Sophie's IntrusionI came home last night to my ex-girlfriend Sophie laying out on the old leather recliner in the apartment, bottle of whiskey in one hand and a family-sized bag of Doritos in the other, both almost empty.Sophie's Intrusion6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She shifted her weight the second I opened the door, grunting at the effort, "Mmph! There you fuckin' are!" She licked the yellow dust from her fingers, plunging her hand in for the last remaining chips, "Hope you don' mind, I mmph... I helped myself to a couple snacks out your kitchen!"
For a second, I stared, unable to think straight, or say anything. Sophie was as beautiful as ever, with her dark, caramel skin, and thick, luxurious black hair, falling down around her round, chubby face. Her stomach was bloated, bigger than I'd ever seen it, a meaty curtain of flab pouring out over thick, gelatinous thighs.
She was dressed to emphasize her gain, her low-cut shirt stopping short an inch above her bellybutton, streaks of Doritos dust on the exposed expanse of her potbelly
Yoko's Ticklish TummyYoko's Ticklish Tummy5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
YOKO'S TICKLISH TUMMY
This is a request. The character is Yoko Littner/Rittona from the series Anime Gurren Lagan. I'm not really familiar with this series, and only once twenty seconds of a fan made video for it on you tube so Yoko might not be totally in character. I did read up on her in wikipedia, and what I saw on the video, I think fits how I'll be writing her, but if nothing is canonical I truly apologize.
Yoko muttered and rolled on the bed, her muscles sore. Slowly she managed to open her eyes, but shut them just as quickly as she opened them as light oozed in from everywhere. The red headed woman swore and shook her head. What had happened? She'd been on the hunt of a gunman, when something struck her from behind.
She cursed. Her head hurt. But the air around her was remarkably cold. What was she laying on, a slab of some kind? Marble? Yoko did not li
Nina's Night OutI started doubting my relationship with Sam after about eight months and seventy pounds, when he suggested, for the tenth day in a row, that we order pizza and stay in for the night.Nina's Night Out5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't argue, plans like that always get Sam feeling frisky, and that boy's got exactly one thing going for him, but I didn't sleep well that night.
Sam passed out early, leaving me, awake and uncomfortable, with a bulging, aching belly and a rapidly-emptying bottle of Tums in the cupboard across the room. I grunted, fighting against my growing gut to sit up, waddling over, trying not to jostle my overfull belly while I got the bottle from the cabinet, and that's when I had an idea.
On my way back to bed, I grabbed Sam's phone from the dresser, and my own, looking through his contacts list and moving a number from his to mine, falling back into bed a second later, resting, sleeping.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I still felt full the next morning, but I didn't complain when Sam brought me a huge plate of pancakes an
Werewolf In the NightI stood there, waiting. Waiting for it to happen. Wind tossed my hair around and brushed against me as the shine of the moon lit up the night. The trees rustled and smaller animals crawled around for now.Werewolf In the Night3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It suddenly hit me. A great pain pulled my body straight onto the ground and I started screaming. I stared at my hand as long, piercing, nails extended out of them. My pain curled them into fists as I quickly looked away.
My chest started to push out my body was changing my structure. I curled up as my ribs seared in flames or at least that's how it felt. My ribs shattered open as my organs re-arranged themselves.
My insides were burning as my stomach grew to fit whatever prey was unlucky enough to dwell upon me.
I got up onto all fours and started panting. Even though the transformation just started, it felt like it's been on for all eternity. Suddenly, my spine snapped my upwards and started twisting. My back moved with it as it morphed into a newer, freer, posi
DementiaDementiaDementia3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.
Unchained BeastI dashed up the stairs trying to get to my room as soon as possible. I didn't have much time left. I needed to prepare, but I forgot about it until now.Unchained Beast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I tripped at the top step, but quickly got up. I can't waste time. I ran straight for the door to my room, where everything was. I don't have time to get to the basement; I'll have to do it here. I stumbled inside and started to get ready.
I ripped my shirt off because it would just make the transformation worse. I pulled down my pants, too, because it would start to get hot, now I was left in just my underwear.
I ran to the wall on the back of my room. I kept a backup pair of chains in there in case I couldn't go to the basement. I hastily chained my ankles so I couldn't run away, then my wrists last so I'd be completely pinned to the wall.
I quietly waited for the moon's light to peek through my window and shine on me, triggering the curse that would turn me into a beast.
After a few moments waiting, the moon appeared in my window an
What is Fear 2 - FerardWhat is Fear 2 - Ferard8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What is Fear?
Now that I think about it a little more, I see no reason as to why I ran the full way to the clock tower. Rationally, I should have just run as far as to get out of eyesight of that boy named Gerard. But in this situation of fear and complete unwillingness to think at all, rationality goes right out the window.
I reached my hands out and touched the cool metal of the clock, as if playing hide and seek and reaching home base. Falling slightly, I tried to catch my breath, but there just didnt seem to be enough oxygen around me at the time. Wiping my eyes, I try to understand what it was he said to me. Someone whos been hurt I mutter to myself. How would he know that? What makes him think Im just another victim of abuse? I shake my head and dry my eyes.
Instantly I looked back. You see there is one logical thing Ive done. I ran from the school to the park, whereas running from the school directly to my hous
Dear Younger ClareDear brand-new Clare:Dear Younger Clare5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Welcome. Live. Cherish.
Aren't you lucky to be allergic to most of the out-doors?
Fractured bones heal. Even if they hurt. Even if they got great big heavy boxes dropped on them. Even if they're your toe bones, and you can't move them right afterwards.
School Yeah, that'll become a theme.
NO! NO NO NO! Eating dirt will NOT make you un-allergic to grass!
Dear 5-Year-Old Clare:
You may be engaged to him, but he'll be cheating on you by the end of the week.
Dear 6-Year-Old Clare:
Try asking nicely first. Boys don't like getting beaten up by girls, especially if they're bigger than them.
Dear 7-Year-Old Clare:
When they tell you you're smart, PLEASE don't start crying. They'll only misread it.
Your parents didn't tell you till now because they thought you didn't need to know. They won't realize how bad it hurts you to find out. Remember t
I Just Can't...I want to laugh: I cry.I Just Can't...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want to smile: I try.
I want to kiss: I kill.
I want to live: I die.
UMvC3 Moveset KaminaUMvC3 Moveset Kamina4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset
Series: Gurren Lagann
Gender: Male (very much so)
Voice Actor: Kyle Hebert (way better then Japanese)
Health: 975,000 HP Points (avarage)
Assist Alpha: Yoko Call (Shot, Forward)
Assist Beta: Gurren Slash (Direct, Front)
Assist Gamma: Grit Teeth (Direct, up diagonal)
Energy projection: 1/9
Fighting Ability: 10/9 (only correct)
Description: Once a simple worker living beneath the surface forcibly he then met Simon who found the small Gunman he named Lagann and shot to the surface. Once there he wondered the surface defeating any beastman he finds and freeing the trapped people beneath the surface.
Theme Song: Sorriro Days [instrumental] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY_FRMkN07I )
Entrance: Kamina is wearing his cape he then throws it off and pulls it out of the sheath like he did against Viral, he then pushes his sunglasses up and they gleam in the light before he ente
On 2-8-0's and Super CarsOn 2-8-0's and Super Cars4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Cumberland A. B. & Southeastern Railroad Company, or Model Railroad Co. for short, is a shortline that runs between St. Louis, MO and Nashville, TN. It is owned and operated by Ron Falco, who goes simply by "The Controller." The railroad runs a hodgepodge roster of equipment.
One of those locomotives is an ex ATSF Consolidation. His name is Miguel. He has a bit of a naïve personality similar to that of an inquisitive child, and often asks questions that come as common sense to the other locos. Nevertheless, Miguel isn't incompetent, and is usually tasked with small freights and local commuters. Miguel is best friends with Mike, and the two can often be seen talking together when they aren't busy.
On one such day, the topic of derailments came up between the two.
"So, what's the most terrifying accident you've ever had?" asked Mike.
"I can't answer that," stated Miguel proudly. "I've never crashed."
"I find that a bit hard to believe," Mike said sarcastically.
"What's that supp
RA: Part of a Chain (Chapter 2/4)RA: Part of a Chain (Chapter 2/4)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: C. Snippy/Sniper & A. Gromov/Engineer & C. Hatchenson/Pilot
"It's time for pay back, bastards."
Chapter 2: Take Back
Stan strode around the room, checking the magazine of the rifle that he had stolen from Snippy earlier.
"Hehe... it's still full," he mentioned and deftly spun it around in his hand as if weighed only half of what it actually did. "Which means there's plenty of bullets for all of you. Isn't that great?"
With agile hands he shoved the magazine back in and readied the gun to shoot.
"The boss told me to kill your captain last. So... which of you two morons wants to die first?"
Engie shifted around nervously while Pilot kept throwing quick glances over to the chair.
"You look pretty scared, fatty," Stan chuckled and stared down at the engineer. "But don't worry, I'll make it quick for you."
As the rifle was pointed at him, Alexander yelped and huddled up against the wall in fright.
"Don't do this!" S
What is Fear 0 - FerardWhat is Fear 0 - Ferard8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What is Fear? - Ferard
What is it you are afraid of?
A simple question, which would normally have a simple answer. A child might answer with bugs, or the dark, even an animal of some sorts. These answers come from the fact that at some point in their life, they must have harmed them in some way and that became the real object of their fears. Even just thinking about a lion tearing out your throat is enough for someone to fear the creature.
Yes, very simple, yet complex answers. But sometimes its harder to be simple.
In our situation, we have two boys. The first of the two is one Gerard Way, a high school senior, and a very talented sketch artist as well. Often seen in tight black clothes, he sometimes seems smaller or weaker than he truly is. On the other hand, Gerard will often refuse to fight or use any type of force to stop his constant torturous castigating by other, more brash students. Why, yes, he is quite often hounded by others for being di
Suicide or Tea?Should I kill myself or have a cup of tea?Suicide or Tea?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I decide on the latter and I'm not sure why. Probably because I can. Life is a never-ending scroll of be-goods, be-happies, be-in-controls, be-okays, be-strongs and be-appreciatives. So what's another day?
Just another day closer to death.
Still, life seems incredibly long, don't you think? So long, it's hard to see the end and nearly impossible to touch even with a knife in my hand that could easily skewer my heart, make it squirm and still like a dying nightingale sealing its death with a pathetic squeal of almost-song.
Life is pain and people in pain are a pain in the ass. Perhaps occasionally or perhaps frequently, they think "Why not just kill myself? Life is hell, anyway. No hell after life could be worse than this."
But they're wrong. The worst is never the worst because things can always get worse and maybe that's why I decided to stick with the chamomile tea. That or I feel tea-sipping is reason to live.
I bet you cut"I bet you cut yourself," he says and it takesI bet you cut3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of me and more, and there is nothing to take. I laugh
and cry a little inside. Die a little more and smile
"Of course not."
He stares at me and it's like one of those dreams where you're
Naked and I want to shove my guts in my mouth and burn in Heaven,
rip my scalpel through my thigh, throw my skull at a window and let the
Pain in my body overwhelm the pain in my heart.
"I'm joking," he says and I think I should feel bad for him, instead I
Hate him a little. He's grinning and I think about how I'd love to
Carve his face into the Joker.
"I know," I say and I hate myself a little, too.
He's gone back to me, front to his friends
and you'd think this was to become a nice old love story but
Happy endings only happen in books.
"I do," I whisper and I laugh because it sounds like a wedding vow and I
don't think I'll marry and I don't think I can. I'm scarred and eventually
my scars will have scars
and there will be no amoun
Out of InnocenceYou wanted somethingOut of Innocence7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grander than what we had planned
You left the choices
Behind you, in the sand
I dont regret your words
I only keep them in my heart
Its all I have left of you
What do you keep of me?
You read emotions like theyre words printed in books
You see more feeling than the crowd does when it looks
I seek redemption
Becoming more than meets the eye
A star-crossed tourist
Who suffers innocence
The echoed voices
Of all the past reside with me
They are the remnants
Of all the hopes that I cant be
In all your sorrow
In all my solitude
We left probabilities
In joyless multitudes.
The Sisters Grimm: A Tickle StoryHaylee and her older sister Kelly had just come home from shopping. Haylee had bought a new pair of short shorts, a new low cut shirt and a new pair of flip flops. Kelly had bought the same things just in different colors. They both wore their new clothes home as they both looked really cute in them. After a while, they kicked off their flip flops, sat on the couch and watched TV. Haylee laid out on the couch next to Kelly where they both fell asleep.The Sisters Grimm: A Tickle Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kelly woke up a couple hours later to the sound of knocking at her front door. She got up and answered the door. A woman was standing there. She had shorter black hair, blue eyes and a slightly heavier build. She appeared to be about 25 or 30. The woman said, "Hello dear, can I come in? I need to use your phone. My car broke down about a mile down the road."
Kelly replied, "Sure, come right in. The phone is in the kitchen."
The woman walked into the kitchen. It was a bit strange since there were many other houses she could have gone too b
ShatteredShattered3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Like the shattered glass shards falling upon watery tears of pain. Like the faucet that leaks repeatedly, slow echoing slams of heavy heartbeats becoming one with the surface. Clashing and smashing upon the sink with each droplet of sadness.
A lonely boat floating in the ocean of tears, my aching soul dives off the boat and becomes one with the water. There, in the debts, such beauty I cannot see. So much pain to open my eyes. Ripping aching slow torture as one lid escapes the other, revealing before me a glowing palace of hope. Burning pain pierces my heart and eyes, struggling to keep them open my lungs begin to collapse like ancient buildings so far beyond my time. I can't breathe!
I don't want to go up for air! The stinging, burning pain in my eyes of salt ocean tears rips at my flesh like the teeth of a monster. My hair waves to me like the waves of a crowd waving goodbye forever. Images peeking into my mind with painted canvases of false friendships and lost hope.
Am I dyeing? I
True tickling story: Sleepover tickling(This is a true tickling story about something that happened to me. Enjoy!)True tickling story: Sleepover tickling2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This sleepover was in May I believe, we were all much younger, I in fact was fourteen. It was at my house, and my parents had stepped out to get food, drinks, ect... So all of us girls were up in my room. It was Sam, Yuna, a girl I knew at the time named Carly who was 15 years old had long black hair and blue eyes and she stood at about 5,4. We were all hanging out in my room and Sam had an idea, 'to see who's underwear was the cutest'. I didn't know it at the time but Sam is a lesbian, so getting a room of girls to undress would be amazing for her 14 year old self. Yuna who at the time was 13, undressed first, revealing a simple black and white poka dot bra and panties.
"How do I look" she said in her adorable British accent.
Everyone felt a little awkward to answer that question, so it was left unanswered. Then Sam undressed revealing a pink lace bra, and black
Generator Danny Ch.2Warning:Generator Danny Ch.25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. This is a Generator Rex fan fiction, which including praebeo OC, his profile is here: http://praebeo.deviantart.com/art/MY-CRACK-SPAWN-IS-BETTER-MOFO-165327426?q=boost%3Apopular+generator+rex+DANNY&qo=1
2. It has pairing, Rex X Noah.
3. Story is written in past tense, and my English sucks.
4. If you still want to read, I hope you enjoy, thank you.
"It seems that he is telling the truth." Dr, Holiday read the DNA matching results from Rex and Danny. "Danny has the gene from Rex and the other person, who I guess should be his mother. Anyhow, Danny is Rex's son, no doubt about that."
After discover Danny, Six and Rex took him back to the Providence. Whether he is Rex's son or not wasn't matter by that time. It's just there wasn't a really good reason not to take him, especially when he has that kind the power. Besides, Danny was the one who told them that he needs to get to the Providence.
"Are you sure the kid is from the future? Maybe some psycho scientist used Re
Broken Spirit (FanFicion)Broken Spirit (FanFicion)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Feliciano sat in his chair, humming a small little tune.
"FELICIANO!" Ludwig's harsh voice made Feliciano jump. "Y-yes?" He squeaked, jumping up.
"Yet again you weren't paying attention! You know what this means!" Ludwig took his whip out of his pocket.
"N-no please " Feliciano whimpered, his crimson eyes wide.
"It's your punishment!"
The other countries looked away, listening to the whip's cracks and Feliciano's cries of pain and glad it was not them being whipped.
X X X
Curled up on his safe bed in his safe room Feliciano sobbed. W-why was his best friend so mean?! It wasn't fair. They weren't talking about pasta or anything interesting, it wasn't his fault he wasn't paying attention! It wasn't .his fault .
Feliciano sat up, the tears still streaming down his face.
It wasn't his fault! If THEY hadn't been discussing something so boring he would of paid attention! If THEY hadn't of noticed him at a meeting they wouldn't of star
Blair's Birthday Ch.1Warning:Blair's Birthday Ch.15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. This is a Generator Rex Fan Fiction, which including praebeo OCs, their profile are here--
2. It has pairing, Rex X Noah.
3. Story is written in past tense, and my English sucks.
4. If you still want to read, I hope you enjoy, thank you.
Blair was playing with her kitty cat doll. It was her favor doll because her mother made that for her. Her father tried to make one for her too, but he only ended up stabbing all of his fingers with needle.
"Blair, do you want some cookies?" A blond hair man called her from kitchen.
"Yes!" Blair ran to the kitchen happily when she heard cookies.
"Remember to wash your hands." The man said as he putted a plate of chocolate cookies and a glass cup of milk on the table.
"Ok, mommy." The little girl went to the tap and started washing h
2. But I Love HimSometimes I pretend it's the end of the world and that him and I are the only people left. Some days I lie to myself enough to convince my head that it's the truth, and those are the good days when I can forget about school, forget about friends and forget about life beyond Kyle and I. There is no guilt then and all there is is us.2. But I Love Him3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then there are bad days when I wonder why I'm here. When the guilt threatens to choke my heart and wrench it from its socket. Those days I want to leave
But I love him.
"Where have you been?"
I look up and I wish I didn't. Mixtures of hate and concern seep in Katy's eyes and I wonder how it's possible for her to care for someone she hates I wish she'd just hate me.
"Were you with Kyle?" she asks, biting the name of her ex as though it were a bitter, rotten fruit.
"Yes." I wish the student body would devour me.
"You missed school for a week," she says and I don't know what to say. "He's not good for you." But he's good enough. "You c