sugarbellies"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Alice squeaked, getting on the tip of her toes on the top of the ladder, to place pink-filled decorations on the once naked wall. A bit of her belly somehow managed to poke it's way through her shirt's delicate hem, and no matter what, Alice just couldn't seem to pull her shirt far enough below her waistline to cover up. She couldn't help but blush at the idea of someone else staring at her tummy, especially when it was too blatant to ignore.sugarbellies2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I mean... look, I know the prince is coming, and I know you want the bakery to look p-presentable..." Alice reddened, as she tripped over her words. "But why do I have to do all the decorations when I can hardly reach the ceiling on this ladder, Ellie?"
Ellie sighed, happily at the sight of Alice's tummy. "Well," Ellie began, tapping a finger at her chin, "you can reach more easily than me!"
Alice was nearly fumbling to stand on the top of the ladder, and e
The Fourth Wishi.The Fourth Wish5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She's an ocean-eyed dreamer who could fit the skies of a thousand worlds into her mayfly heart. She's got an angel face and a nasty little smile, and she knows all the secrets in her world. All she wants is to carry on dreaming, so she wishes for dragonfly wings and bottled summer nights and sleep that doesn't have to end. That insidious smile lingers, and she won't surrender her dreams even when her life support stumbles and dies.
He's a romantic with an acoustic soul and steel string scars on his fingertips. He's saving his lovesongs for a perfect girl with summer rolling off her skin and winter in her eyes, and he's never stopped believing that she's out there somewhere. He wishes for her to be everything he's waited for, for her to find him, and for her to be happy. It's a pity he forgets to ask for her to love him back.
She's a revolutionary with a landmine heart and a switchblade tongue. There's dirt and sand under her fingernails and wind in her hair, and she
Just The CaretakerJust The CaretakerJust The Caretaker7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'm coming, I'm coming, no need to kill the...Jack?"
"...What are you doing here?"
"Does it matter? It's being Welsh out here. Can't I come in?"
"Being Welsh, sir?"
"Hey, you started with my name, now stick with it. And yes, it's being Welsh."
"How is it being Welsh, s-"
"...How is it being Welsh, Jack?"
"Rain isn't exclusive to Wales."
"It is today."
"No it isn't."
"How would you know?"
"Because it's monsoon season in India."
"...Why do you know that?"
"Because I'm half Indian."
"...No, really, how do you know that?"
"Too many pub quizzes."
"You do pub quizzes?"
"If you're coming in, come in. I don't want drowned man on my doorstep."
"Charming, Ianto. Your beautiful Welsh vowels sounded a little harsher there."
"It is my evening off, sir."
"Enough with the sir!"
"Then enough with the dripping in my hallway. Go in the kitchen and drip on the tiles."
"Second on the right."
"Any particular reason you decided to des
1- I Blow Up the Ice Cream Woman1- I Blow Up the Ice Cream Woman4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1 I Blow Up the Ice Cream Woman
I took a deep breath and pulled down the door handle. Maybe this year would be different, maybe I wouldn't be expelled for the seventh time in eight years; maybe I could break a personal record. Not likely, but maybe. Never really fitting in didn't help the fact, but this year I wouldn't need friends; my step-dad had said if you make it past sixth and seventh then maybe life will be easy. I think he meant grades in school, but he never really specified.
I shoved open the door; my first look at the classroom ruining my hopes for all of those maybes.
I hoped I had walked into the wrong classroom, maybe it was a sixth grade room, because it looked more like a kindergarten classroom. Picture-books lined the shelves and pretty little pastel flower cutouts grew from the window sill. The desks made little clusters on the rainbow carpet floor. It looked like a unicorn had puked up on the place. Seriously, there was even a toy bin. I was just about to t
Yoga Class Chapter 9Monica finally pulled up in front of her house and carried her captive inside. Once she got into the bedroom, she pressed her lips to the bubble again and blew until the bubble was big enough to let Debbie move around, but still not big enough to let her stand. Debbie was on her knees as she tried to pop her pink prison again.Yoga Class Chapter 95 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Aww, that's so cute. She thinks she can get free." Monica said kicking the bubble again. Debbie lost her balance and landed on her back.
"Now what to do with my new toy?" Monica taunted. "I wonder how good of a chair you'd be?" Monica flopped down on the bubble.
The bubble flattened down a bit under Monica's weight. Debbie was forced down on her hands and knees. She pressed hopelessly against the bubble and looked up to see Monica's pink butt only inches from her head. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her.
"Very comfy." Monica giggled. "But now it's time for bed." She got up and striped down to her bra and thong. Monica then flipped t
The KeyThe Key5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
The key to my home?
It´s in a stone.
In a stone?
Well you see,
The stone eats the key.
How could this be?
I use to deposit my key on the floor
and then the stone eats it.
Is this how it keeps it?
Well yes, but it´s not bad.
The stone then lies on the flower bed.
And it protects my key to the bone.
This lovely helpful stone!
Dot Hack FMG: BlackRose's Muscle DrinkThe online game The World was gradually becoming more and more corrupted. Invincible monsters, fields with large sections missing, vanishing treasure and sudden level-downs; the amount of problems occurring within the servers seemed to grow with every passing day. There have even been reports of players falling into comas after being attacked by strange creatures. The system administrators could do nothing to fix the situation; they were completely powerless against this online game. It was an absolute catastrophe.Dot Hack FMG: BlackRose's Muscle Drink3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
BlackRose was particularly well-aware of the suffering that The World's contamination caused. Her younger brother was currently in the hospital, the only signs of him still living the blood pumping through his heart and the air passing through his lungs. It had been over a week since he suddenly slipped into a coma while playing the game. Desperate to save her brother, she had been working alongside Kite, a player who seemed to possess an ability to cure the system's ailment
Please Wake Me Up 01Please Wake Me UpPlease Wake Me Up 016 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Torchwood Fanfiction set after 'Cyberwoman'
Lisa's death is crushing Ianto, what can Jack do to help him?
On a silent night in Cardiff, somewhere deep below the Roald Dahl Plass, in a dark and blood-stained room two men were struggling.
"Leave me! Don't...don't separate us! Lisa!"
Jack had tried to separate the young Welshman from the corpse of his former lover but this proved to be an even harder task than eliminating this threat in the first place. The corpse should be put into the mortuary but Ianto wouldn't let Jack even come near her, defending her blood smeared body like a lioness her child.
"Ianto, Ianto she's dead! She won't come back, do you understand?"
That was the moment Ianto's fist connected a second time with Jack's jaw line and that in a rather unpleasant way.
What a hook!
Jack couldn't really remember the last time someone hit him with such force.
"You could have saved her! Killer, murderer, monster..."
Attack of the 50 foot Lalna Lalna was tightening some bolts with his wrench and smiling to himself. He had been trying to create a machine that would change the mass of objects and, after a long time he finally finished building it. In a matter of minutes, he'd be able to change the mass of his and his friends' building materials. Instead of building a statue, they could just get a teacup and make it bigger to pose as a statue for the Jaffa Cafe. Oh the possibilities! Hopefully this one would work better then the last ray gun he had made. It had been a failure and it nearly cost his friends' lives. Thank god Honeydew snapped him out of it...Attack of the 50 foot Lalna3 years ago in Humor More Like This
When he was done attaching the last part, he charged the battery he needed for the machine and examined his creation. His gloved hand felt for any loose parts and, as it passed by a slightly faulty metal area, he yelped when he got cut.
He'd have to fix that little spike on the metal surface...
The battery was soon charged up and the time to test h
Better With Four Chapter OneChapter OneBetter With Four Chapter One7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rose lay on her bed. It was one of those rare moments of peace and she and her friends, Martha and Donna, had decided to spend the afternoon relaxing while the Doctor put in some upgrades to the TARDIS. Rose lay under her pink comforter, door closed, and everything off, while she read her book.
She was so engrossed in it that it took her awhile to notice that there was a bell ringing in the corridor outside her door. She put her book down and listened.
Sweets! she heard the Doctor yell. I have boiled sweets, licorice, white mice, Venusian Farfol snacks and many more, come and buy sweets off my trolley!
Rose was shocked. The Doctor was peddling sweets down the corridors? She knew there were times when he would get bored, but bored enough to sell candy to them?
Leaping from the bed, she ran to the door, flung it open, and raced out. She noticed that Donna and Martha had come out and all of them were standing there, staring at the Doctor who was standin
Yoga Class Chapter 1"Ms. Clarke, I think your exactly what been looking for. You start tomorrow." A man wearing a white polo shirt and khaki pants said. He stood up and shook the hand of the busty brunette wearing a business- style suit standing on the opposite end of the desk. "Welcome to the Peterson candy company."Yoga Class Chapter 15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm honored to be a part of the company." The woman lied as she turned to leave
"Can't believe the only job I can get is quality control for a stupid candy factory. Is this what it feels like to hit rock bottom?" she said to herself as got in her green Dodge Neon and drove away. She pulled up in front a brick duplex building and got out of the car.
"Hey Monica. How'd the job interview go?" a young blonde woman asked in a perky voice that bordered on annoying from her front step.
"Not bad Debbie. I got the job." Monica said in a monotone voice not bothering to look at her neighbor. Monica would have thought Debbie was being condescending if she wasn't so ditzy.
"That's great!" Deb
Harder Every Time: 2 YAOI "Mom?" Devyn asked slowly. "What are you doing here?"Harder Every Time: 2 YAOI4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She took her bold, auburn, sunglasses off, long eyelashes flickering a moment revealing her deep, brown, eyes. "can't I see my son without him questioning me?" she asked, recrossing her long, supermodel legs.
"You look really, really, familliar..." Ryan pointed out.
"XXX:Fire, Playboy Guest feature, Bitch magazine... she actually is a model." Devyn rehearsed. "There's more, but I really shouldn't say those ones."
"I have probably seen them at the corner stand by my work." Ryan nodded.
"Good eye. Devyn, darling, why didn't you tell me you had such an adorable little new boyfriend?" She asked, pouting.
"last time I saw you, you said that you would never speak to me again till i got married to a nice chick." Devyn nodded sarcasti
Greatest Sin - Jack:IantoJack decided kissing Ianto was like a consecration and a sin at the same time.Greatest Sin - Jack:Ianto7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, his mind screamed.
Right, right, right, his heart beat.
You just killed his girlfriend One shoulder says.
He came to you, says the other.
Theres that little white fucker that Jack usually ignores.
His cock digging into your thigh says differently.
That guy in black always knows best.
Ianto wants it so badly Jack can taste it when he kisses him, tongue slipping into his mouth, opened with a sigh.
It doesnt make this right
Doesnt make you stop either.
Wiccan WishWiccan WishWiccan Wish10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I could make one wish,
And know that it would come true
I'd wish the whole world wiccan
So you can be a witch too.
I think wiccans get the best in life,
We also get the worst
But thats because the Christians
Rained upon our faith a curse
Common misconceptions of our faith include
Bloodletting, putting spells on men,
Riding broomsticks, eating children
And consorting with Satan
But on the inside, it's not like that,
Nothing like that at all
We're all a part of an intricate web,
A web thats called the world
We stand in circles and call to us
Energy to love and heal
We thank the lord and lady
For what we get out of this deal
We celebrate all of nature
In an intimate way,
Marking all our sabbats with
The dark of night and light of day
We see life as a circle
A never ending cycle
In death we see new beginning
Not the start of trouble
If the whole world was wiccan
More trees would be standing
Greed would almost be nonexistent
And less wars would be starting
Creepy Agunakotol EcologyCreepy Agunakotol Ecology4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Intro: Welcome again, ladies, gents, felynes, and melynxes, nya. 'Tis certainly been a while since I last started, or finished for that matter, an ecology. However, today's creature will be unlike any you've ever seen, mrow. It only seems plausible in the dark depths of our imagination and yet it mirrors our fears in reality. I simply cannot compare this creature to any of the others that I've seen in Minegarde, meow. For this creature in particular, I have given it its own category: The Shadow Dragons, group more fearsome than the Elder Dragons themselves, nya. I must confess it wasn't discovered by me but by a fellow hunter of mine by the name of Darkmane the Werewolf, or so he is called. He invited me to a hunt after having seen it once and behold the fear that it brought to me, nya. After Darkmane left, I followed this creature and recorded him into my book to share and warn you fellow hunter about this nightmare of a Shadow Dragon. This ecology
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 woods11 years ago in Erotic More Like This
HomosexualityHappiness, sadness,Homosexuality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pleasure, and pain.
A sin, a virtue,
A moral, a way,
A life, a group,
Unity, and strength.
Pride and love,
Colors and saints.
Turnstile DoorTurnstile Door2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is a rotating door made of metal or stone, consisting of two panels attached perpendicular to one another around a central axis or pivot. The spaces between the panels form four triangular shaped spaces, roughly five feet in diameter. A medium sized person can push on a panel and cause the door to rotate around the central axis until they can step out onto the other side of the wall.
When first encountered, the turnstile door appears to be a triangular niche in the wall. PCs may notice the crack or space between the turnstile door and the wall. Often the turnstile door will only rotate in one direction. This is a nice device to force PCs to enter a chamber one at a time (once each round). The turnstile door is mechanical, not magical and has the same stats as an ordinary door made of the same material.
"Pain" JackIantothis ist my first fanscribbling ever, so please be nice."Pain" JackIanto7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It takes place at the end of cyberwoman, before Ianto enters the hub again.
I tried to write everything from jacks point of view.
contains a little jack/ianto so don't read those lines if you don't want to
Anger. Regret. Sorrow.
Jack could see all these emotions flashing through that young mans face
He knew those feelings just too well.
The stinging pain in your chest they cause leaving you unable to breathe.
He knew what Ianto was going through.
Jack couldn't help but pitying the young, sobbing man in front of him,
still cradling the remains of the woman who might have been the love of his life.
He knew there was no other way;
Jack had to confront Ianto with what Lisa had become.
The events at Canary Wharf and her partial upgrade had driven her mad.
She wasn't the first uncompleted-Cyberman Jack had come across.
Warehouse 13: Petals Pete, with his inhuman strength, put Taylor on the couch upstairs of Artie's office. Artie asked Myka, "What happen in there? What happen to her?"Warehouse 13: Petals3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Myka shrugged, "I really don't know! She transformed one minute, we were at the door the next and here the second after."
Claudia asked, "So who was it? Did you two find a woman that Pete is still in love with?" Myka looked at Pete and noticed that he knew as well.
"OH! I knew it! Something like that doesn't just die."
Pete spoke up, "No." He started to walk away.
The trio followed, Claudia asked, "Why not?" Pete started to growl. "Wow, he's got the growl d
Red LightRed LightRed Light12 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
XS1 bioXS1 bio3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: XS-1 (Mindy in her human disguise)
Hair color: She hasnt got hair, The metal made to look like hair on the top of her head is green, and her disguises hair color is ginger.
Eye color: Green
Powers/abilities/styles/gifts: - Turn her victims to zombies that will obey her ever command.
-Mind control eyes.
-Fangs inject poison
-Can emit green orbs from her palms.
-Summon thunder and meteorites .etc.
- Few more minor stuffs. :')
-Laser limb : right arms transfors into a laser gun.
-See above in the 'power/abilities/styles/gifts section'.
Birth town: She was built on earth in Tremorton by Prof Wakeman, But she was actually brought to life on planet 'Tenebrae'
Current town: Current planet - Unknown.
History: She was built on planet earth by Professer Noreen Wakeman, as she was intended to be the 'XJ9' model. She was stolen by Vexus, and taken to Cluster prime and stored in a dusty cupboard. When XJ9 (Jenny) Saved the people of Cluster prime,
The Mask: MaskueradeThe Mask:The Mask: Maskuerade1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alison sat there at the island in the kitchen holding a shallow glass filled to the brim with rocks and some sort of piss water passed off for whiskey staring into a mask. It was from her boyfriend Todd and had just been dropped off by a local courier no more the ten or so lonely minutes ago. It had a note attached to from Todd apologizing that he couldn't make it to her company’s annual masquerade.
She wasn’t so much mad that her best red lipstick luscious cocktail dress was rotting there with a glass of whiskey instead of a cocktail. She wasn’t so much mad at the fact that Todd had picked this ugly hunk of wood as his mask to wear to tonight’s event, or the fact that the mask didn't have a strap, a stick, even a damn zipper, to hold it to his face. No she was mad that all the nights he chose to ditch her for the bar and that local sports team it had to be this night. Three years they had been together and two of those three he had made it