resipiscenthe was one of those dick-faced kids in shades of bright polyester salmon who seemed to always be laughing or looking at me. an ambiguous-named, feminine-famed all-school american douchebag in those quality leather sandals in the wintertime and golf-green shorts.resipiscent3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ta give you some background i'm about as far away on the social scale from him as one can get. you know how all the little groups overlap and flap together, pushed around in the wet sand like wave-rivulets blending little facets of stones together until it makes a dune? well our groups---they didn't even touch. i mean you could go from pop-jock to lacrosse to dipper to weed-dealer to hipster to artsy kid to photographer to theatre kid and MAYBE just MAYBE make a weak little chain like one o em shitty-ass jump rings that connect dollar-store lockets. but anyway the point i'm trying to make is we sit on opposite sides of the room and let sociology take its toll.
of course murphy's law works in that i never know anyone. is it that
Devils Dealings Chapter 4Devils Dealings Chapter 4Devils Dealings Chapter 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Morning came as light started to shine through the curtains that covered the windows, the light shining directly in Chris's sleeping face. This woke him up being one of the few things that would get him out of bed in a morning instead of his inhuman sleeping habits. Chris grumbled to himself as he started to wipe his eyes in order to open them properly. Suddenly Chris noticed something heavy on him as well as a lack of room on his bed, with this he opened his eyes and took a look, "What the?" he said as he saw Deena, Helga and Felicia all in bed with him sleeping heavily without a care in the world, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!?" as he said this he threw all three of them off the bed and to the floor. "HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Deena and Helga shouted out in synchronisation while Felicia simply remained quiet rubbing her head from hitting it on the floor. It had only been a day since Felicia came into their home but she had already made her self at ho
Devils Dealings Chapter - 6Devils Dealings Chapter 6Devils Dealings Chapter - 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That Bow, it can't be, is he really?" Deena said to her self as she and Helga simply stood in fear at the sight of Manuel and the horrible feeling his soul was giving off, it felt like nothing they had ever experienced before and yet it kept growing larger and larger. "Who are you?" Deena yelled to Manuel, the sound of fear and doubt echoed in her voice like an emotion that could almost be seen as clear as day. Manuel simply smiled as he grabbed the black string of the bow and aimed it at the two of them, "I think you know by now" he said as the green cloud formed an arrow in his hands ready for him to fire it at them. "I am the first of the four, the one who rides to bring disease and plague across the world in an endless swarm" he said as the arrow began to increases in size transforming into and almost green missile of energy, "I am the first, The first horseman of the apocalypse, PESTILENCE!" he yelled as he released the string letting it shoot for
Devil's Dealings Chapter 1Devil's Dealings - Chapter 1Devil's Dealings Chapter 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ok so this is my own series based around my OC's and myself and while this story will include my usual vore and stuffed concept I am trying to combined this with a more serious action plot line so hope all my fans like it and will read it even though it will not always contain belly - ness. Cheers Brom290
The sky was dark as midnight approached, the warm breeze of the summer floated round as if like a heavy cloak despite how late it was. Suddenly the sky began to shift and the clouds twist and turn as a portal began to open up with in the sky it' self. From within the portal a head popped out, it was a girl, the girl looked human apart from the horn that poked out of her red hair, this girl was a demon. The girl then crawled out of the portal revealing her whole body, she was dressed in a black demon outfit that only covered up her flat chest and her small waist as well as large black boots that nearly reached her knees. It was more obvious now that this gi
Devils Dealings Chapter - 0Devils Dealings Chapter - 0 Flash BackDevils Dealings Chapter - 03 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Now we take a look at the past of Chris Miles 1 Year before our current story to see the day that started Chris's dark life before he met his devil friends.)
It was a rainy day in the town square yet still the Sunday market continued with a busy number of people leaving hardly enough room for people to move. Chris tried to shove his way through the crowd of people to get to his favourite stall. It was a small sweet stand that hand made most of their sweets, and they made Chris's favourite sweet which was hand made nougat Chris's favourite snack. "Old man you got any nougat saved for me?" Chris said having finally managed to get through the number of people, "oh Chris should have known you would be here today. And the answer is yes have saved some of your favourite pink" the man behind the stand said. His words placed a smile on Chris's face as he pulled out the correct amount of money to pay for the large bar of pink nougat; Chris was almost droo
Devils Dealings Chapter - 15Devils Dealings Chapter 15 The Starving HandDevils Dealings Chapter - 153 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What? You lost your vision?" Chris asked Lance as all their attention was focused on him after what Sarah had said about him going blind after using the God Right technique God Eye, an eye that could see everything any possibility and where any when an eye not meant for human vision. Lance gave a deep sigh that seemed to show that he wasn't worried about his predicament, "its only temporary I'm not blind forever, my sight should return any day" he said adding a little humorous tone to his words making it seem like it was no big deal. However the others didn't seem to treat it any less serious than it was as concern still remained glued to their faces, "regardless Lance you shouldn't use the God Rights so recklessly like that" Sarah said smacking him over the back of his head knocking him off his balance in the process. "Yeah ok I got it" he said rubbing the back of his head where she had just slapped him with more strength tha
Oath Of FeanorThe land lay in darkness Once divine, now deadOath Of Feanor7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When Morgoth murdered The Two Trees and
Finwë the First He stole the long-sought Silmarils
Earning him Fëanors fiery wrath Sentencing the Fëanorians to their fate
So after Morgoths flight Curufinwë , quick to anger
A livid leader Spirit of Fire
New King of the Noldor Ordered that Oath
Cried out to Morgoth Of revenge to be wrought
Of blood to be brought Of revered relics re-won
No Fëanorian faltered No vow m
Just Another Night at Home.Read the Description first. And as always enjoy.Just Another Night at Home.3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Don't you agree?"
Brittany stared out the car window, trees and cars passing by as she was consumed in deep over what she didn't remember.
"Britt are you even listening?" said her friend Mallory.
"What?" replied Brittany.
"Ugh you weren't even listening to my rant! I guess I was just talking to myself for 10 minutes straight!"
"Sorry...what were you talking about?"
"Doesn't matter forget it!"
Mallory and Brittany were driving home from a long day at the beach. It was the long weekend so they decided to drive up state for a nice relaxing day of tanning and swimming.
Brittany looked over at Mallory, who was obviously angry as she clutched the steering wheel with two hand and eyes fixed on the road. She thought about saying something but knew it would just end up blowing up in her face, so she went back to staring out the window.
Brittany and Mallory were best friends since high school. They had little arguments like this all the time so i
Devils Dealings Chapter - 14Devils Dealings Chapter 14 The Ten Grate HandsDevils Dealings Chapter - 143 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hidden in the undisclosed location, the ten strange people that Lance had contacted where still in meeting, "he hiding something" one of the people said turning his gaze to the one sat at the head of the table, the leader. "Oh you think? What part gave it away?" the young man said sat in the seat marked VI for six, "Steelhammer watch your tongue!" the man yelled from the edge of the table sat at the seat marked II. "Enough you two" the man said sat at the head of the table marked I for the number 1, with his words both of them settled down though number six seemed to remain sitting with his feet on the table whilst leant back. "Sarah what is you opinion in the matter?" he said turning his attention to the person sat at the end of the table marked X for 10, "you know more about Lance from experience" he continued while everyone else turned to face her. "His posture was stiff his words mumbled and his eyes shifty, other than th
Deja vu. Again.I had moved here two weeks' ago, but had never visited this section of town so late at night. I had been invited to the pub by my neighbour, to make me feel welcome. An hour ago, she had phoned to say she had been asked to work overtime, and wouldn't be able to make it. Seeing as I was there, I drank a couple of cocktails. I was now walking back home.Deja vu. Again.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Drunken people yelled out across the street. A couple of cars drove by, their horns blaring as the inebriated stumbled into the road. A bright yellow car stopped, flashing its headlights. A woman in a red dress banged on the window. The passenger door was opened, and a shouting match started between the woman and the driver. The woman slammed the door closed, and walked away. My stomach churned. I felt as though I had witnessed this before, and a weird protectiveness came over me. I had a strong urge to warn the woman about her actions, but warring partners were not unusual on a night out, and it wasn't my place to offer advic
HubrisThe world is not a skeleton. It does not ache bone-deep with our atrocities, nor is it fragile and ready for the breaking. It knows nothing so human, except perhaps to forgive our pride. Let me explain:Hubris4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Young, I am a bright star with small, pudgy hands for guiltless flower-crushing. Before even that, I am a wispy squall for food, unused to knowing anything but myself, and warmth, and hunger.
The concept of a hero is a natural progression from understanding speech. I am Me. I am the one all the stories talk about, born special, to whom both innocence and wisdom are possible. I am so great a part of my own self that I do not know it can be detached.
I am eleven, narrow-boned and alone in the red earth, when I first feel it.
A seagull slews out of the bright sky and pegs its beak to the stones, draws it up wriggling. I watch its gullet bob. My hand floats up to mirror the lines of its head against the air. There is a cry, and its eye is a pond of yellow fire staring at me, the air a storm
A real witchthe night is coldA real witch2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my bag is filled with candies
I meet a pretty witch in the street
I want to share my candies with her
her bag was enormous
and I'm very greedy
I plunge my hand into her bag
there was nothing, it was strange
The witch looked me in the eyes
at that time, I realized my error
this was not a disguise
this girl was a witch
Daybreak1Daybreak4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The birds are strung around the house-
a mobile. Set into motion, they drag Helios
skyward. I keep vigil- blackbirds
jackdaws crows starlings- They lift
a tornado of light, from some other
time or dimension. Eos watches
but the doves who follow, timid.
They spill from their windows- Release
their fragrance, a soft glow that sits heavily among
the feeble&young. Release
their rumbling, fat resonance- They narrate as
the building vomits
a whitewash of movement.
These are the wastelands.
End of his cloak trails upon
the sleeping. All that is left:
a dense light in the shadows.
Splendor; it drapes me. I am
mistaken for some forgotten deity
with my buzzing eyes and drying mouth.
My skull closes in on my eyes, a swollen
relic of tiredness.
The swans dissipate. [ A smudge on the
fog of green. The landscape loses its sharpness
AwakeningAwakeningAwakening5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of rain pouring down and coming into contact with the window was more of a relaxing sound than eerie. Looking over at the wall thinking about a lot of things. Things that I needed to find a conclusion to. A small sigh escaped from my lips, nothing was in the air that would distract my mind. No sounds of car horn, trains or even the technology inside the house. It was tranquil in an eerie peaceful sort of way. Leaping out of my bed and walking into the hall something was "different." The walls were starting to crumble as paint was beginning to peel leaving it colorless and bland. Taking a few steps towards the stairway the floors were starting to creak and become weaker with each step. I was fearing that at any moment that with misstep that I would fall through the floor. The outcome, I didn't want to give it much thought. My eyes were in shocked after arriving at the foot of the stairs. A loud crashing sound echoed throughout the hall and just when you open your eye
ValhallaValhalla waits for those who die.Valhalla7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The eternal feasting hall in the sky.
One day I shall go and there join them.
My brethren in a hall of men.
Until that day I long to fight.
Kill by day make love by night.
Friends once lost will meet again.
My brethren in a hall of men.
To Play Joseph sat attentively at the front of the class as Ms. Parry explained the day's lesson. The name of William Shakespeare clung tightly against the blackboard in the loops of her handwriting. The other children's legs folded and unfolded as they peered up at teacher, and more than a few fingers were prying apart the carpet for tiny stones they could throw at their classmates. Joseph alone leaned forward, transfixed by Ms. Parry's words. She was explaining that while the children might be taught a lot of rules to do with sentences and grammar and conjugation and spelling, these rules were there to guide them, not restrict them. She paused for a moment before asking the children if they had ever been on a bouncy castle. The miners stopped their excavation, momentarily halted in their deconstruction at the mention of that fabled birthday party accessory. Ms. Parry nodded and explained that the rules of grammar were just like a bouncy castle; they were there to keepTo Play5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Among undertakersAmong undertakersAmong undertakers5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
a graveyard, a tombstone, a hat
three undertakers: Victor, Markus & Willem)
Willem: "There were less heavy exemplars."
Victor (mockingly): "Our youngster."
Markus (more mockingly): "Bury the grudge."
[passes the hat to Willem, who puts one coin in it and takes two coins.]
Willem: "The old age is none of my business." [pokes Victor in his side.]
Victor: "Distillate the potatoes of life well, son."
Willem (realises his comment was not very polite; humble): "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it in that way."
[Victor taps Willem on his shoulder."
Victor: "There is no country for old men."
Markus: "That's why we are sailing the seas of gin." [laughs]
Willem (relieved): "Well, that's fixed then, I guess."
Victor: "It's only fixed when ye're dead."
Markus: "The undertaker degenerates to a corpse, in the end, just like the carpenter will become a wooden coffin."
Victor (gets the hang of it): "Or the butcher who will become a piece of cold meat!"
Willem: "Lord Byron became a po
No One Needs To KnowThere's a thousand and one things I do that concern you.No One Needs To Know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one needs to know, or care, but here are just a few.
How I'll wear just my jersey, the one with
your name on the back, to bed with me. Just so
that I can have a little piece of you holding me
as I fall asleep.
The way I'll smile when no one's looking because
your face is on my mind, and your name on my lips.
The way I'll reread our conversations of a hundred
"I love you"s.
The way I'll whisper "Goodnight, my love"
to no one but my bedroom walls.
How there's always more room and an extra pillow
in my bed, just for you.
The way I'll look at pictures of women, stomachs swollen
with another life just inside, and break into tears, wishing
it was me carrying your baby.
The daydreams I produce, all including you. Our wedding
day - you in a tux. Our first kiss, shared in the airport.
Making love in our bed. Our children's smiling faces.
How I want to lose my virginity to you. Have you be my
first, and my onl
The Guinness SestinaOver the bar, a poster reads: "Guinness For Strength."The Guinness Sestina9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I now know that's a lie. I don't feel any different,
just the same, slow beautiful burning I felt
when I gave up Coors Light for something heavier;
a foamy, portly stout, meal and home in a pint
that my ancestors (and now me) found so comforting.
First time I tried it, I was looking for comfort.
I'm Irish and all, too--I wanted something strong,
(would that make me more Irish? Finding it in pints?)
thinking its thickness could somehow make a difference.
I'm a little dude, so maybe something heavy
could change me, inside. Is that a dumb way to feel?
It looked hot like coffee, but in my throat it felt
like swallowing ice cubes. Despite my discomfort,
I drank. Into my stomach it settled, heavy.
"What's wrong, faggot?" my friend asked when I lost the strength
to finish. He sneered. I was indifferent.
I was waiting to be transformed by the pint.
I thought it worked. Though I couldn't finish the pint,
I liked it. I was bett
Awake For The SunriseI despise every solemn sunrise spent without you,Awake For The Sunrise4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pink flesh of sunburned skies peeling away
and resting in my bloodshot eyes that say
I will cry before it rains and the sun
will always be more bright than our future.
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try,
because the moon loves the stars enough
to be with them at least once a day.
The way rain clouds ploughed their way
into yesterday and tomorrow reminds me
of the time I asked why you were crying
and you told me "Today won't last forever."
So my heart broke
like it had no other options;
a water-filled jar being frozen
and there just wasn't enough space
left in my chest for air.
Mechanical DeathEven mechanical things can live.Mechanical Death3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It stirred, steel tendons and synthetic muscles twanging like sad music in the cold silent dark. In turn, the dark hissed back, a noiseless sound from the furthest depths of blackest space. The thing with the tendons of steel and the skinless hide glistening with oil twitched and spasmed and trembled, the mess of electric synapses it called a mind confused by the notion of life.
It felt. And what it felt confused it, for it had never felt before and it did not know what it was to feel. It felt cold and hot at the same time, two extremes of temperature that at a point became inseparable with each other. It felt and heard and saw a world that it did not understand. For it had never lived before now.
The mechanical pump at the center of its being fluttered uncertainly, a chaotic interruption of a carefully timed rhythm: Thump flutter thump click whiiiine. The hissing noiseless dark writhed in its corners of blackest black and waited.
What is this
list for ninth october1) your lover is dead andlist for ninth october3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you burn the eggs. grease
streaks the stove. you
sit, stand, switch off
the burner. sit.
the birds chirp. sit.
2) your lover is dead and
the birds are hungry:
the blue-jay funereal
sick ocean grey.
you shore yourself
against the bare mattress,
empty mason jars, your
mother's phone calls,
by desk receptionists.
the author's name
dwarfs the title,
that means it's good.
that means it's popular.
you spill tea
and soak its pages
and sit. sit.
3) your lover is dead and
the tea is cold.
the leaves have settled
in rorschach patterns.
the tea is hot:
when it's poured.
when you walk away.
you open your mouth.
4) your lover is dead and
you can learn no more
languages. dust sheaves
on books, in sunroom-motes.
half-eight, you feed the cat.
she scratches the door.
you say nothing:
5) your lover is dead and
you've fallen asleep.
your lover is dead and
6) you know that mockingbird don't sing
we never had no diamond rings
Exhume and InhaleI have tasted God, he tasted of sweet wineExhume and Inhale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and sandalwood, the deep forest you lay down
in the moss and twigs, scattered like finger-bones,
your spine ripped out, curved like a bow.
I couldn't find your heart, trembling
against the opened cage of your ribs,
under the gently speaking rustle,
leaves unfurling, the dance of sunlight
slinking between your vertebrae:
piccolo skims and birchskin shaves.
I fled. Your right shoulder blade beckoned still,
unfolding like the slow feathers of a wing,
your wrist flung out, palm
up, gasped my name,
but I could not stay, only
strained your skin with oleander tea,
drifted, drifted with the tumbleweed,
the blind breath of the wind:
and I had tasted God, birdsong on my tongue,
soaring, sweeping, sweet and free.
SuperimposeHe doesn't look like a gymnast. He's all button down shirts and frazzled grey hair framing wire spectacles, a picture perfect professorial archetype down to the very tips of his frayed shoelaces. But he was a gymnast once, or so he tells us, and I believe him because he smiles like he knows something while he's chatting before class.Superimpose3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
It's strange to see that image superimposed over the current one the distinguished professor in pressed khaki slacks and a jacket, worn brown loafers exuding a faintly courteous manner (you can always tell them by their shoes), and a ring on the fourth finger of his left hand versus the athletic kid who went to college for a semester and grew nine inches too tall to keep doing what he loved so he took up a tennis racquet instead. Gymnasts don't wear suit jackets; no steel mill worker has such manicured nails. But the images are all there, flickering just under the surface and bubbling up again when he's recounting stories about his days in Pi