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The Gift - Chapter SevenI bit my tongue and walked out into the kitchen where I heard my mom doing something, since I knew that dad wasn't home anymore. I stood there looking at her back and made myself say something before she turned around and saw me.The Gift - Chapter Seven2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So how do I look?" I asked her as I stood there waiting for one of a number things to happen. She turned around and looked at me with her mouth slightly open, as she thought of a question to ask until she had one.
"That looks nice dear. But I thought you were just going to watch a game?" she asked before I turned to walk into my room to check how I looked in the mirror again. "Are you meeting someone at the game?"
Chapter 12 - Fitting Pieces==========Chapter 12 - Fitting Pieces1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is a gay story. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Don't like, don't read.
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La Rukico Tailors was what I expected but larger. It was half a city block long and three stories high. Mr. Stroker said that it was the best in town, but I was more inclined to think that it was the only one in town. It couldn't be missed, once you were looking for it. It was a very clean modern building and it was as tall as the other buildings in the immediate area.
The name was plainly styled, but it was a very contrasting black that made it stand out against the white walls of the building. As we walked through the doors we were almost
deprivedlackofsleep, drug of daybreak,deprived9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wormitch at my skull burrowing
in the root and taking my hair strand
after strand— lackofsleep, biting eyes
and i cried for no reason; i leaked sweat
and pores and mud, filth wormitching—
lackofsleep, we met once, twice, and
i wondered beneath your weight,
grasping at worms, itching.
sunday morning (lie-in).I love making a cup of tea.sunday morning (lie-in).11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The familiarity of the cupboard's soft wooden frame underneath tired fingerprints; the slight hesitation before the vibrant boxes; the moment of darting forward with speed to caress the cardboard before I change my mind. I like the noise of the kettle as it boils. No longer a traditional hob-and-copper affair, but the hum and trembling hiss and the soft blue glow telling me that the water's uncertain surface hasn't melded with the air quite yet. The way the mug fits into my hand, the cool comfort of palm against china, tracing the designs on it with impatient fingers as steam begins to swirl into the midmorning ki
I Didn't Realize There Was a Trophy at Stake HereNow, it's nothing personal,I Didn't Realize There Was a Trophy at Stake Here1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I think that the last
several millenia have taught us that no one wants to look at
ugly things unless they were the ones to
find them first.
Now, don't get offended, but I could have sworn that I was standing in
the path of god's dying breath,
(guess I was wrong)
and I felt every last drop of creation wilt under my fingertips,
and that has made this winter all that more unbearable.
And if I'm not being entirely honest right now, I apologize,
but I never thought to sew myself up that way.
It never felt quite natural-
I prefer to keep my guts on the inside.
I know it's not fashionable right now,
CrumbsThank you for buying Fairytale Endings' self-assembly wedding cake. Completing your cake should take 25-30 minutes. Before beginning the assembly please take a few moments to make sure all the necessary pieces are contained in the box.Crumbs7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm so excited!
Me too! Here's the instruction pamphlet.
Contents:
3 cake tiers
Present and correct!
Huzzah!
2 separators
Hope that's not tempting fate!
Get on with you. You're such a wit…
1 decorative ribbon
So pretty…
1 rectangular silver cake board
Oh, God. They've given us a circular board.
It doesn't matter…
It's aesthetically unpleasing!
We can work with it. Come o
WiresHumanity's relationship with wires fascinates me.Wires1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
From birth to death, our whole lives are regulated by wires. An egg leaves the ovary and travels down the Fallopian tube, and this is the way we are made. The umbilicus connects us to our parent. Arteries and veins look very much like wires, and it is they that nourish our bodies with oxygen and blood. The most precious thing in our body, the central nervous system, is essentially a thick cord of wires running from our brain to our tailbone.
Eyes are attached to our brain by stems. Ears are hollow wires which run deep into our heads. Muscles are made of tubes of specialized cells. Intestines
A Small Story about a Village and its Moon As a Chimchar, I used to love listening to stories, so my parents created a friendly competition in which they would try to come up with the most interesting story to tell me. Since mom was so well-travelled, she would almost always win; maybe this was in part because dad was just not a very good storyteller, kya. But one time, he did win. He told me the story of his first Harvest Festival.A Small Story about a Village and its Moon8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There used to be a Harvest Moon Festival in Kretani as well! It came in October, however, so it comes earlier here in Pokette than what I'm used to. The Harvest Moon was very important to us, since after all, we made our living on farming, and a la
Chapter 1 - Story of TiromaniAt birth... I was like any other kitten. I came into the world as blind and deaf as a worm. But as my story goes on, I would easily take place as a freak of nature, and nothing else. That is... until I meant HIM. The cat that changed my life forever... the one who treated me like I was more than a freak..Chapter 1 - Story of Tiromani1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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The sun crackled and buzzed above my head, swinging to and fro on the silver string. Rows of cages, filled with cats and kittens filled the air with loud caterwails and meows upon the moment the sun had lit up, for every cat knew that it was a sign of food. And food it did bring. My sib
Power of Persuasion: Yaoi Novel ProloguePOWER OF PERSUASIONPower of Persuasion: Yaoi Novel Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue
Valaric's POV
I remember the day I first met Aechrian. It was cold; overcast, but not raining…no, that didn't happen until later. I was minding my own business, meaning I was being ignored by the whole population. It's seems worse than it is, so don't feel bad for me. I chose this path…the life of an outsider. That's really all you need to know right now. Anyway, this was the day I saw him, the day my life as an outsider...would end.
I didn't normally seek people out, but as soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew I needed to know more abou
What Doesn't Kill You...Right?What Doesn't Kill You...Right?1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
:police: Warning: Homosexual Relationship! Don't like, don't read OR get over it and enjoy; any comment complaining about it will be deleted, because I don't care for your bitching! I warned you and it's not my problem if you didn't listen!
It was bleak in that field—dark, raining, and grey—but Prince Jack couldn't care less; he didn't feel anything anymore. Not the hot crimson liquid seeping into his trousers nor the sopping raven hair plastered to his forearms, not even the angry burning tears running down his cold pale cheeks; nothing…not a damn thing, not when the love of his life was dying in his arms.
"It's my fault," h
abandonedforgotenabandoned4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
friends lost to find anew
alone in a cell to greive
no help for the depression
cast as a nobody
a strange and wierd person
an annoyance
alone
noone the same to be a friend
noone kind enough to lend a hand
noone will help the lowerman
the lowerman only wants to be accepted to be welcomed
he wants to be saved
he wants to be himself not anyone else
this is me
praised
despises the odd
shuns the new
not knowing the pain they have
strikes the kind with the lash of harrasment
know nothing of anything below
holds the keys to the forgotten's hallowed cell
never releases them but
instead tortures them
this is them
str
Birth Of LimitationBirth Of Limitation5 years ago in Historical More Like This
When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. Is one of the ways I described us in our relationship. It’s hard to say how we met. Not because it’s hard to admit, or I’m just trying to keep it secret. Only to protect him because I love him with great care, and it’s a long beginning I can never forget. So vivid it’s like it happened in the last minute of my dreams before I wake. I was sitting in my kitchens rolling chair, my feet perched on the gray worn material that was tightly rapped around the chairs structure. As I got ready for another day of school in the 7th grade I watched
what is left for us?what is left for us?what is left for us?5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
homo-sepiens or humans (us)
we are bent on self destruction
why?
why not peace or friendship?
we are always ridiculed by someone else
we wage war on people. why? because they speak a different language? why? because they seem to stand for something they believe in that we say is wrong? why?
one word can mean a million different things
why?
we make people feel so lousy that our human nature comes out and we get the felling to inflict pain on someone else or our own being.
why?
people ask for peace but to have peace is no not war but world unity.
you may think that peace is the same as world unity but no it is
sales and servitudei. subserveniencesales and servitude11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I adore the whip's kiss
naturally.
I was born for the purpose
of bowing
to every given whim.
My smile is a monument
to my self-denial
and I present it evermore
to you.
ii. undercurrency
These bridges
are folded paper.
Regal,
tender,
and prone to waver.
Collected with clawing hands
and haste obscene.
A seeping socket
with faces agreed.
By immersion
we become immune
and worse,
intoxicated by the fumes.
iii. assassistance
I am a safe place.
We are more familiar
than handshakes
and blood money.
Our history
is deeper
than you fathom,
a bottomless void
constructed by the pluck
of looming tongues.
Grief: 300 Theme Challenge # 3GRIEFGrief: 300 Theme Challenge # 31 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lasting pain dealt by loss
never really stops
or fades
We think about how
things could be different
if we could reverse
the wheels of fate
But in our hearts
we know
this is a feat even we
can't achieve
In the moments of silence
their voice is heard
but even this
can't bring relief
It brings back memories
the pain deepens
a desperate wish
to end this grief
Nightmare - 9Nightmare - 910 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tonight the World Dies
The night was dark; darker than anyone in the land had experienced before. The absence of light dominated everything. Brightly lit rooms seemed dimmer, early sleepers' sweet dreams became horrifying nightmares, and shadows seemed to become almost palpable. A grim silence swept over the land, dread filling the minds of those still awake.
Something was wrong.
Bartholomew bolted awake from a terrible dream. He flinched at the dark of his bedroom, feeling like it was grabbing at him with harsh hands. His wife, Meredith, was still, staring at him with wide eyes. The dream hadn't woken him up.
"Should we check on him?"
H
Dream or Vision?Dream or Vision?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A bit lost, I looked around the small clearing I had found, some time back, along the river. It had become my own private training area. But what was I doing here? I had finished my training and had gone home already. I looked up; the clouds were dark and threatened to pour down water at any second. "This dream sucks if all it is, is me training more in the rain.." I jumped as I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I looked back and probably should have been even more frightened at the sight of the masked boy standing by me…but instead I quickly calmed down. I was, for some reason, more relaxed at seeing him. "Umm.. Hello." He stepped forwar
Germanium's BioEDIT: This is old, but I'm still trying to improve it :IGermanium's Bio8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Originally was named Luni, but when she escaped the scientists' facility she didn't want the guards to find her so she changed her name to Germanium.
Nickname: None
Age: 23 years old
Weight: around 145 pounds(she's kinda muscular, not to the point of being a bodybuilder, but like, just, :U mini muscles)
Height: 5 feet and 7 inches tall
Weapons: Germanium usually uses one or two black guns, but if she doesn't have any weapons she'll use her fists.
Occupation: Former irken scientist, now unemployed :U
Fears: The irken empire, and Acousticophobia(fear of loud noises).
Likes
RandomnessI'm making a poem (I'm sad to say)Randomness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I'm bored right now... today
It isn't a poem of fiction or science
blood, gore, and rainbows
or human compliance
I listen to Portal (The Courtesy Call)
It's better than TEST, which is not bad at all
"This isn't a poem!" said no-one to me
"You can't even rhyme or put sugar in tea!"
"What is this??" he cried, his face was all red
"You made my words different, that's not what I said!"
He wriggled and writhed to get free of the pages
but he could do nothing when out came THE MAGES!
"Oh no!" cried the audience, pleading for mercy
"We can't take this madness much longer, so hurry!"
It's abo
Ripped WingsRipped WingsRipped Wings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain flowing through my veins
As he ripped my wings from my back
Blood pouring down my smooth back
My vision blurs…I see nothing
“Why?” I whisper to him
“Because I love you”
he said these words, but didn’t mean them.
He tore a part of me away
For his own play
My pain
Is his laughter
My screams
Are not in vein
“Why was it my beautiful wings?”
“So you can no longer fly, but stay with me.”
All I could do was cry
He wiped my tears and he held me
Close so I could hear, his silent
Heart beat
He tickles me to make me laugh and
Shows me my wings are not gone, bu
Just For YouI'll be there,Just For You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To watch you fly,
To catch you when you fall,
I'll be there for you
When nothings going right,
And everything's falling apart.
Your favorite day turned into night,
I'll make it better for you
When that perfect someone breaks your heart,
Guess their not that perfect, are they?
But it's okay baby,
Because I'm here for you
And whenever you leave
To go out there, looking for yourself,
Here j ust isn't where your supposed to be,
I'll be right there by y o ur side
Even though I'm so far away,
Please know I'll always r eturn,
To you.
I'll always be there for you
An d
Sta.sh
