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
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
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
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 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
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
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
Devils Dealings Chapter - 6Devils Dealings Chapter 6Devils Dealings Chapter - 64 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
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
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
ValhallaValhalla waits for those who die.Valhalla8 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.
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
Lover on top of a mountainThey who scale mountainsLover on top of a mountain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
content themselves with the feeling
of love, not confirmed
with action. They can fly the arrow- never mistake- truer
than any romantic. But
height is a lofty mistress, and the
keenness of the wind is
ever seductive, because it whistles
the story clearly that gets
Who -wants- to get mangled?
We are not beasts of burden, even if
we've worn this fur for thousands of years.
To dive from the clean, clean edge into
chaos is unthinkable.
To frolic among the tumbling bodies
and risk trampling and being trampled
is enough to curl back and reach
for the highminded pleasures
Oh, but such a dream
veiling a cliff's face
eventually reveals itself to
appear only to those who
fall from the sky. So the lover
spends all her time devising paths
to those below. She braids the ropes
and drops the chains, even taking a sledgehammer
to the rocks for a perilous winding road
but the danger she
undermines, and it is
few who exceed the intimacy of
A real witchthe night is coldA real witch3 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
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
Mechanical DeathEven mechanical things can live.Mechanical Death4 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
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography11 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
AirYou do not have to be empty.Air3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go, now, to the high places, the thin spires
of mountains and skyscrapers
the roof of your house, tipped with snow,
and fill yourself up with the air.
Drink it in, taste it, roll it around
on your tongue, feel it settle
in the caverns of your lungs. Feel the dust
and the ice crystals and the scraps of newspaper
brush your lips, and fill yourself with them, too.
Fill yourself up with the moonlight, the frost,
the dusky rose of the rising sun,
the night, the morning, the calls of birds,
the sillhouettes of telephone poles,
the shadows of people and clouds and alley cats
that dance across the pavement.
Fill yourself with the feel of your lover's hands,
the smell of the cold wind (mint and forests)
the taste of afternoon tea, the sight
of birds pinwheeling in the snow.
You do not have to be empty.
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 Play6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
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