Happenstance 1 Pipit x LinkHappenstance 1 Pipit x Link3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pipit stared out across Skyloft. You could see everything from up on the academy's roof. He sighed and fell back against the cool tile. It's so dull around here without Link. I wonder when he'll be back again. .The sky is growing a bit dark over here, he thought. Only a moment later, raindrops started to fall against his face. I better get down before it's too slick. Carefully he walked over to the edge. The rain was quickly picking up and he could feel his feet sliding across the shingles. It was as if it all happened in slow motion. A gust of wind pushed him. His feet gave out from under him, and the air left his lungs as he landed square on his back. He attempted to right himself, but failed and with horror he realized he was going to fall. With a sickening crack and a heavy thud, his world went black.
Link jumped from his loftwing, eager to escape the rain. As he sailed down, something caught his eye. A yellow shape against the blue shingles of the academy. The y
MasksMasks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a circus.
full of tightrope walkers
filled with the art of illusions--
the likes of which you've never seen.
(Not that if you did, it's
Anything you'd recognize.)
I am your magician and ring master this
evening. I can show you all my tricks.
But unlike common magic,
You will never
have the sense
to figure them out.
I am trained, you see, in an uncommon form of art, the art
What you see,
is not what is.
Or perhaps it is,
you'll never guess.
In my show there are six
the Novelty Acts'
Not to worry, this
From its wits
is far higher than yours is.
But not to worry,
he doesn't understand even the simplest.
Next on stage is
Designed with the keen ability to do everything at once
and to keep you focused
on her ability not to drop things,
and her perfect
image of keeping everything in its place
(Though she's handling multiple things
and actually isn't
The pharaoh's servantAtem walked down the halls of his Place. He was rubbing his temples in stress. All day he had listen to people about arguments, sometimes they were arguing for the most stupid things, then he had to sentence 16 people to death and the other 24 to lesser punishments. 10 were now slaves, 7 had some body part cut off, and the other 7 were to spend some time in one of his many prisons. After that whole ordeal there were council meetings, various meetings with several of the priest. Seth had badgered him about getting married sometime soon, but with all this shit he has to do how can he even look at a women let alone speak to her before being swept away by one of his many priest. Atem sighed, lately it seem that all of his problems just piled on top of one another. Atem keep walking mostly because he knew Vivian would be waiting for him in front of his room. Atem didn't hate the women it was that she was a total what do you call it? A total pain in the behind, whenever she was around him shThe pharaoh's servant3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Raven PrinceYugi limped home from school late one afternoon. Ushio and his goons had ganged up on him againThe Raven Prince2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yugi winced as his leg complained underneath him, he didn't understand why they hated him so much. He hadn't done anything to them Yugi sniffed as he turned into the park, not wanting to go home to the empty house, Grandpa had passed away a few months ago, Yugi was being watched over by a guardian who would check in on him every other month. But that guardian was the Father of the bullies. Yugi was so lonely.
The woods were always calming for Yugi, especially now, even though he was in the middle of a large city the woods drowned out any sound and let Yugi be wherever he imagined to be.
Yugi hissed as he sat on a tree stump by a small pond, the pond had a mossed over statue of a frog sitting on a toadstool. It used to spray water from its grey mouth but no more, the pond often dried up in summer droughts, so there wasn't much life living in the waters.
Yugi looked into the water
Peter and me. Chapter 11Peter and me. Chapter 116 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
This is a story dealing with men in a gay relationship. Just warning those who don't like reading about such stories.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing insistently besides me. Groaning, I opened my eyes and cast a quick glance at Peter who was still asleep before grabbing the phone receiver.
God, Justin. Its about time. It was Skyler. Ive been calling you all morning. Whats going on?
Give me a break Skyler, I was sleeping. What time is it?
Peter and Me. -Chapter 1-Peter and Me. -Chapter 1-7 years ago in General More Like This
Its amazing how easily ones life can be turned upside down by something as simple as a phone call. Thats what happened to me one summer morning so very long ago. I was in bed, trying to recover from the crazy party my friends dragged me to the other night when the phone rang. Still half asleep, I fumbled the phone from the bedside table and mumbled, Hello.
Justin, did I wake you? It was my mother. Why are you still in bed? Its nearly noon.
I had a busy night. What do you want mom?
She took a deep breath, as if preparing herself for the next line.
Peatys going to spend the summer with you.
I sat up, sheets sliding in a bundle to my lap.
What did you say?
Peaty is going to spend the summer with you, she repeated.
Dont play dumb Justin, we only know one Peaty. Your stepbrother, remember?
Yeah I remember but he stop
Peter and Me. Chapter 10Peter and Me. Chapter 106 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
My heart leaped up violently at the mention of Peters name and the room reeled crazily around me. On shaky legs I closed the distance between us and seized his shoulders in a death grip.
What happened? Wheres Peter?
In the car with Rick, he said, grabbing my arms as I tried to push him out of the way. Wait Justin. Calm down, youll only make things worse if you go out there acting crazy.
Fear melted into rage and I pushed Skyler back against the door hard.
Dont tell me to calm the fuck down, tell me what the hell happened! I demanded, digging my fingers into his shoulders. You and Rick were supposed to look out for him, damn it. What happened?
I dont know, Skyler said, trying unsuccessfully to break my hold on him. I swear we only left him for a minute to dance and when we went back he was gone. Someone must have snagged him because we found him many hours later passed
Peter and Me. Chapter 7Peter and Me. Chapter 76 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sound surprised, Peter said, leaning against the doorframe. Not what you expected?
No its not actually, I said, too surprised to lie. From the way you were acting tonight I thought maybe you were having second thoughts about sleeping with me. Are you? Its no problem if you want me to stay on the couch tonight.
No, Im fine. Really, I want to sleep with you, he insisted, coming over to the bed and sliding under the covers. There, see? Nice and cozy.
Propping myself up on an elbow I looked down at him, studying his face carefully. There was tension in his body, in the way his eyes refused to hold mine for long before darting away. Determined to find out what was wrong, I ran a hand over Peters hair, stroking it soothingly.
Theres something bothering you and I want to know what. Did I do something wrong? You need to tell me Peter because youre giving me mixed sign
Peter and me Chapter 9Peter and me Chapter 96 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
We never spoke of that night again and focused on getting Peter ready for college. Mom took him clothes shopping every Wednesday afternoon, insisting on replacing everything he brought with him from home. I helped with picking out courses, putting together a program he was comfortable with. Time wore away the remaining summer days till only a couple of weeks stood between us and school. I could tell the pressure was getting to Peter and though I tried to be supportive I also had work to deal with. Such was the case when a bunch of our friends offered to take us to a new nightclub the last week of summer vacation. Peter was all for it and begged me to come but I had a huge project to complete that was due the next day and couldnt go.
But this might be our last chance to go out and have fun together, he said in a last ditch effort to convince me to come. Im going to start classes in five days and will be too busy studying to go anywhere. Please Jus
Peter and Me. -Chapter 2-Peter and Me. -Chapter 2-7 years ago in General More Like This
The week leading up to Peter's arrival was just torture. I found it nearly impossible to lye in bed without indulging in fantasies of our time together. The night before the big day, I maybe got two hours sleep. I looked like hell felt so wretched come morning that mom drove to the airport while I rested in the backseat.
"I hope we don't hate each other on sight," I said as we neared our destination.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll become friends quickly," she reassured me. "God, this traffic is horrible. We're going to be late I just know it."
By the time, we pulled into the airport there was maybe five minutes to spare until Peter's flight arrived.
"You'll have to go greet Peter yourself while I park the car or we'll miss him for sure," mom said, pulling up to the drop-off area. "We can meet at baggage claim."
My stomach tightened and my heart started beating harder. I was going to meet Peter alone, a daunting prospect to say the least.
"How will I know him?" I asked, hoping
The Old Withered WillowThere once was an old withered willow by a babbling brookThe Old Withered Willow4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That stood tall and proud while the grasses shivered and shook.
His gnarled old bark and his branches, most broken,
His ancient old eyes, Oh, the tales that were spoken!
Stories and legends all long forgotten.
Through many storms, through sand, sleet, and snow,
Through fires and floods, through all stood the willow.
Squirrels built their larder beneath his ting-tangled roots
And birds bore their young high in his green leafy shoots.
Ne'er to be trampled by ignorant boots.
But the old withered willow grew lonely and tired--
For company, for friends, his gnarled roots aspired!
So sang the old willow a gentle old tune
Of mystery, magic, and the giant stone rune
Upon which his sight alighted as a wand'ring sapling.
"Tall tales and gobbledygook!" cried the sly, sibilant crows,
"All lies and lore full of falsehood!" whispered the vigilant does.
But still sang the old withered willow of the truth that he knew,
Because on one
Peter and ME. -Chapter 3-Peter and ME. -Chapter 3-7 years ago in General More Like This
So, what do you think? I asked once we were inside. Its not much but its comfortable.
Very nice, Peter said, looking around. Thanks for letting me stay here. Ill try not to be a pain in the ass.
Dont worry about it. Im glad youre here, I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Come on, lets get you unpacked. We only have two hours till lunch.
I led him to my room and paused in the doorway, shifting my hand to the base of his neck.
Well have to share the bed until other sleeping arrangements can be made. Hope you dont mind.
I watched his face closely, hoping for a reaction but even though I held him in what was very nearly an embrace he seemed totally indifferent. God, talk about frustrating. All I wanted was to know if he was gay. Asking him was out of the question, I couldnt risk the chance hed say no. Usually I could
MORE Reasons to Hate Twilight1) The books were so poorly written as far as plot and dialogue that they had to have James's group attacking and Charlie in danger from the beginning to have anything to work with.MORE Reasons to Hate Twilight3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2) While I have "inserted" myself into books I have read, it was generally because I fell in love with a well created character or world. Not because I wanted to have sex with Michelangelo's David.
3) After reading Meyer's books I checked the web for outcry by the same people who criticized Rowling for using the occult, and I couldn't find it. To me that's crazy as vampires are part of the occult.
4) Crazily enough if you think about it, Meyer's books are worse because Rowling's was not suggesting that humans should mate with the occult monsters simply because they are beautiful and smell good.
5) It is entirely sexual attraction from appearance and smell, and lacks substance. It is for this reason that I do not consider it a love story.
6) I have found mention that critics are saying that Twilight is horro
Peter and Me. Ch 12. gay ficPeter and Me. Ch 12. gay fic6 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
By the next morning Peter was back to normal and I was able to put that terrible night behind me and focus on getting him ready for school. The remaining few days rushed by in a chaotic blur until finally classes started and my life once again changed. Gone were the long mornings of lying in bed with Peter, going out to eat or catching a late night movie. Peter had classes three days a week from 11am to 6, after which hed come home drained and in no mood for anything except food and sleep. Study groups and long visits to the library took up most of his free time, leaving very little for me. Whenever Peter did stop and talk to me it was always about college stuff. How hard a class was, how strict a teacher was being or how exciting a current project was. It got to a point where I couldnt take anymore and avoided him as much as possible. This went on for a month and probably would have continued to the end of the semester had fate not stepped in and destroy everything.
The Waxen LullabyFarewell to leaning fortress grey,The Waxen Lullaby2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your bower walls are winding trees.
Crowns aflame with breaking day,
A-tremble in the breeze.
Send your wandrings to the sky,
Set your mantle shining bright,
Outrun the blood-red eventide
Outshine the stars at night.
Let your weary steps be swayed
Far from your hearth, far from your home.
Life and longing now forbade
When to the witchs realm you roam.
Be wary, fear the cursed gaze
Weathered face and eye of stone,
Embers in the ashes blaze,
And you are waxen to the bone.
No weary falling of the limb!
No sight to see the sunrise dim!
No touch to feel the fallen snow!
Afar afar afar you go!
And you are waxen to the bone.
Brighid InvocationBrighid Invocation5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From in my heart a light is born,
A fire pure and bright,
As now I stand before your gaze,
Hail Brighid, Lady Knight.
Your armour silver as the moon,
Your hair a fiery red,
Your smile of warmth and kind intent,
Your light upon me shed.
As Maiden you have come to me,
A lover's silk embrace,
As Mother you encouraged me,
With care and noble grace.
As Crone you have enlightened me,
Your wisdom and your truth,
My life you've always walked with me,
This day as in my youth.
So here I am, a humble soul,
A son of Hunter Herne,
I wish to serve you Lady Knight,
From sun to lunar's turn.
Bless me with your guiding light,
In all I do for thee,
Protect my kin by faith or blood,
Neath ancient rule of three.
Oh Brighid, Lady of the Lake,
Oh Goddess of the Moon,
Oh Priestess of the Ancient Ways,
Your leave you must take soon.
I thank you for your time with me,
As end comes to my prayer,
Yet light within my heart remains,
In knowing you are there.
© Vandrake Druidstone
Ime in the lakeThere once was a little boy who lived with his mother. They lived in a beautiful house on a beautiful lake in a beautiful town.Ime in the lake4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The little boy loved playing with his toys.
And he loved swinging on his swingset.
And he loved running in the yard.
But most of all, he loved playing in the lake.
Every afternoon when he woke up from his nap, he would pester his mother to go down to the lake.
Mommy, Mommy, he said, I wanna go play in the water!
His mother smiled and said, Alright, Sweetie.
And so the mother and the little boy walked down to the lake, where the mother sat in her chair, and the little boy played in the water.
The mother got a sunburn.
The next day, the little boy awoke from his nap.
Running downstairs, he cried, Mommy, Mommy, I wanna go play in the water!
The mother said, Not today, Sweetie.
The little boy pleaded, Please, Mommy, please! I wanna go play in the water!
Giving in, the mother said, Alright, Sweetie.
And so they went down to the lake, where the mother sat in her cha
And you call me a bitch..Did you know that your voice gives me headaches?And you call me a bitch..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't even have to be screaming anymore,
the simple familiar sound pierces right through me,right where it hurts..
I used to be so afraid of becoming you
And you tell me you know what I'm going through all too well
When really,we are so different,we don't even belong in the same room
Now I'm thankful for my own kind of crazy
Because yours would be hell,and then some
Though,I think watching you hurts more than that ever could
And you don't seem to mind hurting people
Not at all,by the way you hand out punches and insults
Sometimes I wonder how the hell I was ever born
Even my safe places and thoughts don't feel so safe anymore
They won't ever again,not with your prying eyes and listening ears
I have to plan my moves months in advance
I know tomorrow you'll act like nothing ever happened
But mother dearest,I don't ever forget
And lately,I'm finding it increasingly harder to forgive
MeanderingHardly a mountain, though on lowering days its head sits wreathedMeandering3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the mists of a passing front, aged and befogged as bygone elders
Doddering about before there were names for the malaise
That hazed their thinking
And from this modest crown there slouched and sloped
A long shoulder, meandering down to meadows below
Pausing now and again to coddle a pleasant hollow
Casting a sloping pitch enough to rush a torrent
After a sudden shower
Its glint and glimmer burble among the stones
To join a rill and plash and swirl and putter about a root
It's there I'm apt to wander
Not much of a path, hard passed and thorny
As twisted and narrow as the thoughts of bigoted men
Treading there finds stern resistance and stones to turn the foot
The clatter and crunch of brittle leaf acorns pop and skitter
A plenteous crop, beyond the appetite of wild things at forage
Leathery husks abound, pignut hickory the ebon stains of walnut
On taking pause the quiet lay, a
MasqueradeMasquerade4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Welcome to the glamorous ball room
The midnight dance of the ages
Only ending when a deadly fire rages
Dressed in a Silver dress
Cloaked by a pure black sky
At the Masquerade ball
You prepare to die
The Nightmares, the visions of a Mysterious guy
Handing you one black rose
When the Golden moon hangs in the sky
Are you ready to die?
He is as pale as snow
Yet he loves her so
They Tango they Waltz
Until Deaf defying screams intrude
It's time to die
There is No escape from your fate
Like you're a sheep trapped by a gate
The fire starts to consume She is trapped in the room
No soul is left alive
On this tragic night
Her Dreams became reality
His Nightmares surfaced
The string that holds her life breaks
An Into his heart drives a stake
Now again he must wait
Still demoralized by her fate
DreamscapeShe paced these cracked sidewalksDreamscape6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With ultra-violet wisps of hair
Swirling and twisting across her eyes
In the chilling winter air.
Her gaze was fixed on the passing lines
Of these old city's streets like glue.
Her mind bounced from one thought to another,
But seemed to be stuck on you.
She had no destination, no fate,
No company to keep her warm.
And yet she continued walking along
Through this frigid winter storm.
The sounds of pink and orange rain
Splashed on the concrete like tears she never shed.
The whipping wind whispered yellow secrets;
The words she never said.
Holding herself tightly as she could,
To the end of the earth she planned to stray,
Until a loving stranger's hand lifted her gaze
On a brisk December day.
She gazed long into his eyes,
Dazzled by their color, so unlike the dismal ground.
She became entranced
In green and orange starbursts of light until she found
Herself walking hand in hand with this man
Away from clouds to a clear city view.
He turned her to face him
Peter and Me. -Chapter 4-Peter and Me. -Chapter 4-7 years ago in General More Like This
Peter stood completely naked only a few steps away, his sex firm and quivering.
You wanted to know how I felt, he said, thrusting his hips forward with a timid smile. Satisfied?
I dont know what kind of look was on my face but it must not have been good or encouraging. Color rushed to Peters cheeks and his eyes became stricken. He lifted his hands hesitantly and there was a tremor in them as he tried to cover his erection. Realizing the damage I was causing I went to him and gently pulled his hands away.
Dont hide it; Ive wanted to see you like this from the moment we met at the airport. Youre even more wonderful then I imagined. Why didnt you say anything to me sooner?
I was afraid to, he muttered thickly, looking down at himself. I mean Im not really experienced with this type of thing.
Youve never been with a guy before? My God, with your looks Im