The Girls My Mama Warned Me About--- FFM Day 3You see, the thing my mama would never understand is that a woman needs to have her friends. I’m not talking about the girls she meets in a book club that she randomly signed up for online, or the ones she calls friends but never sees outside of the breakroom at work. No, I mean real friends. The girls she’ll always surround herself with, like a queen does a court.The Girls My Mama Warned Me About--- FFM Day 310 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I had my girls, and my mama didn’t necessarily approve of them. She thought I partied with them too much, and often told me that I needed to give it a rest. But, these were my girls! My best friends! I don’t think Mama has ever had girls like I did. They’ve never abandoned me, and I could never have dreamt of abandoning them.
My girls were so unique. Each one was as different as the colors of the rainbow. There was Vonda and Teena, the two wild girls I met at a party some time while I w
The wonder of YouThe wonder of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mere words can not explain the wonder that is you
How you make me feel just by being there
I love your eyes, the green of a forest dappled by the light of your smile
Your smile which makes the most amazing sunrise pale in comparison to nothingness
Your laugh which is like the tinkling of silver bells by the choirs of Heaven
Your voice which is the purest music to listen to, golden on my ears
Your elegant, feminine hands with their slender perfect fingers which I long to hold
The entirety of you, the perfection I behold
My breath catches in my throat just looking at you, how utterly beautiful you are
My heart feels like a bird caught up in a cage too small for it, fluttering wildly and skipping beats just beholding you
I feel faint and light headed just being around you
You captivate my every sense
You thrill my very being
You enchant all of me with the wonder that is you
Your love for me knows no bounds
Your words speak right into my heart, burning themselves into the fabric of my soul
Always... Book 1 Chapter 1Always... Book 1 Chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Severus, it is imperative that I speak with you."
The Potions Master looked up from his gently simmering cauldron to see the Headmaster standing in the doorway of the dungeon.
Dumbledore held up a rather shabby package wrapped in brown paper. "It has arrived." He brought it over to the table where Snape stood, and placed it on the table. "Just in time, too, for I have received a letter that an attempt has already been made." He pulled a letter out of his pocket and set it next to the little package. It was addressed to Dumbledore from the Head Goblin of Gringotts.
"So, this is really it then?" Snape asked, barely brushing the package with the tips of his fingers. When the Headmaster didn't object, Snape gingerly picked it up and removed the wrappings. A small, somewhat unimpressive, blood-red red stone sat in his hand.
It was completely unremarkable except for the way it reflected the fire under Snape's cauldron. The flames seemed to dance across the surf
His Her EYESHis Her EYES4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
My heart thumped as his eyes crossed through mine...
My heart ran after her eyes, I had no choice but to look!
He looked back to his world as his eyes left mine...
What was I supposed to do, I was gonna have a heart attach!
I wish he looked longer, but I wouldve had a heart attach...
What would I do if I lost her!
What would I do if I lost him!
The Time Has Come, Dashie's GoodbyeThe Time Has Come, Dashie's Goodbye3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I close my eyes,
And I can see,
The cardboard box
Just a moment and I find
Merely A small,
We've gone so far,
And done so much
And I feel,
Like you were always My Little Pony
Though Dusk and Dawn!
These memories of you,
They're most cherished to me!
The Time has come!
It's for the best I know it.
I should've guessed that you and I,
We'd have to say,
You've helped me find,
And the Magic,
To make my Parents dream come true.
How could I find,
Two of a kind,
That's what we are
And it seemed,
that it'd be forever lasting.
Yet as this family
is torn apart!
I wish we could go
back to the beginning!
The ponies have come!
It's for the best we know it
I suppose I guessed that you and I,
We'd have to say,
We have to say
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
A Quarrel In The ColdA Quarrel In The Cold4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Outbreaks are coming,
To Penny Road Pub
Everyone will party
In the mental-drunk-tub
The Outbreaks are coming,
They've been here before
But they're coming back,
To shake the dance-floor
To evolve their inner rock-star
To go forward into the stars
To advance into anything and everything
To go rock-hunting on the moon and mars
The Outbreaks are coming,
To Penny Road Pub
Everyone will party down,
In the mental-mind-sub
The Outbreaks are coming,
They've been here before
They've already been back,
To quake the dance floor
To revolve around their planetary-soul
To resolve the ancient argument,
A Quarrel In The Cold
To believe in peace and tranquility,
You simply just go with the flow
To relieve your self of disgust and disloyalty ,
You merely must graciously grow
A Story Of A PansexualA Story Of A Pansexual3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The Journey of Pansexuality For Me
Alot of my life,anything that wasnt hetrosexual was wrong.
I struggled,wondering what I really was,while I was raised up around the opposite gender.Soon my doctor told me I devolved a gender identity disorder,which meant I would grow up with the mind of a boy,and the body of a girl..
I struggled with it a long time,constantly made fun of at school,constantly alone,I wasnt welcomed by boys because my body was a girl,I wasnt welcomed by girls because my mind was a boy.I was teased about being a hermaphrodite,yet oddly didnt mind..
When I found out about what it was,I would listen to them tease me,and then I smile,thinking at least I know what I am now.
Each day as I grew,homeschooled since 5th grade,I continued to force myself to love males only.I knew if I didnt,my father would literally harm me,and I would be shunned again.But the more I explored as I got older,I thought maybe I was bisexual,when I tested it,It di
We are freeWe are free2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon rose,
And i went out to play.
Under their nose,
and out of the way.
Creatures of the night,
Linger in the mist.
As the fire shines bright,
And we laugh in squeamish fits.
Your porcelain skin,
Shines radiant and bright.
Your soft black hair,
lustrous, in the light.
And i don't care what they think.
Exactly how i'm supposed to be.
I'll do what i like.
Because i am free.
Kissing SecretKissing Secret3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Be still, be still and close your eyes
Do not peek, it's a surprise
The cold hand clouded her sky blue eyes
She bit her lip and felt revived
Shhh, my dear, do not speak
She smiled softly with a squeak
She felt a breath upon her cheek
She ruffled her jumper above her feet
A peck tickled across her dimple
The kiss so small, yet sweet and simple
Oh, but sweetie, your aim is weak
You missed the spot, but reached my cheek
The hands sneaked around her waist
To trap her body just in case;
The kiss makes her lose her all
To carry her in case she falls
Soon she begins to flush and sway
As the kiss heads her way
Dear My Guardian AngelDear My Guardian Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear My Guardian Angel
I was born with an invisible noose, and as I got older it got tighter
I kept looking for the perfect opportunity to drop, it's either now or never
Dear Heaven / Dear Hell / I am my own executioner!
Every night, I lay awake, starring down a loaded barrel of a gun
Aimed at my tempting skull, and the trigger is ready to go off
Dear God / Dear Lucifer / I am not that promising child I once was!
I've always stood on the edge of my life with adrenaline-fueled anxiety
That corruption coursed through, and took over, it's too late already
Dear Paradise / Dear Purgatory / You need to wait a little longer, and wait patiently!
I'm such a cowardice fool; sick and hysterical; I can't decide anything for myself
I'm abandoned; I'm a cast away; I am the last forsaken, and I no longer have a way out
Dear Friends / Dear Enemies / I'm sorry, but neither of you can help!
I tried everything in my power to change, but t
The Death of MeThe Death of Me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I cry into my sheets
And cry into my bed
I cannot stop crying
And think of instead
Where else to go
To forget about you
I'm scared so deeply
That you've become a tattoo
You make me crazy
You make me insane
And almost always
You're my reason for pain
I can't escape you
You're always there
It's like you're watching me
But you really don't care
If I try to love you
You just run away
And if I try to help you
There isn't a way
No matter the cost
No matter the pain
No matter what I feel
It's always the same
This cycle of anguish
It won't ever end
And by the time dawn hits
It begins again
I scream at you now
And you're never there
It's come to the point
Where I'm pulling out my hair
And some nights I bleed
I don't know why
Please can't you help me!
I don't want to die!
These tears that I'm crying
They won't go away
Don't you love me?
If you do, won't you stay?
By the end of the night
I am fast asleep
But my dreams are nightmares
Which is why I weep
In the mist of my agony
And in this terrible
Hard to CareWhy is it so hard to care?Hard to Care2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that I should be there.
I ignore the bell I hear chime.
Instead I sit and waste time.
There's nothing that I want to do.
The things I enjoy are few.
I know that I should be at work,
But my responsibilities I shirk.
The pills make me no longer sad,
But apathy is just as bad.
So I just let time go by.
I wonder when I'll finally try.
WORD OF THE DAY 'FOOGOOT'WORD OF THE DAY 'FOOGOOT'4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FOOGOOT: ~ (Fuu-goo-T)
Female equivalent of a 'faggot'
created by Phillip and Terrence
Jessica Biel TGJessica Biel TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mitch had fallen on hard times. He wasn't eating out of a garbage can or anything, but his income was much less than sufficient to live a decent life. He had started to try every which way to get extra money, odd jobs and the like. Eventually he gave up and went looking to the lottery for hope. Mitch honestly had never done a single lottery ticket nor had he any idea how it really worked, but he was desperate.
Mitch went into his local GT Seirots gas station for a ticket. He went up to the counter of the store and was greeted by a gorgeous woman. She was beyond description, he couldn't believe she was working at a gas station, even one as nice as Seirots. "Do you have any lottery tickets?" Mitch said shyly, regretting saying that because now she must know that he is new at this. "Oh sure right over here," replied the woman in the most sultry voice he had ever heard. Mitch followed her down the counter to the little lottery ticket center. There were a million of them he thought, some fo
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 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
Russian RouletteThey take her on her honeymoon.Russian Roulette3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wedding was lovely, or as lovely as it could have been with a couple that were more polite acquaintances than anything else and two sets of in-laws as stuffy as a dusty pile of money. They grab her when she sneaks out for a walk one night, two men, beefy, not even bothered to arm themselves. Her last thought before the bag is shoved over her eyes is to wonder how much this would ruin her parents' plans.
She comes to in a small brick room on a sallow mattress, windowless and lit by a cool yellow lamp. There's a man there, standing just outside the barred door.
"Kelly Shale," he says, voice nasally, greasy greying hair half-covering his forehead. She's not sure if it's a question or a statement.
She counts the days by watching the guardsone on day shift, one on night. They're probably the same men who took her, but they stay too much out of her field of vision to really tell. It takes until the third day for the woman to come.
'Meil,' they call h