And you call me a bitch..Did you know that your voice gives me headaches?And you call me a bitch..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't even have to be screaming anymore,
the simple familiar sound pierces right through me,right where it hurts..
I used to be so afraid of becoming you
And you tell me you know what I'm going through all too well
When really,we are so different,we don't even belong in the same room
Now I'm thankful for my own kind of crazy
Because yours would be hell,and then some
Though,I think watching you hurts more than that ever could
And you don't seem to mind hurting people
Not at all,by the way you hand out punches and insults
Sometimes I wonder how the hell I was ever born
Even my safe places and thoughts don't feel so safe anymore
They won't ever again,not with your prying eyes and listening ears
I have to plan my moves months in advance
I know tomorrow you'll act like nothing ever happened
But mother dearest,I don't ever forget
And lately,I'm finding it increasingly harder to forgive
.SetIt is Akhet, the season of sorrow and silt, and Set.Set3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
must tense his sandbreath against the slick of wet
once more. It's always the same: though he's unsure
who started the game, or whose face he wears,
he knows he must prepare for the beginning of the end,
the bite of night and all the slippages in the inbetween.
And he swore he'd bait their breath,
but they'd rather choose death than fear,
with their tombstone legs, arms pegged
in sockets and their locked ears,
burying themselves beneath blocks
built to the sun. They outrun him, every time.
It's a crime. He remembers what his mother said:
do what you're able to keep them faithful,
to keep them grateful under the table.
He wonders where it all went wrong.
So he must sink into the long light, fight wanderlust
for blighted floodplains, and try not to ask why.
There are no answers, only questions.
Even his name is disguised by the way they collide in the dust.
He won't look back to watch the waters rise,
or the blackening of the swallowed
Mixed MessagesIt scares me to think that just in a blinkMixed Messages5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Our life, as it is, could be gone
As strong is my heart, it could still fall apart
And here I could stand all alone
The sky although blue, has a darkening hue
And will rain with so many tears
The smile on my face, leaves a sneer in its place
Still hiding my stifling fears
Flowers will not bloom, in a closeted room
For the light is needed to grow
Though memories so dark and feelings are stark
On the winds of change, they do blow
You see I do feel, what once was so real
But is gone, as the days do end
Love me please as I sing, like a bird on a wing
With mixed messages we do send
A soft lullaby's song, that's never too long
Drift on clouds of the whitest stuff
Please don't leave me here, to far to be near
For today is just never enough
Give me a reason, to enjoy every season
For this life, we are meant to live
To share what is pain, and s
Expedition Letters to GraceDear Grace,Expedition Letters to Grace3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You told me, back when we were visiting Peru and I was feeling down, that I would eventually find my calling in life. I write to you now to tell you, quite happily, that I have.
I can't explain much about it at the moment, only that my sudden absence from the university is for a reason. As I write, I am currently en route to New York City, to visit their museums and get a taste of the culture. I told you before how I wanted to visit New York while I had the chance, and now I travel with purpose.
I will say now, that while what I am about to do may seem strange to you, even mad, I can promise you that I am of sound mind and am determined to see my ambition through. Never before have I felt so strongly about the rightness of my decision. I will explain more in time. All I can tell you now is that I am launching my own expedition, and that it will be unorthodox, to say the least. I write you because you are my oldest and dearest friend, and I feel I can trust you.
Give my best
Bard's LamentMy steps are attached to the ground that holds your kingdom. I saw you once upon a time, when I first came with my humble lyre to play some joy and some pain, and I never left.Bard's Lament10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wonder ; forgotten princess, could the comb you once held in your hand now untangle the torment of my mind?
I wonder; does the mirror that reflected your eyes still stand unbroken; and could it take me where wanders your mind?
I wonder; did the two thousand steps of your castle porch kiss your feet when you climbed them for the last time?
I wonder; do the walls cry at night seeing you forever asleep?
And I, the poorest of all minstrels, I shall destroy my instrument and use its strings to make a bow. And send my everything to you, on an arrow, since I cannot climb up to you holding on your locks, like Rapunzel, or fighting the dragon like Sleeping Beauty. I will send my most beautiful scores, and maybe the touch of my heart’s ink will at last wake you up.
I will sit under your balcony, on the very spot
EPIC LIST OF HETALIA DOUJINSHIEPIC LIST OF HETALIA DOUJINSHI3 years ago in Settings More Like This
WARNING: YAOI. Lots of it. Most is just fluffy cuteness, some is quite explicit. I warn you.
Pirate's Chronicles (USUK)
(England Japan) Insolent Peridot R18
Gap Moe (Bad Touch Trio)
Koori no Kuni ni Shinzou wo Torareta Hito (SuFin)
Gamers syndrome (USUK doujinshi)
igirisu usage to chiisa na otouto
(America x Canada)
An Unlikely SamaritanThe Unlikely SamaritanAn Unlikely Samaritan2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: This story contains violence, dragons and vore, in that order.
Pain. Darkness. It's all I could seem to feel. I can't remember how I got where I was. I felt like I had just had my head split open. All I could remember was entering that building. Finding what I had hoped to discover. Then, out of nowhere, a crack of pain.
"Look at him. Tied up like a pig to the slaughter."
I was sitting on something hard, and wooden. Most likely a bench. The world around me was moving, shifting. I could hear an engine. Most likely I was in some kind of truck.
"We don't take kindly to those who deny us our privacy. This one will be punished."
I could see nothing. My eyes were open, but all I could see was black. It felt like cloth was wrapped around my head. I must have been blindfolded.
"Enjoy the ride, bastard."
The sound of feet moving and wind rushing. Pain hit me in the gut. I grunted. He laughed.
"Not the average man, are you? Looks like what we are about to do will
Pony MagicPony Magic: A Treatise and AnalysisPony Magic3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Celestia, Princess and Acting Ruler of Equestria
The Unicorn Pony, as an evolutionary offshoot of the Equestrain (or "Pony") race, represents a fascinating leap forward. Unicorn Ponies (Equestrius Unicornus) are in most respects physically identical to so-called "Earth Ponies" (Equestrius Sapiens), with the exception of a single horn positioned in the centre of the forehead and measuring in most cases approximately the same length as the distance between the centres of the subject's eyes. (See collected notes: Autopsy U-001 through U-010). The horn grows outward in a spiral and matches in visual shade the pony's skin, although it is composed of a much stronger bone-ivory material. In most cases, the horn is clearly visible even at birth, and has in some instances presented serious birthing complications (See medical file: U-C-716). The internal structure of the horn is more organic in appear
A Dance of Storm and ShadowA Dance of Storm and Shadow3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 14 of Shadowdale)
The quartet of Banelings, presumably coming to check on their prisoners, was completely taken off guard as they rounded the bend in the passageway. The first barely had time to squint in the light of the unexpected torch before it was thrown to the side of the tunnel with a gaping slash in its chest. Another fell beside it a split second later as the Eye of the Storm sliced along its neck, spilling rank green blood across the stone floor.
The other two spider-like creatures sank back from the escaped captives, four of their eight legs raised defensively while the others kept their human bodies above the ground. The swordsmen did not relent, darting forward to remain on the offensive.
They played off each other's movements as the barbed legs struck down, switching positions by weaving around the other in graceful movements. When the total of eight striking limbs were all lowered, lying about their targets like scattered jacks in a child's game, the duo made their
Emotionless Asylum: Part OneEmotionless Asylum: Part One10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was never a normal child. My parents knew that since I was born. That was why they abandoned me outside the orphanage. But even they found me to be, unusual. I never laughed when playing with the other children. I didnt cry either when they picked on me. I never made any friends. I didnt care. I didnt want any. What I wanted was to be alone, and if I couldnt have that, then death.
I wasnt at the orphanage long. After two years of not talking, odd behaviour and not even a chance at being adopted they sent me to a doctor. He spent years studying me. I slept in a spacious room, with a bed, a chest for my things, and a window. They pitied me. I knew it. They gave me nice clothes, toys, books, anything a normal small girl of six could wish for. But I was no typical six-year-old girl. I didnt care for the things they gave me. When I threw the toys at them they would always end up back in the chest. There was only one thing I liked
Typhlosion soft vore(I just realised something! All my stories have a plot that is completely irrelevant to what actually happens in the end... ah well...)Typhlosion soft vore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You yawn and check your watch, it was 8:30 pm. Finally you could go home, you save the document on your computer and log off before reaching into your filing cabinet and collecting your phone, wallet and keys, and replacing them with your Silph.co name tag. You stand up and loosened your tie before pulling the dark blue company blazer off your chair and swinging it over your shoulder. "You off then?" asked a voice behind you, it was one of your colleagues. "Yeah I'm cooking tonight and I've got to get some things on the way home" You reply "Well good luck" He says cheerfully "I've never had any luck with cooking"
After collecting all your things you head for the elevator "Doors closing" Said the robotic female voice "Rmrmrmmr, Ding. Ground floor, doors opening" the metal doors slid open and you stepped into the magnificent lobby. "Going so soon?" calle
Taberu Pokemon Island 1: The Kind Predator.(Warning this story contains Vore. If you are offended by Vore don't continue on)Taberu Pokemon Island 1: The Kind Predator.3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It is a rainy night in Kanto as an eight year old boy runs through a dense forest. This boy is an orphan running away from the orphanage to escape the wicked people who run it. Only things the boy had were his torn clothes and a dirty old blanket he had ever since he was a baby. As he rushes through the forest he can hear the wicked people running after him threatening to kill him. Pretty soon the boy finally makes his way out of the forest and he runs into Celadon City. He takes refuge in a nearby ally, next to the Department store. The boy had no breath but he knew that if he was caught he would die for sure. He makes his way to the back of the ally where he notices a truck at the back of the department store. The boy gets a glimmer of hope as he hears that the truck is going to a sprite region all together. "If I get in that truck then they will never find me." The boy thinks out loud as he
The Shifter in the Stone(Part 16)The Shifter in the Stone3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The guardian collided with Embyr, sending both sprawling. The dragon's opponent gained advantage almost immediately, pinning the Black Terror to the ground.
The advantage was short lived, however, as Crystal dove into the naga. The blue dragon tried to pin the snake-woman to the ground as she had done with Embyr, but the guardian overpowered her and, very quickly, the dragon found herself in the death-grip of the monster's coils.
Desperately Crystal released a burst of fire into the naga's face. Just as with Aracnathid, the guardian froze as the flames touched her skin. The effect was short lived, since dragons could not keep up their fiery breath long, but it gave Embyr enough time to rejoin the fray and begin prying the creature off of her companion.
When the flames died the struggle began anew, the naga tightening her tail around the dragon so that each breath for Crystal became a struggle. The dragons began taking it in turns to release blasts of flame, the other struggli
A Deal With the EnemyA Deal With the Enemy3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 10 of Shadowdale)
"What do we do?" Razor asked. "He could still be alive."
"We let him find his way back to us, then." Pyre replied.
"We just abandon the little guy to those things?" Blaze demanded. "He used to live in the desert; we need his guidance if we encounter something else. The scorpicores made it clear the barrens are dangerous, even for us."
"If he can guide us," the red dragon reasoned "he can find his way back to us."
"I don't like the idea of leaving him behind." The blue dragon said, his crimson eyes scanning the recently covered sand dunes.
"Think about it this way," the draconic leader said "the longer we delay the closer the apocalypse draws. Bane may die if we leave him here; if the portal opens and we don't have a way to defend ourselves, he will die anyway along with the rest of the world."
Shadows fell across the faces of both of the other dragons as they nodded in solemn understanding. They moved away from where they had camped for the night, moving through
Travels for Two: Chapter 2Travels for Two: Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dann looked at the coat. Was it really necessary? He held the trench coat up and examined it. It did look really badass, and as I RPG engineer he was a big fan of dramatic clothing.
Yuri walked in to the room and sighed.
"Are you really bringing that?" she asked, walking to the dresser where she had left her suitcase.
"Ah I don't know." Dann sighed. He put the coat on the bed and moved back to the dresser next to Yuri. He piled some clothing into his bag and then moved to grab the X-box.
"No." Yuri said, catching Dann's movement in the corner of her eyes.
"Awww . But why nooot?" Dann whined. "It's for work!" Yuri shook her head.
"Stop acting like a child. We're not going to play video games."
Dann pouted and zipped up his suitcase. He muttered something and went to put this suitcase with the rest of them. He heard Yuri enter the bathroom after yelling for him to take the bag to the front door. Dann quietly walked over to the TV in the bedroom
The Price of Power(Part 13)The Price of Power3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Embyr meant to howl in agony but found herself instead groaning with pleasure as she felt a kick against the walls of her stomach. Her hand reached down to pat her belly contentedly as her mind frantically sought control of her body, desperately tried to release her friend.
"Embyr! Embyr!" Sterling shouted.
"Hold on, Sterling! I'm trying " she wanted to say, still trying to reach for the back of her throat, still fighting against the dream.
"Embyr, wake up!"
The black dragon's eyes flew open at the sound of Sterling's material voice. She realized, after a moment, that she was standing in the middle of the debris-strewn clearing she had fallen asleep in.
A lump squirmed in the back of her throat and she focused on it curiously. "Embyr, what are you doing out there?"
The dragon's eyes widened in horror as she realized the mass so close to her throat was Sterling.
"I'm so sorry " she apologized, letting the human slide out into her hands. "I really didn't mean to try a
Of Heart and Mind(Part 7)Of Heart and Mind3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sterling fell into the ankle deep snow with a grunt. Flipping over, he eyed the dragon above him contemptuously. Crystal's mouth hung open but was angled so that, even if the human attempted to crawl back inside, he would succeed only in falling out again.
Crystal would never knowingly hurt him, but she wasn't nearly as careful as Embyr. Sterling nearly moved to the black dragon, who slept nearby, but stopped himself; her mouth still carried the stench of humans, the stench of death. She had released those she had eaten, but the grim reminder still remained.
Sterling prepared to move to Crystal's side, the warmest place in the area, but had taken only a single step when an unknown terror gripped him. He stood still, frozen by fear and chill, as the darkness before him seemed to swirl as though it were alive.
Two points in the darkness slowly began to change from black to a bright green shade, eventually forming themselves into eyes. Sterling stared back at the terrifying orbs,
Crash Landing [Blade's Birthday Gift] "After you, Captain Blade." Alex said in mock politeness, giving his fellow marine a sarcastic bow. Rolling his eyes at the less-than-formal display of fealty the young officer strode past his friend, approaching and ascending the long metallic gangplank that led up into what he could proudly call his new vessel.Crash Landing [Blade's Birthday Gift]2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The up-and-coming commander truly looked the part for his job as he pushed past the automatic doors and into the shiny interior of the newly fashioned star ship. Stopping only a few steps into the short corridor the officer took a moment to admire himself in the reflective surface: his medium length black hair, his lean form, and his dark hazel eyes seemed set in a mask of superiority, the commanding aura only intensified by the billowing black trench coat that fell down his gray uniform. Blade smiled at the image, his confidence brimming as he realized he not only was prepared to play the part of a ship's captain but looked the part, too.
Time ParadoxTime Paradox3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am frozen,
Can't step foward,
No way back,
Can keep me here,
Againts wretched bonds,
Never to leave,
Time is my enemy,
Space not better off,
As The Ancient Of Days,
A title no more,
As I watch,
And yet I go on,
Fighting for seconds,
My freedom far beyond,
As I watch the sands,
The endless mobius strip,
Trapped in the husk,
Of a youth,
With an ancient soul,
Condemned for death,
Yet I live on,
Time breaks free,
Disfiguring my empty slot,
I am free,
As vast as space immemorial,
Time's ticking on,
So I must be gone,
What tangled webs I weave,
Creating a series of unfortunate events,
As the time paradox...
The Relationship, Part FourThe Relationship, Part FourThe Relationship, Part Four2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: Contains soft vore and dragons. If you have not read the previous three stories, please do so.
It was the morning after the day Daniel had introduced June to the village. The big green dragon was starting to wake up, stretching herself as she did. Her wings expanded to their full-size, a gigantic display, and she let out a toothy yawn. Daniel was still being held by her, asleep. She looked at him, deciding that she was going to wake him up, but not too abruptly. Slowly, she started to pull him away from her chest and lowered him to the ground, letting go of him carefully. He was still asleep, and she nuzzled him, trying to get his attention. He started to wake up, and wrapped his arms around her muzzle, making her purr. With time, he opened his eyes, still groggy, and looked at those of the dragon. He smiled slightly.
"Good morning, June."
She responded by nuzzling him a bit more, which made him chuckle.
"You're a very friendly dragon," he continued
Tyus's Inner DemonTyus's Inner Demon3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Part 37 of Shadowdale)
Her body was torn; her will was broken; her resolve was shattered.
Silitha floated deep below the surface of the ocean, the frigid salt water stinging her countless cuts as they poured their red tide between the waves. Her eyes gazed up at the light filtering down from far above, watching as her life blood traveled towards that distant realm of air.
Weakly, her five remaining legs twirled like tiny propellers through the dark blue abyss around her. Her gaze adjusted to her new surroundings as she oriented herself, finding the familiar stone pillars protruding from the ocean floor. In the distance her gray-green web stuck out among the tattered landscape, beckoning her.
The drider began making her way towards it. She was in terrible condition, ripped apart in battle by the hands of the terrifying blue dragon that had come to be Tide Bringer's wielder. Her body was thrown to the waves, sinking as she was left to die slowly.
But she was not yet dead. She could surv
Sloth and DiligenceNever stereotype sloth. Sloth is not the refusal to move. Sloth is not the deliberate avoidance of work, for resisting any force takes energy.Sloth and Diligence3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Never romanticize sloth. Sloth is not the peaceful rest of a sleeping baby. Sloth is not the darling nap of a cat in the sun. Sloth is not the exhaustion that follows a hard day of work, for all peaceful rests leads to a renewal of energy, of life.
Sloth is the creaking of bones you feel by simply moving a finger.
Sloth is feeling your body collapsing when you let out the air in your lungs.
Sloth is the cold that saps the strength from your limbs and slows your heart.
Sloth is a numbing, sickly warmth that closes your eyes, that snuffs out your thoughts like some lumbering darkness.
In the soul, sloth plays an endless tuneless song. It is a place that pulls you down harder the lower you go; the absolute bottom, yet only the beginning of descent.
It is a despair, but not one that tortures. Rather, it renders one apathetic; a clouded glass between
Change Through Another's EyesChange Through Another's EyesChange Through Another's Eyes1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a request story from Bowtothedrow
This story takes place in the same setting as The Whole World Went Away.
One day after first infection...
Magma churned within the oceans of fire that lay at either side of the hardened Dark Templars. Having been called to this writhing lava world they call Redstone V, a sizable protoss fleet had been dispatched to do battle with their eternal and hated enemies, The Zerg Horde. It was to be a glorious conflict against the insectoid abominations and the Protoss would surely win. Upon their arrival, they had built a moderate sized base on a remote island with very limited access due to the lakes of magma that surrounded it on all sides. This isolation forced the protoss soldiers to utilize transports to carry them above and beyond the fatal lava flow that churned beneath them. However, it did come at an advantage. Despite their difficulty in reaching and leaving their base of operations, it also meant that t
Fright his savior(There is vore in this story so if you don't like vore I wouldn't read this if you do than continue thanks.)Fright his savior2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night freezing outside from the winter cold a boy was running through the freezing rain crying as he kept looking back as if something was after him he looked back and saw four arrows fly past him pinning them selfs in the trees he continued to run but felt a sharp pain in the back of his left leg and fell over looking down at his leg and seeing a arrow head had went through his leg he grabbed and broke it off then pulling the rest out.
He could hear the men say "où est-il" the boy just sat there unable to move from the wound in his leg he started feeling woozy he looks at the wound it wouldn't stop bleeding from how high his blood pressure was from running he needed to calm down but couldn't cause he could hear foot steps getting closer he was cold and started shivering.
He could see his jean leg was red and if he stayed there it was only a matter