New Girl chapter 2The trio got to know _____ better as days past; she had 2 cats, worked as both an artNew Girl chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
teacher and a music teacher, and was one of the best cooks they'd ever seen. Alfred loved
the hamburgers she made, both she and Francis would talk about different secret recipes,
and sometime later _____ got Ludwig to confess to her his secret love for baking.
_____'s cats were currently be watched by her Italian friend Feliciano who loved pasta
more than just a little. Their names are Shadow and Sparky, sometimes Alfred would see
_____ skype calling with them and Feli.
During the time Ludwig got to know _____ he introduced her to his dogs; Blackie, Aster,
and Berlitz. The three dogs warmed up to her immediately; that night Ludwig found all
three of his dogs sleeping with _____ on her bed.
The next day Ludwig found himself explaining a very interesting topic to _____. It was
called, "The Douche Bag Jar". Earlier that day Francis was hitting on _
New Girl chapter 1Ludwig and Alfred woke up to a loud CRASH! "WHAT THE HOLY **** IS GOING ON?!!" LudwigNew Girl chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
yells, causing Alfred to cringe in the room next to Ludwig's. "Good morning " the
American sighs to himself, he looked around his room. The first thing he noticed was the
empty cot. "looks like _____ is up already." He says to himself.
Once both men had gotten up and changed they walked over to the source of the noise. It
was coming from . The kitchen? Ludwig stood motionless as he watched what was in front of
him, Alfred was laughing his ass off. Francis lay on the floor clutching his knee
breathing in and out, there appeared to be a pancake on his head, _______ was next to
him, "ACK! I'm so sorry!" a frying pan sat on the tile floor next to ______'s legs.
"Maybe that was what caused the loud noise?" Ludwig wondered to himself. "Hey guys!
Bacons done!" Alfred exclaims out of the blue. Alfred stood next to the active stove
admiring the frying bacon
Betraying Breath-PrologueI just set my last pair of pants into my suitcase, as my dad called me.Betraying Breath-Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Carli! Time to leave! He yelled, from downstairs.
My dad, Kale, my little five-year-old brother, Noah, and I were all moving to London, England from our little home in Magdeburg, Germany.
Coming! I yelled back, putting my headphones on and stuffing my ipod in my pocket.
Im sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Caroline June, but I prefer Carli. Im sixteen-years-old and in tenth grade. I have short black hair that ends just above my shoulders, with the front sides blood red. Something is wrong with my eyes, though. Both my parents had had blue eyes, but my eyes are black. Not dark brown. Black. Weve gone to many eye doctors, but they dont know whats wrong
Teenage Surrogates from Space2Teenage Surrogates from Space26 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Amy White stood in the hallway before Rachel. Her blond hair was cut in a short bob with her bangs cutting across her forehead. She wore a black tailored suit with a knee length skirt and high heels. A far cry from how Rachel had first met her.
"What do you want?" Rachel sighed, knowing she couldn't cause a scene in the middle of her school. It was little more than a week since she had been returned home and she knew this was coming. Whoever these people were, she wasn't just going to be left alone. She didn't want to become a government experiment.
"I know you're worried." Amy said calmly. "And I knew if I went to your home you wouldn't answer the door. This place is safe for the both of us."
"I don't want to be dissected." Rachel whispered.
Amy let out a trilling melodic laugh. "They don't dissect people. That would be unethical. At least not those that didn't agree to it beforehand."
That made Rachel feel somewhat better. "Then why are you here?"
"Somewhere less public maybe?"
FateFate3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Night sky was cold and black, and underneath her ebony veil rested a small town in a valley shrouded in shadows and gently touched by the moons borrowed light. Cries arose from the town square and drunks spilled out of the nearest pub, singing and chanting of heroes long gone. The night was filled with celebration but the cause didn't matter, a new King meant no more than the last one, the only thing that mattered was good mead and roast goose to fill their bellies. Any reason for celebration is a good enough, and no amount of snow on the ground had ever stopped a drunkard from getting his fill.
So no one really noticed the man emerge from the dark narrow street and no one noticed him slipping his dagger back into his belt. Tonight was not a night for observation, it was a night of joy and merriment for most. He calmly walked away from the narrow street, staggering a little from the wine in his gut, his dagger glistened wet with fresh gore and his hands we
On My Mind : Shortie"I wonder if God knew, when he gave his words to humans to write down, that....they would one day...put it on DVD," I said, gazing at the television with what was either too little or too much interest.On My Mind : Shortie6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
"Of course he did. That's why he had them write it. He wanted it to be the most important book in the history of the world, and the most ridiculous DVD in the history of technology. It's too bad that he never mentioned to the humans that it is purely fictional. It's not like it being a ghostwritten fictional collective autobiography dreamed up by God makes it any less important than it is as the fantastical yet non-fictional dictation of God's word. What is important about the book is that it was Gods will to have it written down, not what its actually about," my couch companion said, smirking through a yawn as he stretched his arms across the back of the couch.
Hold it right there! Get your arm the Hell away from him! You are not to be within three feet of Gey at any
One Day NewsMrs. Shahar calls this a classroom but we all know it well enough to be a bomb shelter. Thirty small naïve eyes stare at a beautiful journalist on the old television, long brown hair and expensive suit. She reports that a terrorist blew himself up in Beit Lid junction, just a five minute drive from our school. It happened at the big bus station, gray and dirty for so many years, so close its amazing we didnt hear the blast. Although its frightening Im not afraid at all, just glad that there wont be any more classes today.One Day News6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
The camera focuses on her make-up, curly black eye lashes and powdered cheeks. "Four people died," but all I can hear is "no math homework checkup." She says "authorities are still withholding names," and I hear "no math homework tomorrow either." Then she starts telling the whole thing over again, all the little bits of information the route of infiltration, the name of the bomber, a description of the ar
abdicationCancellation is in effect.The cooks are not spoiling their brothsabdication5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just as the pots are discovering
that they will never be the new black.
The kettle is at a loss for words; black
isn't its colour either.
The proverbs are absolving.The modern are transcending
riding tempests, running deep.
Piu AllegroPiu Allegro4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Before the sun rose, Octavia was awake. In smaller, provincial towns like Ponyville, this fact would have aroused concern and confusion; in Canterlot, it was normal.
The ponies in the mares' dorms at the Celestian Music Conservatory always awoke early, because the more hours you practiced, the better you were. It had taken a great deal of practice for the ponies to achieve the level of skill they needed to audition for the conservatory. Once they were accepted, the hours they needed to practice increased exponentially. Their sacrifices came with great loss, but also with great gain - their student body was the finest in the entire realm, and it was said that even the legendary seaponies envied their exquisite music. They were the only outside group of musicians that Princess Celestia called upon for royal performances, and they were the only school from which she drew her official Court Musicians. When the Court Musicians could not perform, it was the students of the Celestian Music Co
EqualSummary:Equal2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eris the Goddess of Chaos meets Loki the God of lies and mischief. Both have revenge in mind and will have to work together to achieve it. Scared? So am I.
This would not go unpunished. Eris stood above the humans looking down at them in a way she was most unaccustomed to... watching them as they went about their daily lives.
Her gaze shifted from the calm city scene to her hand. Her light mortal hand attached to the rest of her new mortal body. He would pay.
She sensed a presence behind her, joining her on the rooftop. A strong powerful presence laced with hatred, power and just the slightest hint of stupidity. Just like the war that was about to come crashing down on the unknowing mortals below.
“Sister,” he said extending his hand .
“Leave me brother.” She hissed clenching her hands. Her sharp nails dug into her skin causing her for the first time ever to feel pain.
“Sister... The gods are-”
“The gods are WRONG!” She shouted.
reminiscent of a certain stepreminiscent of a certain step6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your whole life
as for the
I fear you've
and forced her
Ivy's Smut Writing TipsIvy's Smut Tip'sIvy's Smut Writing Tips3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In this piece of writing I will be explaining to all you lovely lot how I write my band slash sexy scenes. I know what your thinking 'Ewww Ivy but some of your smut is really detailed and I could never do that," Well the secret my dears is practice, once you overcome that wall of saying no I can't put this and that in my writing, people would think I'm sex craved! Once that's over you'll be surprised that you could write them banging each other with baseball bats...not recommended.
So let's start this shit then!
1.Setting the scene
In smut you obviously need a place or area where your two characters can romp to their hearts content. It's no fun if you just place them in a bed is it? That just takes all the imagination away just throwing them in a bed and saying 'Get to it' No my dears we do not do this.
To get you started I'm going to share my favourite little places to put my characters in;
-Tents, Underneath the moonlight with the stars shining in each others eyes as
Open UpOpen Up6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the bitter truth
in the loss
when one must leave
while the world
SoxMa Poison Chapter 13SoxMa Poison Chapter 134 years ago in Romance More Like This
These last twelve hours had been the best of Soul's life. Maka had been returned to him alive and well, they had slept together (which he hoped would mark the official beginning of a new, more official relationship) and as a special bonus he had gotten to see her and Blair wrestle. Sure there were consequences to the last one but they were worth it. The welt on his head still throbbed painfully but it hadn't been enough to wipe the smile from his face despite Maka's best efforts.
It was a hot day and Maka would have preferred to ride Soul's motorcycle, had he not left it at Shibusen the day before so they were walking. Maka began to lead the way as always when Soul grabbed her arm and stopped her with a gentle tug. She looked back at him questioningly but he just gave his signature sideways grin and slid his hand down her arm and entangled his fingers with hers. She blushed a little as she looked at their hands. She wasn't sure if she was quite ready to announce their relationshi
intoxicationi see naked bodies in the gutter as i walk queen street at 3 am. they make love, awkward but warm in the concrete curve. i don't place their clothes. i think it is wonderful though. the heat, the heat.intoxication6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
my entire body is rolling from heavy to light, like the shore. my head is humming and my limbs ache dull. there is a sickness in my stomach or in my throat. i think that maybe my stomach is wanting to force itself out my throat- but i won't have that.
i walk further. there are no straight lines to follow but i picture them in my mind and still cannot walk across them. i trip, tumble on the edge of the pavement and no one sees. the alcohol pulses through my blood stream and i begin to shout
i love her, i fucking adore her!
the brisbane night sky answers with an offset of bat noises and far off traffic. they don't understand though, they could never feel this. the sky may love the sun for lighting it each day and the moon for gracing its canvas with a milky glow, but it does not know the l
How. DAII END SPOILERHow. DAII END SPOILER4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ashes from the burning chantry remains dance their way across the courtyard, ticking off the seconds, minutes of silence, before it is finally broken by a small, choked voice that can wait in silence no more.
"You hate me right now, don't you? You want to make me hurt, make me suffer; pay for what I've done. And yet, somehow, I'm under your skin. Unbidden, I have crept into the deepest parts of you until until you cannot conceive of a world without me in it. And you hate me all the more for it."
The dagger at the speaker's back pauses. The hand holding it shakes.
"Ask me how I know."
Cortland Hawke bites down hard on his lower lip as his fingers twitch on the knife's hilt. Is it to stop his mouth from answering the question? As blood is drawn from the wounds his teeth inflict he realises that, no, he just needed to feel something. Slight though it is, the pain is something different. It's not here. It's not this.
The blond head in front of him is dipped. Long, white, sha
before, beforei am only just thirteen. he is sixteen. i am in love/lust/crush.before, before6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
my best friends big brother, or friends ex boyfriend, is tall. once or twice i imagined kissing him. but he never would. he is friends with the boy who is sixteen. and besides he is my best friends big brother or my friend's ex boyfriend. and i am not a bad person.
i am tall too, you know. i am stretched skyward but there was no more to stretch, just bone. so i am not really that tall at all. but i pretend i am. how tall are you? oh above average, you know, pretty tall.
the brother says want to come and see j? and my heart leaps and i sing yes but he only hears a nod and there's no time to change. my chest is flat and my shirt doesn't cover my belly button but i don't really mind, you know, it's brown and flat like stretches of australia my father used to talk about. that's me; land.
the air is the kind of cool it only ever is at nighttime. not winter, no that's a different kind. you can tell by the night-y smell and the
His MemoryI was too young to remember;His Memory6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe I still am.
But somewhere hidden,
under layers of wax,
it still burns.
Betraying Breath-Chapter 1The trip took forever! I was ready to kill someone!Betraying Breath-Chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Are we there yet? I asked with an aggravated sigh.
Soon, soon Kale grit his teeth, distracted.
Im bored! My little brother, Noah, whined.
How about a game of I-spy? I asked.
Yeah! He cheered.
Okay I spy with my little eye something that is green I said, pretending to look around.
My shirt? He asked eagerly.
Yay! You got it! I laughed.
My turn! My turn! He laughed, I spy A BIG HOUSE!
Woah I stared at the humongous mansion out the window with wide eyes.
Were here. My dad said pulling up into the driveway.
Nice Im going to soooooo own my friends! I giggled like a madman and ran inside.
Carli! Can we play hide-and-seek? Noah asked, running after me.
Sure! I smiles, loving the idea of being able to expl
BrokenIt was over, the war was over and he had lost. He gazed accusingly to his brother with his only eye, the other recovering under the heavy bandages that embraced his skull. His body was sore, riddled with scarring wounds and ugly bruises. He had absolutely nothing, his home was burned to the ground, his legacy a scorned footnote on history, his people without a future, and it was his fault! His ruby colored eye hardened as a shield to hide his feelings of pain, betrayal, and hatred. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain of being beaten within an inch of his life, or the fact that his own brother had done this to him. He looked back to the other four who were entering as judges and jury to their crimes. The two of them stood in the center of a large room; a semicircle of a table was before them with each of the victors sitting in a seat. America and Russia sat side by side in the middle while France was to the Right of the Eastern European Country, and England sat to the right of his fBroken4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Would you?How would you feel, what would you say, if I wrote you a poem that cleared the grey?Would you?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you smile, would you cry, if I made you a song that told you why?
Would you dance, or would you fly, if I told you that you are the clouds to my sky?
Would you weep, or turn to stone, if I left this life or decided to roam?
And if I decide to give you my heart will you keep it safe, or throw it in the dark?