RAIN FAQRain FAQRAIN FAQ4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Last updated - August 28, 2013
● - Black Circle: Old entry
○ - White Circle: Edited entry
◊ - Diamond: New entry
About the technical stuff
○ What is Rain?
Rain is a coming-of-age story that follows the life of a teenage transgender girl named Rain, attempting to go through her senior year in high school identified only as a woman. It's intended to be a comedy, but it also touches on some heavier subjects including many of the difficulties faced by members of the LGBT community.
Nevertheless, it is a largely positive story, with humor and tearjerking moments and lots and lots of love triangles. ^_^
○ When does it update?
Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are technically when they're scheduled to go up. However, more often than not, I end up getting excited and posting it the night before (no earlier than after 6PM EST timezone).
○ Where can I read it?
DeviantArt - http://jocel
UkraineXFem!Reader part 4UkraineXFem!Reader part 4UkraineXFem!Reader part 41 year ago in Romance More Like This
The next day, you and Katyusha woke up still on the couch. You felt someone nest to you and you looked over, seeing that it was Katyusha. "Mmm, Goodmorning _____." Katyusha said, startling you. "Oh, goodmorning my beautiful Ukrainian girl." you said lovingly. She blushes a thousand shades of red and smiled. "Did you have a goodnight sleep? I know I did." She sasked getting up slowly. You followed, streching while doing so. "Ah yeah I did, I'm glad to know that you did." You said. You walked into the kitchen and started to make some coffee.
"So..." Katyusha started as she followed you into the kitchen, "last night was fun!" She said smiling and wrapping her arms around your waist. You blushed " Yeah..it was amazing..so euphoric." you said, dazing off into space. Katyusha giggled. "Yeah I guess you could say that, I would put it more as...energetic." You turned to her. "Really? Energetic?" You said in a low tone. Katyusha thought you were mad at her so she stopp
Fly AwayFly Away3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scootaloo groaned and pulled her pillow over her head.
Scootaloo let out a sigh and pushed her pillow aside, turning her head to look out her window. The sun had barely risen over the trees of Sweet Apple Acres. Dawn must've been within the last hour.
"Every Morning... Confound those Apples."
She chuckled and rubbed at her eyes. She really shouldn't be complaining. Apple Bloom and her family had taken her in and cared for her like she was kin over the years; they had even allowed her to build a cloud house over their property once she was old enough to want the privacy.
Scootaloo rolled out of her bed, stretching her legs after she landed on the "floor" of her bedroom. The Apples were awesome ponies she thought to herself as she walked over to her shower room, and the closest thing she had to a family. Scootaloo walked into her wash room and pressed a small cloud that seemed out of place into the wall. Instantly it began to rain throughout the small room. She
Gotta Put a Smile on Your FaceGotta Put a Smile on Your Face3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rainbow Dash flew through town at such speed that she was just a chromatic blur. Everypony looked up at the rainbow maned pegasus wondering what had her in such a hurry this time. Thankfully none of the ponies that saw her called her down, she just didn't have anytime to stop this morning. Dash looked back to make sure her saddlebags were still hanging on tight as she sped through the sky over Ponyville towards her home, a bowl with a wooden spoon held in her mouth.
She touched down on the "patio" of her home without slowing down and sped through the door. Running over to her kitchen she dropped the bowl onto the counter and undid her saddlebags, letting them drop to the floor.
"Aggh, what to do, what to do!"
Dash rummaged through the contents of her saddlebags and brought out a thick pink book with a wooden spoon and eggbeater on the cover. She dropped it onto the counter and started rifling through the pages of the cook book she had borrowed earlier from Twilight, frantically searchi
red hair and candlelightThe memory of your rust-colored hairred hair and candlelight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drifts through my brain as I step
off a streetcar on Cherry Avenue
and head towards the park where
we first saw each other all those
shriveled-up winter months ago.
Girl, it's been too long and cold;
sitting in some low-income loft,
reading your letters and
addressing postcards to
my blackbird paramour,
the one that runs her
hand up my throat
like a gentle rope,
and Salem hide-and-seek.
it's too late
to untangle myself
from this gorgeous
mess of slender arms
and ballerina legs.
People can say
what they want;
that it's just a phase,
that I'm under
some Bulgarian spell.
But I don't care
because this feels more
than just safe.
It feels like
a lifetime wasted
and born again.
The blood of a thousand
witches courses through
your veins from here
to Shreveport and
I love kissing girls like you;
Darling, so off-limits and
sweet like irises.
Girl, you're a heathen
and that's just fine with me.
Drop a car
Girl Next Door :Fem!Canada x Fem!Reader:Girl Next Door :Fem!Canada x Fem!Reader:1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Fem!Canada x Fem! Reader One Shot-
.::The Girl Next Door::
"You know, she's out of your league. There's no way she'll go out with you."
"Especially if she's straight."
Marguerite sat in the living room of her slightly large house with her two brothers, Arthur and Alfred. They've never been interested in her unless it was something they found supremely interesting, like when she confessed she liked girls and was madly in love with the girl next door, (Name).
"Well, you never know..." She whispered slightly.
"We do know, Marguerite. Don't you always see her with that one Australian guy? I'm pretty sure they're dating." Arthur said slowly.
"Yea, Meg. I don't want to sound like a douche, but there's no chance." Alfred backed up Arthur.
The blonde sighed and looked out the window sadly. She saw (Name) walked out her house house, the biggest grin plastered on her face. Meg saw that the (Hair Color) had her dog on a leash.
'Must be taking (Him/Her) for a walk'
She stood up abruptly, startlin
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
BelarusxFem!Reader 552 Pt. 3After slipping into the gorgeous dress you pull your hair out of the ponytail it had been in and nervously strap the heels on. You couldn't do this. You barely knew her or the Baltics or Ukraine or Russia and now you had to dine with them? America had to be kidding! You've always been a loud American girl with some weird "perks". As you finished with the other heel your stomach started to churn with butterflies. Ignoring the mirror deliberately out of fear you wouldn't be able to leave if you knew how you looked, you walked out of the room. The second you stepped out you were hit with the scent of foods you'd never experienced. The smell was warm and homey but also had a tang to it unlike anything you'd ever smelt.BelarusxFem!Reader 552 Pt. 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"552, come with me, the others have arrived. Miss Belarus will be ready shortly."
Anna signals for you to follow her to the dining room which is small as it is a hotel. You notice Russia first. The big man is clothed in a brown dressy vest with black slacks and his favorite
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
Portal Prologue - First Day of Spring (Part 2)The next day, Stephen spent hours working on his next picture. Before then, he would have just scribbled down whatever doodling idea had come into his head. But this time was different. He wanted to make this picture special. Every stroke of his pencil or pen or marker had to be perfect, had to count. And he made a copy of his fingering chart for the French horn. He wasn't really sure if Chell was really that into learning how the play the French horn, but it wouldn't hurt to have a chart for her anyway. He knew Chell would be busy with the 'Bring Your Daughter to Work Day' at the lab that day, but he looked forward to seeing her the next day.Portal Prologue - First Day of Spring (Part 2)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That evening, his dad didn't come home from work at the usual time. By the time Stephen went to bed, he still hadn't come home. Finally, at one o'clock in the morning, Stephen woke up as he heard a sound coming from the kitchen. For a moment he couldn't identify what it was. Then i
Gender Does Not Define MeI hate these things on my chestGender Does Not Define Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate the empty space between my legs
I hate when I’m expected to have long hair
because short is for boys and people would stare
I hate the looks I get standing in the male clothing aisle
Because I’m meant to wear pink
But that really isn’t my style
I like male clothing
I like male hair
I like the male everything
But why would people care
I’m meant to look nice
I’m meant to look pretty
In long flowing dresses
Meant for summer time breezes
But at the end of the day
Dresses just aren’t me
Nothing is me
And now I find myself saying
As scary as it may be
“Gender does not, define me.”
Magical: Before the Magic - Carmen's StoryMagical: Before the Magic - Carmen's Story11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Before the Magic - Carmen’s Story”
by Jocelyn Samara D.
I awake from a strange dream. I can’t seem to remember what happened, but I think it involved a rabbit at one point. With big, glowing butterfly wings! A “bunnerfly” if you will. That’s happening a lot lately, actually. I haven’t been keeping track, but I’m pretty sure I’ve woken up with the same vague “I think there was a winged bunny” feeling for the last couple weeks. Not really sure what that’s supposed to mean.
But whatever. Who cares? It’s just a dream, and I’ve got a big day ahead of me. I’m basically starting a brand new life at school today.
I should say that I’ve always hated school. I mean, I’ve got no problem with doing the work or anything. My problem is more about the other people. And I mean everyone.
~You are my half~*Fem!Estonia X Fem!Reader*~You are my half~~You are my half~*Fem!Estonia X Fem!Reader*2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Fem!Estonia X Fem!Reader*
Warning: This is a Yuri,aka girl x girl!!! No rikey,no ready! Takk!
It's funny how Internet is both a bound between people from different parts of the world and also the gap between them.But that was how (Name) met him - he was quite good - no,that's wrong - he was the best player she had ever met and he was even modest about his skills.
His name was Edvard,as he logged on onto the gaming server,beating people's asses like a boss he was and impressing the (e/c) eyed female whom already fell for his character.
He might have been nerdy - and (Name) found herself portraing him with square glasses,a serious - still adorable - look plastered onto his face,pale skin and maybe even one or two imperfections here and there.
Though,in balance,there was his feminine like thinking,his intelligence and the nice words he said and got to her heart - that was more of a balance,because it surpassed the possible flaws and made him the perfect
Savior- Liechtenstein x Reader"No! Please! Go away!" You heard a little voice call out. You ran over, wondering what was happening. You saw a little blonde girl backing away from a very tall man. She looked terrified. You didn't have to be a mind reader to pick up the man's intentions.Savior- Liechtenstein x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oi!" You called. The man turned and looked at you. You were positively terrified, but you couldn't let it show. Creepers could practically smell fear.
"What?" He asked, taking a step towards you.
"Back away," you said, not able to think of anything else to say. He took another step towards you. What was that thing you'd been taught for situations like this?
"Fire!!" You shrieked, loudly and clearly. A small crowd materialized. They caught on as well. A few people already had their phones out.
"Fine," the man grumbled, but you knew better.
"Uh, no freaking way. No, you're staying here with me until the police come," you said bluntly. The girl looked at you with shining eyes. You looked back a
JawsEyes like death, like empty doll eyesJaws6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pitch black and lifeless
Watching as a friend dies
Don't know it's living till you get torn apart
Clustering together like being in a barrel
The pounding, the screaming
The ocean turns red.
love poem for a poetand if you ever complainlove poem for a poet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of writer's block
I will hold you
your chest pressed to mine
close and warm and quiet
and trace every word
that's been eluding you
onto the blank page
of your back
Karelle - Prologue ENGLISHPrologueKarelle - Prologue ENGLISH4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On this sunny morning, the streets of Marseille were half deserted. The heat of the last few weeks had sent the people of the lower towns down to the port with meager hopes of catching a cool breeze. The rancid and nauseating odor that wafted through the narrow street of the city had died down a little, carried away by an unexpected sea breeze. Thus diluted, the air seemed almost breathable. In the distance, the cries of a colourful crowd blended into the high pitch screeches of the sea gulls soaring over the city. The market had opened early that morning. This gave the masses a way to quiet their grumbling stomachs while filling the pockets of some greedy merchants.
And yet, abandoning the Square with unusual energy, a sweaty, out of breath, young boy appeared. Carried away by the momentum, he crashed into the façade of a dilapidated house. It took him but a moment to recover his balance and continue on his way. The pitter-patter of his bare feet reverberated from
An artistAn artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
To Be A GirlTo Be A GirlTo Be A Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What do you need to be a girl?
Do you need long hair?
Do you need to wear makeup?
Do you need to be thin?
Do you need to lack interest in sports?
Do you need to like pink?
Do you need to have smooth legs?
Do you need to wear dresses?
Do you need to be "weak"?
Do you need to know how to cook?
Do you need to be overly feminine?
Do you need to like boys?
Do you need to act sexy?
Do you need to be short?
Do you need breasts?
Do you need a vagina?
What does it take to be seen as a girl?
What do I need to show you who I am?
How can I become "just another girl"?
What do I need to be a girl?
NewTo start a newNew1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am scared
To start a new
After everything we've shared
To start a new
You didn't care
To start a new
With her she dares
Yes even cares
To start a new
With out you...
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Who I AmMy name is Rachel Lauren Covaks, and I am a Mutant.Who I Am1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, not that kind of Mutant, I can't fly or whatever (though that would be cool). They say what appeals to a lot of people about X-Men is that they can relate to Mutants, everyone at one point in their life feels like a Mutant in one way or another, I know I certainly have.
This is my story.
I guess it all started in High School, well really it started before that, I'm not the kind of person who fits in easily. I've always been tall for my age, so I stand out in a crowd, literally. Being a teenage girl in High School, I wanted to try and fit in, I really tried, and that's when I met Scott.
Oh, at first he seemed friendly and charming, he was a couple of years older than me, but we hit it off, went on a couple of dates, looking back, I don't think I ever really cared for him as much as I thought. Then one fateful night, he wanted to have sex, I was still a virgin, but I agreed. I didn't tell my parents right away, but deep down, I