The Sanctity of LifeI heard that life is sacred, but I don’t know what that word means.The Sanctity of Life1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
A woman outside a clinic told me that a tiny mass of cells was a person, but I didn’t think it looked like one. I heard her say that the bundle of cells was just what a person looked like when it was very small. She said it had the same genetic makeup and all of the same DNA as a fully grown person and therefore had the same right to life. I watched her scratch her nose, dislodging a thousand skin cells containing her full set of DNA, which described her entire genetic makeup. The skin cells died.
The bundle of cells in a pregnant woman’s abdomen would grow into a fully developed human being, she said. That is, unless they didn’t, as was frequently the case. But, the bundle of cells had the potential to grow into a real person. The woman outside the clinic told me that life begins at conception.
If she had said before conception, I might have believed h
Hijacked, a Hunger Games fanfic (part 2)My fingers lock together as the peacekeepers lead me down the hall. My heart pounds rapidly. My first day outside of the torture chamber, I wonder what they want with me now. I recoil when a peacekeeper comes through a door. They can kill me, but nothing will be worse then the feel of constantly being injected by tracker jackers.Hijacked, a Hunger Games fanfic (part 2)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We stop at a pair or double doors with the capitols symbol pasted on it.
"The bomb for 13 is prepared for tomorrow morning, sir." I hear someone say through the door.
"Perfect." Says the familiar raspy voice of President Snow.
The peacekeeper to my left releases my arm and places his hand on a scanner. The doors fly open and they speechlessly lead me inside.
"Well Mr. Mellark, how nice to see you." President Snow says almost to nicely.
Another man in a peacekeeper uniform turns his face away from me as he leaves the room.
"I thought the same thing about you." I mumbl
Zac Efron TickleZac had just got back from the gym and sat down on the couch, exhausted. He turned on the TV but after a few minutes, fell asleep.Zac Efron Tickle1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He woke up to find himself tied to a chair, he arms behind him and his ankles tied to the legs.
'Hello?' he shouted. 'Hello?' His shouts were answered when Corbin Bleu walked in.
'Hello Zac.' he said. Zac gave him a questionable look. 'I take it that you want an explanation?' he asked.
'Damn right I do!' spat Zac. Corbin walked over to Zac and knelt beside him.
'Well, since we done High School Musical, I've always been second best to you. But now, it's time for revenge!' he said, lifting up Zac's shirt.
'What are you doing?' asked Zac fearfully. He got his answer when Corbin started digging in to Zac's sides, making him arch his back.
'Hahahahahahaha! Stop!' Zac pleaded. Corbin ignored him and went up to his armpits, also digging in to them.
'No! Hahahahahahaha! Please! Hahahaha!' screamed Zac.
'Okay. I will. Here, anyway.' Corbin said evilly. He moved down
Torchwood Foot StoryTorchwood Fan Story-Watch Where You Step.Torchwood Foot Story5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It had started out as a run-of-the-mill artefact retrieval from a known rift hotspot, but the situation had now escalated nearly to the point of crisis. Gwen was behind the wheel of Torchwoods powerful black SUV with Toshiko sitting beside her, tracking the life form that was now causing havoc on the streets of Cardiff. Gwen swerved around a slow moving heavy goods vehicle while Toshiko yelled out directions.
Take a sharp left here!
Its a motorway Toshi, the only way is straight ahead
Well its just taken a sharp left and is now bearing down on a residential area
Gwen yanked hard on the steering wheel and cut across three lanes of traffic, narrowly avoiding several collisions with oncoming traffic to reach a small slip road that branched off the motorway Happy now? She didnt get a reply to her sarcastic comment because Tosh was now focusing all
When a Bat is Forced to Worship an Owl's FeetBattle type: One On One KO MatchWhen a Bat is Forced to Worship an Owl's Feet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Location: Deviant Park University Front Gate
Time: 8: 40 PM
Gill: Lord Goth's younger half-brother, a young vampire bat, born in 1991. He is around 5'10 in height and is large and muscled but hot-headed. He has long, blonde hair that reaches almost halfway down his back and has many scars all over his body that can be seen easily through his torn and ragged clothes. He wears steel shackles around his ankles and wrists and a collar around his neck from before he excaped Goth's clutches of slavery.
General Kazella: One of Goth's most reliable enforcers who was premoted to her place as General when her predecessor, General Brutus was killed by Gill in an attempt to bring him to Lord Goth alive. A young, beautiful female owl born in 1989. She stands about 6'2 and is very agile. What she lacks in physical power she makes up for in speed, agillity, dexteri
Poem: Surrender:AbsolutionSurrender:AbsolutionPoem: Surrender:Absolution6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Brother, I am finished.
I will fight no more forever.
I'm wearied so of war; of watching
Bright lives coldly severed
We turned our backs; I walked away
In anger from my brother.
But walking 'round the world just brought us
Back to face each other.
In you I see the opposite
Of everything in me.
Bound in that opposition,
We've never yet been free.
There's no hope of forgiveness
For all we've said and done.
But understanding might make space
For love where there was none.
So I come to you, my brother:
My Other Self, my Friend
The mirrored image I must face
At every cycle's end
I come to you in hope
That if we join our souls together,
Unite our mirrored dreams and pains,
We could end this War forever.
I must be strong for others;
But you know me through and through.
There's no one else to help me now.
I need you, oh I need you!
I'll open to you my utmost self.
(Please help me not to be afraid!)
I'll hold back nothing not even sham
Tickle Torture Tournament Season 1 Part 3A short note before it starts:Tickle Torture Tournament Season 1 Part 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
In case you haven't read the earlier parts I'd advice you to read those first to not be spoiled in any way.
If you like this story, please leave a comment and let me know how you liked the background info given and how you liked the (hopefully) funny parts of the story.
I worked hard and did alot of research to create those parts and it would be a pity if that would be left uncommented.
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Thanks in advance!
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Tickle Torture Tournament Season 1 Episode 3
*the theme song plays, the logo is shown and then the camera focuses on Blade and Risa*
Blade: It's showtime~~~!!!!! Welcome everybody to the TTT!! A huge show awaits us today as we are about to find out who will go through to the big final!
Risa: Right Blade! Things are heating up and it's only
OctoberSerenity, I fell to sleep,October5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hid behind a deeper dark
That fills the chambers of my chest
And slows my bloody racing heart.
Then foolishness, I dared to dream
Though not of clockwork silver screen
Nor movie stars or speeding cars
I dreamt I was below the stars,
And there you were and there was I
With grass below and light above
Our lamp the spreading summer sky.
So need I even speak of love?
Or shall I only sally on
With baubels here and trinkets there
The way your eyes closed in the night
The shapes my hands wove in your hair?
I woke to pearly winter light
And found no shred of comfort there.
The WaitingRoom is large butThe Waiting3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
paint is peeling,
from panelled walls
and alcoved ceilings.
An old woman is buried
in a damp chair.
A warm smell of piss,
She does not turn but
"Americo, do you remember
your blossoming power?
The whole world despised it
but I loved you dearly.
My wanton child-
Red in matricide,
white in supremacy
and blue here now,
in your rosewood seat"
Americo laughs briskly
at Britannia's slight.
But they are both disturbed
and chilled by the sight,
of Romulus' freshly starched sheets,
and all his leafy golden crowns,
in a tied black bag
beside the door.
Zack and Cody Tickle Tortured Part 2Zack and Cody Tickle Tortured Part 21 year ago in Humor More Like This
About a week after Zack & Cody's torturous interrogation with the jewel thief, the boys were back to their normal lives; playing pranks, running a muck on the ship, and enjoying their senior year of high school. And on this day imparticular, Zack was waiting on Mr. Moseby to walk onto a butter slicked floor in the dining area. The devious blonde sat patiently for about 10 minutes before the up - tight manager strolled right into his trap. Moseby slipped and hit the floor with a rather loud thud. Zack's dormant sympathy receptors came back to life as he ran over to him. "Are you ok?!?!", "No, ohhh, it's my back", "Let me help you" he said, extending his hand. "No Zack, I can't get up, call the paramedic". Just as he was told, he dialed up the paramedics and they came and took Mr. Moseby away to the hospital wing.
The normally care free teen for some reason felt very guilty about the stunt he pulled. He really didn't intend for anyone to get hurt but, what happened had happened
Weaver's StoryI heard the gun shots ringing through my head and wished to just block it all out. Block out every single sound that passed me.Weaver's Story2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tears still streamed down my face as I felt the burning pain in my heart. Just a few minutes earlier, I had my father die in front of me. His face haunted my thoughts. His widened eyes full of shock when the silver bullet punctured his chest. He never heard them coming. Or smelled them for that matter.
My mother's footsteps were still clearly heard as she ran only a few feet behind me in panicked hurry. She had forced me to run away without even a final goodbye to my father. Her panting and gasps rang through my ears as she urged me further and further ahead of her.
Her cry of pain was heard and I slid to a halting stop sliding on the dead leaves and landing hard on my side. I pulled myself up in time to see her holding her bleeding side. "Run Weaver, just RUN!" She screamed, fear filling her beautiful eyes as they glistened with tears. "Please, Weaver "
The Tickle TurntableThe Tickle TurntableThe Tickle Turntable2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is a work of fiction. The events portrayed may or may not have happened. There is no sexual or erotic content in this story whatsoever. Any similarity between the characters and any person, living or dead, or existing characters is coincidental and unintentional. This story is not intended to suggest that the author supports abuse of children in any way. Dorain © 2012.
The sounds of a vehicle skidding to a stop in the gravel parking lot of the town park alerted Donny to the fact that what he had been waiting for was finally there. The park had been a bustling center for families twenty years ago, but since the advent of high-speed internet, movies and video games on demand, it had fallen into disrepair and neglect. Families rarely visited here anymore, but it still had a grassy field where kids could still play, and the slide & merry-go-round still worked.
Tickle Ward pt 2Tickle Ward Part 2Tickle Ward pt 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Daniel snorted under his breath and looked Lisa in the eyes, "…Would you believe that if you were them?" Lisa thought that over, her conclusion coming to a no. "I guess not." Daniel explained, "Anyway, whether I came back empty handed or not, I'd be in the shit hole then." He shuddered at the thought. "I'm one for tickling, but I'm not one for being tickled. It's complete agony." Lisa rolled her eyes over, "And yet, you enjoy inflicting that on other people." Danny couldn't help make his grin spread more across his face. It was true. He loved it. The squeals and girlish screams when you played with women's toes, the way they giggle uncontrollably when you give their ribs a light stroking, the horrible endurance of them trying not to laugh when you tell a little white lie that you'll let them go if they don't laugh for 5 minutes. Yes, he adored it all that he chuckled to himself evilly making Lisa move her chair back a bit in a worried manner.
The Eeks - Chapter 1The EeksThe Eeks - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Going to a new school is never easy. For me it's like being punished. Like being sent to your room or not being able to do something you like, only worse. Corionno was the worst school I had ever been to. Now I was going to a new school. I'm sitting in the school bus now as I speak, looking out the window watching the trees pass.
I have no friends so it's not like that's one of my problems. But yet it is. Everyone says nobody likes me. That's why I don't have friends. But it's not true. I just don't want friends. Why make it a problem? If you've ever moved from school to school you would probably understand what I mean.
My dad, a business man, was always traveling. And just about everytime we moved, he seemed to get a better job offer somewhere else. Making it almost impossible to live at one place.
Saying goodbye to the last person who was actually happy to be around me was heartbreaking and almost unbarable to think about at the moment knowing that if we hadn'
Opposition MovementOpposition MovementOpposition Movement5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sister, your face is dark.
How is your face made dark
when the great garden of the sun
is still fragrant with fragrances
so unmade for Halva and tea? Sister,
you are asleep. What has taken you
into your sleep and that third world
of waiting outside the wall of heaven?
Sister, will we be what you are now
when staggering we stagger,
a hand to our breast when we burn,
sorrowing with pain
as we fall from these streets
and the thorns of opposition, our feet
no longer scouring the heavy stones
at our feet? Sister, a banquet of clay and dust
waits to be eaten, silent with the silence
a puddle spreading beneath your back,
the sky above. But not only; not just.
May your feet carry you, Sister,
safely to safety, away from weeping
and the echoes of friends
wailing their grief to aid your family
that they might find their comfort
in giving comfort to the wailing.
MLK speachI am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.MLK speach11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling
Gypsy BoysGypsy Boys3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Often nomadic groups of poor people from eastern Europe sometimes set up a camp on the outskirts of cities. They travel in trailers, broken down trucks pulled by donkeys, and bicycles. They set up tents and trailers and shacks made of cardboard. They live there for a while, then move on. They are Gypsies.
Gino was a 14 year old boy living near a big city. His family was wealthy. They had a fine home on a large plot of land, with elaborately trimmed gardens full of ancient marble statues and monumentsthe house was 500 years old, almost like a small palace. Well, Gino's family wasn't really THAT richthey didn't have domestic servants, or a yacht, but they did have this nice house, and his dad was a doctor who worked at the prestigious Borgo Medical Center nearby.
And in the field beyond the wall
An Ancient Greek PoemZeus is the king of the gods and goddessesAn Ancient Greek Poem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No one is mightier than he
He has power over all of mankind
Zeus is the most important as you can see
Lightning bolts are his weapons
And he controls the weather
Hey, did you know that
Zeus and Hera are together?
Hera is the queen of all
And the marriage protector
She took care of the women and children
While she sipped on Nector
Zeus was the youngest of his siblings
But he was still the leader
His other siblings are
Hestia, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Demeter
Hades became the god of the under world
Because he loved the rich minerals in the Earth
He was also god of wealth
So he obviously liked the jewels for what they were worth
Demeter, is the goddess of fruit, corn, wheat, and grain
She was the one who made them grow
But she neglected the crops every time
Persephone was taken below
She mourned for three months
Until Persephone returned
And the earth was lush again
And that was why the seasons turned
Poseidon was the giver of horses
He was rul
History of Dimentiara Part IThe Dimentiara ExodusHistory of Dimentiara Part I1 year ago in Settings More Like This
In the future, the planet Earth is torn asunder by territorial conflict. Overpopulation forces the nations of the world to compete for increasingly rare natural resources and habitable land. It’s a world that hangs on the precipice of total war, a powder keg ready to ignite. However, this doesn’t stop the wealthy and privileged from pursuing their hobbies.
Enter Miles Dibford, an eccentric entrepreneur and self-proclaimed expert on Cryptozoology, the study of “cryptids”; mythical beasts such as Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster. Dibford found himself on an expedition into the depths of the Congo River basin to search for Nessie’s African cousin, the Mokèlé-mbèmbé. Following up on leads from the natives, Dibford actually managed to find something that matched the monster’s description. His expeditionary crew barely had time to give the thing an mtDNA scan before it literally blipped out of existence!
Helga's Honest Dream"Hey I'm in Dr. Bliss's office," Helga says as she looks around, realizing that she's on the couch. She sees Dr. Bliss's chair and goes to it, hoping to find out what's going on. Why would she be in this office at night and on the weekend? The chair swivels around and the poor nine-year-old is shocked at who she finds.Helga's Honest Dream3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Who are you!" She asks, scared.
"You-at age 30." Helga eyes the woman over, trying to see if she is who she says she is. Her hair is like hers, only let down. Her dress IS pink, but it's missing the classic hot stripe at the bottom and has a more curvy shape to it.
"Ok Bucko, you can pull off what I could look like as an adult, but how do I know you're really me?" Older Helga sighs, not at all surprised that she'd have to prove herself.
"You have a shrine of Arnold Shortman in your closet made out of gum and found objects, you refer to him as 'ice-cream' when talking to Phoebe, and when you were once stuck in his room you had a...um..." She blushes, "vary satisfy
Car Crossed LoverIn lanes full choked with sun and leavesCar Crossed Lover5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Avians sing as a badger grieves
For his car crossed lover
Laid low last night.
Still, no bright light
For a beast of the field
No flashing life
Or right hand of God
Just the main beams of honda
Then a pitiful sinking
Into the sod.
Jeff The Killers Lodger - Part 1Jeff The Killers Lodger - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was dark out as I walked home, but, this could only be expected since it was heading towards winter. The streets were mostly empty spare the occasional person, though at the moment I was the only one walking down the pavement. Not even cars drove past, the street was silent save the clap of my shoes against the floor and the flicker of a street lamp.
As I looked around, the whole town seemed Off, tonight. It was cold, grey, lifeless, even the yellow glow from the street lamps seemed dull. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it felt . Dead.
I wasn't fazed however, a little chilled from the night air and the loneliness sent a shiver down my spine, but I chose to ignore it knowing I'd be home soon. However, this was to be my mistake. I didn't see the lurking horror in the shadows, something bitterly sinister crouching in the shadows of the bushes lining the walkway.
A grin spread over the late teen face, so wide it reaches the edges of his eyes, saliva dripping from hi
Diamonds Are DullThose colourless prisms with empty placesDiamonds Are Dull4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like molten crystal tears are slowing
In freezing facets and downcast faces.
I found no fierceness trapped in glass
So I chose my seconds up in flame
That rolled with the taste of ruby red;
Of crimson passion and pouring rain
Dousing mists over my head
And dragging me down to a fiery dream.