Too Much?Too much?Too Much?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I’ve waited so long for this….” Terry thought to herself, staring at the beaker of purple serum sitting on the table in front of her, bubbling merrily. It was still sealed. Beside it lay the cardboard box it had come in, shredded by the blue vixen in her haste to finally lay her hands on the serum. Terry had long had a desire to become better, to become more desirable, and after a long search she’d found a doctor that would help her to achieve her goal. She was able to get in touch with a female doctor that headed up a clinic for nonsurgical enhancement, Dr. Samantha White. Terry immediately heard back from the doctor. Shortly after that Dr. White said she was sending a dose of a new serum that would boost the size of her assets, particularly her chest. Terry had waited a week for the serum to arrive and at last it was here. Taking a moment to examine her body, she ran her hands sensually around her curves, as if she were saying goodbye. She al
one.i wish you knew how muchone.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a killer you made me into -
but you'll never know,
- because you're already dead.
Malkavian Roleplaying GuideMalkavians are by far, the most difficult Clan to roleplay. It's not easy to pull off a convincing Malk, avoiding clichés and ridiculousness. Yet, there are a few simple and easy guidelines I'd like to share with you to help you create or improve your character.Malkavian Roleplaying Guide3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The tips aren't arranged in any particular order. And they are by no means stiff rules. Instead, they should be treated as advice from the cranky old aunt who has been roleplaying with varying intensity for about a decade.
Shall we get started? We shall.
Malkavians are diverse. What makes this Clan so wonderful, is that virtually anyone can be a Malkavian. Their Embraces may seem random yet Sires, willingly or not, contribute to the Clan's hive mind consciousness when introducing a new Fledgling.
Don't think insanity automatically frees you from any responsibility!
Your character's actions must have their consequences. Being insane is NOT a "Get Out of Jail" card. Yes, your Malk can't help him/herself, but you must
A new diamond is born.A new diamond is born.A new diamond is born.7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was mid summer when you had somehow stumbled on a old library hidden in a basement under an abandoned gift shop in town. Surprisingly enough the library was still open for busyness but with very few regulars there. And old wise woman had noticed you looking around there for the first time and she was so happy to see young blood coming to visit her precious library. She had urged you into coming with her into the back room as she had a very special book for someone as young and new to magic such as you. With a smile and a gentle giggle she handed you a large dark blue book with a padlock on the side and a key. She carefully explained that she hoped you would read through the book at least once and pick out a spell you would very much like to try out, but the second you would cast a spell the book would be returned to the library by magic so you would have to make sure to pick the right spell. She took hold of your hand and placed the book in it and smiled as su
Hallucinations From YesteryearsI cut myself apart when I flashback to our last kiss;Hallucinations From Yesteryears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you played me like a drum, lovelessly rough,
as if you were trying to tear something you built.
you shattered me like glass
meanwhile I took you apart like legos;
i wanted your wounds to heal with regret
but i'm still here in this corner,
until - - - -
Proud to be white.I am proud to be white.Proud to be white.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There I said it.
Why shouldn't I be?
My heritage has nothing to do with myself.
My ancestors have committed no crimes.
They have kept no slaves.
So I am proud to be white.
My family has served in every American war.
From the revolution to Vietnam.
We fought with the North in the civil war.
We cried when Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Died.
My heritage is a part of who I am.
People say that everyone is equal nowadays,
But that's not true
We have the special offers based on race.
Even in the school I grew up in
There was the African-American club,
The Indian club,
The Latino club.
We cant preach equality
Unless we teach people to take pride
In who they are.
I was never taught this
I was taught I had it easier
Because I was white
I was taught
To be humble
Because of what other white people had done
I was taught
To treat others better than I treated myself
Because if I didn't
I was being racist.
I believe without a doubt
That our society doesn't have equality.
The Rebirth Of My InnocenceHow dare I -The Rebirth Of My Innocence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
want to confess
But I'll whisper them after you close your eyes
I can cry myself to sleep.
And as broken as you are-
i still want you to find my heart
even though you've stole it
I fell in love with a pathological liar,
but with you -
i want you to catch me
because everything that falls
eventually breaks apart.
The Caterpillar's CocoonThe Caterpillar's Cocoon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story was inspired by a fantastic picture by Leila Stoat, which can be seen here: The Curious Case of the Neon Caterpillar.
This is my first story in seven years, so let me know what you think - enjoy!
Deep within the woods, miles from any permanent civilization, a place known only to campers, fisherman, hikers, and bears - lived a tiny little caterpillar. Unlike most yellow and black varieties that inhabited the area, this tiny little fellow shone bright with highlight of pink and green, and remained well hidden and invisible to the people that enjoyed the ambiance of his woodland home.
The tiny caterpillar enjoyed his solitude and privacy, but was fascinated by the strange gatherings that would sometimes take place near his home. Strange, wonderful creatures, tall, colourful things walking on two legs, carrying glowing sticks with two arms, would sometimes conve
.as if murdering a suicidal.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
girl would make you a killer,
if anything - - -
- - -
you're my hero.
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
Theodore: Prologue(The amazing HinaYui (http://hinayui.deviantart.com/) has provided pictures for this story. Look for them in future chapters!)Theodore: Prologue3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His parents called him Theodore. In Greek, it means 'God's Gift' but he was anything but. Most called him Theo. He wanted his friends to call him T-Dog... But he didn't really have any. From the time he started school, his teachers used to say he didn't play well with others. He would push people around and intimidate them, a classic bully. He'd steal and he'd lie. You would be excused for looking at him and not thinking he was all that scary. He was fair skinned and blue eyed, with long, shaggy, blond hair that he refused to get cut because that's what rebels did. Combine the long hair with his slender frame and small stature (He was the smallest boy in his class and only one of the girls was smaller) and you might think he was a delicate young girl. But if anything, his lack of size only
I won't grow up.The thought of getting older (from a child's - well, my - point of view):I won't grow up.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When I was young I always imagined that when I reached the wonderful self-fulfilling age of eighteen, I would become an adult.
And yes, when I do reach that age, I will be an adult.
But I won't feel like one.
I have realized that the day I've always been waiting for will never come. The day when I can be as arrogant and obnoxious as I want and still get away with it. The day when I'll be sure about everything and will have complete control over my life and there will be no more insecurities and I will be the bravest person on the planet. The day when I'll wake up and say, 'Whoo-hoo! I'm a grown-up!'
Sometimes I feel like I am still five years old. Sure, I may be smarter and taller and uglier (*cough* somewhat partial sarcasm *cough*) than when I was five, but I don't feel that way.
Maybe it's because the changes happen so slowly that you don't notice them. It's not like one night your four-year-old self fa
Her burnt Salvationpry open the wall of my pastHer burnt Salvation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe you'll see what no one
else wanted too,
But she's cemented to this corner,
where a hundred knocks per hour
finally becomes those empty
whimpers repeating thank you
Please Catch My Bluff Before You DieBreak my heart once,Please Catch My Bluff Before You Die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shame on me for knowing you were always trouble
Snap in half twice,
I will murder you in the blink of an eye
Because my fantasies tend to come alive through my
You'll wish you had never heard
me breathe a laugh.
But will you realize that this is all a lie,
I can't stop dreaming of how much I want you dead
So I can stop thinking about how much I want you.
In Her Toxic Vocal Cordsit's as if i'm hearing my voiceIn Her Toxic Vocal Cords1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the past before hell pulled
the trigger at my heart.
she has me hexed with a 720-P
rifle already aimed at his head;
she smells a dismantler of organs -
& as my lungs breathe out ice against
his lips -
i pray i have the strength to murder
but i won't because i must love
my emotions to waltz like tornadoes.
"please don't slash my heart, or
i'll just have to cremate yours
Meg and Zoey: A Diapered Date(Warning: This post contains abdl themes. If that is not your thing, you don't need to read it. If you don't know what it means, I suggest looking it up)Meg and Zoey: A Diapered Date5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rays of the morning sun poured in through the window and into the eyes of the two girls. One, a thin brown haired girl named Zoey, had once been called a boy. However, few could make that mistake now with her effeminate features and hourglass shape. The other, Meg, was biologically a girl but almost wouldn’t seem that way next to Zoey. Her strait black hair complimented her darker complexion and emphasized her height. Anyone looking at the two could tell she wore the pants in the relationship.
Zoey winced slightly at the sun and turned her head. Why hadn’t they closed the blinds? And why did her head hurt so much?
Slowly the memories came back. A night of drinking… an embarrassingly handsy night at the club… where perhaps they were a little too vocal about their interests in a too public place…
Making a wildcardHazel thrashed her controller violently, her kart span to one side in a frenzy, there was a giggle from her friend sat beside her as Maria sailed past and took first place, snatching it from right under Hazels nose.Making a wildcard6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hah! exclaimed the blonde pigtailed girl, I told you Ive been practicing! she gloated as Hazel sulked.
Fine Hazel sighed, opening her closet she pulled out a large golden painted cardboard crown, placing it gently but firmly on Marias head.
Maria pulled her bobbles out, letting her long flowing golden locks tumble down her back, rubbing her backside as the champion of Mario kart crown was given to her.
You just got lucky there, I was winning half the race Hazel groaned.
Maria, without any warning pounced her friend, pinning her down on the bed as her long strands of hair fell down over her too, she kissed her cheek, smiling oh cmon hazel, just let me win once, please?
Hazel giggles as
KATRINALIVES A MILEKATRINA9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the sea.
she is sallow as a beach.
she smells like rain,
or a wet earth,
with pale hair clipped
behind her head
she feels as though her hair
would be black. but it is
it is colorless
GIVES MY STOMACH
she doesn't speak.
she is silence.
i speak at her, mostly
and her eyes
look as though
they've been plucked
from a lynx
they are blue around the edges
the deep blue you find
at the edge of the sea,
if you've been out that far.
at the center they are green
light like a riptide.
they tug you in.
unmoving, and calculating
i said to some
gave me head.
her hands are too far dug
into the coast of spain
for her to reach me,
far too eager
for my composure.
she'd suck me dry
like her mothers did
the caspian sea,
like the fields of sahara
once lush with green.
she is a barefoot girl.
she moans like the shorefront
in the dead of night.
i've made love to
An Escape from a Romantic TragedyI can only think of you -An Escape from a Romantic Tragedy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when there's a thunder storm,
because like you, the rain makes
me want to scream until I'm ready
to forgive and forget.
But as the thunder steals my eyes -
Silence is kissing me under electric skies,
whispering against my listening lips that
I'll die if I let you return.
I'll kill myself with sarcastic
smiles along with my famous
misleading chuckles that makes
you think I'm really sane.
If only I didn't know you
were a vampire -
who fed off my misery
Too bad - -
my misery didn't want your company
to help finish what you wanted.
Karma Witch - Episode 1 - Big Bro's WoesLinda Hanako was a typical high school girl, if only a bit smarter than the average. A lot of the people on her class would say that is because of her Asian descent, but that was a bit of a stupid notion, not far from saying she was smarter because she wore glasses. In fact, her smarts were a combination of several things. Parental pressure was one -- her parents actually did conform to the usual Asian stereotype in rigidness and expectations. Being smart leading to other cooler people shunning her and thus focusing on what she did best was another. But the issue that bothered her at the time was living in the shadow of her brother. Privileged by being the eldest and also a son, he also set the bar against her by having the best grades and the most awards. He was an ideal she could not achieve, but couldn't bear to give up trying either.Karma Witch - Episode 1 - Big Bro's Woes1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But now, everything was about to change!
That afternoon, while minding her business -- AKA avoiding the halls because she accidentally dropped a bowl
Insanity Has Firewalls TooI want to set fire toInsanity Has Firewalls Too1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the voices that
dance their way into
This Nightmare Screams Lunacysacrificing your sanity could onlyThis Nightmare Screams Lunacy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
so breathe in the madness
before it starts to make sense,
because normalcy can't make romance
feel the way insanity can.