AnniversaryAnniversaryAnniversary4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their meetings were always hurried, full of touches that were just a little too hard and kisses that involved too much tooth. Neither complained, there was no time for them to argue now. No time for prolonged, wordless struggles as to who was on top, no time to tease. It just happened.
It was only in the afterglow, the bittersweet sweat and laboured breaths, that they talked. Quiet murmurs accompanied by lips on skin, a squeeze of the hand on a hip.
"I haven't got long." Jaye would say, his once perfectly straightened and styled blond hair now a mess, stuck to the pillow with sweat.
His partner knew, and would only nod, close his one working eye, and press his lips somewhere else on Jaye's chest. "Did you get it on disc?"
The blond always did he knew how it worked and sat up to pull it from his jacket. He could feel the other man tightening the arm around his waist, as if re
SolsticeSolsticeSolstice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medici castle was on a scale that was rarely built on these days. Three hours ride out of Argonia at a gallop, it sat atop a cliff set just in from the sea, proudly overlooking the de'Medici's traditional holdings to Argonia's west. The land had been in the family for generations, and their line could be traced back even further than that. They were a force in politics, a well-worn family name that would come to Argonia's aid when asked and their constant grip on land so close to the city proved that.
However, it hardly made the place more welcoming in the winter. While heavy tapestries were hung up over the windows and fires were stoked at all hours of the day, there was a distinct chill to the air that crept through the walls itself. Torches lined the corridors, their shadows spooking the servant's children as their shirked their duties. The entire affair, outside of the noble's wing, felt much like a
Hot Hotter Hot Hottest IntroMy balls were sticking to my inner thigh like a baby seal clinging to an Antarctic shore. Unfortunately, the camera was pointed right at me, so I couldn't do the leg-shake maneuver to get them loose. I saw the set of Hello, Good Morning! with Buster through two pea-sized holes drilled into my velvet helmet. Crayola had puked on the walls, the floor, the blocks, the rug, and even Buster. That was me, the rainbow-colored dog that came up on TV from dawn til noon. Outside of Busters Play Pen was the black, soulless collection of cameras and producers and directors sitting in fold-up chairs who occasionally yelled me through a microphone like I wasnt right in front of them. The sweat permeated in the depths of my fur suit because the air was recycled every time I exhaled. I re-realized how much I hated doing kid shows. Being on a childrens program was just like being in a porno; as soon you were recorded, no one could take your acting seriousHot Hotter Hot Hottest Intro4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
SelfishSelfishSelfish5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was a hurried, messy meeting. Over a month had passed and while neither of them particularly liked the risk involved, what was meant to be a quick report had rapidly turned into a fully blown make out session. Mattie, tall, dark and still clad in his three-day-worn military colours had made short work of shoving all of Marquis neatly stacked paperwork onto the floor, pressing the smaller man down onto the varnished wood instead. Marquis would have protested were he not so occupied by the tongue down his throat and Matties heavy hands tugging at his hair. Hed worked hard to catch up his kings deskwork while banned from military campaigns and now hed have to sort it all again but it was so hard to be angry when the other man acted like this, like hed honestly missed him and for just now wanted to focus on the here, now and not what kept them apart. Mattie wasnt the talking t
Four over Five - KiribanFour over FiveFour over Five - Kiriban5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whoevers idea it was to host a bar in the beached hull of a long-forgotten mariner should be labelled a genius. The black sea sloshed sleepily outside, blanketed by a sky loose-knit enough for the stars to peek through. Im romanticising it all; grungy high-rises pushed the beach back day by day, sand was doped up on forgotten syringes and Heaven lay like some beached whale against the moon.
Heaven. Stupid name for a bar, really. Id lost track of how many drunkards had shambled in hollering for entertainment, having mistaken the buzzing neon sign outside to be advertising a brothel. I felt the name a last resort, so out of place. The décor protested it. Countless shelves and crannies inside the bull boasted a maritime theme that was difficult to ignore. A brass teapot sat proudly in the porthole beside me, one of four Id counted through my visits, and bearded maps peeled free of th
SleepSleepSleep6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh gods above, what had he done? The memories were fuzzy and vague, although there was no reason for them to be. Hed walked for hours, he remembered that part, though it had felt as though he had hovered above his own tired, charred body. Charred? A fire, he guessed, that hed somehow been caught up in. The sand was surprisingly cool beneath his cheek as he lay there, mind and body numb with confusion and the clench of guilt. Guilt, he realised now, sat where hed always thought love would, just below the ribs; a solid pressure pushing to meet his spine and go all the way through him. As depressing as it sounded, that was all he felt right now aside from the sand, and sand hardly felt solid. What was worse was that he couldnt for the life of him remember why.
Is he dead? Ryker felt something press against his ribs, a toe he guessed, but didnt move. He couldnt
Dream A Better DreamDream A Better Dream1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where's My Mommy? Where's my daddy". I'm sorry little one, they're no longer here. Close your eyes, go to sleep, and dream a better dream.
They may not be with us anymore, but I know where they'll always be: In your heart and in your dreams. So dream a better dream.
When you're scared. Just close your eyes and dream your best dream. In your dreams, you're safe and sound and you make your world your own.
In your dreams, you'll see them there. In your dreams, they'll always be there. I'm sorry they can't always be with you. I'm sure they're sorry, too. Just close your eyes and dream your dream, and make a wish, too.
As you dream a better dream, remember that wish you made. To see your mommy? To see your daddy? To have them hold you one last time? Just close your eyes, go to sleep, and dream.
What is Democratic Socialism?What is Democratic Socialism?2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Democratic socialists believe that both the economy and society should be run democraticallyto meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Americans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives. Democracy and socialism go hand in hand. All over the world, wherever the idea of democracy has taken root, the vision of socialism has taken root as welleverywhere but in the United States. Because of this, many false ideas about socialism have developed in the US. With this pamphlet, we hope to answer some of your questions about socialism.
Doesn't socialism mean that the government will own and run everything?
Democratic socialists do not want to create an all-powerful government bureaucracy. But we do not want big corporate bureaucracies to control
SoulmatesSoulmatesSoulmates3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I see her face when my eyes are closed
She lives in my heart and I in hers
My dark-haired beauty, my soulmate
A lifetime of love; given, accepted
Cherished beyond measure
A love so deep it creates its own space
Where none other dare intrude
A love story for the ages
But some stories are never written
Never put to the pen
For others to marvel and sigh over
To shine through the future as beacons
Of the truth of love
She died before we met
These are the great love stories never written
Lives lived out in the sorrow of the soul
Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:Do Not Cry4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
Crumbling Conversations"It is something to know ~ that a penis in tow,Crumbling Conversations2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and an arm
are very, very different...
neither is the measure of a master creator
nor long waving stave of divinity.", the matriarch said,
baring a strangle hold on the wrangled mould
as she spoke to the Tiny Hiney Man.
Clearly, a 'Ms. Under', standing
heeled and balanced in the cracks.
Hiney Man looked on
as mustaches were hard to come by, and not every noble nose could afford one.
"And where there are pussies, there's milk, I assure
the kind that kittens with mittens adore...", the matriarch finally felt fit to admit
as the crowd failed to roar, and the bulb never lit.
The stubbornness, yes
of sure-footed guests
wittingly lifting and more
Those heels of hers dug in ~
all to the chagrin
The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch. 4 Past HistoryThe Visitor From Curtisville--Ch. 4 Past History1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4--Past History
A herd of twenty licorn glided out of the surrounding forest, spiral horns and fluffy silvery hides glinting in the moonlight as they clattered across the cobblestone streets. They splashed in and out of a shallow creek that meandered through the front yard of one of stately townhouse, throwing up liquid moonbeams from their flying deer-like hooves. Finally growing weary of their wild games, they broke up into small groups, wandering up the hedge bordered streets to graze on lawn grasses and clover. Suddenly one of the licorn snorted, as a sickly oily odor filled its delicate nostrils. Its mane bristled all the way down its spine as the scent awoke a deep primal fear. Others soon sensed it too and panicked, and the whole herd quickly turned and vanished into the trees as silently as they had appeared.
Lolly Mcclaren's stride slowed as she made her way down the main stree
Who needs heroes?"Well at least the week is nearly over, just one more day after this," Arthur smiled to his son Connor who was sitting opposite him on the train.Who needs heroes?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur lived by himself with Connor. His wife had left a long time ago, the reason never quite made clear. Neither Arthur or Connor spoke much of her, they didn't need to. Together both of them were happy. Well, apart from every weekend where Connor would beat Arthur at football in the local park. It would be hard to imagine the two of them any happier, even if Arthur's football skills were no match for his 10 year old son.
Connor was i'll and had the day off school. Arthur had to take him into work as the child minder had failed to show up on time, not that it wasn't to be expected. Arthur often wondered why he even paid her at all.
It was 08.40 on the 7th of July, two days before Connors birthday.
Arthur had brought him a book, one that Connor had been going on about for ages.
"Spys and secret agents! Dad it's the coolest book out, all the
Round and round the garden..Sing to me and hold me until I go to sleep. That's a test of loyalty if ever there was one, for I am gathering dust upon layers of false chintzy cheeriness and glittery clothes. Look at me. To you I will always be that child, but to her I am that shadow whose name she can't quite remember, but does it matter? Green and purple became me, but I look at you and see nothing but a vorpal grin. Tick-tock, tick-tock! We are shadow people now, you and I. They will soon forget us and soon pass us by in the street, unsure if we were ever acquainted. I'm only 5 years old, or so they keep telling me. I'll clap my hands and giggle as we slowly tear the skin off of each others faces, because it's nothing more than a game and we'll be home in time for tea. Don't worry, we'll burn the photographs- just in case. History is there to be rewritten, isn't it darling?Round and round the garden..1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The first Roulin stays strong in my dreams. Wherever I go, I see her face and I am unable to rest. She is no longer Mother, figure I bow down
Night of the ForestI knew I shouldn't have walked in there alone.Night of the Forest1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was no other option though, I had to prove to myself that I had the guts to do it. I didn't want anyone to call me a coward ever again.
Darkness swept slowly but surely over the forest as I walked the road. There was no one around, I guess that's no surprise though, nobody walks in the forest at this time of night.
Or so I thought..
A gentle wind breezed as I looked at my surroundings. I hadn't been in this forest since I was little, so I didn't recognize much from my childhood. There was however a big rock on the side of the road that I remembered. I used to play tag with my sister around that area, and she would always climb up that damn rock, making me unable to tag her.
Suddenly, everything went quiet.
There was no wind, no animal sounds, no nothing.
I felt a chill down my spine. Someone, or SOMETHING was watching me.
I had walked for quite a while in the forest, so it would still take some time for me to run all the way back. I
Will O' Wisps "Follow the will o' wisp..." A disembodied voice quietly whispered into the young girl'sWill O' Wisps1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
ear, fading away as fast as it had come.
The small girl looked around for a moment, befuddled, but returned to her walk when she saw that no one was there. All around her loomed tall, ancient trees; with leaves the color of twilight draping over head. The route she was taking was one that countless others had followed; some had never returned. Despite this, her natural curiosity was peaked. What was at the end of that road? Why had so many people just vanished off the face of the earth? She would find out even if it meant disappearing as well.
With each step she took, the leaves crunching beneath her feet, the light at the end of the trail seemed to glow brighter. Perplexed, she shifted her gaze to the her surroundings. The real world seemed to fall away. The trees remained the same, but everywhere she looked sat small creatures; pixies, brownies, and ny
How I Fell in LoveHey you! Yes, you. Love her.How I Fell in Love4 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Make Me Famous (CYSI) Part 1Hello there~ What you have just stumbled upon is a small part of a BL story project I may be working on that I like to call "Can You Ship It?". This is mostly because of my friends insisting that I post something (and bribery from my dear sissy), so I decided why not create a story where the ships are chosen by the readers? This is by far not the most fantastic thing I've written. In fact, I got pretty lazy with this first part xD! So, I hope nobody expected anything more than what you're getting. This is the first part, more of an introduction than an actual chapter. ^-^ And it really is not very high quality writing! >.Make Me Famous (CYSI) Part 14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sizable WordsAs our bodies conflate, I notice how demure you are.Sizable Words5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
You comely, becoming boy, how so?
The denouement is that your dulcet ebullience has left your desultory.
This is no dalliance between humans, your eyes are your crestfallen cynosures.
Add this to your eloquence and I assure you, you are no ephemeral elixir.
I will imbue frisson in you constantly so you have no time to brood.
Or am I the ingénue?
Inured with the idea of bringing out such a faculty to reach its fullest potential.
Mayhaps one day I can hear your soliloquy on the topic of serendipity, and you might mention my name.
SunsetPersonally, I like sunsets more than sunrises. I feel like I have more of a reason to like sunrises. After all, they could symbolize rebirth, new life, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, so many possibilities yet to come. But no, I prefer sunsets, the way Sun streaks the sky with vibrant purples and reds. The way Luna counters Sun, her army of stars arising around her. But Sun does not go down without a fight. The sky is red with the blood of the stars, pawns in the game of violent love. For it is a violent love between the sun and the moon, star-crossed lovers, forever forbidden to share each other's company. So they battle, for if there cannot be love, there must be war. That is why i like sunsets more. Sunsets tell a story.Sunset7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
If Happy Was a ColorIf happy was a color, it would be a soft yellow, or a light lavender, or both, intertwining. It would be the golden coat of a newborn puppy, the vibrant hue of a blossoming buttercup. It would be the gentle shade of a lilac, the soft cream of vanilla. Happiness is something that blooms and grows, like a smile slowly spreading across someone's face. Happiness is a warmth, slowly seeping into all parts of your body. Happiness is sturdy, safe, secure, but also wild, bounding, untamed. It is the clear turquoise water of the ocean. Happiness is your friends, your family, spending all the time in the world with them. It is your first pet theat is all your own, who you love with all your heart. That's what happiness is. Happiness is love.If Happy Was a Color7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Schrodinger's CatSchrödinger's cat is a thought experiment often seen as a paradox devised by Austrian physicist Erwin Schrödinger in the 30's. It illustrates what he saw as the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects, resulting in a contradiction with common sense. The scenario presents a cat in a box, with a vial of poison that will break open at a random time. As the box is fully closed, there is no way to know if the cat is either dead or alive, and so, he may be seen as both. The only way to be sure is to open the box...Schrodinger's Cat8 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So, I decided to open the box, but it gave me some resistance. It's like it wanted to be opened, but was playing hard to. It was strange trying to, but I didn't want to force it and break the vial myself, and so, little by little, I let the cat come out by itself. After a series of random events, the cat appeared around me, very much alive indeed...
I should have learned never to give up...
What Grinds My GearsOf all things I've said and done, I regret the ones I said without thinking I could ever regret them. Not going into details, but there have been moments when I rushed into meaningless words or sentences just to please another one. And although I have perfect conscience that I regret them, I clearly still haven't learned that I can think before I open my mouth. Which makes me the worst kind of dumb; the one that no matter how hard he hits the wall, he comes back even further to hit it harder.What Grinds My Gears8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Obviously my last message wasn't completely understood by some, but that's the price you have to pay when you're dealing with incompetent fuc- Pardon me, dear reader, it wasn't my point to came here and blabber about this issue. I came with a purpose, and I shall explain it right away.
I am undoubtedly sure that you must one someone who says "And not a single f*ck was given that day", or something of sorts, right? Well, if you think about it, if those people don't give any f*cks, why do tha
My Life is a Museum of Fallen MemoriesThe things I see, but do not speak of...My Life is a Museum of Fallen Memories8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
The things I hear, but do not speak of...
I could write a book...
But I won't...
People know I don't care, so why do they bother to do some stuff in front of me?
Is it all just to piss me?
How am I supposed to move past the past, when the past keeps following, even when I turned my back on it? I'm long past my past, so why won't it leave me alone?
Look, I've said all I could to you. I've done all I could.
I can't help it if I don't feel the same as I did back then.
I changed my path. I'm down a new road. All I need is for you to leave me alone. Please. Cut any string still attached, stop following my tracks, stop searching for me around towns and motels. I'm all done with you.
It may not have been my choice, or it might. Whatever the case, I just want to move on. I need to get my life straight and I won't be able to do it as long as you keep following me.
Granted I made you suffer alot, but think about me. Think of all I suffered and all