YesterdayYesterday I was innocent -Yesterday5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knew nothing of the world.
Yesterday I had no clue,
No hint of the flag unfurled.
Yesterday affects today and
Today will affect tomorrow:
So yesterday affects the future,
And unknowingly causes sorrow.
Catch yesterday! 'Fly, faeries, fly!
Go out with hopeful hearts and minds,
To separate the pain
And free up all that binds.'
Did yesterday exist?
Can we prove it happened today?
Will you now deny it and move on,
Forgetting your yesterday?
Trying to Stand On My OwnThe bus travelled slowly through the rolling countryside, bumping over every rut in the little-used road and interrupting quiet conversations going on behind me. My shoulder bag bumped gently against my leg as we turned a corner and I moved it so it was on the seat next to me. The bus was virtually empty: not many people used this road so it was in disorder and made the journey difficult for big vehicles.Trying to Stand On My Own5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We grumbled to a stop outside a decrepit and beaten up old bus station, with no window panels and a timetable for a lifetime ago. There was a lone person standing in the freezing weather, covered by a thin sports jacket with the hood pulled up, providing some small protection from the whipping winds. I absently noticed that, although the weather was at the harshest it had been for days now, the jacket was open revealing a thin white shirt and a thickly muscled chest. I dismissed it and turned my attention back to the slowly fogging window and watched, entranced, as a single teardrop o
Favourite Pirate (Foxy The Pirate TF)Favourite Pirate (Foxy The Pirate TF)10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written By ZacharyEverlust
“He was always my favourite…”
Dressed up ready for work, sweet and salty sweat dripping down from my forehead, this is no place for any man to be at.
“Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it” I sarcastically replied. I doubt anyone would still want to work in this pizzeria after hearing my pre-recorded messages for the past-three days, but better to be safe than sorry…for their case at the very least.
“Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow.” Words slipped by as I glanced nervously at the left door. *Bang Bang* goes the one animatronic I so adore, the coolest of the bunch. I still wished that he wasn’t condemned of being in co-hoots with THAT OTHER foxy, more commonly known by my colleagues as the Mangle.
“It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you.” I paused for a sec, clearin
Drunk As a Skunk (Skunkette maid tf tg) Julius was having a rough week all of a sudden, his girlfriend had left him for another fox, he lost his tiara so he can't turn into Julia anymore, and now his best friend Drake had turned into a skunkette maid and left him for a new life! Julius was all alone, Tomek was on vacation, Aaron and Alex were both dealing with personal issues, so there was no one left for him to hang out with for now. He had nobody to talk to so he decided that he had to get over it somehow. Julius created a fake id for himself and decided to take up drinking for a while. But on one night at the bar, his life had changed forever for the best.Drunk As a Skunk (Skunkette maid tf tg)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
One night Julius was at the bar minding his own business at the bar drunk as usual when he was suddenly approached by a certain some. Someone he had know for a long time and really had wanted to see again. It was His long lost best friend Fifi, Julius suspected she was working at the bar when he saw her. She went straight up to Ju
Attack of the Pumpkin Blob! (Slime WGTF)ATTACK OF THE PUMPKIN BLOB!Attack of the Pumpkin Blob! (Slime WGTF)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yet another boring Halloween had rolled around, the streets lined with decorations and people out in costume in the quest for candy as usual. Cackling witches, howling werewolves and moaning zombies. Spooky scary. Li missed the good old days when Halloween was scary. Back when people put effort into their damn costumes! Now it was always sexy witch this and vampire that, bah, never an awesome inventive one like a zombie rocker or werebadger or something. Hmmph.
“Ugh, ye’d think people’d get better costumes nowadays…” she complained to herself, watching kids go buy in their little fairy and witch costumes.
Lumbering to her feet, Li was as immense as ever; her gut bigger than a yoga ball drooped down over her jorts like a furry pile of jelly, rippling as she took a slow walk to her kitchen. Her vast backside wobbled as she did so, each cheek big enough to smother the 3 person couch she had and almost spill off of it, with meaty tr
A Special Bird : Haxorus TF: RequestA Special Bird : Haxorus TF: Request2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
“Seems like a very nice day,” Thought Ala as he strolled through the park. The green grass still had glistening dew covering the blades, and the trees with their luscious green leaves and sturdy bark made the park seem very bright and cheery. The sun was out, though the day wasn’t too hot, or too cold. More like a mix between the two which created a perfect atmosphere for nature. Ala kept walking until he came upon a bench in the middle of a small clearing between some trees. Ala sat leisurely on a worn, wooden bench with iron railings, and relaxed.
After about 5 minutes of resting, Ala spotted a red and black bird resting in a tree nearby. The bird was mostly red, although the top of his head and wings were black, and his feathers looked well groomed. The beak was purely white, and Ala was intrigued to find such a graceful looking bird. Ala reached for a pack of birdseed in his pocket, and put some in his hand. He slowly lured the bird down from the tree into the gra
Two Mangled Heads [The Mangle TF]Two Mangled Heads [The Mangle TF]9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two Mangled Heads
Written By Zachary Everlust
On the Second Day of Christmas transformation gave to me, Two Mangled Heads.
Oh Dang it! I’ve forgotten to plug in the electronic fire-place, Man I’m freezing. I complained, kind of shuddered with the cold breeze pressing against my Goosebumps, making my way unhappily towards the freezing chimney.
I stared at the clock located on the wall directly to the left, it was past 3 am in the night. “This is a pain.” I sighed, it was already pretty difficult getting to sleep. I mean, it’s Christmas! Who sleeps on Christmas? Well…I do, Christmas Eve was a blast! Can’t wait to do it again next year. Shame Santa got me nothing this year.
I checked the plate of cookies I left above the fireplace…dusty but still contains the fresh chocolate chips I’ve baked earlier today. Maybe the fireplace wasn’t such a good idea? Ma
Nala TGIf there was one thing Nate loved, it was The Lion King. It was his favorite movie ever. He loved everything about it. The animation, the characters, the story. There couldn’t be a more perfect film. He especially liked Nala. He found her fearless personality appealing. One day, while he was browsing his local thrift store, he came across a strange videotape labeled “The Lion King: Director’s Cut”. Excited and curious, he bought the tape and ran home. Once he got to his basement, he dusted off his old, seldom-used VCR and popped the tape in. Suddenly, the VCR started shaking and sputtering. Nate approached the VCR to see what was wrong, only for a bright flash of light to knock him back. His basement walls crumbled, revealing a lush African plain. As he looked around in awe, a tan fur began growing on his skin. Dumbfounded, Nate fell down when he felt a pain growing in his body. The muscle tones in his arms and legs hardened out and grew bulkier. His feet grew lNala TG3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Best Night Ever - Night Fury TFThe boy sat at the top of the mountain. Finally, after days of the icy wind pounding on his shoulders and the cold snow biting at his heels, he had made it to the top. It had been his goal ever since he was a toddler, he had become the youngest person to climb the mountain, much younger than the older man that had climbed to the top many years earlier. It was a common goal throughout the tribe to climb this mountain using only one's innate abilities. The boy had not been allowed to take any sort of item on his journey, only the things he found on his way.Best Night Ever - Night Fury TF5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something had always bothered him, however. The older man who had previously climbed the mountain returned to the tribe two years after he led left them. He seemed to have gone insane to his peers; all he ever talked about was the moon and the night sky and how it was the most wonderful experience of his entire life. He didn't even seem to care that he had made it to the top of the mountain and even had proof of it by obtaining a uniq
Bite of '87"CREEEEAAAAAAKKKKK"Bite of '871 year ago in Horror More Like This
The year was 1987, and a recently added attraction at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was developing a lot of popularity. The show featured, obviously, a pirate's theme, and the star was a red fox animatronic, cleverly titled "Foxy." The children already adoring the pizza place's animatronics instantly fell in love with it.
However, parents felt another perspective on the fox. His mouth made a constant creaking sound whenever he spoke, and he made such haphazard movements that the hook on his hand would tend to swing dangerously close to the children watching.
It was too bad that the show was shut down so soon after it started.
The cause was a child asking her dad to take pictures of her with Foxy during the show. Nobody had really noticed how much the animatronic's creaking had intensified that day. There had also been the rumors going around about the animatronics being alive, with personalities and thoughts.
But more importantly, nobody really noticed how much Foxy glared
Five Nights at Freddy's: GAME OVERFive Nights at Freddy's: GAME OVER1 year ago in Horror More Like This
I chuckled as I shut the door on Foxy he starts pounding on the door, 'This place isn't that hard to work at.' I think. I hear Foxy walk away then I re-open the door.
I sit there for another hour blocking Bonnie and Chica out constantly. It seems pretty simple since it's only 2 AM. I begin to chuckle again but I see something at the right door and it won't let me close it. Then I see Freddy, he grabs me by my leg, causing me to drop the tablet, and drags me toward the Service Room. I begin to scream but it will do me no good here since no one can save me.
Finally I get to the Service Room, he slings me in to the suit forcably closing it, Crushing my entire body.
The last thing I see are the mask on the wall...
The last thing I hear is the sound of my bones breaking...
The last thing I taste is my own blood....
Creepypasta: The Bite of '87It was a normal day at Freddy Fazzbear’s Pizza. A show had just ended on the main stage and the main animatronic, Freddy Fazzbear, was walking off the stage and turned his attention to the kids. “Hey hey hey hey kids! The show is over now but another will be starting soon in Pirate Cove. Just follow me!” Freddy laughed he led the kids over to part of the restaurant called “Pirates Cove”. “I can’t join you on this pirate ship but Foxy will make sure you all stay safe, right Foxy?” Freddy asked a Fox animatronic that had a hook where his right hand should be and an eye patch over his right eye.Creepypasta: The Bite of '871 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yar be right Freddy. I won’t let anything hurt these land lovers.” Foxy said in his robotic pirate voice. “Now ye better get out of here or I will have to make ye walk the plank!” He added.
“Alright, have fun kids!” Freddy said before leaving.
“Now, it will be a while till the show starts so have a goo
Zoroark and Zorua: Balloons of illusions?Zoroark watched her young son Zorua play around. She smiled. Such a beautiful child. Her son was perfect in almost every way. If only the child wasn't so damn curious of everything.Zoroark and Zorua: Balloons of illusions?1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Meema, can we play a game now? I'm getting really bored..." Zorua turned to his mother.
"Sure, sweetie... what do you wanna play?" Zoroark asked
"I wanna play the balloon game."
Zoroark stared at Zorua with a confused look on her face. "The balloon game? I've never played the balloon game before. How do you-"
Suddenly, the Illusion Fox Pokémon noticed something surprising. First, she was shocked to discover a hose within her mouth, she then saw it connected to what appeared to be six compressed air tanks. Secondly, she could feel a strange, tight pressure in her belly building up within her, as it started to bulge like a balloon after first inflating.
Her belly started out tout and small, giving the impression that she look pregnant. Very soon, though, her belly encompassed the size of their bod
Trade-off (Rhydon TF)Trade-off (Rhydon TF)1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
At last, you are back, doctor. Gear stoically greeted and observed the two figures in front of it.
"You don't sound too happy to see me... But yes, we're back. Did we interrupt something?" Ridley stretched and stared back at the computer's optical attachment.
Not at all, nothing happened while you were away. I was waiting for your arrival to resume our activities. Greetings are relatively useless when it comes to human-machine interaction, and science does not mix well with holidays.
"But being tired is what makes us alive... And Ridley has been through a lot in a short period of time." Alex retorted and sighed.
"Exactly, and that's not important. I'm ready to continue, and I won't make any more mistakes... What a nice trip it was anyway!" The traveller started neutrally but ended with a grin.
"Yeah, it was! I wish we could do that again some time!" The Noivern added with enthusiasm.
Settle down. No more vacation, you shall get started immediately. While you were busy,
A TF Poem for Foxy (Foxy TF)A TF Poem for Foxy (Foxy TF)11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A TF Poem for Foxy
Written By Zachary Everlust
Foxy the Pirate, the coolest of the bunch
Lies sneakily and quietly in his Pirate Cove
Loves to be noticed, but not too much
For when you upset him, he’ll show you his love
Knocking on the door, quick but gently
Asking if you’ve seen any of his precious “looties”
But once, he revealed his true intentions accidently
Which is to come back every night, to steal all em Booties
I really do admire him
Both his bite and well, his bark
But sadly, the light’s getting dim
But I remain calm, as I’m not afraid of the dark
CLANK! The door flew open
And the air becomes solemn
But the room begins to fill out with a melodious cheer
I did it? Didn’t I? I completed Night 4 of this shift
But my reward is not the freedom of light
As my eyes begin to drift
And signals began pulsing through my body with all their might
Why? Didn’t I win? Shouldn’t I get re
The Unexpected Adventure: Fox to Dragon TFThe Unexpected AdventureThe Unexpected Adventure: Fox to Dragon TF1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I opened my eyes and surveyed the area carefully, I realized, I wasn’t somewhere familiar. It looked like the middle of nowhere, with only trees surrounding me, pine trees to be exact. I looked below the trees then closer towards me and I noticed that I stood on what appeared to be an endless dirt road. One thing in particular on my body felt…weird. It felt like I wore no shoes, yet I could feel the ground under my feet, a few rocks digging softly into my soles. It didn’t hurt, but then I realized, my feet weren’t normal human feet, they were actually paws! White paws in fur to be exact, each digit adorned by a small white claw that could be my toenails. Then I inspected my entire body, and it wasn’t the same. I appeared to be some sort of vulpine creature, a fox, on two legs, standing without a problem. I looked at my backside and it was covered in the same white fur, with a yellow tipped tail slowly wagging behind me. My own t
Through the Lenses of Change- Rayquaza TFThrough the Lenses of Change- Rayquaza TFThrough the Lenses of Change- Rayquaza TF5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Justin was your “almost” everyday 16 year old. He had a great job, several friends, but he was an orphan. He had no parents ever since he was 3 years old, and since then, has been in the foster home under the care of Mark and Leona. A few of his friends were pretty much “fake” and to top it all off, most of them really didn’t care about him. That’s before I came in…My name’s Ace, and you’ll be finding out who I am a bit later….
“Hahaha loser! You call this a drawing?” One of Justin’s ‘friends’ grinned and held up a rough sketch of a drawing he was working on. The clouds were slowly darkening overhead and it “Dude give it back!” He growled in return and clenched his fists tightly. “Hahaha why should I shrimp? You can’t do anything to hurt me!” The big human chuckled and then began to tear the drawing into pieces. Just
Wash One's Hands"I'm sick of this! Of everything!" I yelled, throwing another plate at the wall behind which my husband, Michael, was cowering. Everything had gotten to me: work, stress, pain, rejection. I could feel the heat of anger in my heart, which was throbbing heavily in my chest, along with my heaving breath. White heat was running through my veins, blocking out thought, streaming into my blood. I was losing my job, I was fighting with the one person I couldn't live without. I had all this pent-upanger inside me, wound tight like a jack-in-the-box, ready to spring out and damage something. The tension inside me kept winding me tighter and tighter, until every muscle in my body tensed and my lungs began screaming for air, though I was taking huge gasps of it...Wash One's Hands5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'ARGH!' I screamed, throwing yet another plate at the wall with enough force to leave a huge dent and smash the plate to a hundred pieces, scattering everywhere across the kitchen, one piece catching me across the legs and tearing my tro
A different sort of inflation (Drifblim Tf)For the average tourist, Nimbasa City was one of the best places to go. Musicals, sports, a theme park, subway battles, a gym...it seemed like it just about had everything. Everybody was smiling or laughing. So why wasn’t a young woman, Debbie, doing the same?A different sort of inflation (Drifblim Tf)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
One might have understood if one had known Debbie’s background. Her job required her to do autopsies, which was a good job for her due to her fixation of death, wanting to know just what lay beyond the world. Her job was specifically Pokémon: whether or not their injuries were caused by wild Pokémon, neglect, abuse, illegal battling, accident and so on. She had to treat her job with a certain amount of distance: getting involved in cases personally would prove disastrous for her moral well being. That had slipped in dramatic fashion when, quite by mistake, she was given her mother’s Palpitoad to examine. She ran home, only to find a murder scene. Her father was later convicted of the double murder: he
Diamonds are Forever, Snacks are for the Present“Urgh…”Diamonds are Forever, Snacks are for the Present1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Diamond Tiara groaned to herself as she stood in her luxuriously spaced bathroom, staring into the mirror while standing on the scales. The purple haired girl was frowning at her reflection as it grumped back at her; her incredibly doughy body did not look too appealing to her. Her belly was like a deflated beachball, oozing over her panties and resting itself against her thighs, the top portion of it gently squished against her watermelon sized breasts, straining her lacy black bra something fierce. A gratuitously sized backside flowed out behind her, each cheek easily bigger than her own head! And the feature she actually enjoyed the most, her lusciously thunderous thighs, each one a puffy, silky soft pillar of wobbly fat below her Hartman Hips.
“Well, if there’s one good thing outta all this…” she mused, giving one of her meaty thighs a slap and sending a cascade of jiggling across its surface.
Sighing, the plump spoilt princess look
Gogoat Taur TFGogoat Taur TFGogoat Taur TF1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Requested by MandL27
Calem was on his way to Lumiose City, which wasn't far from where he was right now. Calem was a young male Pokemon trainer who had black medium hair, and wears a red hat with sunglasses on it, blue jacket with blue pants, and black boots. He comes from a small town called Vaniville Town, which he is far from. It was getting late, and he needed a place to rest. However, he knows there is a Hotel over there, so he could rest.
Once he arrived, he looked for the hotel in Lumiose City, only to get himself lost. He didn't know where he was and checked every possible spot until he heard a voice. "Over here..." He turned to see where the voice was coming from. Calem was confused and decided to get closer to it.
He was close enough, the voice was still heard, but nobody was around. However, he didn't hesistate and just went inside. He found a bed and a table with salad on it. It was probably b
A Knight's LessonJerusalem, 1150 AD:A Knight's Lesson7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The streets of Jerusalem were packed with merchants heckling and selling their goods to the citizens of the city. Everything that could be for sale was for sale in this city. Food, weaponry, pots, slaves, you named it they had it. Even with the sun beating down on them people continued shopping.
That was until a man riding on a horse came through with his entourage. This was no ordinary man, as the chainmail armor and sword showed. People stood off to the side, a bit scared at the site of one of the knights. About fifty years earlier Jerusalem had fallen to the armies of the Crusaders, and people still had some fear when they saw them. Eventually he passed, and everyone continued on with their shopping.
Before we move on with the story, I believe a little more background about the knight is needed. His name was Frederick of Mercia, and he had arrived in Jerusalem several years after the end of the First Crusade. He was quite handsome man, with a creamed color
The Letter- Reshiram TFThe Letter- Reshiram TFThe Letter- Reshiram TF6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adam couldn’t believe it when his package arrived in the mail from his friend Taz all the way in Opelucid city in Unova. He lived in Rustburo city in Hoenn so it was a great distance away. “Alright let’s see what we’ve got here.” The teen smiled and called his partner Zangoose to his side named Nick. “Could you cut it buddy?” He asked kindly and the feline nodded then sliced through the packaging tape with ease thanks to his large sharp claws. “Zang!” Nick smiled and waited patiently next to him. Adam carefully opened the package which was about the size of 14x12. Inside the box was a lot of styrofoam packing peanuts (which were tossed like confetti onto Nick which made him snarl playfully) a Dedene cat toy for Nick, and a curious white and round stone that fit into Adam’s palm.
“Wow that was really nice of Flamey and Taz to send us these things eh Nick?” He smiled and tossed th