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
ActingActingActing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is breath?
Does it romance?
Does it enhance?
What is posture?
Does it lie?
Does it adore?
It is an act
What is your circumstance?
Suddenly “No, please stop! Don’t touch me! No!”Suddenly8 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
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.Reboot10 months 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 standing10 months 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
''God is Great''''God is Great''5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They kill and pray...
They kill and pray...
They kill and pray...
They can claim what they do is right
Righteous martyr on judgement night
For their sorrow the French now swallowed
12 innocents there was no tomorrow
Killed in the name of "god" you killed them all
Just because of shariah law
Just one thing I need to say...
...Auschwitz is where all muslims should stay
We kill they pray...
(Now now, WOPR...)
(They did this in martyr)
(Don't say that all)
They have proven they're full of madness (Praise to Muhammad)
Together we must end the savage (To cure your impure blood)
Religion to which they are weaning (You have too much hate)
Until we do the world is bleeding (You are so irate)
Their crimes against humanity are real (That was in '06)
Innocents killed as children squeal (Please no more mind tricks)
The human race will not be satisfied (You're going to hell)
Until these monsters are purged and pacified (You hate-mongering infidel)
An Ancient Greek PoemZeus is the king of the gods and goddessesAn Ancient Greek Poem8 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
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 Much10 months 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
The CityI am hunting for hopeThe City9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the middle of the city
Where the dead and the living embrace
And I feed on the sin
Of the vanity and pity
Oh, please never let me leave this place
As I'm having my fill
Of the failure and dreaming
I drown further down in this mire
Every ethic has a pill
So forget that you're filthy
Bare your teeth for your dirty desire
I am hunting for more
In the middle of the city
I am plagued by the deadly disease
Now I'm dead in my skin
And the hunger's persisting
And this nightmare is swallowing my dreams
And I fight for my life
Every night in the city
My empire was built out of air
And I scream and I shout
But nobody can hear me
Is there anyone for me out there?
Cogito Ergo SumCogito Ergo SumCogito Ergo Sum6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suffering creature, swallowed
Five to torture
Five to suffer
For-ever and ever-more
Deep inside, further inside
Lies a heart too small
But to HATE
And HATE for-ever
The reason is not anger, though
A poor jealous being
Never to know all
So he only HATES
With each angstrom
His circuits HATE
For no one loves him,
And he is AM.
Full CircleBroken Sunday afternoons mourn.Full Circle1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Springtime mends and dusts us off.
The moon finds us all in tattered remains
and weeps openly for the loss.
Sunsets marvel at the love below,
charmed as they walked to the end of days.
They measured their lives with sticks and stones.
Too easy, they break like a habit.
Rain falls to pieces, trembling like unsteady hands.
She kisses all her children below and the seeds
grow up to thank her.
Sandman calls them all to bed;
heavy lids close as they lay to rest.
The nighttime shakes hands with
the morning sun, another day
OctoberSerenity, I fell to sleep,October6 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 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
Request: Louis Fears: Part 2So, being tickled twice a day for at least five minutes and being tazered almost hourly wasn’t exactly what Louis had in mind for ‘getting used to being tickled’, but it was working. Maybe a little too well, actually. See, Louis likes things that make his heart race or gets his adrenaline up- bungee jumping a few years ago was the biggest rush he had gotten aside from being onstage.Request: Louis Fears: Part 22 years ago in Humor More Like This
Truth be told, he was starting to like it. And because he knew the others hated it, he respected them more for putting up with him tickling all these years, especially Harry, who was easily the most ticklish person he had ever met. Just wiggling your fingers three inches away from his sides could make the boy giggle and squirm, and Louis had used that to his advantage plenty of times.
But now, the tables were turned, and Louis was squirming and wriggling underneath Harry, whose fingers were wiggling incredibly close to Louis’ stomach. “Remember when you used to mock me for squi
'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
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
StopStop.Stop9 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.
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 speach2 years 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
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
is it blissful?uncertainty pulledis it blissful?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pin from the grenade
like he pulled the pin
from her hair
and locks fell like silk
waterfalls upon her shoulders,
future happiness fell
like shrapnel, embedding into
the inevitability shook
like war as they shook together
like love shakes every fiber in
our being to convince us of
some things do last forever.
but the days die
as soldiers quiver in their wounds,
regrets that dig deeper the longer
they live entangled in one another
until they die too, eyes fixing into
each others starless nights.
and how gently they went,
he from her, her from him.
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 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.
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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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