Ellen Page TGEllen Page TG5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack was a movie fanatic, he watched anything and everything that came to theaters, he especially liked ones that had cool ideas and twists at the end. His favorite movie was Shutter Island, but Inception had just come out on DVD so he had to see if it was as good as everyone said. After he got home from getting the movie he put it in and turned off the lights so his mirror wouldn't create such a annoying shine in his small, dull apartment. He grabbed the remote and hit play. About halfway into the movie he thought to himself, "I wish I could be in Ellen Page's position, that would be so cool." A few minutes passed and he began to feel tingles in his feet, he just assumed they were asleep and didn't pay much attention, they became rather small and dainty. The feeling went up his legs, and yet again he just passed it off as some sort of bad sitting position, so he moved a bit and continued to watch. His legs became much more slender and ladylike, while all his body hair began
Lost Soul FanaaLost Soul Fanaa6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"The day I met you, my life began
You were the sunshine of my life
You were the meaning of the world
Since I lost you, nothing has sense
I have no more fate, my destiny disappeared
I feel so cold, my heart is hurt
I'm not dead but I feel like a ghost
I am a lonely illusion of who I was to you
I wish I stop breathing
As you did, my beloved Syld
Without you I have no soul,
Not any more reason to live
I miss you so desperately
I'd give my all to offer you a rebirth
Or to rejoin you anywhere you are
Until the end of time my angel
I am yours for eternity"
"Le soleil s'est levé, j'y ai reconnu ton visage
C'est ton existence qui a illuminé le monde
Il a perdu tout sens, maintenant que tu n'es plus
Ma destinée s'est effacée, mon chemin a disparu
L'intense douleur en mon cur me ravage
Me glace, me brise, m'écorche et me déchire
Je voudrais comme toi cesser de respirer
En te perdant j'ai égaré mon âme, ma Foi
Et toute raison de
An old man's deathAn old man's death5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Wearily he sits in his usual chair. Maybe no one will notice how tired he is and how much it hurts. His oldest granddaughter knocks on the door and opens the door.
"Hi grandpa. How are you today?" She gives him a hug and sits the plate of cookies in front of him. Her fiancé steps in behind her with a gallon of fresh cow's milk. He hadn't had that since he was a boy. Yum!
He smiles. "When are you getting married??"
She pauses. A different reaction that usual. Usually she says, "Not sure yet. We'll let you know."
"October the eighth."
For a split second he thought there was hope after all. October wasn't too far away. He could make it until then. That would only be a month after the six month mark the doctors gave him back in March. Then she adds .
He didn't know what to say. He'd never make it that long. He knew he couldn't. For a moment, she caught the distress in his eyes, but he looks away quickly back at the cookies and milk. "Thanks for the cookies." H