Excerpt 6!~ Stone walls stood guard, motionless in the light of the suns, for miles around the grand capital. From the sparse homesteads just within the barrier to the monolithic castle that towered at it's very core; the city would hustle and bustle with commerce in the markets and children laughing and playing in the alleys between the shops. It was a paradise hidden amid a great forest, it's red cedars that painted the very sky stretched on for days and days in every direction. The northern winds breezed through the boughs and left a constant rustle of sound and life just outside the capital's barricade. Even with all the motion and consistant chatter of those within the walls it seemed altogether devoid of life. At least in comparrison to the simplistic routine of every creature that meanadered through the trunks of eternal trees and ancient ruins that litter the forest floor.
One person in particular stood out among the se
My Six Word StoryMy Six Word Story7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
SallieWe were moving yet again, my husband, daughter, and I. It was such a normal prospect for us. New places, new faces, new experiences all of which we would be used to and bored by within months. That's what we thought anyway. Far unbenounced to us, our home was much more interesting then we had expected. My daughter, Emily, about 6 at the time, didn't like the feeling of the house. None of us did, to be honest, but the large, three-story house was a steal, at $500 dollars rent each month. None of us objected as soon as learned this detail. We didn't even object when we learned a doctor had operated a makeshift hospital in the house. People had died there, and that was fine with us. After all, it was only for a few months, right? Right?Sallie4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We were all looking around from the front porch. Fields touched all that the sun did. And the house... All of us simply stood there, looking skyward at the seemingly towering structure. No one spoke, and everyone could tell that inside was not quite
Lesbian Erotica 7"Bring Liina here immediately. I promise it's not about you, and nothing bad will happen to either of you. I just need to tell Liina something very important, and it needs to be said face to face." That was the phone call that woke me this morning. Her mother's impassioned tone still runs through my head over and over. Had it not been for her tone, I wouldn't bring her. But her voice spoke sincerity, and I have little choice but to believe her.Lesbian Erotica 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Liina, wake up." She rolls over, deep sleeper that she can be when contented. Just a few hours prior, she finally brought me to orgasm, and shortly after I pleasured her myself. After the morning's work out, we both turned in, content in leaving school and the world behind. But then I got the phone call. "Come on, Liina, it's important." She blinks a few times and looks at me with sleep heavy on her eyes.
"Is it time for school?" "No, sweetheart, we have to go to your parents' house. Something's going on." Her eyes open wide. "Do you
Valentines Day- Bri and Just- Part 2Justin's back arched over the mattress, he wasn't able to look behind him to see what Brian was doing. He heard lots of rustling though and could only imagine what sexual game his partner had in store. Brian leaned his head over Justin's shoulder, kiss his partners cheek, neck, ear. Justin shuddered with pleasure, he was on his knees, leaning forward, with his wrists attached to the headboard of the bed and his ass in the air. He felt Brian get off of him, he heard the plastic bottle of lube pop open as and Brian squirted a decent amount into his hand. He slid his slippery slick index finger past his lovers ring, making him squirm. Once Justin was adjusted he slowly moved his digit in and out, letting him get used to it some more. Eventually he replaced his index with his middle, being able to have further and deeper access into the blond one. Justin was just withering in pleasure, thrilled for the next thing to come. The next thing was obviously much big than any of his fingers.Valentines Day- Bri and Just- Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Valentines Day-Bri and Just- Part 1Justin awoke with a fright, his blonde hair sticking up at ends as he shot up like a lightning bolt. He had the worse night terror about everyone not being able to see him, like he was invisible, but he wasn't. They couldn't hear him and they couldn't see him. He was silenced. His sky blue eyes were blood shot, he glanced around the room. The room smelled of nicotine so Brian was already awake with his first smoke of the day. He stood up getting off the bed, running his skinny fingers through his blond hair. He slowly stumbled to the kitchen noticing Brian was in the living room, putting on his shoes and straightening up his Armani coat. Justin opened the refrigerator and took out the carton of milk. He unscrewed the cap and took a swig of it straight from the carton. "Hey, get a glass." Brian ordered.Valentines Day-Bri and Just- Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Justin turned to him. "Does it really matter? Last I checked we're the only ones who drink anything here." He mumbled putting i
A BJ XMAS Twas the night before Christmas, in the Nietherworld place.A BJ XMAS6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The whole city was awake. It was a disgrace.
Everyone stirred, even a mouse,
But our story begins at a certain Roadhouse.
A certain ghoul we know and love,
Thought that this haoliday was unheard of.
When asked what he thought, he glared like a thug.
As he said these words: "BAH! SCUM-BUG!"
But his friends were not like that.
They grinned as he hissed.
"Don't mind him." They said.
"He's always like this."
One friend was Jaque La Lene.
A french skeleton who wasn't the least bit mean.
And a tapdancing spider, Ginger said hi.
And the Monster Across the Street, who was a hairy guy.
All of this nice talk made the ghoul sick.
He had to stop this, and stop it real quick.
This holiday, they say, was better than Halloween.
What could be more fun than being mean?
What could be more fun than scaring a kid?
He could scare all day, in fact that's
My Road to PeaceHave I really been missing this?My Road to Peace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The smell of the air before it rains,
The smokey rain clouds rolling in
And the way the sun always peaks through
Or makes the clouds glow.
In this world,
There's so much to love
And, truely, so little to hate.
And the things that we hate
Are insignificant, small, and weak.
I've hated so deeply
These past few months.
My pain and rage consumed me.
All I felt was burning fire in my gut.
That fire swallowed my spirit,
My personality, my friends.
Declutter your mind,
Someone told me,
Relax and you'll notice
All the beatiful things around.
And now, as I breathe deep,
I realize how much I missed
The smell of the grass
The happiness nature gave me
The peace of a strong gust in summer.
There's so much to love
And so little to hate.
So, why did I,
As someone of strong will,
Let the things I hate
Conquer that which I love?
Betrayal, Lust, Love
Rage, Pride, Sin,
Pain, Hatred, Envy.
These emotions tore through me like rapids,
All in a few months time.
This wave of e
Lesbian Erotica 4I wake up to the strong smell of vodka, a smell that's haunted me for years. A smell that's becoming all too common again. Dammit... Mom's been... troubled lately. I never expected her to give up drinking as easily as she pretended. I knew there would be relapses. I knew it would never just go away. I never expected her to relapse as often as she does, though. She goes without for a few weeks and then she just gives in.Lesbian Erotica 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even drunk, my mom's still a great mom. She stands up for me and provides for me, but she needs to get away from the stuff completely. She's just... It's not even a personality thing, she just can't survive drinking so much for so many years. I know it's destroying her inside.
Liina stirs beside me and sits up almost immediately. "Again?" she mutters, taking a quick sniff of the air around her. Living with me, she's almost as sensitive to the sauce as I am. It doesn't help that my room is directly adjacent to the kitchen, her favorite spot to drink. "Yeah, again..." I s
SpindlesThere once was a woman whoSpindles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lived on spindle legs
With arms that had but one point.
She ate hearts.
Biting at them,
Knawing on them.
Then she spat them out
Onto the floating sand
And looked up into a mauve sky.
In Memory of Troy DavisThey took him in the darkIn Memory of Troy Davis3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To keep people from seeing.
They killed him in the night,
When they thought the world was sleeping.
But little did these people know,
The world was wide awake.
The world saw that injustice,
And that's what sealed their fate.
America, the beautiful,
Now the ugly killer.
carnationsI hope that when you look back, some many years from now, that you look back and smile on what we had. I hope you remember me with fondness in your heart and perhaps, if I am lucky, a tint of red to your cheeks. It was short, subtle and hidden. The perfect secret love that we shared . Something that no one else would have understood and certainly, something they could have embraced.carnations3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You were much too young and I, much too old. "Another time, perhaps, but not here and not now." It was quite hard, you see, to remind myself of all the things that have changed in these many years No more can I admire you from a distance, daydreaming of the flowers in your hair and the silk around your neck. No, it would have been wrong of me to act as if things were any more possible than they truly were
So here I sit. Quietly pondering what could have been if our sensibilities were more suited to our times, or perhaps, the time to our sensibilities.