Re-Inked Carl slid down a narrow ramp at high speed. He heard a 'sproing' sound and suddenly realized he was naked. Above and behind him he saw his clothes hanging from hooks that extended from the sides of the chute.Re-Inked5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The slide suddenly ended and he fell face first on a hard plate. Raising his flattened self up and regaining three dimensions, he realized the plate was moving.
Trying to sit up, Carl felt two large hands push him back down on his chest and start hitting his back and legs. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see the hands were covered in white gloves and were hitting him in a karate chop fashion, like a massage.
His flesh began to tingle and feel like jelly under the hands influence. After only a few moments, something akin to a giant spatula slid under him and flipped him over on his back. Again
ConfiscatedArtie breathed a sigh of relief as the final agent left the building for the night. Not that he didn't love playing the brilliant organizer for the Secret Service's best agents, and not that he didn't enjoy discovering new- or not so new-artifacts, but there were times that he just wanted silence. Peace. Time for thinking. Time just for Artie and his Chessboard, Rubik's Cube or Gordian Knot, or whatever. Tonight, it was time for Artie and his Cookies.Confiscated5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Munching slowly, he ran through the nightly routine, checking all the sensors and shutting down certain lights for the night- not all of them, mind you. There was an artifact over in Section 15, row C, that had a tendency to walk off when the lights were out. It had been a challenge catching that one. Something about a power outage in Manhattan a few years back. He'd have to go through the files to get the full details.
He spun around in his chair, pulling up the file on the computer to satisfy his own curiosity. He was so fully engrossed
The BeginningSandra threw the remote at the TV in frustration! She had had it. She was broken. She liked to stay abreast of current events but this was too much. According to the news the world was spinning deeper and deeper into an abyss of despair and sorrow. Over two thirds of the worlds population lived in poverty and the governments of those who had once had the drive and money to help now more than ever had their own interests in mind.The Beginning6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Sandra felt a sense of despair rise up inside her, trying to swallow it back down she felt the physical strain of pure emotion on her throat grow as she tried and failed to hold back the flood. She crumpled and fell to the floor in tears. How had she been so blind and selfish! Why couldnt she see the problems in the world before? It had taken the loss of her job and her fiancé to shake her from the blinkered complacent life she led and revel the true state of the world to her!
How could whatever omnipitant being whose power held sway over
Unconditional SurrenderLove. It was something so fragile and so unattainable.Unconditional Surrender5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Look at those two. How come I never get any of that?"
"Buy me a drink first."
"You're such hard work."
Love was a paradox horrible and wonderful at the same time. Love made you jealous.
"Jack! What are you doing?"
"Resisting the urge to shoot."
Although he was the captain of all innuendos, Jack had never experienced true love being thrown right back at him.
"On your knees! Hand above you head!"
"I'm not giving up on her. I love her. Can you understand that Jack? Haven't you ever loved anyone?"
Of course Jack loved, but every single time it would just end in tragedy. In fact, he was in love now, with a certain Welshman who knew how to make his morning coffee just the way he wanted it.
"You're worse than anything locked up down there! One day, I'll have the chance to save you and I'll watch you suffer and die."
"It was the only thing that would stop her!"
The last line was more of a plea for f
Relationship in DistressIt was becoming a weekly event. I, the studly dude in distress, would find myself captured and my super-heroine girlfriend would rush to the rescue and save me just in time.Relationship in Distress1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
So once again, I was in extreme peril. I was tied naked to a log in a sawmill. My arms were cruelly and tightly wrapped around the log.My legs were tied spread eagled so that my large rod would be the first to feel the painful cold sharp steel of the buzzsaw as the log (with me on it) slowly made its way to be shredded.
"Looks like you're done for this time, helpless male," Evilina Darkspell laughed. She was dressed in her trademark black bikini, stiletto heels, cape and mask. Really it was quite an inefficient outfit for all the fighting that evil supervillainesses inevitably found themselves having to do. Of course, she overpowered me while she was wearing that outfit so I wasn't going to say anything. I felt emasculated enough being kidnapped every week. I wasn't about to be giving fashion advice.
I was really i
What I wantWhat I want, is for the hate to stop.What I want5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What I want, is for love to go strong.
I need to have you listen to me.
So listen up!
the love has stopped flowing between us.
All for a stupid thing.
How could we let it come between us in the first place?
That is something you must answer yourself.
I cannot always be around to help you out when something goes wrong.
So stay by me and I'll stand by you.
What I want is for the sensation of hatred to no longer flow in our veins.
What I want is for the love to ebb.
What I need... is you...
The EssayThe EssayThe Essay6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Brian! Hi! Could you help me with something? I just got assigned an essay to write in my philosophy class and I picked something I think you can help me with. I just want to hear a few of your thoughts. That ok? Beth Hart looked up at Brian Fellows with expectant eyes. Hed just put the key in the door to his dorm. He turned around with a tired smile and looked over Beth. Itd been a long day at work but he was more than happy to devote his time to her.
Brian held open the door for Beth as she skipped in, plucked a jar of peanut butter from the counter and began finger-scooping it out. Brian frowned at her, to which she stuck out her brown tongue and remarked, No wurs than you do!
She then scoured the fridge for a cold Guinness but found only lukewarm Coors, Tom just got back didnt he? Beth cradled the bottle in her hands and glanced down the hall.
If you mean he went shopping, thats partly true. He got those and
Boys and GirlsPut your lipstick and your best dress on,Boys and Girls5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wear your high heels like you mean it,
Walk out onto the street like your proud
Of the fact that you don't fit.
Smile at the boys because you know you can,
Because they will whistle as you pass,
Because they love you for how you stride,
Because of what it does to your ass.
See the city light and the bright colours,
And revel in the otherness of you.
Fearless and fragile, you dance with them all,
Wondering, 'What if they knew?'
So what if you've always felt more at home
In six inch heels than football boots,
And prefer the feel of a cocktail dress
Than stifling businessmen's suits.
You've earned the right in your own world,
To be whoever you want to be,
And with the beatings and insults you took,
You'd think they'd have started to see.
You stand and smile on the corner,
Watching the boys and the girls,
Thinking how silly they all look,
Trying to be normal in an abnormal world.
ebony woodsalot of the spelling is wrong, and also, i was in the middle of changing the characters names so they switch on and offebony woods10 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Jean - TG with a GenieBrian stared at the pink orb in front of him, pinching the tiny thing between his thumb and forefinger. "You want me to swallow this?" the eighteen year old asked, after a moment.Jean - TG with a Genie5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, Mr. Daniels, that is exactly what we want," smiled the woman who had introduced herself as Sally, leaning over the table a little bit to show off her cleavage. Brian swallowed, the pill sliding down his throat on automatic as he did his best not to stare at the brown locks floating on her cleavage as she absentmindedly dusted them off.
"So, you um going to tell me the effects now?" he asked, after a moment, wrenching his eyes upward to meet her crystalline blue ones. They sparkled a little, as she smiled.
"The test trials you have agreed to represent a rather large interest our firm has, regarding a contract we hold with the Djin world. This is our latest endeavor, the maturation of which you are to be responsible for,"
"And I get five hundred bucks, right?" he asked, nervously. He did
Just a Quiet Afternoon"Hey Rita, it's Cassie" purred the attractive red-head down the line. "Wondering if you'd like to come over a lunch and DVDs, like we used to every Saturday, you know?" However her friend's response was not the automatically positive one she expected. "But I have so much work to catch up on and I was hoping to work on our... problem" Cassie's expression darkened and her face arranged itself into a pout as she played with her long ponytail, but as if Rita could detect what was about to come next she continued "But I will admit its been awhile and some downtime would be nice. I'll over there in about half hour, okay?" After Cassie's hopeful goodbye faded and Rita hung up, she signed as she hit the speed dial button for her local Pizza Smash to double her usual Saturday lunch order to four large pizzas. Once upon a time she and Rita would spend every Saturday together without fail and would be hard pressed to get through one large pizza, back when they just passionate art major Cassie SuvJust a Quiet Afternoon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Belly Dancer - TGNorton flipped the channel up; nothing. He flipped the channel down; no better results. Undeterred he checked the menu for what would come on next, and then sighed. He wondered whether there were any good books in the house.Belly Dancer - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"God I wish something good was on TV," he muttered after a moment, and then blinked. He had the sudden sense of being watched.
"Something with belly dancing maybe?" asked a voice. He jumped a little, lifting a bowl of popcorn he couldn't remember getting in the process. A manicured hand dug itself into the bowl, lifting it to a perfectly formed and pouty lips. "Hold that for me, will ya?' she demanded around a mouthful of popcorn. "Wish detection is hungry work. And thirsty," she admitted.
There was a soda in his hand. She leaned forward to sip from it, granting an extent of cleavage in the process. He pulled his eyes away from that for a moment in order to take the intruder in. Full brown hair framed a delicate looking face in what looked to be an equally delicate
Botgirl - 1"I cannot believe that you have just "lost" our top secret project. What have you been thinking and do you know what danger it forms to this city, the country and probably even the whole world? Honestly, do you?Botgirl - 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm sorry, so very sorry!"
"Sorry isn't anything that we can reverse your stupid action with! Our project is lost! For breaking rule 45, losing top secret equipment, I can't see any other disciplinary punishment than storage in our cryogenic facility where our scientists will be ordered to use your body for testing and observations. This is the only possible punishment that can be given. Honestly, if it weren't against the company's rules, I'd have killed you right here, right now. Now please friends, get him out of my sight.
"No, wait, wait, pleaaaaaase!"
Meanwhile, June found herself on her way back having visited her best friend. She fell off her bike by the powerful storm that was raging over her residence. She landed with her left shoulder on a rather large briefcase. Bei
Red LightRed LightRed Light11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lightning is flashing through the sky like a massive iridescent wave crashing onto the treetops. I've never seen lightning so bright. It's never one bolt zigzagging through the night sky and tearing it open like one would expect. It's as if a defective electric blue light-bulb the size of a meteor is swinging violently over the quaint little place I like to call Earth. A place, that if the past couple hours I've been wishing to Hell.
I'm doing what every woman at certain points in her life ahs to do, just as a result of being a woman. I'm lying on my couch staring at my ceiling, trying to resist howling worthy of competition with the thunder rolling across the surely dilapidated heavens. If only I were so lucky for it to be out of pleasure. No, of course not. It is out of sheer pain, a series of spasmodic, just-bordering-on-numbing-but-not-quite, agony worthy of St. Agnes herself, known otherwise as menstrual cramps.
That's right, the bull is charging, my aunt has off
Geeky Giantess GirlfriendLynne sighed happily as she strolled down the street, grinning from ear to ear as she carried a bag in one hand that was full to the brim, her boyfriend Elliot walking alongside her with a coke bottle in one hand and a similar bag in another. Both bags were emblazoned with the words "GameVendor" on them, the name of the shop they had just been to shortly beforehand. Surrounded by a buzz of traffic, both were heading down the pathway towards the train station, happy with their newest purchases. Or rather, her purchases.Geeky Giantess Girlfriend4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was Lynne's birthday and, along with a few gifts from friends, family members had given her money to spend on whatever she desired and as a gift, Elliot had offered her some money as well as a gift. Naturally, with all this money to spend, there was only one logical place to spend it all - the game shop. Lynne and her friends all shared a love of gaming, regardless of platform - Among other things she possessed both a Nintendo DS and Wii, an Xbox 360 and a PS3, mea
Homophobes Burn TooIn a land where all men are created equal,Homophobes Burn Too4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why am I besmirched?
Why am I a stigma?
Can't you see the hurt?
If all men are created equal,
Why am I hated?
Why can't I live in peace?
Without fear of being beaten,
Simply because I'm me.
Why can't I marry who I want?
Love knows not a gender.
I'm a threat to all your families?
Shut those lies you render.
If all men are created equal,
Why am I dishonored?
It stops now.
There's nothing "glamorous" about it,
So stow your little stigma.
Why complain of a media's bulge,
When you just bring us down.
Don't you say there's a cure,
It's who we are, darling.
It's as if I said we made vaccines,
To cure your narrow-mind,
And ease your ignorance.
If God loves us all,
Then why does he hate the fags?
Were we made this way,
To burn in hell?
I refuse to believe that.
If there's a God,
He loves us all.
Last time I checked,
There was a little thing called,
"Love thy neighbor".
And even if he isn't the same,
You respect him, you honor hi
Yoga Class Chapter 6Later that night, Monica was sitting at home trying to figure out what had happened that day. "That was funny, but I still have no idea what's going on. How did I did do that?" she asked herself while staring at the picture of the woman bound to the wall with her head in a bubble.Yoga Class Chapter 65 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I could have some fun with this." she commented to herself and went to bed.
The next day at work, everyone was crowded in the Lab to look at the helpless Theresa along the wall. Only she and Monica knew how she got there. Monica wasn't about to say anything and no one could understand Theresa through the pink sphere on her head.
Monica was on top of the world. That is until she got home and saw Debbie on the front step again.
"How was work today?" Debbie asked cheerfully.
"Don't you have anything better to do than wait for me to come home?"
"Not really. See you tonight at yoga."
Monica groaned. As she closed her front door an idea dawned on her. "Tonight will be a class you won't forget you little twit."
Character Profile - DivebombCharacter Profile - Divebomb5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name: Portia Kayla-Collingswood
Nickname: Divebomb (previously known as Powerglide and Swoop)
Theme Song: Divebomb by Red Tape
Height: 5'11" (180cm)
Weight: 64kg (141lbs)
Place of Birth: George Town, Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands
Current Residence: Surrey, England
Wrestling Style: Brawler
A vibrant and socialable hero, Portia Collingswood is the life and soul of the party. In battle she's more at home swooping high in the sky, raining grenades on enemies or performing death-defying plunge dives with her arm blades. Above average in close combat, but usually hampered by her bulky wingpack, Divebomb prefers fast hit-and-run attacks to prolonged brawls.
The child of a British industrialist and a leading banker from the Caribbean, Portia was brought up with the easy-going
Lecture - TG with a GenieJean hesitated, gaze flicking to the opening and her locker and back to the former boy on her carpet as she let out a quick curse. She should have known that putting a second home in her locker wouldn't be a good idea.Lecture - TG with a Genie5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Um Hi, teach," she managed, smiling brightly at the eye focused there. "I don't suppose you'll just forget this for a moment, would ya?"
"Get out of there right now, young lady!" snapped Mr. Gozem, forcing her to wince at the nose. She felt her body drift to smoke in her agitation, regaining its form a few moments later as she blushed. "I did not come to this school just to have some newling genie is that your classmate on the floor?"
She hesitated, glancing at the blonde breathing heavily on the floor, a flash of guilt going through her. "He was gonna reveal me," she murmured, avoiding eye contact as she rubbed one arm against the other.
The teacher glared, not speaking as she fidgeted. "How did you know?' she asked after a moment, biting her lip at the tho
Bimbo tfa voice in Kim's head said. Kim opens her eyes, and looks at the clock. "Zoey... it's 6:30.... am," Kim said, sleepy. <I know, but all good girls go to school!> Zoey laughs. Kim grunts, "I am not going to school." Zoey responds, angrily, Kim looks around, seeing it all feminine. She sits up, and looks at a mirror. The reflection shows Zoey standing there, and Kim stares. "Hey," Zoey says. "How?" Kim asks. Zoey smiles, "Well, while you were asleep, I took control. I altered your room, and well, created this mirror. Now, don't worry. Whether you are Phoenix, or Kim, or I am in control, this room shifts to fit that person. As for the mirror, we can talk, face to face." Kim stares, then looks around, "How did you do this, especially being a weaker demon then me?" Zoey laughs, "Well, missy, I borrowed your powers, and some memories. Whether you like it or not, we can excess each other's memories." Kim growls, standing up. She mutters a spell, but nothing happens. "I combine our powers, soBimbo tf5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black Goddess RisingShe was made of the night itself, an inexorable creature that thrived on darkness and passion. Black as coals her eyes were; great pools that reflected entire galaxies within them. Eyes that offered worlds of possibilities and an endless and flawless façade with which to hide her lies. They were set in a pale face and framed by a tempest of black curls that cascaded across her soft, curving shoulders and hung down her back. Her dress looked as though it was woven of deepest waters and stardust. Each movement she made was fluid-like and seemed as if though she were floating through the air with the elegance and grace of liquid conforming to its environs.Black Goddess Rising7 years ago in Horror More Like This
She touched him, gently at first, then firmly pushing him back against the wall she pressed her ear up against his chest: his heart beat strongly with what she recognised was a love for her. Kissing his neck she cried one single, silent tear and allowed it to slide down first her cheek then his chest. Despite being aware of what wo