The Genetic Park 8 part 3The Genetic Park 8 part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Genetic Park 8 part 3
I sighed as I sipped my drink, barely paying attention to my surroundings as nothing that was going on around me caught my attention. It was all background really, and nothing worth looking away from my drink for.. My tail slithered and coiled around the stool as I minded my own business, the weights felt barely palpable, as if there was nothing there at all. Maybe this wasn't gonna be a problem after all. I kept minding my business until I heard a voice, a girl asking me "Are you a TG too?" My whiskers twitched as I glanced right, only to see a tigress with a beer in her hand, she seemed somewhat depressed as her ears laid hidden on her orange hair.
Ever since I've gotten this body I managed to learn how to detect emotions through subtle actions such ears falling down or standing up top, the swishing or limpness of the tail. It all managed to tell the mood of a person. Fur bristling when one was angry on cats, vapory snorts on equines and bovines when they we
classclass3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at a far remove
sculpted face, glowing skin, resplendent smile
elegant posture, fine clothes
in lush quiet ambience
of a spacious house
at a far remove
early recognition bestowed without much struggle
serendipity of success
likely inner peace
jostling through the crowds
sweating it out
if only to make a voice heard
in the deafening din around
then to be drowned in anonymity
join the majority
at a near remove
Centauress Protector Part 4Centauress Protector Part 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It has been nearly a week since Mina has been changed to a centauress. In that time she has learned how to use nature around her to her advantage. The uncanny ability of her family to manipulate life around them intrigued Mina. Mina found out she was the most powerful out of her family. She could change the colors of the leaves of trees up to nearly 1,000 feet away; Mina realized that her eye sight had acutely improved since she had become a centaur. Animals responded to her thoughts more quickly than the rest of her family. Mina could also make plants live or die by just her feelings and mood more quickly and more powerfully than the rest of her family. It was a complicated process of being self-aware of her moods and feelings. When she was frustrated and was unsure of herself the life around her drained away and the plants died around her. Conversely, when she believed in herself the su
Wolf Night It was a beautiful July night, July 14th as a matter of fact. I was out with my family in some woods in Nebraska. We were on vacation and my dad decided that we should go camping. I liked the outdoors, but not enough to sleep in it. Now that I look back maybe I should have been nicer.Wolf Night7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Young lady, I remember my dad shouting, can you please be a little more open with the idea of sleeping under the stars? Look its a full moon tonight.
Why cant we just stay in the hotel we passed on the highway? I whined, Its scary out here and I think I just heard a wolf howl. Little did I know, but I would later meet that wolf.
I was lying there in the dark in my sleeping bag and I was staring up at the full moon. God, it was beautiful it seemed to be calling out to me. I dont know what possessed me to, but I got up and walked into the trees. After wa
The Winter Wolf.Winter: That time of year when snow starts falling. To the people of our time, it likely conjures up images of skiers, children sledding and engaging in snowball fights, and snowmen watching with envy as families share cups of hot coco and gifts around the Christmas tree.The Winter Wolf.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yet, cozy in our homes, we often forget that not two hundred years ago, our predecessors didn't have things quite so easy. I'd be lying if I said that there was no enjoyment at all in the winter, but their lives were far more difficult then ours.
Food and firewood needed to be carefully rationed, and game was scarce. Even though houses offered protection from wind and snow, they did little to keep the occupants warm if no fire was burning. It's not surprising, then, that winter split many more families then than it does now. Many parents were left childless; many children had their parents torn from them. Those who cou
SonnetAs aeons chart the birth and death of starsSonnet11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our lives are numbered minutes, hours and days;
The end of time seems far too far away
To try to stretch a mortal love like ours.
To seize the infinite's not in my powers;
An epoch's longer than we can delay
Our lives', our love's inexorable decay;
As temporal as flowers in a vase.
But if we grasp each moment that we get -
Each cigarette, each kiss, each coffee cup,
Each friendly fight about the washing up,
Each smile, each fleeting bliss - then we may yet
Create a universe within each breath,
Immortalised each second; cheating Death.
SHDYCF Chapter 19Chapter 19SHDYCF Chapter 193 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sylvie stretched sideways to work a kink out of her back. It wasn't fair, she thought bitterly. All the others had to worry about was one spine; she had to worry about two! Fortunately, her equine back never hurt as much as her human one. Taryn had muttered something about human backs not being built to handle the strain that centaurs could when she had asked. That was certainly true in itself, Sylvie mused. She had been no lightweight as a human, but as a centaur she could lift things she never could have before and it was getting easier. Her back ached after a strenuous workout, but it ached less each time she did so, and the pain was coming less frequently than it did just a month ago. She shook her head slightly as she turned the tap off from the faucet and lifted the hose out of the watering trough. She thought that this was further proof that she was still changing a little, while Taryn thought that they had already co
So How Does Your Costume Fit-2So How Does Your Costume Fit-23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Enchanted Threads was near the edge of town, so Sylvie and Taryn stopped by their houses to pick up their bicycles. Sylvie's was a six speed racing bike that she often took out to the park to practice by racing on the trails. Taryn's was a touring bike that she used to cruise around town. It even had a small white wicker basket on the front that she used to carry groceries and stuff for her mother.
As the girls rolled Taryn's bike from the garage, they heard the upstairs window slide open. "Hi, girls." Came a weak, reedy voice. It was Taryn's mother.
"Hey, Mrs. Grogan. How are you feeling today?" asked Sylvie kindly at the voice.
"Much better today, dear." Said the voice. "Taryn, sweetheart?"
"Yes Mom?" shouted Taryn, holding the bike.
"Could you stop at the store on your way home and pick up my medicine?"
"Sure thing mom." Taryn shouted. The sound of the upper window closing signaled an end to the conversation, and Mrs. Grogan's strength.
"Your mother so
The Costume Shop Part 2Chapter 2: A Challenging CreationThe Costume Shop Part 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Drathan never found a costume so difficult to create. However he was right the girl Nala was overflowing with energy he could mold into the suit. His intention had been just one of a dozen feline forms but the work almost took on a life of its own. Nalas dream energies were imbuing the suit with abilities and skills that had to come from her own perception of her fursona, even if she never admitted to its existence. But the real challenge came in the design. The suit was semi sentient, he knew that the moment he started manipulating the essence, her energies were just so strong for it not to. But he knew from his talk she and the suit would reject each other if they personalities didnt mesh, and this suit had all the classic attributes of a catgirl by Nalas perceptions.
Ultimately the solution he came up with was quite brilliant, if he did say so himself, instead of a single suit it was composed of numerous components that all shared
ZomberellaThere are six clumps of my dirty blonde hair left. I sit in front of my vanity, tying different colored bows at the base of each one. I dyed the tips of them my favorite color a while ago -- hotter than hell pink -- so people know I mean business. When I'm done with that, I pinch my cheeks, make kissy faces in the mirror. I'm looking a little dull, I finally decide. I reach below the vanity and pull out my secret weapon: a tub of Crisco. I dig my fingers into the thick white goop and start smearing it on my face. When that's done, I roll a little margarine under my pits and give myself an approving wink with my good eye in the mirror before getting up and prancing downstairs.Zomberella2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mum is sitting at the kitchen table when I skip in. "Heya, Mumsliums!" I holler, giving her a frantic wave. She nods once and waves back as I cut through the tiled kitchen for the mud room to get my tennies from the shoe rack. She doesn't say much anymore, now that she's lost her lower jaw. I shrug and
Costume ShopCostume ShopCostume Shop3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I found this really cool place," Jane said. "It sells the best costumes."
"Really?" I said, kissing her forehead. We were curled up on the couch, watching a movie. "Halloween isn't for another year."
"Yeah," Jane agreed. "But because of Halloween, it's having a clearance sale." I groaned. I knew what that meant.
"What?" Jane asked.
"Every time you see a sign that says 'clearance', you have to go for it," I said. "And every time, you take me with you."
"Well, then," She said, smiling. "What could you possibly be doing that's more important than shopping with your girlfriend?" I made a face, as if I was pondering deeply, then said:
"I've got a date with Karen tomorrow," I said. Jane responded by smacking a pillow into my face. "I'm joking!" I exclaimed. "Fine, I'll come with you."
"Thank you!" Jane said, giving me a kiss.
The next day, we stood outside the shop. It looked old, like an antique store, with fa
Beautiful Car CrashConstructed sanity falls to nothingBeautiful Car Crash2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Angelic tragedy hits the shore
A beautiful car crash takes me wanting
My dull reality knows no more
Doll eyes flickering wake the fallen
Demonic hauntings tumble free
Jagged glinting eats the solemn
Like all the stars you’ll never be
Secret prisoners find the open
Their immorality starts to bleed
New delusions heal the broken
As toxic cravings wake and feed
The darkness burns through resurrection
Eternal sufferings smile alone
The sickness breeds a new infection
Our skulls beneath a jagged stone
Delirious thoughts of vicious powers
Acidic smiling hides my fears
A corpse among the poison flowers
Their ancient misery draws my tears
Such painful harmony comes to something
Destructive beauty paints it black
A needful hatred steals my hurting
But hideous love will bring it back
Constructed sanity falls to nothing
Angelic tragedy hurts me more
The beautiful car crash leaves me wounded
My dreams lie dying on the floor
Crazy Just Isn't MeWhen I hear voices am I insane?Crazy Just Isn't Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sanity I just feign?
I have plenty of friends.
I follow some of the trends.
I make a nice amount of pay.
I try to do as you say.
I do everything just right,
But still I have this fight.
Psychotic's what I am.
My mind just seems damned.
You don't know what it means.
Crazy is all you have seen.
This is what I must share:
Remember that we're there.
Going through normal life.
You'll never know our strife.
We act just like the rest.
Showing only our best.
If you could see what I see.
Crazy just isn't me.
SHDYCF-2 Chapter-6 A Wolf in a Suit6. A Wolf in a SuitSHDYCF-2 Chapter-6 A Wolf in a Suit1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next week Sylvie was in and out of the shooting range. She continued to astonish and amaze with her ability to hit any target she wanted, regardless of whether or not she could see it. Some dubbed her the new Annie Oakley, and her times at the range were often crowded as people came to see her shoot her rifle. Albert had capitalized on the situation, promising her free ammunition as long as she came between the hours of two and three in the afternoon. Event charged people for the privilege of seeing her shoot, and extra for talking with her. He had even convinced her to do a few lessons for a fee. Sylvie was a little uncomfortable with the notion, but agreed to give it a try. Today would be her first lesson in she was terrified.
She walked up to the admissions booth for the range and smiled at the girl with braces who waved her past with no comment. There was already a huge line that stretched clear to the parking lot. Sylvie had been startled to
Marcus' Story, Day 2 part 1(This is a continuation of a character used in a side story for ~MaLAgua's Genetic Park side story arc. It contains some background on the setting that I've skipped over.Marcus' Story, Day 2 part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It could have been a day taken from any other nice, relaxing vacation. Marcus sat outside in the mid-morning sunlight, eyes partially closed as he enjoyed the bright, sunny day and the warm, gentle breeze. He sat near a resort sports complex, quietly watching the other vacationers going about their business.
"Of course, this wasn't any other vacation!" he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
For one, on a normal vacation he wouldn't really be surrounded by a park full of people who had manipulated their DNA to become half-human, half-animal creatures. For another, he had been a guy on every single other vacation he had ever taken.
For the time being, Marcus was part fox (which he thought was really cool
an arc is an infinite number of straight linessay ian arc is an infinite number of straight lines1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
& you too
& asked it to appear
& so it soul-sprouted out of earth
or spilled all star-dusted from heaven
or emerged from a gang of goliath worms
& was so splendidly riddled with prisms
we saw god in marvelous feathers
of flaking gold or seven robes
of mica or divinely impoverished
with a putrid buzzard’s beard
we were destined
our phantoms of truth be
so distinctly two of these
that they must eventually
down inside the kuk, kuk & skow
crackling out each green heron beak
is a different sort of time
or now than is
grown within the roh-roh-roh & awk
of every great blue one
deep within a claw of bear
black & river-blessed
exists a unique air
of holy space
which is oh-so-never
alike that which is
sewn within a talon of owl-bird
silent & flying ready-spread
with fiery night-sky eyes
far along the sweet flag
patch of summer swords
withered & seeds to set
Beneath the full moon. Music class assignment 1I walk upon the path that was chosenBeneath the full moon. Music class assignment 11 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
with blood in my tracks and a heart that is frozen
I'm afraid and tired as I stand alone
on a path to the unknown.
I am always running
Never looking back
To rejoin my pack
Can't you hear me calling?
Please find me soon
I'll be waiting beneath the full moon.
I thought I had found shelter at last
then rain tore it down and the fire died too fast
Now I am roaming the shadows once more
searching for an open door.
I am always running
Never looking back
To get my own pack
If you hear me calling
Please find me soon
And join me beneath the full moon.
Hope will never be silentHope will never be silent4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am who I am so who are you to try and tell me otherwise.
Stop trying to fit me into some box that you can check off saying male or female
straight or gay.
There's more to me than that.
I apologize if your that simple but I am not, nor will I ever be.
I'm not male, I'm not female.....I'm something in between.
Sure I have physical appearance of a female, but I have the mentality more o
13 Years Of Mental Health"You're feeling ill?13 Years Of Mental Health1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just take these pills
Then you don't need them anymore
Here you go
Take these instead
You say they only make it worse?
I'll increase the dosage
For good measure we'll add some of these as well
Give it some time
The side affects will go away
Why have you stopped coming to see me?"
Quick-Undo-TG Caption shortQuick-Undo-TG Caption short10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kelly and Kristen were still on the couch making out when Kelly’s phone rang. Kristen crawled over to the phone to check who was calling. She looked up at Kelly shocked. “It’s your parents.”
“What?” Kelly said hopping up to join Kristen.
The phone stopped ringing and was replaced by a ring from a text. Kelly opened his phone and read the text out loud.
“Hey Kelly, we should be arriving at the house in about 15 minutes. See you when we get there.”
Kelly and Kristen gave each other looks of worry. “Shit,” They said in unison.
The couple both jumped up and started cleaning up the mess they had made over the last two days.
“I thought you said your parents weren’t coming back for another couple of hours?” Kristen said clearing off the coffee table.
“I said that a couple of hours ago!” Kelly yelled from the kitchen speedily washing dishes. “Must’ve lost track of time, you’re a really g
Telltale MarksTelltale Marks9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your bedsheets left wrinkles in my skin
That I trace slowly with the tip of my finger
(it feels so early, being up before noon.)
I watch you sleep, golden lashes brushing round cheeks
The morning sun filters through the curtains
(it looks like a halo around your head.)
A brief flash of my closet romantic
I unplug the alarm clock
(no need for reality to interrupt.)
I know you're not really asleep
That half smile, faintly dancing on your lips gives you away
(i know you too well.)
I let you pretend anyway,
It's all part of the game we play.
(like children we make believe.)
Your fingers tug at my own
Invitation and plea to stay home
(i whisper your name.)
I'm a coward. A masochist with your happiness
I'll leave before our "just friends" sham falls apart
(no traces left but memories)
Your bedsheets left wrinkles in my skin
That I trace slowly with the tip of my finger
(our secrets leave wrinkles deep within.)
AsylumI dance through echoing rooms in my mind,Asylum1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Up the creaking stairs that lead to No-Place
And play in the memories left behind
When Reality chose to show her face.
So clear now, every neuron's trail sparking
To paint the portraits clinging to the walls.
So obvious the shattered glass marking
Remains of naïve dreams that strew these halls.
And now through the gardens of withered rue,
And imagined fountains flowing with thought
To deny the need for the Darkness who
Helps conceal the asylum gates I wrought.
Honest PsychiatristNormal, your brain is not.Honest Psychiatrist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a guess at what you got.
It's needed for your medication.
Label shouldn't cause frustration.
Guess at what pill to take.
So many that they make.
Don't know about your brain.
Could make you more insane.
Effects are usually small.
You may have none at all.
We warn just so you know,
Your pain may just grow.
Your brain isn't fried.
Just another to be tried.
Patience is what I need.
I promise it isn't greed.
So here's another pill.
Maybe now you won't be ill.