Flying HighMartin never really had a lot of friends at school. Not because he was a mean child, on the contrary, he was always warm and fuzzy to whoever approached the young boy. But he was just that unlucky child that received the job of being the school's punching bag. It didn't help the fact that he was as confrontational as a teddy bear and the smallest student in every grade in school. He was basically the perfect target for cruel children.Flying High4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And so, it wasn't odd to see the poor ginger boy crying his eyes out all alone in one of the corners of the playground during recess. It was possibly the only time when he could actually let go of the frustrations he would accumulate from being the laughing stock of his classmates. 'Stupid' they called him, because until he was six he believed that he could be a plane, and unfortunately for Martin, they didn't have problems with their memories. They excluded him from all games of tag and hide and seek because he was too slow and always ruined the
Forgotten Child Of The DarkForgotten Child Of The Dark5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Earth is spinning at its constant rhythm
But I stand frozen, unable to move
I am alone
Confide to a world of anger and hatred
Population: One, Just me and me alone.
Why am I here if I'm not noticed?
I look for hope in this life
And as I sit and wonder when will my saviour come
I am falling deeper and deeper into this world
Loneliness is considered to be the worst form of poverty
I lurk in the shadows waiting
I am nothing but an empty shell
A trapped soul trying to break through the cage of isolation
I am the ghost of the earth
Visible but never seen
I speak but never am heard
Is this the fate of my existence?
I was born but never known
A forgotten child of the dark
Do you know true loneliness? Are you really alone?
Yours is an understatement
I envy it
You tell me you feel the same way
A lonely soldier in a battle with realism and sanity
A thousand lies flow from the waterfall of which you speak
You're surrounded by family and friends who love you
But emotionless tears roll down you
A Study Of MollyThere were days when Molly expected the corpses to speak back. She'd prattle on about this sale or that rumor, and their cold faces would listen impassively. She'd heard an MD once say that in this profession, they gave voices to the dead. But really, she thought, they're the ones listening to me.A Study Of Molly3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was okay that the students thought she was mad. It was almost a trade trait, something expected of the nutters that voluntarily chose to slice into the cadavers and victims, find out what made them tick, and what stopped the ticking.
Everyone thought Sherlock was a nutter. Molly had thought, from the beginning, that he must have been something strange, running about, yelling at Lestrade. He never yelled at her. She had noticed, he would shout and fume and scathe at anyone who crossed his path with useless data or unfounded opinions, but he never once lost his temper with her.
She would, however, catch the offhanded blows he tossed over his shoulder in her general direction. She came to exp
I thought I knew my death.I thought I knew my death. He grabbed my heart one day and squeezed tightly, banded fear wrapping its way around my body and terrorizing the air from my lungs. "Not..Like..This.." I would gasp, thinking that there must be some better way out. I would start to beg but it would soon be over. He'd release me and my body would give up. There would be nothing left to say.I thought I knew my death.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I thought I knew my death. She would slip into the shadows some months before I thought my time was up. She would slowly take my memories for my own, replacing them with child's talk and nonsensical things. "Oh please, won't somebody help me." It would be a rhetoric, although I wouldn't know that then.
I thought I knew my death. He would seep into my skin and beneath my bones. Disease would spread through my veins, shutting me down. My very soul would ache, because cancerous ways could do cancerous things. He would wrap himself around my very voice, my heart, my tissue and my being. "Take me home." I w
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
A Zoro StoryA Zoro Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"A-are...are you sure? Is that how you really feel?" Carson felt her throat closing and she tried hard not to let how she really felt show but a small strangled cry escaped betraying her real feelings and if that wasn't making things worse a few tears slipped down her pale cheeks letting her know she was close to the edge. All of her bottled up feelings were about to explode... she couldn't take much more.
She had opened up herself, again, and once more she felt the sharp sting of heartbreak. She gripped the front of her shirt where her heart was and felt her chest tighten. Her breath shortened and she tried to just hold it in... it hurt but not as much as the pain of feeling her heart ripped out and stomped on.
"Yes...I think it's best." Zoro felt awful for having to do this but things had gotten too serious between them and he thought it might be a mistake to keep it going. It was just too complicated but he still felt a little pang of guilt for doing this all of a sudden after they
The Gentle GiantessThe Gentle Giantess4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 8 of Shadowdale)
"We haven't spent much time together." Crag explained as she set Sterling down atop the Inner Council's table. "I thought we should get to know each other a bit."
The human smiled up at her and nodded. He liked the gray dragon; she was certainly the kindest among the Council, rarely if ever killing humans for food or sport; she had even gone so far as to make friends with a number of the boy's race. Crag may have been, more or less, a moving mountain at her eighty feet in height, but she was a gentle giantess.
Nimble claws reached down to the dragon's side, drawing a large black box up to the table. The object was slightly longer than Sterling was tall and folded out to reveal a board, lined with both white marble and black obsidian squares. From within the box was an assortment of tiny statues depicting soldiers, knights, priests, siege towers, noble kings, and honorable queens.
"Chess?" Sterling asked.
"I've always been fascinated with the game."
Beneath The Black WillowsBeneath The Black Willows3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.
Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.
Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.
Warmth.Warning: Contains vore and traces of bacon. Don't like it? Don't read it!Warmth.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stepped out into the crisp, cold morning air. It was another beautiful day in the mountains. Towering all around you were the huge mountain ranges, topped with snow and peppered with trees. To your left was the dense forest and to your right was the village. The weather was clear and sunny, today would be a perfect day for exploration. You take one last look at the small cabin and begin to hike up the base of the mountains. The wet dirt is quickly replaced by snow, and the trees by rocks.
You had come to the mountains for a vacation. You came alone and had lived in a small cabin near a small village. For the past month, every day you hiked up the mountain, seeking an adventure. Today, you hoped, was going to be different. You were going to hike further and higher up the mountain then you ever had.
Now here you were tudging through the light snow that had fallen on the top of the mountain during the nig
Celestia's Tiny StudentCelestia's Tiny Student2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Twilight stood nervously before the four ponies judging her. She had studied and reviewed and practiced for months, all leading up to this moment. This was the final test needed to secure her a place in Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns.
"Well, Miss Sparkle?" a stern looking mare asked impatiently, her grey hair shifting only slightly as she made notes on the purple filly’s progress, or rather, the lack of thereof. The passive expression on her face was mirrored by those of the other teachers, who were all waiting for her to hatch the mottled dragon egg that had just been wheeled into the testing room.
Twilight hesitated. Failing this test would mean she wouldn’t be accepted into the school, and she had no idea how to proceed. Despite her ever-present fear of failure, she began frantically to try to hatch the egg and after several fruitless attempts, she gave up, exhausted and certain that she had failed her exam. With her head hung low, she apologized to
Particle Cataclysm Pt.2: RevivalWARNING: Contains vore, suspenseful situations, and suggestive actions!Particle Cataclysm Pt.2: Revival4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Continuation of the story: Particle Cataclysm.
IF YOU'RE READING THIS AND HAVEN'T READ PARTICLE CATACLYSM, STOP AND GO READ IT OR YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND THIS ONE VERY WELL, THANK YOU…ENJOY!
Shades of gray and black flashed by Phil's face-he felt like he was flying through space. He couldn't feel or move his body at all-he could only stare into the black void of nothing. Time passed-the professor had no idea how much time had passed, only that it had been and gone-and light pinks and reds started to flicker in with the grayscale. Feeling returned to his hands and feet, and as deep blue rays flashed by he felt against his face on something soft and tickly. Finally, the full spectrum of colors returned as he opened his eyes to green grass and dirt near his face. He was face down on a grass field and was unable to move for a full minute whilst he tried to defeat the numbness running throughout his entire bod
Wanderer's Luck Pt.2: ReunionWanderer's Luck Pt.2: Reunion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: Contains soft dragon vore, suspenseful situations, and mild/strong suggestive connotations!
All characters and places belong to me.
I hope you enjoy the sequel to the very successful first story as in this one Jim has become enchanted by his experience with Kara and seems to want more, no spoilers.
21st of July, second phase of the moon: 10 years ATC (After the Tundra Conflict)
I am sorry for not writing as often-Lucas has kept me busy these last two weeks, and I have needed time to collect my thoughts. You see, over two weeks ago I had one of the most riveting experience of my life. Namely: I was chased by a twenty five foot dragon, licked by it, and then eaten by it all to find out that it, or she as I later found out, just wanted to play with me. I have come to the conclusion that dragons are weird sometimes Anyways, after I got back from meeting Kara-that's the name of the dragon-I tried to get everything back to normal you know and foc
The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written by Shrunken-LittleBro12 and ExplodingClay
Edited by Alticron
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville and everypony was getting into their costumes. And tonight was a special Nightmare Night, for Luna would be visiting the town once again. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pipsqueak was eager to get into his new pirate costume and collect as much candy as his bag could carry for this Nightmare Night was going to be a very special one; his favorite princess of all time was going to visit Ponyville.
“I can't wait to see her again.” he gave a joyous glee. Pipsqueak put the final touches of his costume on, placing his eye patch on his right eye, grabbing his toy sword and trick bag and running out the door, and just in time to see Luna's chariot coming across the sky towards Ponyville's town square.
Pip excitedly watched as Princess Luna made her grand entrance. The dark blue alicorn wore a dark hooded cloak much like the one she had worn the last Nightmare Night. All the ponies bowed
like in romance novels.i would like to say that it's not my fault i fall in love in five minutes, i would like to tell you i am logical and intelligent and everything the stereotypical whimsical teenage girl is not. because i am supposed to be the person that isn't like everybody else, that doesn't fall into a stereotype, that doesn't fit into any pre-made shape or size or measurement. i am supposed to be the girl that has will power and judgment and thinks ahead. i'm supposed to be on a different shelf, a higher shelf, a place with only me. but i keep finding all these other people on the shelf; it's getting bigger or something. or maybe i just fell down and i didn't notice.like in romance novels.6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i find myself looking at people and wishing that for once there would be some magical moment and they would say to me, "i think you're beautiful."
Dawn in the Forest Pt1Dawn in the Forest Pt16 years ago in General More Like This
The forest was finally starting to thin as two pink boots caked with mud squelched and squished to a halt. She had been travelling for hours on end and wanted nothing more then to sleep against a base of a thick tree. But she needed to take a quick dip first in the closest lake to rid herself of the brown, wet dirt that clung to her clothes and skin. Her creamy coloured legs complained at her with sharp pains as she sat down heavily against the fallen trunk of a tree. She let her white bag slip of her shoulders and fall to the ground with a thud as she closed her tired coal-black eyes.
They slid halfway open and gazed into the dark blue sky which twinkled with the hundreds of stars it held in its endless depths. There were no clouds on this particular night; instead, a full moon shone directly downwards illuminating a beautiful and tranquil lake that seemed to shimmer with the sparkles of the sky.
Dawn sighed happily and stood to remove her thick, warm scarf which clung to her neck and