S : Bledy w czerwieni 003John oparł się z jękiem o umywalkę. Głowa bolała go niemiłosiernie i czuł się okropnie. Siedzieli tu półtora miesiąca. I naprawdę miał dość. Czuł się jak w cholernym więzieniu. Albo jak jakiś świadek koronny.S : Bledy w czerwieni 0034 years ago in Drama More Like This
Przemył twarz lodowatą wodą. Zakręciło mu się lekko w głowie. W ustach czuł nieprzyjemny posmak. Powinien porządnie wyszorować zęby. Naprawdę porządnie.
Jeżeli posiedzi tu jeszcze trochę, oszaleje. Nie. Patrząc na to, co się wydarzyło, już oszalał. To wina tego wszystkiego, co działo się przez minione tygodnie.
Sherlock oparł się o framugę, krzyżując ręce na piersi. Intrygujące, doprawdy. Od kilku minut stał i przyglądał się Johnowi, który wykonywał w sypialni serię ćwiczeń Do tej pory dol
"Nie czujesz sie dziwnie...""Nie czujesz sie dziwnie..."4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
„Nie czujesz się dziwnie, jeżdżąc taksówką?”
Sherlock energicznie szarpnął za klamkę, jeszcze zanim samochód zdołał się zatrzymać. Otworzył drzwi z takim rozmachem, że nieomal wyrwał je z zawiasów. Kierowca musiał pomyśleć o tym samym, gdyż spojrzał na Sherlocka z – co najmniej – dezaprobatą.
Jedyny na świecie detektyw-konsultant absolutnie się tym nie przejął, w dodatku zdążył już wcisnąć się na tylne siedzenie i zrobić mi miejsce.
– W Notting Hill o tej porze roku odbywa się karaibski karnawał – tłumaczył, gdy wskoczyłem za nim do pojazdu. Rzucił kierowcy krótkie „Portobello Street!” i natychmiast ruszyliśm
KawaMiał szesnaście lat, gdy pierwszy raz ją zobaczył. James Blunt śpiewał w radiu, że jego życie jest genialne i właśnie zobaczył anioła. Była od niego starsza o trzy lata i właśnie kupowała absurdalnie drogą kawę w modnej kawiarni. Uśmiechała się, ubrana w letnią sukienkę, jej oczy zasłonięte były przez wielkie okulary, pełne usta czerwone jak dobre wino. Jasne, proste włosy opadały na chude ramiona... Wyglądała jak jakaś aktorka. Niemal wylał zamówioną przez nią kawę. Po prostu stał i gapił się na nią szeroko otwartymi oczami.Kawa3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Pani kawa wyszeptał słabo.
Mając osiemnaście lat wciąż pracował w tej samej kawiarni, wciąż podawał jej tę samą kawę zawsze orzechowa latte z bitą śmietaną posypan
[EVOLUTION - 14] ObstructionsSally reached the borders of the Fire Planes around a day later, where she waited nearly a further two days for the rains to come and dampen the land so that she could proceed further with minimal risk of sparking a firestorm. Even still it was treacherous ground to tread, she noticed the build up of white, wet Lithium paste on her feet and legs as she made her way to the co-ordinates she found on the Robian she'd killed seventy two hours earlier. She had adjusted her systems to guard against emitting anything that remotely resembled a spark; partially locking her lower legs to minimise intra-mechanical movement, while releasing small amounts of coolant, giving her a thin, oily seal to protect her from too much of a residue build up. Energy levels were reduced as well and her stride became lighter and more graceful, like someone walking a narrow walkway.[EVOLUTION - 14] Obstructions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Planes displayed the remains of those who had not been so fortunate in their travels, the occasional burnt out Robian shell cover
W krzywym zwierciadle : Don JakubDon Jakub, zwany również Don Puchatek, głowa Stumilowego Lasu, wysiadł z limuzyny. Kątem oka dostrzegł Mafię Księżniczek, które kolejno opuszczały wielką karocę w kształcie dyni. Przyjrzał im się uważnie jedynym okiem - Śnieżka i Aurora jak zwykle sprawiały wrażenie sennych, za Roszpunką ciągnął się przerażająco długi warkocz (pozornie całkiem bezpieczny, chociaż Don Puchatek wiedział, że chowa tam cały arsenał broni). Na końcu zobaczył Leię, najnowszy nabytek Mafii. Dołączyła do nich po połączeniu Organizacji Jedi z Rodziną Walta... W końcu to stąd wywodziły się Księżniczki. Leia wyraźnie nie wiedziała jak ma się zachować, a pozostałe zerkały na nią wilkiem (chociaż Mulan mogła patrzeć i Wilkiem, jakW krzywym zwierciadle : Don Jakub2 years ago in Humor More Like This
S: Bledy w czerwieni 004Co za niespodziewany zwrot akcji.S: Bledy w czerwieni 0043 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tak. Dobrze powiedziane.
Sherlock leżał na plecach, wbijając wzrok w sufit.
Ciekawe, łóżko Johna było nieco wygodniejsze go jego. Mycroft, głupi palant, musiał załatwić lekarzowi inny materac, ze względu na jego obrażenia i problemy z ramieniem. To nieuczciwe. Było też nieznacznie szersze. Och, no tak, wiadomo było, że będzie częściej używane.
Cóż, miał szczerą nadzieję, że jego drogi, tłusty brat nie podejrzewał, że zostanie użyte do czegoś takiego.
Podniósł się na łokciach i spojrzał w dół. Goły jak nowo narodzony bobas. Och, słodko. Jeżeli Mycroft by teraz wszedł usłyszałby bardzo ciekawe komentarze - miał nadzieję, że uprzedziłyby je jęki obrzydzenia, dobrze by mu tak było. Ubrania, które wcze
Good Morning (Dragon Vore)Just another day in paradise I suppose. My morning started out, as all morning before: Dark. My only light source was the occasional glow of a luminous pool of acid that naturally lit up at intervals. So I went about my now daily routine of scavenging what I could in the warm humid cave I was trapped in. It wasn't really a cave but a stomach as crazy as it may sound. I have been here a good three days or so it's almost impossible to keep track of time. I'm here obviously not out of my own will but more of a punishment. My teacher Miss Dino had fed me to her pet dragon Gwendolyn for fucking up a simple illumination trick three times in a row. It may have seemed kinda harsh but the first time was kinda on purpose, the second I actually tried, and the third I set the classroom on fire. She felt the need to make an example of me since it was the second week of school and nobody really took her threats that seriously. If you have ever seen one of those "Do your homework or we'll feed you toGood Morning (Dragon Vore)6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
The gift of trust / Dragon VOREWarning: Contains soft, non fatal vore…don’t read if you don’t like vore!!The gift of trust / Dragon VORE1 year ago in Settings More Like This
(Every new paragraph means a change of the perspective)
Demon - Dragon, age unknown, red scales and dark red underbelly and a yellow main
Adrian - Human, age 16, skinny and small body and blonde hair
Adrian got up early today. He was going to the nearby lake to go fishing. He put on his clothes and took his fishing rod and a small backpack with baits and some bread for himself. He knew that it was dangerous outside of the village. People told him that there were dragons that could swallow a human whole. And even though Adrian had never seen one, he was always a little bit scared when he went out of the village.
Demon was resting in cave after a long hunt with some of his friends the night before
STORY PROMPT: The boy and the dragonessThe dragoness peeked through the trees, spotting me.STORY PROMPT: The boy and the dragoness2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hello there." Her reptilian voice chuckled. "Nice to see you again."
I backed up, reaching for my dagger. The dragoness sighed as she stood up to her full heigh above the trees. "What, again? Aren't you used to this by now?"
"No!" I shouted. "Why can't you just leave me alone?!"
"You know I can't do that." The dragoness reached down for me with a clawed hand. "Now come here, you tasty morsel."
I jumped back, swinging my dagger at her fingers. The blade barely scratched her scaled exterior, but she winced all the same. I ran off into the forest before she had a chance to grab for me again. I could feel the ground shaking as the dragoness gave chase.
"You're always running away from me..."
I ran as fast as I could. It was a struggle to keep my bearings as the ground quaked with each of the dragoness's footfalls. Her casual strut was more than enough to keep up with my sprints; she cruhsed bushes and trees beneath her feet.
Vore plushWarning: contain voreVore plush2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Don't worry , this story doesn't contain blood , death, explosion , gore , sadness etc.
Chi is a very young boy, who had a normal live, and no trouble, except that since he had move from a house in the countryside to a city apartment because his dad had found a very good job there,he got trouble to sleep. The reason why is that the air was dryer and less pure,traffic noises had replaced the quiet silent, the heating was not working properly and it was either too cold or too warm.Chi's parents had try a lot of things to help Chi to sleep easier, but nothing had worked.
Even with that, Chi was happy, and today he was very happy, because his grandfather would visit him and give him a gift. Chi's grandfather wasn't rich at all, but he was very gentle, and he could do many things with his hands, like reparations,kites, tricks of legerdemain and plush.
This time, the gift was a dewgung plush. The plush was the same size than Chi and was very light, so even Chi can carry
Safe and Sound (Part One)Safe and Sound (Part One)3 months ago in Romance More Like This
This story is dedicated to Nikki, the little old lady of a cat who made my world brighter and who was put to sleep in my arms with what was probably the hardest, most painful decision I have yet faced. I love you, girl, I will always love you.Thank you for the hardships you have helped me overcome, and all the things you have taught me about responsibility, love, and making the decision to face loss on your own terms to save another living being from needless pain. It hurt and it always will, but having you was worth it a thousand times over.
I search here in the night
With not a star to wish upon
In the past you were my light
But now where have you gone?
Whatever form you happen to take
Or however y
My first vore story Part 2WARNINGMy first vore story Part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There's vore, lick and drool fetish, soft vore and a special friendship between a man and his dog. Don't read if you don't like this kind of story!
I started training Sheilla for almost 2 weeks now. Since I finally got my special pills, 2 weeks ago, I hoped I could do my old dream. The training was simple. Every day, maybe 1 hour after we ate, I gave her something unusual to eat. Like a lego character for example. Then, no long after, I whistle and she must regurgitate what she just ate. At first it didn’t work, but now I was sure at 100% she listened to me. Why? Cause I always gave her a big surprise if she do it right.
I decided it was now the day I would come to life my childhood dream. But I wanted to try something different this time. I was in my bed, at the morning, waiting forward my dear Sheilla to wait me. When I finally sense her breath over me I smiled widely and hugged her tightly. Immediately, it exited her
WakeWakeWake6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to gather friends, family, and spouses
around that humble opposite of the Christmas tree,
the embalmed corpse.
It's brilliant to be there
in the first place, to acknowledge
the importance of passing -
and better still to call the thing a wake,
as though there is hope in the hollow home
and shining windows,
in the trees and the wind and the roaring night,
that something may happen
to undo slow deaths
and restore old sight.
A Boy And His Lugia For me (Eddy) there isn’t much to do around my town. You have two options: get a job or get a job. For a 10 year-old like me neither of the options were feasible for me so I always end up going to a store owned by a guy named Steve. He’s about 20 years old and he opened up the store to pay for his collage tuition, he’s a really friendly guy and likes company a lot.A Boy And His Lugia4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
So that’s what I decided to do. I went up the street that had Steve’s shop at the top and after several minutes of sweating up the hill I finally made it to the air-conditioned shop. When I walked in I heard the iconic bell on the door and Steve’s friendly voice
“What’s new, Eddy?” Steve greeted me with a smile
“Eh... You know” I responded shrugging
“I guess I do know” Steve said chuckling a little
“I’ll just be looking around” I said as I went down an aisle
Fly AwayFly Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scootaloo groaned and pulled her pillow over her head.
Scootaloo let out a sigh and pushed her pillow aside, turning her head to look out her window. The sun had barely risen over the trees of Sweet Apple Acres. Dawn must've been within the last hour.
"Every Morning... Confound those Apples."
She chuckled and rubbed at her eyes. She really shouldn't be complaining. Apple Bloom and her family had taken her in and cared for her like she was kin over the years; they had even allowed her to build a cloud house over their property once she was old enough to want the privacy.
Scootaloo rolled out of her bed, stretching her legs after she landed on the "floor" of her bedroom. The Apples were awesome ponies she thought to herself as she walked over to her shower room, and the closest thing she had to a family. Scootaloo walked into her wash room and pressed a small cloud that seemed out of place into the wall. Instantly it began to rain throughout the small room. She
The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*7 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
Lady Dragon part 3(contains mild vore. If you do not know what that is, please look it up or better yet note me for abetter explanation.)Lady Dragon part 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was the sounds of clashing metal before a man bursted through the brush, shredding it and sparying leaves everywhere. He hit the ground running, two sheathes attached to his back, a bilowing cloak behind him and a large disk shapped hat upon his head. In his right arm he carried a blue blade, a long katana. A second sword was sheathed behind him for he chose to leave his left hand free. He did not look back as he ran, weaving between the trees with a sort of grace.
Not too far behind him, three armored men crashed through the same bush, in hot pursuit of this mythical warrior, seeking to maim him for unknown deeds. They crashed and bashed through the brush, trying to get even within arm's reach of attacking him but everytime they were eluded.
The cloaked warrior suddenly leapt and turned mid air. He opened his cloak and released several small grey ba
Serperior Vore Storyn’t go into the Forest at Night – Serperior Vore StorySerperior Vore Story1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning : If you don’t like vore, stop right here. Because I don’t want any complaints about this not being what you enjoy or hearing that its disgusting to you, so please don’t read if this ain’t your thing.
Today was a very good day for a town in the middle of the Unova region,because today was the sunniest and most crystal clear day they had ever witnessed, so today was the ceremony of a lifetime. Today, the streets would be so ornate and beautiful,and many people would just go out of their archaic houses just to get a glimpse at the decorations. Grandeur eating contests were going to be held also,getting the ludicrous approval of many of the overweight people there. Often,unsurprisingly, the only people who ever won, were the fat people,who everyone seemed to loathe.
In preparation for the ceremony, everyone kicked the fatasses out of town the following gloomy morning, so that the
Unforgivable (Lugia Vore)Strong language in this story. Also, read the entire title, please. Sorry for the long pause, I was just busy with life itself.Unforgivable (Lugia Vore)8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been at least over a year since Glaze and I have met. She gave me the life I had always wanted to live, it was amazing. I haven't seen or heard my father ever since Glaze hit him with her wing, and rescued me. My father's crazy, if you have forgotten. I doubt you would, since he earlier tried to kill me. Actually, not really earlier, more of a year. Yes, Glaze continued to eat me every day and we'd do things together and really define our relationship. Nothing ever bothered us, nothing at all. I was completely safe with her, and I knew that. She was a large, amazing, beautiful legendary Pokémon protecting me with her life. It was beautiful, and I would never give it up. You know, you'd think that my father would come looking for me, just so he could kill me. I guess.. Glaze really did kill him. Serves him right.
I should've never told mys
Chasing CaliforniaI'm not lying when I say I suck at poetry,Chasing California2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have no sense of metaphors or similes.
Don't care about punctuation, I skip my apostrophes.
I do this 'cause my parents told me I should write a symphony.
"You should make a map, of where you want to go, and never look back."
I took that advice; I said I wanted to write.
So here I am, am I'm doing it right?
My targets in sight.
I'm no lyrical genius
But I'm never losing the fight.
I'll never quit ELA, until my hair's grey.
I rather fade away than to have been lit for a day.
Life's a game, and we all want to make the hall of fame.
But is the grass really green-er on the other side?
Is it really possible for all of us to fly?
I want to do this for a living but I'm scared.
I'm talking a hurricane Sandy type fear.
It's not just a passing wave,
To have "Broke as Hell" on my grave.
But if I become a doctor, I'm going to pick up a razor.
I want time to stop for a moment,
I'll hit it with a taser.
I need a moment to think,
Reshiram Soft vore. Reshai the Reshiram.Hey! I'm back as James with another vore story! This one is about a pokemon who there aren't many stories about lately. Reshiram. I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback! James is temporarily 12 years old in this story.Reshiram Soft vore. Reshai the Reshiram.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hi! I'm james, a 12 year old boy who lives with my mum anf dad. I have a special ability that i'm known for. I'm able to understand what pokemon say. I walked into a forest that we live near one time so that i can play with some pokemon i'm friends with. But something strange was going on. The Zigzagoon, Emolga, and Deerling weren't there. The fletchling weren't chirping and it was almost lifeless. (yes this is a region which has a mix of pokemon from different regions). It almost scared me. Then i felt a warm breath go down my neck, and i almost jumped out of my skin when i heard a soft female voice speak. "Hello lil' one" I swivelled around to find myself face to face with an enormous Reshiram. I stared at it, scared out of my wits, and asked it a question. "W-wher
Nightdance and ShadowplayCome on, all you ghosties let's make one last stand.Nightdance and Shadowplay3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dive through the mirrors of our hands,
wonderland the way we script our souls
into the spine of each woman we love
like an arpeggio, like a broken chord
splitting the night sky of New Orleans
two months after Katrina painted the town.
Blue as the cracked and jagged line that snow-
shuddered mountains draw in the memory of sand
between sky and shattered, the calligraphy of the earth
we lie and say isn't our own, come on, all you ghosties.
Let's pretend that when the glass menageries broke,
they didn't become snow, that every time
the sky writes you a love letter, you don't feel evergreen
needling guilty beneath your holly skin,
a calligraphy we lie and say isn't our own.
She hikes stone hands against mountains,
a sharp cursive of shattered glass.
Come on, all you ghosties. Run.
Blue as lightning racing rain.