The Sanctity of LifeI heard that life is sacred, but I don’t know what that word means.The Sanctity of Life2 years 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
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.All Here For A Reason2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
Suddenly “No, please stop! Don’t touch me! No!”Suddenly10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl shot up from her bed and out of her dream like a bolt of lightning. Cold sweat rained down her face, her dark brown hair sticking around her umber eyes. It had been four months since the incident but she still had trouble sleeping through the night. Her nightmares continued to haunt her, sometimes even during her waking hours of life.
“No…” she whispered to herself while tears formed in her eyes.
It had been one of those things people saw on Lifetime TV movies and read about in the newspapers, but never thought would happen to them. Her and her friends had stayed out later than seventeen year olds should, into the one and two o’clock hours of the morning. She was only two blocks away from her home and said she could make it by herself. And for the first block she had done so. But as the first c
Cold CoffeeThere’s a cold cup of coffee on the table by his hand. He can’t stop picking it up and tasting the liquid within, only for it to slide out again with his breath. The man sitting across from him wrinkles his nose at this, but won’t stop talking about the very important Paper in front of him and how everything would be so much simpler if Mr. Staden would just sign, thank you very much and enjoy the rest of your coffee without me.Cold Coffee9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mr. Staden just looks back at the man and the papers, feeling the pen that he holds loosely in his left hand. It’s heavy, but looks cheap. He scribbles it against the napkin coaster and it doesn’t leave a mark, moving it faster back and forth just tears the paper.
“This doesn’t work,” he says, and he watches as the man—the lawyer—reaches inside his bag—his briefcase, where the other Papers are—and produces another pen, this one lighter, blue ink instead of black.
“Here, try this,
RebootI punched a kid twice in fifth grade for trying to see up Gemini Hetherington’s skirt when her twin brother was home sick. The Hetheringtons could get away with things like that if they ever lifted a fist in the first place, but for a Holthausen it was like a criminal offense, and all of the better-neighborhood parents gasped at the news and wondered what went wrong in my development. I sat in the car while the principal spoke to my dad about it. Through the window I heard him warn that I would no sooner be punching Walt Burtons in elementary than pulling a knife on a man for his wallet in adulthood, and that immediate correction was necessary unless he wanted me to wind up in jail with the rest of the scum of Airedale.Reboot1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While my dad tried to calm the principal down, Gemini Hetherington tiptoed up to the window when her nanny was distracted. At first she signed ‘thank you’ to me through the window. She breathed on the glass and drew a heart on the foggy circle. T
The Paupers Who Saw the World It was fifty feet tall, and appeared to be made entirely out of smoke. When it spoke, it was with a voice of thunder. "You will bring me the Minotaurs of Doom," it said.The Paupers Who Saw the World3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The two humans standing before it had heard this before. The smoke-creature had made the same demand earlier. "I already told you," shouted one of the humans. "One of the Minotaurs disappeared twenty-five years ago. The other one alone won't do you any good!"
"You two are time-travellers. Yes, I know these things. You will fetch both Minotaurs and bring them to me."
"What happens if we don't?"
"I have extended my... I do not know the word in English."
"Arms?" asked one of the humans.
"Tentacles?" suggested the other.
"No!" shouted the smoke-creature, lightning flashing angrily within it.
"Lightning! I have extended my lightning a
I am standingIt's been months since I wanted to break out of my body. Okay, that's a lie. But it's been days. Days since I've felt static scorch underneath my skin, felt colours cutting into my eyes, had to explain that these aren't metaphors. There are so many ways you can get used to living. I wonder if anyone else feels empty when they don't have creatures clawing up through their throat.I am standing1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't know what art is, or what okay is. I like to believe I know it when I feel it, but I'm not so sure I would. I think people expect me to be a lot more insightful than I am right now. I don't think they take into account that boredom is stressful, and stress can shatter you like roots in concrete. Maybe I'm growing. But I don't even know if I'm bored. I feel like a lot of different people, or a lot of aspects of different people, all trying to learn how to stand one another.
It's been days since I wanted to break out of my body. I'm watching the sunrise from the wrong side, but I did sleep. I'm not curlin
I Miss You So MuchRemember how when we were little we would play in the park from morning till nightfall? How we used to pretend to be pirates, princesses or adventurers? I miss the smiles we shared and the happiness of the moment. I look around my room and question myself where did the memories go? Are they still there or were they destroyed when you left that terrible night?I Miss You So Much1 year ago in Letters More Like This
I miss your head against my shoulder and your smile. Also, the way your eyes watched the fish in the small pond across the street. God, your little sibling misses you. They lay in your bed for hours and hours on end and ask me where you've gone. I'm still too shaken up to respond. They ask themselves why they didn't take the time to just listen to you or kiss you on the cheek more.
Your classmates miss you, also. They can't bear looking at your old seat. They can feel the emptiness in the room and I think it's eating them alive. They asked themselves why they didn't take you more seriously or stand up for you. Your parents are a m
'Son of Anubis' Intro'Son of Anubis' Intro10 years ago in Historical More Like This
Chapter One: A Glimpse of Things to Come
Seti woke with a start. He had heard a female screaming, and jumped up to find her. He lied back down when he realized the screaming had come from his nightmare. The voice was familiar, but he never saw the young girls face. All he could see was the Egyptian sun beating down on the sand as a girl fell to her knees and began screaming. It bothered him some nights, to see this poor girl in pain, and he knew nothing of what to do. Seti wished he could see her face.
He rolled over onto his back and looked above him at the ceiling. His accommodations now were much better than a year ago when he was twelve. Now he was thirteen, and the Royal temple painter. He had lived in the Palace since he was five years old. The Pharaoh had taken him away from his mother and father as punishment for a crime they had committed. Could his mother be the woman in his dream screaming? It would make sense; Seti couldn't remember what she looked like. Howev
StopStop.Stop11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I said stop.
That’s you. Yes, you, the reader. I want you to stop. I want you to stop moving. I want you to stop breathing. See how long you can hold your breath.
Are you doing it? Are you holding your breath?
Can you feel the nagging feeling, calling on you to open your mouth and inhale? Can you resist it?
Do you see how unnatural it is?
Breathing is what keeps you inside this world. It is something your body does without thought, without command. You have to force yourself to stop doing it, and it gets more and more difficult to do so. Your entire body screams at you to open your mouth an inhale. Your mind reminds you again and again, pulling you like gravity down again and again until you can’t think of anything else except taking that breath. Your own body and mind want you to suck in the air that keeps you where your mind and body want you to be. Where they think you should be. Can you resist them? What if they’re wrong?
That is what it feels like.
Torchwood Foot StoryTorchwood Fan Story-Watch Where You Step.Torchwood Foot Story6 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
Charred remains of a modern society The little girl was dancing on the street, among the entrails of a once bustling suburb now strewn chaotically across the scorching asphalt. Her blithesome essence shone through her skin, in the whimsical way she twirled and threw her arms in the air, brushing her wayward curls aside. She crafted a dust storm and trapped the sunlight in her eyes, oblivious to the rubble sinking into her toes and the loaded gun in her brothers hand.Charred remains of a modern society 1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She fell, asphyxiated by her own storm as the bullet carved its way into her flesh. And as the last gleam of light left her eyes, poppies blossomed from the cracked pavement, their crowns swaying in the chemical laden wind the way the girl never would again.
FreshmanTeachers prepare you for this for yearsFreshman4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But only the school aspect
Which, incidentally, doesn't change
Nobody prepares you for what goes on outside of school
Sure, you've heard stories
But you think being a good kid makes you exempt
You don't even notice yourself changing at first
Until one day you look around
And realize you're in McDonald's when your parents think you're at rehearsal
Surrounded by a bunch of practically high teenagers you barely know
Or one of your friends is offering you a cigarette
Or you're coughing up blood on your bedroom floor
Or you're alone in a car with a teenage boy
And suddenly the car crashes
Your parents are the ones to find you, of course
You somehow got less sneaky as you got older
Your parents catch everything you do
They caught you drinking
And the bruises only make them more suspicious
You'll fall in love with someone with a girlfriend
And trust me, that won't end well
Your best friend will lose her virginity
The Princess Diaries - Tickle PunishmentThe Princess Diaries - Tickle Punishment2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a typical day behind closed doors. Peach and Daisy were both at each other’s throats again. Though the sisters loved each other very much, they argued like a pair of kids.
"You've been snooping around my stuff again, haven't you Daisy?!" Peach snarled.
"How would you know?! You're being kidnapped every other day!" Daisy replied aggressively.
*Gasp* Peach was taken aback by this comment. "You think I mean for that to happen?!"
"We'll if you don't, you've fooled me!"
Both princesses were quick off the mark to throw the blame at each other. The reason for their arguing this time was because Peach had gotten herself kidnapped again, and while she was playing the damsel in distress, Daisy took the chance to try out some of her beauty products. It may not seem like a world splitting problem, but to the sisters it was pretty major...
"I'm sick of this! Nothing I ever buy is sacred anymore! You thief!" Peach's anger levels were growing at a dangerous pace. The fact that her sister
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 Tickle2 years 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
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.The Coffee God1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
MaaheWhen the Maaheseum wore off, Onteia knew she was close to death. Her hair had gone white, her eyes were sunken and glassy, her flesh had receded. Those in her pod were the same: decrepit old men and women, none of them older than twenty-five. Outside, the blueshift had pushed every black hole, every brown dwarf, every burst of cosmic radiation from every pulsar in the Galactic Center into visibility. In hyperspace, even someone who never saw the shining beauty brought out by Maaheseum could see what lay beyond the cursory glance that was their lifelong perspective.Maahe1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pod was nearing its final destination--the spectacular, unmatched glory of a collapsing star. This was what all Travelers longed to see before their inevitable early death from the drug. Onteia reached into the small container at the center of their pod, where there were enough green-tinted black shards to last a hundred Travelers a decade. She took a piece just over an inch long, and set it on her decaying molars, and b
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.A Bloody, Stupid Miracle1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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 Feet3 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
Tickle and a HalfTickle and a HalfTickle and a Half3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is a work of fiction. It contains an account of minors being restrained and tickled. All names are fictional. This story contains no pornographic or erotic content. Any similarity between the characters and any person or existing character is coincidental and unintentional. Dorain©
Jonathan was so, screamingly bored! Idly, the nine-year-old wandered over to where his mom stood, chatting. The adults at this family reunion seemed to be having fun, but there were so few kids here his age. His older cousins were all out on the patio, talking to each other and laughing about teenage stuff. Young Jon tried to go hang out with them, but they just politely, but insistently suggested that he would get bored with them.
"Mom!" he asked, tapping her arm to get her attention. "When are we going?"
His mom looked down at him, her expression a bit cross at his interruption. "Not for a while yet,
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchinfive.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
TG Max Aubrey vs. Change 2Chapter 2 - ExpectationsTG Max Aubrey vs. Change 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After grabbing my toothbrush, I opened the door and peered out at Jen standing in front of the door with her hands pressed to her hips. She pointed her chin at me and said only, "Finally "
She stalked by with an arm full things mostly taken from me and slammed the door closed behind her. Since dropping out, she hadn't been as active. I sure wouldn't say anything about it in her presence but my sister had gone flabby. Not to the point where I might make jokes about Sea World calling for her but still I could see why my mom was worried. (I even listened one night as mom tore through her fears of Jen as a single mom, bloated and dependant).
I brushed and groomed in the basement sink.
When I was nearly done with prep, I slipped down my robe to check my chest. Things looked about the same, which wasn't good but I didn't expect the irritation to go away so quickly. I tried a little Vasoline on it to help.
Back in my room, I went through my mental list. I
Tickle Torture Tournament Season 1 Part 3A short note before it starts:Tickle Torture Tournament Season 1 Part 32 years 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.
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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