The Way You Stare at MeThe way you stare at meThe Way You Stare at Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I worry that your heart is
Like the toilet paper they sell
by the roll
in the bodega.
I worry that your whispers will get lost
in the nightnoise like crane flies
or last chances.
A Vampiress' TaleA Vampiress' Tale10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
How Dost Thou Kill?
I kill by feeding and existing,
I kill by living my cursed life.
I prowl the alleys at midnight
To search for prime prey
A pretty, youthful harlot,
A buff, young, athletic boy
Just a few of the entrees
Spread across the city's buffet.
When I find what I search for
I follow them till they drip
With fear and paranoia
I let them hear the rhythm of
My footsteps on cold cement
The sound slowly bends them
And steers them to insanity.
Then I go in for the kill.
Cornering them, I bow my head
So reverently into their necks
Sweetly scented supple flesh pops
Under the tips of my teeth
Hot red life flows over my lips
And catches on my dead tongue
It renews my strength as it
Gushes down my waiting throat.
I lick my lips free and clean
Of the glistening ruby remains
That were my nightly feast.
I abandon the body and turn
To walk down an ad
CH1: Warmth Annabelle heaved an exasperated sigh as she trudged tiredly through the snow on the way back to her dorm. Well, the library wasn't much help, she thought to herself. 'This should be a simple topic to write on: "A natural necessity's additional effect on one's emotions," but I just can't think of what to do. The tastiness of hunger? The love behind sex? The blissful dreams of sleep? They've already been taken. . .' She shook her head forlornly. 'My Creative Writing professor comes up with the strangest prompts. . .'CH1: Warmth3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Letting her thoughts fade out, the young woman looked around at the chilly, white landscape and shivered. It was Mid-winter, and the weather had been particularly horrible this year. The ground off the sidewalk somehow consisted of snow, slush, and ice in varying places, due to the bipolar leaps in the temperature over the weekend.
As the Freshmen passed by a tree,
The Bus Stop DialoguesI.The Bus Stop Dialogues6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A young man at the bus stop
turns to me and softly asks
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
He taps the faded leather
of his suedo-skin
and his eyes smile in a gentle lilt
before his mouth does.
I tell him that I like
to feel the earth breathe.
That textures keep my mind alive
and ticking like a clock.
I tell him that I'm trying to grow roots
so my pale limbs can twist into a tree
(the way L and I talked about it in therapy).
I tell him that my soul is lonely
and the ground is the only thing that's always there.
I tell him that bare skin is sensitive
and stroking it with every (twelfth) step
is a soothing form of self-care.
I tell him that I walk on water
and if I had shoes; I'd drown.
I tell him that my soles bruise
until they match my soul.
I tell him that my bones are soft
and the soil sews them back into reality
when I'm losing grip on sanity.
I tell him that I'm praying
one day I'll step on a syringe.
I shrug my shoulders,
open my mouth and say
"I just didn't feel like weari
RuinsWe thought that it would last forever,Ruins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praising it would never break,
Now all you see are crumbled stones
Where all past strength today seems fake.
Once our dream of glory had come true,
When this place was filled with life,
The streets were full of laughter
And the houses full of golden light.
Now where formerly we lived and loved
Time has faded all our traces,
And the earth reclaimed what once we took,
While humankind forgot our faces.
But look carefully, search with all your heart,
And you might find a trace of past:
A shard of metal, a piece of stone,
The ruin of a home that lasts.
And faded memory will be remembered,
The forgotten tale retold,
As our city's ruins are uncovered,
And our stories you unfold.
And again out works will matter,
As you marvel at our skill,
And through your books we'll live forever,
As years from now we'll be remembered still.
The DragonessLong ago, longer ago than even the oldest of trees would remember, there were dragons. They were proud and noble beasts, old as time itself and immensely wise. They brought man down from the heavens and showed him the secrets of the world. Man could not fly, so instead walked and ran on two legs. Man could not make flame, so instead learnt to burn sticks for warmth. Man was so small and so many, he was useful to the Dragon kin, he could be bred in great numbers to accomplish many tasks. He built the mountain halls where they slept. He mined the precious stones and metals to build their nests. He raised their young. What had at first been a joyous union began to crumble; the Dragons abused their power over man, and took their dominion over him for granted. In time, they came to see man as little more than a beast of burden, insignificant to their grand designs. They grew fat and lazy, reliant on their slaves to take care of them. The burden of slavery grew too heavy for man, and in a siThe Dragoness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Reassurance - BBC Sherlock FFSherlock distinctly remembers a slight smile on John's face just as he pulled the trigger, the short man had pulled himself to his feet and managed to control his breathing, and just at the corners of his mouth, his lips were turned up and Sherlock could just see the slight shine in his eyes. John's smile is the last thing he fully remembers before the explosion, after that he can recall darkness and water stinging his eyes and then a burst if pain. Then there is nothing, until now.Reassurance - BBC Sherlock FF5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It's been three days " A worried voice suddenly says above him, one he attributes to Mrs Hudson, who in his minds eye is wringing her hands and looking concerned like she does whenever Sherlock gets in trouble.
"It's perfectly natural he'll need longer than that, head wounds are very dangerous, his body needs time to heal." The second voice jumps out from the darkness, and he hears the door open and close, understanding the man has left.
Ah. He understands why Mrs Hudson is watching him now.
Icy FangsIt was an unremarkable, unabridged stretch of woodlands. It made for a very boring map – and thus made for a very irritated mapmaker.Icy Fangs1 year ago in Settings More Like This
And it made for a very dysfunctional and altogether unnecessary project as a whole. Timothy was well aware that, like every inch of his sketchpad before it, every inch that remained would hold a single and unwavering pattern: the hatched lines that marked an unbroken forest.
And yet the Lord of Stonebridge had been insistent on the map’s creation. He declared he was “blind outside of the walls” more than once as he was making the commission – almost as if he was expecting some sort of attack. And his suspicion and insistence coalesced not only into a long-term project on Timothy’s behalf, but also one that was to be drawn out across the earliest and coldest months of the year.
But while the job wasn’t necessarily ideal, it was also necessary. Timothy had spent his childhood under the tutelage of a local scribe, h
First-Hand ExperienceWARNING: Blah blah blah contains vore move along if you don't like itFirst-Hand Experience2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why was this homework so boring? You thought, burying your head in your hands.
“What’s wrong?” There was a voice behind you. It was Ness, your best friend.
Ness was a dragon. She had been close friends with you since childhood, and, like many other dragons in this day and age, was shy, observant and curious around humans. The world hadn’t changed much when dragons had appeared on the Earth. It wasn’t long before they were just accepted as a part of everyday life. Soon they were pretty much considered equal to humans. They took our jobs, maintained families and did what humans did. Houses were built to accommodate the larger creatures we now lived so close too. Ness, however, was different. She had been your friend since she was hatched and you were born. You both attended the same school, lived on the same street and spent plenty of time together; all that normal teenage s
A day at the zooThis story contains soft vore if you do not like that then please turn away now. Everyone else I hope you enjoy ^_^A day at the zoo3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a chilly day on the edge of winter heading into summer when my family and I ended up around the great city of Memphis. It was a yearly family trip we always got to go on a trip to all kinds of locations on the East coast. I had the good chance to suggest that since we were down in the area I always wanted to go to a zoo. Something about watching animals have always
fascinated me ever since I was a kid, and going to some kind of zoo or aquarium seems like the best place to just sit and watch all the animals I want. I had my sister sitting beside me in the car and my mom and dad up front with the radio blaring some old rock songs that they enjoy as kids while I was just sitting in the back seat looking out the window on my sister's side because it gave me the best view as huge tower of buildings would pass by as the care drove down the road. Even with a better view t
The Secret of Edd, Part 5It occurred to me as I was writing this one; I never put in the disclaimer....The Secret of Edd, Part 59 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So here goes: I don't, never have, and never will own 'Ed, Edd, n Eddy'.
I'll warn all of you now; some of the kids won't be acting like they usually do. With some of them, it's the point. With a few others… eh, I'm not perfect.
Eddy: "But you know I am, right?"
Edd (dryly): "Of course you are, Eddy...
Ed: "Hey guys... When did I come back?"
Edd and Eddy look over, bemused.
Edd: "Actually—we were running from him the start of the last chapter… yet, at the end of it, he commented on the chicken."
Ed made the Twilight Zone noise.
The Secret of Edd Part 5
"Shoot! Where could it be?!?" Edd's voice said frantically.
Marie yawned. "What's going on?" She glanced down, trying to remember why Edd would be relaxed around her. Then remembered the last night.
//Oh yeah—and HEY! I've got clothes on! Good thing…/
"It can't have gone far... why now, of all times? When I'm surrounded by every kid in the cu
ForgivenessTitle: ForgivenessForgiveness5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: T for kissing, but nothing heavy
Warning: wibbles, angst, paradoxes
Summary: Post-Waters of Mars, pre-End of Time. The Doctor goes back to see a past Master in his weakness after WoM and finds comfort.
The Doctor knew what he was doing was strictly forbidden but... he was desperate. He was BEYOND desperate; he'd left desperate back on Mars. He was now bordering on deranged, he realized, but as he had oh so emphatically reminded himself, he was the only one left now...
He swallowed, yes, that's right, he was the only one left now. All alone. For the first time in his whole long life, he was really, truly all by himself because the one person who was NEVER really gone, who ALWAYS came back... was dead.
He let himself wallow in that for a minute: the dead silence around him of all those absent voices and that one
Dark ProtectorWARNING: Contains vore, suspenseful situations, transformation, and slight nudity.Dark Protector4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All characters belong to me.
Deep in the tundra plains and snow-covered forests of Canada, there lived a small boy in a remote town, nestled in the heart of this vast country. This boy was only five years old when his mother dies from pneumonia leaving the child in the care of his uncle, the father having left years before. For nine long years, the boy's uncle treated him very poorly. Despite the child's best attempts to avoid his relative's wrath, many nights still ended with injury being placed upon the boy. Since their town was more remote than most, their tiny log cabin only had electrical heat for a few hours a day, and so the two were forced to warm themselves by an ancient wood furnace the rest of the time. A favorite cruelty of the uncle was to send the boy out into the winter's cold to gather wood and logs for the furnace that night.
Even though it was freezing outside, and there was little to d
virginswho is she?virgins5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is the little barrette i never wore and the pink backpack i never owned. she breathes daisies instead of thorn bushes and always remembers to find the patch of untouched skin in the space between my shoulder blades. she makes me think of butterflies and babies and yellow. yellow because it's the smell and shade of sunshine and it's warm like she makes me feel. it's not the boiling in my low belly like he creates but it's butter in my chest. my ribs are well-oiled and my heart is a slick machine that beats a messy metronome.
she's the little girl i would expect to be skipping in some watered down garden singing songs with nonsense words in them and fairytale endings. except i would never expect that out of someone who is full of broken things, like her. but i expect this impossibility anyway, because i witness it daily.
who is he?
he is my right lung and my left foot. the other half to my whole. you could call him mine but that's selfish t
Prelude: Ardwen and Elerus Wind whipped along tall grass. Yellow flowers, small and clustered like drops of honey, shook on the ends of stalks fading to brown. The breeze carried the fragrance of wet earth and drying leaves, the day smelled of fall but felt like summer. The tall grass? That simply reminded Ardwen that he had a lot of yard left to trim. Not that he was outside purely for lawn care; he was keeping an eye on Elerus, allowing the child to explore and play in his new surroundings. The little boy was walking toward him now, clutching what looked to be a thin green twig in his left hand. The soldier-turned-homeowner crossed his arms and leaned back against a nearby tree trunk.Prelude: Ardwen and Elerus5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Ard, look what I found, it kinda looks like you!" The swordsman knelt and held out a gloved hand, a hooded glance passing over Elerus. He had been concerned before the successful conclusion of the last campaign in the war against the North: concerned that he would not b
How to save a life: Cynder voreWarning: soft voreHow to save a life: Cynder vore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the dragon realm the stars shinned bright in dark blue skies the two red, and green moons gave both a bright light in darkness, the fields tall grass was wet from the midnight dew a young human boy sat in the cold grass as the night's cold chilling wind breezed past him making him clutch his bare arms the young boy had dark red hair, blue eyes he ware a black shirt with short sleeves, and a par of jeans and normal par of red and white sneakers, the boy's name was Rayn all he could remember was he was at home in his room on his laptop then he found himself in this place.
Rayn stood up he looked up at the sky to see the two moons witch he knew now he was in another world of some kind or he was dreaming, Rayn could not tell if it was a dream or not he could feel the cold air around him he felt the breeze of the icy wind on his skin that gave him goose bumps
"it...can't be real..." he shivered as he pinched himself on the arm he felt the pain "ouch!... well its not a
Obligations - Sherlock fanficObligation:Obligations - Sherlock fanfic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John's relationship with his sister was often strained at best, Sherlock had deduced this was due to her drinking, which yes, did bother him because there was already one alcoholic in the family, and they didn't need another, but it was more due to the fact that Harry was allowed to live her life without pretence, and she'd completely botched it up even with the freedom she'd allowed.
Harry decided she was attracted to girls around age 14, when John had been 11 and had not yet discovered the joys of sexuality and awkward flirting, still at the stage where being mean to the girl you liked was the way to go. He didn't quite understand why his mum was so unhappy to see her daughter closely hugging a girl outside of the house, standing awkwardly in the doorway as he watched his mother glare at the intimate couple who were standing just outside the gate of their terraced house. Other than the raised voices he sometimes heard from the living room when Harry stumbled in the front
Break up letter 101Break up letter 10110 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We've had a lot of fun, and I really loved you a lot, but well, I don't think this is being fair to you. I am [gay/lesbian/joining green peace/pregnant]. It's not you, but...I just need time to sort my [head/life/STDs] out. I hope you understand. There's someone out there for you, who will be so much more perfect for you, who'll be able to give you the [love/security/sex/money/life/puppy] that you need. You are a fantastic [man/woman/shag/kisser/accountant] but I don't think I can be with someone who [listens to Billy Idol while making love/makes beef jerky/screams at small children/is older than my father/sees the world so differently/is deaf, mute, blind and retarded]. I know this is hard, but I know you can get through this, you're [so strong/so talented/so conceited/such a tragedy whore/on anti-depressants] and I [took all sharp objects out of your house/hid the weapons/wish you all the best in your new life]. All my love to [Sophie/the dog/your dad], and I hope we
Busty BeatBusty Beat4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Busty Beat: The Dragon of Bangor-Harper Island
by Xenny Diemes
Bangor-Harper Island is a relatively large island inhabited by three towns: Harper Island, Vaulden and Galilei. The combined population somewhat under 15,000 it gets its imports from the mainland while having developing a self-sustaining environment from farming and as a fishing and as a half-way point for international exports coming into the mainland. That often leads to a onslaught of small crimes that brew in the ports of Harper Island, the largest of the three and that calls for the mayor to expand the police force. There are a few able-bodied officers that participated but out of the five hundred cadets who jumped in on becoming part of the force, only a abysmal third of them actually make it.
There is one thing that I forgot to mention about the island, and that is the population is primarily of humans and dragons both greater (four-legged) and lesser (anthropomorphic) alike. What does this have
Prowling the DesertProwling the Desert1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Fighting in the desert had become a brutish, primitive thing. Each blow was haphazard, sloppy, hacking motion with whatever weapon fit the wielder’s hand; and each encounter was a squabble won only through sheer strength and dumb luck.
The four brigands had seen such a scene played out time and time again, surviving through the two qualities that attributed to their immeasurable prowess. Yet when the lone thin form slipped over the dune and skid down to their camp they saw something different – a danger alien in every way, like a poisonous insect or venomous serpent.
The individual didn’t seem human – he was too slender, too agile. The pointed ears tucked beneath his hood hinted at an elven heritage; though, perfect in nearly every way, they were merely confirmation of an obvious suspicion.
But his complexion alone was not the only thing that rang of perfection. Before his feet left the sand his hands were on the move, twisting beneath his cloak to pull a pair o
A Thousand Blades“You really like living life on the edge, don’t you?” Ebony asked. She flicked a long strand of hair – one of the same color as her namesake – out of her eyes, letting their mystical green depths catch and hold Strider’s own.A Thousand Blades1 year ago in Settings More Like This
She had a way of speaking that was wholly unique – inflections and mannerisms she alone seemed capable of producing. Yet individually they were impossible to pinpoint, flowing eloquently in amongst her speech like silvery fish in a river’s current.
And those currents carried so much with each syllable: ease, anxiety, calm, danger, playfulness, sternness, happiness, and somberness were only the tip of the spectrum. They were those emotions and feelings pulled directly from her soul – and those mirrored in Strider’s own.
“We’ve been having our little chats for what… six months now?” she pressed, sliding forward to place a single finger on the man’s chest. He gulped and cringed
The Dragoness's TollA lone traveler by the name of Edgar made his way down a long and winding road. He paused as his eyes fell on a long, stone structure in the distance. He burrowed through his deep cloak pockets to retrieve an old and worn map. He traced his finger along the wrinkled page until he located the blue, winding line that represented the river he was approaching now. He traced the river until he found the gray mark that represented the bridge. He had traveled great distances, and the bridge was the first landmark that signified the end of his journey.The Dragoness's Toll4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He folded the map and deposited it back into his pocket. His knees and back ached from the journey that took him hundreds of miles away from home, his mind was constantly daydreaming about being able to sit back and not move a muscle for a few days. The bridge started to stretch out in front of him. It was an impressive structure, put together by massive stone blocks.
His eyes fell on the tall stone pillar to his right, a copper bell hung from t
Forgiveness / Dragon VOREWarning: This contains vore, don't read if you don't like such stuff !Forgiveness / Dragon VORE1 year ago in Settings More Like This
The soldiers came from nowhere, a group of at least 10 men. Elwyr was slept peacefully in his cave as they came and blocked the cave's entrance. They threw burning torches at him and tried to lance him. Now, Elwyr ran through the forest, chased be the soldiers, his wings were sliced so he couldn't fly away. But even on land, the dragon was much faster. After only a few minutes of running through the dark forest, Elwyr couldn't even hear the soldiers any more. They lost him. Exhausted from the fight, Elwyr lay down and licked his deep wounds. His wings had been sliced, parts of his skin were burned and he got stab wounds all over his body. After a few minutes of resting, the dragon suddenly heard the soldier’s voices again. They were still searching for him. Elwyr knew he couldn't stay. He stood up and wanted to run on as he suddenly stepped in a small puddle. He could see his reflection in the water. Elwyr did
The Brave Company of Felarya 2 -Vore-The night was calm and silent. The group had set up some scanners to check the environment and then they began to deal out who would take the first watch. Like always Sorcha lost and so she was sitting in front of the small camp-fire and watched the shining stars at the sky. In moment like these Felarya was looking so beautiful, like the most beautiful place everywhere.The Brave Company of Felarya 2 -Vore-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But just then somewhere in the fear a loud grunting noise, a scream or something else sounded and the young white-haired girl was back in Reality. Felarya was no paradise, it was a world where surviving was a daily task and not an easy one. The question of that scientist Delaya was echoing inside her mind; Why are we still here? But Sorcha didn't want to think too much about the answer because she feared the answer. Everyone around her was sleeping, even the scientists who were still scared and confused about their situation; but at least sleep took out everything. And Sorcha's eyes felt heavy too; maybe she could close