'm standing, watching my mother, half sitting, half lying, sprawled out with her arms above her head in the darkened hall way, my father towering over her. I don't really remember what he looks like. He was tall, with dark hair and deep set eyes, shrouded by thick eyelashes and adorned by the beginning of crow's feet. he had a crooked smile that i used to love, with slightly yellowing teeth and dark stubble that grew from his jawline and made me laugh when he would kiss me goodnight. i remember her distorted, screaming face and my learned helplessness as tears graced my smooth, seven year old cheeks.
a year earlier, i remember s
when spring comes - two.its a beautiful thing to witness, the beginning of new life. i think thats why i liked autumn so much. because i knew, that after the cold and after everything was finished dying and decaying, it would all come back even more beautiful than it was before. it was a hopeful time of year, in a way. it made me happy. besides, everything always seemed so warm in autumn. the warm tones that paraded across the trees made everything seem cosey and cute. it made me aware of the fact that winter was just around the corner, but it was as if things weren't going to be as bad as they were the year before, even though they alway were.when spring comes - two.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
but right now, i think i was being born again. being born into a new being that revolved around this messy-haired, wide-eyed, wild boy. i think it was the begging of a new life, and it was as beautiful to witness as i could ever imagine. it makes me wonder what i miss sometimes, when im too busy to pay attention. maybe i could have witnessed the unfurling of a flower,
ask the butterfliesdear girl,ask the butterflies6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i have a brick house with old wooden floors. vines grow up onto my porch and i sit, thinking i can watch them grow. i have white stone paths that lead to my front door, made of old, heavy wood. the cherry blossom in my backyard sometimes reminds me of you - your bright eyes and gorgeous skin. sometimes their flowers are scattered across the yard; flecks of pink and white on wet green grass, just like your mind - scarttered but still more beautiful than ever.
the doors in my house creak when opened, and i don't own a comfy couch or matress. my porcelain teapot is covered in small, blue floral patterns and flowers grow on my windowsill. some of my walls have cracks in them, high in the ceiling and a tall oak tree grows in my back yard, which sparrows use to nest in during spring. thick patches of shrubs and dark green bushes grow along side it in my garden and my grass often grows too long. i wash all of my clothes by hand and for breakfast i eat home-made brown bread and butt
falling apartshe's got a cage in her chest;falling apart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she keeps her heart there.
there's a hole in her heart;
he used to live there.
when i was young: one.when i was young i wanted to fall in love. in real, uncontrollable, can't live without each other kind of love. the kind of love that makes you so happy it hurts, and the kind of love that never, ever ends. i wanted to be the girl who was always smiling, the girl who was wise beyond her years.when i was young: one.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
now, i realise that kind of love doesn't exist. that kind of love is a fraction of a fairy tale, it's a part of the sky, it's the colour in your irises. it's everything we can't be. it's the only thing that will tear you apart from the inside out.
and now, i realise that to be wise, you have to be hurt - you have to hurt over and over and over again, and you have to learn how to put yourself back together.
you have to watch your entire world fall apart, and you have to watch the people that have always been there walk away. you have to have ached, cried, screamed, and given up, only to get back up and try again.
ivy gardens, wild fire hearts.it was the winter of 2008 and our clothes were wet. my feet were thick with mud and my breath with alcohol. you stood on the porch and waited for me to come out of the rain. i don't really remember what you looked like that night, but i know what your lips felt like and how many stars i count in your eyes. i can recall the feeling of your fingers tracing my spine, and the way i tried so, so very hard to tip-toe around your fragile heart.ivy gardens, wild fire hearts.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the next night, we sat together in my bed i told you that i could see fire in your eyes. you didn't understand me so i said it was similar to having a fire in your heart.
"i dont want to have a fire inside me" you had replied
"because i just dont"
i just wanted you to have what made you happy, so instead i told you that you had snowflakes and light-bulb filaments in your eyes.
you looked me at me and sighed. you said that lightbulbs filaments burn out and snowflakes melt.
it hurt, to see you like that. you were the beautiful, broken boy, a
Oh, Northerly Stepsan ochre calm moment andOh, Northerly Steps6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
something warm and careful hits the stairs.
the steps are clean and
a pair of eyes cut straight lines in the air.
look down 30 feet and
for a moment it sounds like you're crying.
stumble and turn and
for a moment it looks like you're flying.
Yellow.Yellow.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sallow swallow, swallow shallow. Shallow sigh.
Not Like the BooksI hate those booksNot Like the Books7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That are long and important and meaningful,
That shed light on how little we know one another
And what a beautiful lie love is.
The ones where a couple, maybe flush, blushing newlyweds,
Sip coffee together before work
And have a mundane conversation about the dry cleaning.
One half will mention it, in passing of course,
Because how simple and insignificant dry cleaning is to the world,
And after four paragraphs of introspection and hollowed out hearts
And anecdotes about legless grasshoppers causing childhood tears,
The other half of the couple answers, Yes,
And weve forgotten there was a question.
Theres the ignorance, and the distance.
If I dont know you
If I dont know you inside out,
I would venture to say its because you dont know you,
So how could I be doing worse?
At a bare minimum, I dont know myself inside out.
I lead myself through hints and scavenger hunts of motivations and memories
And I hope my mouth
Six Word Stories SubmissionLast November, she was completely mine.Six Word Stories Submission4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunshine machine: 8chapter eight; brendonsunshine machine: 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What the hell, Raneri."
Of all the ways I could have expected to wake up, this was not one of them. But regardless of how little I knew her, it was incredibly Spencer to be sitting here, Indian-style at the foot of my bed, staring me down with those eyes of hers, demanding answers. I blinked at her. "Good morning, sunshine," I mumbled, pulling my feet out from under her and sitting up to face her.
"Would you care to explain to me why the shit I'm here?" she growled.
"Do you know what day it is?"
"I don't care! It could be effing Christmas for all I care! Why am I here?" She was shrieking, and I was trying to keep calm, because I had a fleeting thought that if I yelled back, she might do something rash. Or just yell more, neither of which I appreciated.
"It's Sunday, Spencer, at like 6:30 in the morning."
"That's extremely helpful. I'm leaving now."
Sunday MorningI want sheets one day past freshSunday Morning6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and enough pillows so nothing
every feels stiff or tweaks apart.
I want the windows open and
the temperature perfect for
I thought to want Cleopatra's
handmaidens to serve us but the
world is not big enough for us.
I want movies of every moment
like this playing on the ceiling
so we can stay very horizontal.
I want no visitors and cannot
understand that part of Brian
Wilson's seven year plan.
After several of these days, I
want to write a new poem
prescription including innovations.
I want more of Sunday morning.
To Stall a Giantess-part 3"Okay, I prepared a little spot for you to sleep in tonight," Lucy says, "I hope you like it!"To Stall a Giantess-part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She's clearly excited about this. It's been a full day of idle conversation and laughs. You've hung around with Lucy since she found you in her ice cream, laughing about the incident and getting to know each other. You accompanied her as she went about on her weekend routine, exercising, watching television, preparing lunch and dinner for herself. She seemed so happy to have someone to share it with this time. You get a warm feeling deep within you whenever you see her smile, but you can't help a nagging distrust at the back of your mind. Your prejudice against humans is strong, and you find it hard to place total trust on this girl. After all, she did try to swallow you twice.
"Here we are!" she squeals.
She took you up to her room. You see warm, inviting colors and a very comfortable looking bed. You notice that her bed is king-sized, even though she lives alone.
She sets you down on her be
Solitude ch. 4At Siyyu's request, D'rik put on more movies, starting with the second part of the movie she had seen last night. This time, he was up watching the whole time while sitting on her thigh, a spot she 'ushered' him to. She was sure their fun earlier had put them on the right track to being good friends.Solitude ch. 46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Siyyu was enthralled about her small friend, but tried her hardest to keep from turning him around in her hand. The euphoria she had experienced was most likely caused by the 'chah-klet' she had eaten, something she was little ashamed of, since she forced D'rik into a position he did not feel safe in. However, she was ultimately glad about the ordeal, since D'rik seemed to trust her much more now.
It was probably best to assume that smaller steps were necessary if she wanted to keep D'rik comfortable, but her curious nature was hard to suppress. When the movie seemed to be going into greater exposition, which she couldn't appreciate since she didn't know anything about the human language,
Karina and the lost traveler.Karina and the lost traveler by TryMeIkeKarina and the lost traveler.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Challenged by CE2 to write a story without RPing it out first, so here I am, hope you all like it.
One rainy day in felarya at a hilly and rocky area between the giant tree and the Ur-sagol ruins, a lone vulnerable man was looking for cover from the rain and stumbled across a cave. Knowing how many caves in felarya were inhabited, he had trouble deciding that it would be better to be dry inside even with the risk of disturbing a predator but after doing so, the man entered and crawled into the cave, noting how well lit it was and preparing to make a quick exit for the cave if a predator found him.
He noted the signs of how it was inhabited as he kept walking, and wondered if he should leave now just for safety. But even so he decided to explore, after about an hour he reached the middle of the cave, and found a large well lit cavern.
While that was going on, in the cave the reddish green haired giantess by the name of Karina was sleeping. Snoozi
The Whole World Went AwayThe Whole World Went AwayThe Whole World Went Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: This story contains soft vore and violence.
My name is Samantha. I was a high school graduate and was about to apply to a college before everything took a turn for the worst. Not just for me, but for every human in the world. I was going to study the creation and mechanics of politics and laws and try to make a change in a world that so desperately needed heroes. But mankind became even more desperate for heroes after that fateful week...
It was my first day at my new college and during my English class there was an emergency broadcast on the television. The broadcast told us that a state of emergency had been declared and that everyone was required to wear protective medical masks and to try to stay indoors. It said that a mysterious rock formation had crashed onto the planet and that when scientists attempted to study the strange meteorite it cracked open, releasing a large cloud of a colourless, gas-like substance into the atmosphere. In a matter o
When Paths CrossAt the top of the hill, Baldric paused, catching his breath as he looked out over the forested landscape. The human man wore some simple traveling clothes and wore a sizable pack on his back. Although he did not expect to run into anything very dangerous, he'd not traveled this path before. A sword was at his left side, and hanging from his pack was a bow, with a few arrows. His dark brown hair was tied back behind him, and the beard he normally kept fairly well trimmed had been growing out more. His light skin was looking a little rugged and dirty, though he had tried to keep as clean as he could so far out in the wilderness, a few streams here and there providing only temporary refreshment. When he arrived at the city he sough, he would have to give himself a more thorough grooming.When Paths Cross3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had been on this path for the last few days, and his information was right, he still had many more to go. Thus far, his trip
Food Fight : A Felarya Story(Warning: The Following story contains giantesses, soft vore, some harsh language, and mild nudity. Just warning you. ^^ )Food Fight : A Felarya Story7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Deep within the maw of Felarya lies the Ascarlin Mountains, a harsh, near lifeless piece of god forsaken rock. The only things that survive here are the large monsters who prey on foolish travelers, and the crafty adventurers who have already gone to hell and back. For those who are able to survive, your risks will be rewarded with treasures beyond your imagination, gems worth more than their weight in gold, and shine like the heavens themselves. Although I am reluctant that you Yuka, my dearest friend, have decided to make this journey, I understand that with your current financial situation you have no other choice. Enclosed is a map towards your destination. Please be careful, Felarya is dangerous enough near home, I dare not think what could await you beyond the gates that protect our town. I wish you as much luck as I can and eagerly await the stories
Stygian MercyWarning in advance; this contains dragon vore, and lots of it.Stygian Mercy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A chill like the kind that came with the slow transition from life to death seemed omnipresent here; a cold, dark world known as Bavanoth.
However, actually experiencing the slow transition from life to death proved that the real thing was much, much colder than Bavanoth could ever be.
A humanoid wolf in a beige uniform lay motionless on the hard, slick, black ground, staring up at the pale, luminescent clouds that provided a blanket to the world.
He had been told that sometimes, the sun could be seen on this world, when the clouds would sometimes part and let their dim, ambient light be replaced by something overwhelming and beautiful.
But he would never see it, now. All he could do now was remain here, broken, internally bleeding, and waiting for the caress of death to finally reach out and touch him.
Hundreds of others met the same fate as well, but everyone around him was already dead and covered in beads of water.
Shattered KnowledgeShattered KnowledgeShattered Knowledge4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a request from masterlevan1
Mark is masterlevan1
Everything else is of my own creation
Warning: This story contains soft dragon vore.
Mark was inside of a public library wandering amongst the carpeted corridors searching for a passageway to another world; to escape the one he resided in now. Mark was a man who was always more fascinated with the worlds created through the power of the mind rather than the one all mankind could physically touch. It is for this reason that he loved to come to this nexus of portals leading to worlds where authors could barely describe their total beauty. Trying to satisfy his imaginary wanderlust by entering these other worlds and seeing first hand their fulfilling nature. Mark searched the library for an interesting story, but none seemed to catch his eye. He came to a door with a single word written with golden coloured letters, "PRIVATE". He had walked past this door many times during his visits and he always wondered what l
forbidden friendship part 1On a small island, there are few big cities, and many small villages. It is just past the 10th century, the land is ruled by humans, and kings. On this island, we don't have a king, we have a group of 12 people, simply called "The League," who decides together what happens, no one man can decide. Our island mainly consists of forests and flat farm land, but there are a few big cities where "the league" stays, and many villages for all the occupants of the island. Thanks to "the league," we all live happily, everything is built, we have schools, we have shops, everything we ever need is here. According to "the league," we are living somewhere better than anywhere else, we are more advanced, and we are fully protected.forbidden friendship part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My story starts with a young teenage boy of the name "Jack Borough", he is about 15, he is a small, black haired boy. He lives only with his mum in a small house in one of the small villages, the smallest one on this island. They lived exactly how "the league" w
Unconventional EmbraceWarning in advance: This story contains vore; that is, somebody's getting eaten alive in either a consented to or not consented to manner. If that bothers you, please refrain from being rude to the readers or me; you are not required to read it if you don't want to, after all.Unconventional Embrace3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
Little town on a large island's edge; overtaken by undead. Humans with any aptitude for magic at all were requested to sign up and take back the town.
Plenty of Xeeok- animal people, you could call them, though they prefer you don't -signed up, but the advantage humans have is the control over matter and elements that many demonstrate.
Which means exploding fireballs. Lots of exploding fireballs. Perfect thing for parting a crowd of oncoming undead.
And so you signed up; promised a cut of the pay like everyone else. You probably wouldn't have to cast a single spell, if all went well.
It didn't. Though right about now, that's apparent.
Snow and ash covers the area, with
Aquatic ObsessionWARNING: Contains suspenseful situations, suggestive connotations, and voreAquatic Obsession3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was another request from dragonaddict, hope you enjoy it!
Grass blades waved at the passing wind as the green meadows of the forest bean to awaken. Small chirps and the starting of serenades echoed through the trees by the mocking birds. Rays of sun glinted through the forest canopies as another creature began to rouse in its cave. Moist algae covered the cave as the droplets from recent storms leaked through the boulder cracks. The creature yawned and stretched its leathery wings, cute paws, and large body. The creature widened its maw as it yawned again and stepped out of the cave's mouth.
The young dragon sat by the entrance and sniffed a bit. It looked very lonely and just stared at the sky longingly. The dragon stretched his wings as they began to flap. With one powerful motion, the shimmering black dragon took off into the sky looking for a nice place to go or at least something to eat.