Vore Legends II "Sarone, let it go!" screamed Terri as she looked on nervously, her beautifully tanned skin turning a shocking shade of white as the giant anaconda broke the black water's surface. For some unknown reason, it was hissing louder than any snake could — though perhaps science was irrelevant in the heart of the jungle, where nature was cruel and only the tough survive to see the light of the next dawn. "It'll break the line!"Vore Legends II1 month ago in Horror More Like This
"No, we can capture this snake," he replied in earnest, his throbbing biceps threatening to rip the material of his shirt as he strained the keep the erratic reptile under control. Suddenly the tail of the anaconda lassoed around his ankles and sent the crazed snake-hunter plummeting to the wooden deck of the barge. Free from the line, the anaconda vanished under the water, striking fear in to the hearts of all those present. Everyone was waiting anxiously as Sarone picked himself up, dusting wooden splinters and shavings
RussiaXReaderXLithuaniaThis one is for you ~rainbowchick214, I hope you enjoy~RussiaXReaderXLithuania3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had now been three months since Ivan moved you into his place. This wasn't really a problem, since his house is big and quite a few others live in it as well. The baltics for instance. Yeah, to be honest it was the baltics that were the problem.
Well, not Estonia or Latvia really at all. You thought them to be quite sweet. But Lithuania... He was different. Maybe it was because he was the oldest of the baltics, but there was something so strange about him. You couldn't put your finger on it.
He was always the one who served you, did chores for you and all the while when you said he didn't have to do everything for you, he replied by saying he didn't mind doing things for you. To be honest he warmed you from the inside, he was the one your heart fluttered if you saw him. You knew, you just knew you were falling for the gentle Lithuanian.
On the other hand though you had Russia and while you did still have s
Embrace of The Scales It was unusual, but she found herself developing quite a taste for humans. It amused her how they considered themselves the dominant species, yet were so easily defeated by the slightest application of pressure on their fragile bodies. She had grown to strangely enjoy binding them in her coils; watching them squirm and gasp futilely as she squeezed tighter, until at last their heads lolled back and they expired. And their arrogance was something she enjoyed crushing; they were the ones invading and destroying her home, yet she was the monster and pest; how odd. She did not love the older among them, for their shoulders were a nuisance she had been unable to overcome, but the smaller ones, hairless and devoid of muscle, were much better: she could wrap them up from head to toe, pin their arms and still have plenty of her prodigious body left over. She loved watching their eyes bulge, their faces contorted in breathless agonEmbrace of The Scales2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nudity and Sex: Deal with itHere's a suggestion:Nudity and Sex: Deal with it8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Stop treating sex and nudity as taboo or risqué and accept it as a normal and natural part of who we are as a species. Let's put away the old ideologies of shame and ignorance and progress ourselves by showing a level of maturity about these mundane and common facts. Society needs to stop acting like a adolescent (i.e. thinking with one's genitalia) regarding the subjects of nudity and sex. Clothes service a vital purpose in our lives -protection from the elements, our environment, breast shag, and the sight of obese and elderly body-types; economic growth and marketing; social statements; the discrete transport of weapons, explosives, and contraband; etc.- but the lack thereof should not be cause for alarm or disgust (in most cases). Maturity in dealing with these natural traits should be a hallmark of our sentient and cognitive existence. Reason drives us to advance beyond our current lackluster approach and reach a state where such trivial things no longer matte
The wolf and IA true StoryThe wolf and I3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was the first to see the wolf. I noticed him even before he saw us. But I think perhaps I am getting ahead of myself; let's start from the beginning.
It was April 2001, and my beautiful wife and I had driven over 700km (435 miles) to spend the night at the home of my father's sister, Jeanne-Berthe, in the town of Saint-Quentin, New Brunswick.
My employer, in a brief moment of insanity, had seen fit to allow me the choice of a Ford Mustang as my company fleet vehicle. I had been driving it for almost six months by then, enough to have learned to respect its loose, tail-happy road handling characteristics, and even to embrace them as somewhat endearing. Armed with four new Blizzak ice tires and the confidence of a recently completed advanced driving class, the snow covered rural highways were my playground.
We left Saint-Quentin early Sunday morning, heading for Halifax to visit
God of War - The ConditionGod of War - The Condition7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A muggy tropical night was at its end. The stars had already faded and darkness kept on dispersing with every moment giving way to the morning grayness. Kratos sped up his pace. He had to sneak into the barracks unnoticed before dawn and he still had a considerable distance to walk.
He was wondering if it wouldn't have been better to start running at that point when suddenly cold blinding white light exploded a few meters in front of him.
He stopped raising both arms and covering his face. The light shimmered rapidly then faded a bit, its hue turning warmer, and finally flashed with sharp blinding blaze again to shoot away lightning alike branchy rays earth and skywards.
Strong scent of ozone and sea water filled the air while a vague blurred shape solidified among the flashes and discharges. A few moments later, a human figure emerged from the light.
Kratos stared at the man with utter amazement. In front of him stood... his own self - ashenpale, with a blo
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
FAVOURITE CHARACTER X READER - QUIETLY.FAVOURITE CHARACTER X READER - QUIETLY.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stood there. Quietly.
A single lonely tear ran down your face.
It was screaming inside.
You were fighting with yourself.
A fight nobody could win.
Because you were nobody.
Or at least you tried to be.
Or you didn't try.
And no one as well.
You stood there. Quietly.
Then you had a romantic relationship with your favourite fictional character.
Maybe even sexually.
Nobody liked it and no one was thrilled.
VictimVictim3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could obliterate the indestructible
That can crush any emotional-barrier
That seems beyond cruel
That is far out of control
It's impossible almost every night / You're the one who left me traumatized
As my lungs become EVER-so numb / This damage can NEVER be undone
Then my wounded memory floods / You will always be a part of my blood
Gasping for air
Holding my head
Afflicted by despair
I will never be able to forget
Living like this
One can only pretend
There is no such thing as darkness
But I knew I could not prevent the end
A part of me
Has that one wish
There was no tragedy
Ever to begin with
Innocence is held down
By what cannot be seen
Dark images are bound
Thou will forever be a part of me
I want to be set free / From your relentless agony
I'm starting to forget what it's like / To feel a complete soul inside
Though I hope you're doing well / I can't wait to see you here in hell
tomato sauce...sometimes love ain't enough...tomato sauce...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sometimes it just lacks some stuff...
some tiny details, some bit of rough...
and a bit of tomato sauce...
who cares about all the emotions?
who cares about elixirs and potions?
and dramas causing these commotions...
to a bit of tomato sauce...
damn you, and damn those tears...
damn you, I have no fears...
I utter what my soul hears...
with a bit of tomato sauce...
toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss
rachel monica chandler and ross
johnny freakin depp and kate junkie moss
you know what? I hate tomato sauce...
.:Dwindling Hope:.She clings to this dream,.:Dwindling Hope:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but as if it were water - it slowly slips from her grip.
Every drop fallen, a missed opportunity.
Every crack between her fingers, so out of her control.
Helpless to her own undoing, she struggles to hold on.
Wondering how real it all was from the beginning.
Has she truly fooled herself?
Is it even worth still carrying on?
Letting go would simply end it all,
The struggles, the helplessness and the hurt.
But hope is the only thing stopping her.
Like a beggar on the streets, she hopes for someone to help fill the cracks,
For someone to give her the chance to overflow with opportunities once again.
For someone to believe in her.
And so with that little bit of dwindling hope,
She waits and watches as people go by.
Ritual [Ginoza x Mental!Reader]Ritual [Ginoza x Mental!Reader]3 months ago in Drama More Like This
[Please read the description before you read!]
He wakes up, slamming the alarm clock and silencing the obnoxious beeping. He trudges to the bathroom as if the few hours of sleep didn’t even matter. He takes a minute to scrutinize the lilac crescents emphasizing the swollen redness of his eyes, the lines and cracks in his tightened lips. He peels away his outer layers and steps into the shower. He washes away the nightmares of the previous night. He washes away the troubles weighing down his mind. He makes sure every contour, nook and cranny are spotless, before he finally steps into the steamed atmosphere.
Before stepping out to face her.
She awakens from her sleep. He scans her psycho pass levels. Did her dreams shake her? Did she manage to sleep all through the night? Did she get enough? All these take a toll one her. Somedays, he’s lucky, and the scanner reads a lovely sky blue, one that gives him peace. Other days, it’s the dreaded clouded green,
Conflict of InterestsThe whole universe seemed to shift, twist and bend, even constant forces like gravity and atmospheric pressure rippling in fluctuation. With a violent 'pop', and a static-like tingle across her flesh, Emephira finished manifesting, popping her ears and feeling the sensation of dry, freezing air stinging her bare skin. Despite the inhospitable climate, before doing anything else she looked herself over anxiously; no matter how she knew the manifestation process was harmless, she had not yet quite grown fully comfortable with it, and the irrational fear that she might end up with her parts in the wrong places or something was foremost in mind.Conflict of Interests3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her smooth, healthy pink skin was suitably flawless and unharmed, nothing out of place from her dainty toes to the tips of her slender fingers, aside from the profusion of cold-induced goosebumps. The immaculate white of her beautiful, feathered wings was similarly untouched. Letting out a private
Punk!America X DJ!Reader: Hot Damn XIPunk!America X DJ!Reader: Hot Damn XI3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"How many times do I need to tell you that you are not allowed to have girlfriend?!" The company president yelled at me. Thanks to that bloody website, he found it out.
"Like I said, she's not my girlfriend!"
"Not your girlfriend?! So what that news article means?! It's clear that you two are holding hands!"
"What's up with holding hands?!"
"One more, you two went to Florida right?! I heard you both stayed at your hotel?"
"We didn't do anything!"
(Back to your POV)
The other band members couldn't do anything, the company president is a stubborn man, even you're stating the truth, he won't believe you. They watched Alfred get lectured, Ivan wanted to twist the company president's head.
"Starting now, you're not allowed to see her until we finish the world tour got that?!"
"World Tour?! what the hell?! No one informed me about that!"
"Because you're in Florida, young man"
World Tour can take 2 months or so, Alfred can't able to take it
The man who can't be movedThe man who can't be movedThe man who can't be moved6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the middle of the street, there, still standing on the concrete. It is hard to ignore, yet too stupid to stare, and anything but satisfying to just watch. There, there on the concrete, there it stands. Someone must have forgotten it, without a note, just left it there. There, in the middle of the street, in the middle of the traffic.
All the people are staring, all the time. However, it has been there for a long time, the second your look falls on it the first time for the day, from that second on, your eyes are stuck to it. So attracting, so distracting you from the work you are doing. There, there it stands, only to manipulate you. You end up with an even worse focus on your work, that is all on it. That focus is put on that something, standing in the middle of the street. So every day you regret that you have ever chosen this office, with the window pointed to the main street. Those regrets won't ever be gone, not before it would be gone f
Chapter 1 .:No Tiltle Yet:.I swear there was no way that I could get any more tan.Chapter 1 .:No Tiltle Yet:.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If I was to get more tan than I was now, I would become black, no doubt.
So if I was to stay out in this screaming hot sun any longer, I was surely going to become black.
Shit, I already listened to rap. I already did rap. All I needed was gangster clothing and Id be all set.
But I would not let this shitty job make me change ethnicities.
I dragged the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping away salty sweat that was literally leaking from my pores. I hated this job. I really, really hated this job. And still, I ask myself every day why I work here, and why I wanted to work here in the first place.
It was the only place that was actually hiring, or at least the only place that would hire a sixteen-year-old like myself. But I couldve looked a little longer, at more places. I hate the outdoors. I hate flowers. I hate excessive sun and sweating and all of the other bullshit I had to be put through. Why couldnt th
Abby - The Serpent's Den 3 TGAbby - The Serpent's Den 3 TG4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Serpent's Den of Buried Secrets (cont.)
After she explained the message to him, Marcus sat up clenching the arms of his chair.
"Covaley University? You're sure?"
Abby nodded quietly and asked, "Why?" She knew the university well enough. It was where Demetrius and Marcus both worked for a time. Abby found it nice enough but the areas cut deep into the watery bedrock always seemed to unsettle her for some reason.
Marcus thrust himself out of the chair and rushed over to his phone. Abby followed. As Marcus waited for the operator, he said, "I find it very strange that not only did this happen now but at that place. You see, I was about to mention Covaley University."
Before he could continue, there was a voice on the other end. Marcus stressed that there was a danger to the university in B4. The operator connected him to security, which "took down the information". Marcus glared into the phone and soon hung it up.
Brushing his hands together, Marcus looked at Abby. "Demetr
Magpie On The GallowsMagpie On The Gallows7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by: CliveBarker
Magpie on the Gallows
High above my head,
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Is my lover dead?
When he went away to war,
To me eternal love he swore
Tell me truly, bird of gloom,
Where his bed and what his doom?
From the gallows hear the magpie screech:
From now on your lover’s out of reach.
In a bed of mud he died
Soldiers slept at either side,
He has never been faithless dear,
And never will be now, I fear.
Magpie on the Gallows
Feathered white and black,
My brother went a–hunting
Will he not come back?
He was tall and he was strong,
Face was fair and limb was long.
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Did he live or did he die?
From the gallows hear the magpie scream
Now your brother is left alone to dream.
There’s no need for you to fret
He’s still fair to look at yet,
He lay in the snow to doze,
And while he slept the poor lad froze.
Magpie on the gallows
Where the death–rope creaks,
Why is it th