Professor Gets TickledProfessor Gets Tickled4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Professor gets tickled
'Don't forget your essays due next week. Class dismissed.' Professor Paige called to her students as they began to eagerly stuff their books back into their bags. Paige tutored at the Brine-head College for girls and knew that all of her students saw her as a complete hard ass. However, the professor was barely thirty herself and took this title indignantly because of how she had tried to bond with her class. She was strict but at a school where it cost thousands a year for the girls to attend, strictness was the only way to get the girls through their exams.
Paige watched as the all too familiar trio of thorns in her side huddled together near her desk whispering and pointing at her. Jessica Morris, Janine Warren and Sarah Parker were by far her worst students and Paige hated them almost as much as they hated her.
'Move along girls.' Paige said sternly.
Suddenly, the girls strode towards her desk with rolls of duct tape spinning on their manicured fingers.
Scarlett Johansson TGScarlett Johansson TG3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mitch entered the waiting room, ready and hopeful for a part in this mysterious movie. The day prior he was walking home from his small time job as a desk jockey over at Seirots GT Industries. He usually walks by the acting part of town, just hoping that maybe an audition will pop up that he could get into. He loved acting, he was in every high school play he could be in, but sadly, it led to nothing.
This day though, was different. Mitch saw a sheet of paper that looked like it was hurriedly stapled onto the audition board. He took a closer look and the paper read, "BIG ROLE IN UPCOMING AVENGERS MOVIE, POSITION JUST OPENED!" So Mitch took the slip at the bottom and decided that he could do this, he liked the comic book series and thought that if there was ever a time for him to get some easy money, now was it.
Mitch was still, nervously sitting in the waiting room, looking around curiously to see if he was in the wrong place. There was no one else in there, just him in a blank room wi
pretty boys break hearts.sometimes I think Im just a mess of badly drawn lines. Im just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice.pretty boys break hearts.6 years ago in Teen More Like This
my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I cant see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.
why do you love me?
you make me happy.
I never could figure out just how. was it my illegible love notes, or the tiny hearts I drew into his bare back with my fingertips? was it the filth on my knees or the way I named every bowing flower in my garden? maybe it was the way I sewed the stars to the navy sky and told him in a little, little voice-that I loved him.
either way he made my heart skip beats and bumps and bangs and he made me feel beautiful, a little
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Deux-pieceDeux-piece3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i gave my heart to a crocodile
he used it as a toothpick
i took it back
gave it to Charlie Chaplin
he kept playing the dictator
i took it back
gave it to Houdini
he'd make it disappear every morn
i took it back
gave it to the Beatles
they threw it to their lunatic fans
i took it back
gave it to my chest
it was dark and bloody in there
i took it back
gave it to You,
to stuff it next to yours -
i heard from your veins
there's room enough for Two
in your rib cage.
The Death of Shaak Ti-collab 2The Death of Shaak Ti-collab 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Theo and Amy were walking down the desertly path which lead to the aboandoned Sith Academy here on Korriban, which is where they believe the Jedi Master Shaak Ti was stationed at, he narrowed his eyes as the wind was picking up as was the sand blowing in the air, which just irriated his orange eyes he let out a low frustrated groan out and then looked over at Amy.
"Do you know what kind of creature that was we faught, cause it wasn't a Terentatek, those things are bitches to take down."
Theo said to Amy gruntly as he put his robed arm to his face to shield it against the wind, as it was drying out his eyes, he then used Force Senses to see threw the sandy wind.
"No I don't and what is a Terentatek?"
Amy ask with her head tilted to the right as she looked at him with confusion.
Theo's eyes widen from being shooked that Amy has never heard of a Terentatek as the the wind was becoming a sandstorm, he reached back and grabbed her hand and pulled on her to follow him and not to lose him.
Meteor Shower Rome X ReaderMeteor Shower Rome X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tonight was the night of the yearly meteor shower. It happened every year on the same day, around the same time. That being said you couldn't remember the last time you'd actually watched one. You used to watch it faithfully, but somehow, you'd just let the tradition slip. This year's would have passed by without a second thought just like all the others, had Rome not asked you to watch it with him. The two of you sat snuggled up on the cold rooftop of your home waiting for the first meteors to light up the night sky.
"We should have brought more blankets huh? Maybe some hot coco too. It's cold out here." Rome brought you closer to him, sharing his body heat with you. "Those meteors are late too, they should be ashamed, making a pretty lady like you wait up here on a freezing roof." He let out a snort. "I should just go up there and bring them down for you. But of course, then you couldn't watch them fall." He grinned, giving you a tight squeeze