Therapy: Forcing a CosplayTherapy: Forcing a Cosplay5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Therapy with Surraco, Richard E.
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Dr. Nova: *to the mic* 1... 2... 3... Testing... Date: September 25, 2009, Subject: Surraco Pereira, Richard Edgard, a.k.a. "Zetastrophenow", a.k.a. "Irrespondible", a.k.a. "irrespondible2", a.k.a. "el demente surraco", a.k.a. "The Thousand Nicknames Man". The subject forced three girls in
The gold queen part 1The gold queen part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE GOLD QUEEN
At one of London's museums, an employee rushes through the basement. It's past 10 p.m. and the place is been closed by the guards. The clack of her high heels echoes as she hurries. The young woman embraces a large cardboard envelope against her chest as she watches no one follows her.
She reaches a room at the other side of the vast underground storage room. She locks the door of the small, abandon room and moves an old wood cabinet at the back and enters a hole in the wall that connects to a dark passage. The passage leads to an ancient old room lighted by candles and filled with a collection of old objects, but not valuable as she would like. The room looks like it was a medieval catacomb, never the less, it has a 1920's desk with a large shelf full of books aside of it.
The woman sits down and opens her envelope. She places over the desk some old documents, a book, notes, and a diary. As she works, the dairy falls down the floor. It opens in the last page and
Sincerely your stranger.Sometimes,Sincerely your stranger.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I see flowers growing on your skin,
Messing time and time again with ways that we wanted to be,
Shaking rows we measured with
Taking their time informing us of
Tragedies in their coming.
This is a novel written,
Spoken weakly to a growing
What deserved of you has deserved of everyone,
None the better words to say at lockpicks,
Taking glasses from your shelf,
Making you who
I wanted you to be.
Our roads meeting,
A set of parallel lines,
Telling us to
Go in the opposite direction.
This is why I take your fingers,
Drag them across a chalkboard,
Call it a masterpiece,
Gather a following to follow a gathering,
Break down your doors,
Sit myself down,
And declare a last time that
This is for you.
FaithFaith3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the faith of a child
complete trust in purest form
has no boundaries
Fetish Island - 1You were just an attractive young woman taking a luxury cruise. You were certainly not expecting to become marooned on an island full of fetishes, but fate has a fickle way of causing shipwrecks at inappropriate times.Fetish Island - 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You awake on a warm sandy beach, wearing only a bikini. You stagger to your feet and look around. The only possible directions you can go appear to be into a forest or up a stone staircase on the side of a cliff.
ThingsThings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who is to blame
who is responsible
for this crashing
growing ever stronger
My mind is falling
from its place in my skull
sinking in a resigned
Behind the skies
there is a building light
sensitive to the touch
stinging in my eyes
Coming undone, I have
found a place inside
an eye composed
of calm and only
the slightest touch
You are here
and there is no where left
to run from
the force of you
I need this place
to remain a quiet force
seperate from the thing
the thing that pulls me under
under this cover of clouds and smoke
under the sheets where our bodies lie waiting
Why must you keep me here, in waiting?
Alone, I have
created a life that you
you can neither touch nor feel
you search it out and find it
crush it beneath your hands
strong and yet
smooth and melting to touch
my lips come open
at your command
The rubber shopThe rubber shop5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The shop owner told her to wait while he retrieved the latex boots she ordered.
*Please do not touch anything.* He said before going.
Despite his warning, Caroll could not take her eyes of the amazing suit hanging right next to her.
She resisted the temptation and waited for about 10 minutes. But her patience grew heavy.
*Have you found my boots yet?*
No response. She took another look at the suit. The zipper, open, left the shiny interior exposed. It felt like it was begging to be used. A suit of this quality would be very expensive, she tough. She might never have such an opportunity again.
*Hello !!!* Still no response.
*Oh... What the hell...* in no time, she undressed herself and grabbed the flask of body-lotion on the counter.
*Strange... What is that doing on the counter ? It seems a bit too convenient* But she had no time to think. There was little time before the owner would come back, and she did not want to get caught naked.
She used the oil, and sinked in the rubber suit. H
CursedCursed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Timo was quite the average fifteen year old boy.
He only had one problem: He was cursed.
At the age of eight, he had been playing at the beach and accidentally thrown sand at an old gypsy, who happened to have had a bad day.
Angry with the little boy, she had thrown a strange powder at him, which had made him sneeze. For the rest of the day he had felt a little weak, but after that everything had been alright again.
That was until his thirteenth birthday.
The night after it, Timo had had a strange dream, telling him about his curse: Whenever he got aroused, he would transform into the dream girl of whomever touched him next.
Lucky for him the changes were quite slow, depending on how long he was touched by someone. But it basically ruined his social life, since hed never know, when he would see a hot girl, which might trigger the curse.
Until now Timo had been able to keep his secret, since the transformation would reverse after fifteen minutes. At least if he wanted to, w
how to become a writerhave parents that separatehow to become a writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
just. not. good.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop running
from who you really are.)
carry around a notebook
and scrawl eve
The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.The Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquisitively.
"It's one of her emotions. This doesn't attack the same way that normal diseases do, there are all sorts of different symptoms. Right now, she is sad and the only way that I know how to explain it is that she is feeling down."
"What do you mean by down?"
"Her emotions can best be described as ones that are upwhen she is feeling good, and
Love Reaps part 18Love Reaps part 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She's turning me into a pushover. I mean, I've never been a pushover!
She wants food.
I get it for her.
She wants a better room.
I argue with the manger to get it for her.
She feels sorry for Elapse.
I carry him up a flight of stairs so he can lie in MY bed.
This is ludicrous, why does this insignificant girl have so much power over my will. Every time I try to glare into her dark eyes, wanting with more than anything to say a 'Fuck NO', it comes out as a hesitant yes. God please help my tainted and tortured spirit to get resistance to her deep soul shaking eyes.
I glued my eyes on his gold locks; it was beginning to sting my eyes. A natural urge to destroy stuff that irritates my sight kicked in. I'm sure he won't mind a new hairstyle, close shave till no blond can be seen. I grinned, Scarlet giving worried side glances from the other end of the room.
His nose twitched, it resembled that witch show oh what was it called?
Elapse groaned; I obvious did some pretty impressive damage
We Were All Going to be WonderfulKathy's mom, shaped like a ripe pearWe Were All Going to be Wonderful2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
black-haired, she wore it long, tied back.
She looked foreign, she should have been a gypsy--
silver and red, smoky and asleep;
should have smelled like cardamom or cloves
but she smelled like onions and carrots, potatoes and oregano.
She leaned at the sink in the tiny kitchen
peeling potatoes, head bent, sallow-skinned, heavy-hipped
her dark hair traced with the first lazy spider webs of gray.
We slunk past the gray-mouthed man on the sofa
with his Reds game and his beer;
men weren't soft then, but the new kind was coming along.
The suburbs were a garden
through the hot summer days and the Catholic schools,
and it wasn't the dads who had the dirty fingernails.
But he worked every day, by god he did,
drove a truck fat with bakery goods
flaccid and without souls
(whole wheat was a color not a life.)
Robert kept the kids fed, didn't interfere
with their summer afternoons.
"Come in here, Josie, pull down my pants and make love to me."
She only grunted,
Earthen GypsyShe dances for no one, to a beat none can hear. The dance is her lifeblood. To stop dancing is to fade from existence.Earthen Gypsy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon and the stars; her eyes
The waves of the ocean; her hair
The tendrils of long-forgotten ivy; her snake-like charm
The mossy earth beneath her feet
They all feel her rhythm, share it
It's all the same.
Ninety four days...Ninety four days...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It has been ninety four days...
I have been thinking of all the things I should have said
sense that day I have thought of over a thousand ways
all while laying in my bed
three hundred ways to take it out on my self
five hundred different ways to commit suicide.
two hundred to take it out on some one else.
and there are more than a million reasons i hate myself for just standing aside.
God, I wish that I would have know that you would die
how the hell was I going to know what was in store.
I never got to say it before it was too late.
and people ask me why I hate the idea of fate.
nows the time to tell you why
twelve times a year I sit in front of a different grave.
yelling at this God that I have praised for so long.
demanding to know why every thing went so wrong.
cursing at him for taking those that made me brave.
I never got to say bye.
The Office_The Invention Act 1The Office_The Invention Act 17 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
ACT 1 INT. OFFICE RECEPTION MORNING
MICHAEL enters the Office triumphantly. He stops by reception to make an announcement
MICHAEL Hey everyone!
The Office is unresponsive. Michael glances at the camera.
Could I, uh, have your attention please? I have a
very important announcement to make
DWIGHT looks up attentively. Michael settles with only receiving Dwights attention.
MICHAEL (CONTD) I would like to let you all know that I have come up an ingenious idea, aaand, its going to make me very, very rich.
DWIGHT Really? What is it?
Michael smiles at the camera
MICHAEL Oho! Well, youll just have to wait and see.
Im going to get settled down, and then
Ill be ready to blow you all away.
Michael walks into his office. Dwight watches him intently.
INT. MICHAEL TALKING HEAD MICHAELS OFFICE
StuckI'm stuckStuck3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a movie on pause.
always the same scene.
I feel like I stopped moving,
Like I haven't moved for so long.
The world spins without me,
my friends move on as well.
I long to move,
pray to sprint.
But I keep getting snagged,
and fall flat on my face.
I'm stuck in this rut,
stuck like a fixed point in time.
I wish I could press play,
but I can't see the control.