Without Light Ch.1He bought me for the taste of my blood and the pain in my eyes. Ever since my father left, I've hated men, so I knew I'd hate Kuroshi from the moment we met. I hated his powerful body and glaring red eyes. The way he'd wrap his arms around me and press those fangs to my neck. I hated how he'd pin me down and make me beg or hold me up and piss me off. I hated his sarcasm and his wit. The only thing I didn't hate? That fine line between hatred and love. That and well, maybe the taste of his kiss.
Chapter one: Hikaru
"I'm sorry, Hikaru. I love you. I truly do "
Her father's trembling voice whispered to her, somehow: dancing on the night's winds. She didn't recall the words in the morning, and nor did she see the man who'd spoken them. In fact, Heather Hikaru noticed only two things that day: the dark, empty halls of her suburban home, more lonesome than she'd ever known them And mother's tears: that steady, unending flow of pure, refined misery
Captive VDante's strong arms carried Andrew into the kitchen, holding the shivering naked body close to him. "Easy shh " He whispered, carrying the other into the bedroom and setting him down on the sheets.Captive V4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Andrew's wide eyes roamed the bedroom, his hands touching the sheets. His pleading eyes looked up at Dante, who smiled.
"Go ahead." He said with a smile. "I'm going to get a bath ready, alright?" He said, and turned, putting up a barrier to keep Rowan out.
Andrew whimpered softly, and dove into the covers, smiling so hard his face hurt as he rolled himself up in as many blankets he could. He giggled and laughed until tears rolled down his face. He curled up in the warm sheets until he looked like a human burrito, and got stuck. He laughed as he cried, curled up in so many blankets on the bed.
When Dante came back in, he laughed. "Look at you." He said softly, smiling and gently petting the others hair. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He said softly, helping the other unroll.
Parenting and SexDame never intends to be a parent, but on the off chance she gets with someone who really wants kids, then she'll adopt. She doesn't intend to adopt any babies but what the fuck ever let's get on with thisParenting and Sex3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
First and foremost: Sex, genitalia, and the like will be an open discussion all the time 24/7.
Obviously I won't be doing things in front of the kid or to the kid but I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever in a million years make the poor thing feel like their body is wrong, gross, dirty, or the like, or that sexuality is the same.
The child will never be ashamed to come to me with questions, curiosities, help, and general discussion about their body, other bodies, sex, and the like. I will make sure of it. It will be as natural to talk to me about it as it will be to talk to me about dinner.
I will never hesitate to say the words "vulva", "vagina", "clitoris", "penis", "testicles", "anus", "nipple", "breast", and the like. Oh well okay that might be a lie I mig
A Thought Concerning VampiresSometimes I think they're all vampires.A Thought Concerning Vampires3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes I think they just suck up all of my energy because it's there.
Sometimes I feel like letting them take away all of it and just dying on them so they can't suck away my energy anymore.
Sometimes I just want to be a vampire back.
I rubbed my neck as I looked in the mirror. Green eyes rimmed with an amber brown stared back at me. They were sad eyes. Eyes that saw everything and sometimes revealed too much. Eyes that were shuttered windows to what was beyond.
I grabbed my brush and ran it through my hair, the dim light of the room giving it a red sheen that was all too brilliant. And still those green eyes stared back. Those green eyes with the Old Soul.
I touched my cheek, and watched as the hand in the mirror touched the girl's face. The cheeks that are usually flushed with laughter and tanned sunshine now held a pallor that wasn't there two weeks ago. The eyes, those green eyes, had bags under them.
Sometimes I think they suck
Talking BackWhy try to teach,Talking Back4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
If you don't want to learn?
An Idiot's Point Of View pt 2Chapter 4: Has anyone else noticed that news kind of sounds like noose?An Idiot's Point Of View pt 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This chapter is going to be tackling two things at once, so let me start with a small event that has happened in my neighborhood a while back. A couple of years ago (I think it was in 2009) A house near mine's burned to the ground while I was at school. Thankfully, no one was hurt and the surrounding houses were basically unharmed (But a couple of animals in said burned house were killed). Anyways when I got back from school, I noticed a family crying in front of their destroyed house. Now here comes the local news van here to get the scoop. They immediately start interviewing the crying family including their shocked daughter, who looks like she's under the age of 10. And mid-interview they ask her "Did you know your pet's died in the fire?", and it immediately got the reaction they wanted: more tears, cause apparently that makes for good TV. And that's just the start of this soap opera-esque load of crap.
An Idiot's point of view. (The following series of rants is outdated, ignorant and made for comedy purposes.)An Idiot's point of view.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now listen here, before you go ahead and leap into this book, you might as well know a little about the author, and why I wrote this. Well, I'll start with this: The only reason this large piece of text exist is because of a joke me and a couple of other teenagers made on the account that so many idiots have gotten their books published, I just need to walk to a local publisher to make some instant money. This book has had no planning, no first thoughts, and it was written by a bored 8th grader. Nevertheless, I put as much effort in the... maybe 3 to 5 weeks it took to write this (I have no idea how long it took me to write this, in fact you're just reading the first few things I typed up in WordPad). Now how shall I describe myself? Well, think of this: Do you know about those teenaged hipsters/hippies you see almost every week who get high and protest about political crap th
Azrael_Complete Char. ProfileAzrael Lynch – Complete Character SheetAzrael_Complete Char. Profile4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Azrael Vladimir Lynch [He hates his middle name, rarely uses it.]
Origin: Azrael – English version of the Arabic ‘Izrā’īl; Angel of Death; lit. Whom God Helps. Vladimir – Slavic; ambiguous but thought to mean The Master of the Universe. Lynch – Gaelic. [I only just now realized that. XD]
Reason: His parents have a wicked sense of humor.
Nicknames: Az, Azzy, Rael, Z, King [by friends], schizoidZ667 [Xbox Live], Reapr [Super Smash Bros & other games; this is the name I use XD]
Ethnicity: Mixed; Latin, European, Asian, Black American. [Doesn’t pay much attention to his Asian heritage.] – Japanese, French, Puerto Rican, Cuban, Black American.
Religion: Doesn’t give a fuck.
Language(s): English, Spanish, French, Chinese, Japanese, Creole [a little], Italian, German [a little]
Age: 23 (head-canon)
Prisoner -part four- You seem troubled sire, the maid observed as she brought him in some fresh clothes. Is something the matter?Prisoner -part four-6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You mean other than the fact that this morning I was a thief, and now Im suddenly a prince?
Eliroh watched as she placed the clothes on a chair, neatly folded and pressed. The shirt was brightly coloured blue, the kind of colour that would cost a lot for any regular person to even find, and the trousers were a deep, majestic black. It was impossible to tell without handling them, but he was almost certain that they would be made of as rich a material as the bedclothes were.
You were always a prince, sire. Just didnt know it.
She seemed a friendly young lady, not dissimilar to the many girls he knew of her age around the town. Of course, they had treated him more of an equal than she ever would now.
Maybe not, but it never did
Zulu NamesAbongameli PresidentZulu Names6 years ago in Settings More Like This
Amahle Beautiful ones
Andile The family is growing, The family is extended
Ayanda Augment the family
Ayize Let it happen
Bandile They have extended in number
Why Free Market Capitalism FailsIn this essay, I expose the flaws in the two mechanisms that are supposed to power the free market: Adam Smith's invisible hand and trickle down economics. The notion of the invisible hand holds that in a free marketplace, the buyer's self-interest will tend to drive the price down, while the seller's self-interest will tend to drive the price up, so that both parties' self-interest will naturally cause the price to settle on an amount that both find reasonable. Trickle-down economics maintains that the rich are the ones who start and expand businesses and hire employees, so the laws should favor them increasing their wealth as much as possible so they can hire more people, thus growing the economy.Why Free Market Capitalism Fails3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
These concepts look good on paper, but the best way to evaluate any idea is to see how it works in practice. Let's start by analyzing nationa
Little SamanthaThings were not well in little Samantha's life. Every night she cried herself to sleep, and she wouldn't talk to her family at mealtimes. The rest of the time she stayed locked up in her room. She would not look at anyone if they came in to see her, and would not speak if prompted. Her family thought she was angry at them, and so every time they saw her, they scolded her.Little Samantha3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You shouldn't be so irritated at us!" they would say. "So change your attitude!"
But this was not the problem, and little Samantha did not tell anyone this fact. So every time they reprimanded her, she withdrew more and more.
This had gone on for a week. Samantha was in bed, tucked down in her nightgown that was too large, for she'd been eating less and less, and she was crying. Normally she cried until she ran out of strength to do so, which was when she'd finally sleep. Tonight however was different.
As she lie softly weeping, she noticed a light on her wall. It was a thin bar of light that ran from the ceiling to
the gay life"Now sit down so I can wash your hair."the gay life4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sat down in front of me. He was too tall for me, so he had to sit. He could just wash his own hair, but he liked the way I did it. Plus, I guess it's sort of romantic... well, it was before it was routine.
But routine seems to be all our life is these days.
As usual, he got very sleepy from my gentle, rhythmic massaging of his scalp.
"Your birthday is coming up soon," I said pleasantly.
"Mmm, yeah..." he murmured.
"Any idea what you want?"
"Marcellus it's hardly a present if we do it all the time."
"Yeah... Guess so..."
"Don't fall asleep in the shower, dear."
He grumbled something I couldn't hear.
Then there was a knock on the door.
It was Vinny.
"Yes?" I called back.
"Okay I was just wondering where you were... Also I'm going up town."
"Where are you going?" I was almost done scrubbing, and I think Marcellus had fallen asleep...
"Just to some new coffee shop that's opened up. My girlfriend's worki
My Demon Angel Chapter 1Italy. Home to some of the greatest minds and artists to ever live. That was my home. That was where I was born. To a small family that wasn't very well-to-do. We made our living at our stall in one of the markets of Rome, selling fruits that our cousins sent in to be sold.My Demon Angel Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was Samuel De Luca. I am still Samuel De Luca. But I am different now.
I was named by my mother, who liked the Samuel from the Old Testament. I will always be Samuel, no matter that I am now called Samael. A minute difference, and yet so big a change.
I was with my father nearly every moment from the day I was born. My mother kept track of my five sisters, and never talked to me much. I hardly remember her. Her name was Annetta. She was from Florence. I don't know why she married my father and moved to Rome. I remember her saying once that Florence was more beautiful than the filth of Rome. She argued with my father that they ought to move to Florence. She wanted to see her family.
We went once. I've ra
Without LightWithout Light4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was just the girl who'd wandered too deep into the woods. And he, a fire-breathing dragon, hidden behind a handsome human face. Surely the two could never, ever Fall in love.
ShirenShiren4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They play with the elements like toys, with magic in their blood, death at their fangs and life itself in the palm of their hands. Or something like that. It's not so cool when you're the girl being sold off to a Shiren. Even if he is really hot.
He had red eyes. I had brown.
Chains around my feet and nothing but a pricetag to my name.
As for him? Well he had a mountain of gold and a taste for fresh meat.
Let's just say things got interesting.
Little girlLittle girl, little girl, why have you gone?Little girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where are your words, sweet and song?
Is this your blood, leaking on the floor?
Little girl, little girl, where have you gone?
Have you gone to heaven, to fly with white wings?
Are you roasting in hell, with the fanged things?
Little girl, little girl, I do miss you so.
Your sweet little hands, resting in mine,
Now here you are, in your neat little box.
Little girl, little girl, you are dead in the dirt.
dumbassYou fucking retards,dumbass4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
This shit is stupid simple,
God fucking damn it.
Negative CommentsNegative Comments: Frank's Little Problem.Negative Comments4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, I got this comment on that yaoi parody thing I made when I was bored, didn't feel like doing anything else, and some yaoi is just too fucking ridiculous not to comment on in some entertaining way anyway; it said something along the lines of,
"Why did you make this, Frank? Don't you know not all yaoi is stupid like that, you f**cking moron? I can't believe someone would make something so half-hearted and ignorant like this. I know you don't like yaoi, but you don't have to voice it, a**hole!!"
That was my first negative comment I'd ever received.
I've never read a comment that amused me and pissed me off so much at the same time like this. I never implied that all yaoi was stupid; just the bunch I and many others usually run into when looking for good fics. I wasn't even really insulting them; just messing around, playing with them a bit. I don't even hate yaoi; if it's good enough, I can find it enjoyable. And where do
hellsing: Pranks1. Take and hide Integra's cigars.hellsing: Pranks5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. You can hide Alucard's guns too.
3. Take Walter's wires and run while screaming, "I have the Dental Floss of Death!"
4. Compare Integra with a man, out loud with other people in the room.
5. Pull Pip's eye patch and release it while he's still wearing it.
6. Hum "He's a pirate" whenever you pass by Pip.
7. Give fangirls the address of Hellsing and make them attack Alucard.
8. Show Integra pictures of her and Alucard or any other pairing. Including yuri.
9. Dye Alucard's clothes pink. Yes you can do his hair too, maybe his guns.
10. Put leaves on Father Anderson and call him Anderplant.
11. Write 'English sow' on Integra's forehead while she's sleeping.
12. Force Alucard in girl's clothes and call him Girlycard.
13. Prank call Integra.
14. Push Alucard making him land on Pip and shout, "Yaoi!"
15. Lock Alucard in a room filled with fan girls.
16. Blow up half of the manor and blame it on Seras.
17. Put a fart pouch on Integra's seat before she sits
Quotes on homosexualityQuotes from/referring to homosexuality/same sex couples;Quotes on homosexuality6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one. ~Epitaph of Leonard P. Matlovich, 1988 (Thanks, Marlene)
If gay and lesbian people are given civil rights, then everyone will want them! ~Author unknown, as seen on a button at evolvefish.com
The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision. ~Lynn Lavner
My lesbianism is an act of Christian charity. All those women out there praying for a man, and I'm giving them my share. ~Rita Mae Brown
You don't have to be straight to be in the military; you just have to be able to shoot straight. ~Barry Goldwater
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?
ShatterHer fist connects with glassShatter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Invisible to everyone but her own imagination
Obvious to no one but her mirrored reflection
Leave me alone!
She screams to her duplicate in the mirror
But she just stands there smiling
You can't get rid of me. I'll always be here.
She sinks down to the ground,
Back against the shattered mirror
Little pieces poke into her back
But she doesn't notice
She's already gone