Lailand. (WIP)Chapter 1Lailand. (WIP)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There I was, just sitting underneath the old oak tree. It had been such a peaceful twilit night as the winds of Lai softly blew. I watched the water nymphs sing and dance in the moonlit river as I played a ballad of Water.
The wind was so relaxing… so carefree as it caressed my face ever so gently. The grass, a luscious green, waving to the sky. The clouds, just drifting by as the starry night is their sea.
I sighed in awe as this night was truly a wonder. Sadly, it was time for me to leave as it was almost dinner time. I stood up and pulled my blonde hair behind my pointed ears as the wind started rushing their song.
The nymphs had stopped their dance and smiled up on me. I could hear their silent giggles and whispers. I suspect that they are attracted to me. I waved goodbye to my beautiful friends and walked down the dirt path. A guide back to my peaceful village.
I journeyed through the dense forests that walled the entrance to the village. Trees as tall a
MoustacheHer villain’s moustache had finally arrived in the post.Moustache2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Geneviève slapped it on and admired it in the mirror. It was long, divided in two, and pointing stiffly off to the sides with a curl at each end. Oh, yes—it was perfect. Goodbye to queue-jumping and not taking your library books back: it was time to move up to the next rung of being evil. Geneviève did a little dance of glee and twirled the moustache. And then much to her surprise it twirled her.
“Gosh,” she laughed, as she came to a halt. “I can see you’re going to be a handful.”
She examined her reflection once again. The moustache was dark—as dark as the deepest chasm, as black as the deepest despair. She nodded.
“I probably should do something about my hair.”
“Splendid moustache, madam,” said Mabel the hairdresser at Curl Up and Dye.
“Thank you,” said Geneviève. The moustache twitched slightly and the
Together Forever ~ End ~ After EndTogether Forever:Together Forever ~ End ~ After End1 week ago in Horror More Like This
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“….loves me….loves me not…..loves me…” Ib followed Mary’s voice as it echoed through the hall. She was alone now after Garry had stopped to rest. She reached the top of the stairs. The room they had entered with the toy box had changed. It was odd, all pink now with large yellow roses and vines on the far wall. Mary was in the center of the room she plunked the last petal “Loves me not….” She paused for a moment then tossed the stem aside “Loves me!” She smiled “Ah yay now I can…” She muttered something then hurried out of the room. Ib stood there pale as she glanced down at the beautiful blue petals on the dark floor. She walked over and picked up the stem of Garry’s rose. She felt tears fall down her face and hurried back down to Garry.
Once she got down the hall she ran over to h
The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than the one we swore to our nation.
Tiger was born just a few months after that. Ed's four year contract was finished, so she found us a little house near the base. She found a job, and she raised Tiger, almost by herself, while I ran PT, stood firewatch, crawled the obstacle courses, fired my rifle, shipped out on West Pac, and ca
Decembersville Ch. 56Chapter 56 A Most Familiar Surprising GuestDecembersville Ch. 563 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mush, Tammster, mush! I spy with my sexy wounded eyes a little something called the Opera, o' hooded one."
"Get off him, for Christ's sakes," Bella snapped quietly. "People are not only staring in fear."
Chimabell gave his brother a sour look followed by a childish whine, "My god, you are one jealous turkey! Surprised your eyes aren't glowing green already. Because, brother beloved, you do know that I could fetch you a Tammy of your own. All you have to do is ask your lord and master right here. Really, it's alright to speak up every once in a blue moon than get pissed about something you regret not saying."
The mayor spoke of Tammy like he was an item; like sucking the souls out of people and turning them into mindless slaves was but a factory hobby. It did not help that he was riding
Home and DryEveryone occasionally lost socks in the wash but Jane was experiencing a fifty percent casualty rate.Home and Dry5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I don’t understand it,” she muttered to herself, as she pulled the latest load out of the tumble dryer.
Fourteen socks had gone in but only seven had come out. She lined the survivors up: “And it’s always only one from each pair.”
So, she bought herself some sock clips. “You won’t be able to split up now!” she told her new batch. And they didn’t. When Jane opened the tumble dryer at the end of the cycle there were no socks left at all.
Jane screamed in frustration. “What the hell is going on?!”
“That’s exactly it—hell,” came the reply.
Jane turned but all she saw was her sensible cardigan, airing on the clothes rack.
“Who’s there..?” she asked cautiously.
“It’s me—the Sensible Cardigan,” said the Sensible Cardigan. “And the problem is that you
EarwormThere were three things Jimbo hadn’t known before he travelled to the planet of Hepzibah 5 to start his new job:Earworm7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. The Excellent Robotic Company did indeed make parts for robots, but was also run by robots.
2. You should never unplug your immediate boss while he was updating himself, even if he did look like a microwave and you needed somewhere to plug in the kettle.
3. Companies on Hepzibah 5 had the legal right to detain and punish employees.
It was pretty miserable being in solitary in the company’s basement gaol and Jimbo was touched when Gigi came down to visit. She was another off-worlder and the only one of his colleagues inclined to be sympathetic to his situation.
“How are you holding up?” she asked.
“OK,” said Jimbo. “But I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything, have you? What punishment I’m likely to get?” He hesitated. “Is there any likelihood of me keeping my job?”
Gigi gave a hollow laugh.
WordsThe meeting of the support group was taking place in the Dusty Dictionary—a refuge from the world for the archaic and lesser-used words in the English Language.Words7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Who would like to start?” asked the group leader, poltroon. “Ruth, perhaps?”
The word quivered a little. “My name is ruth, and I’m an archaic word….” It gave a sob. “I’m so sorry…”
“Take your time,” said poltroon.
“It’s just so hard!” said ruth. “I haven’t worked in years, and I’m not sure I ever will again. But ruthless is constantly being employed. It doesn’t make any sense. How can people have ruthless without needing ruth?”
Dandled nodded sympathetically. “I rarely get any gigs nowadays myself. But when I do, I turn up and find dangled has pinched the job. ‘He dangled the baby on his knee.’ What the hell does that even mean? Sounds bloody dangerous to me.”
Where I'm FromI am from Tolkien and George LucasWhere I'm From8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shark Week and Harry Potter.
I am from lost pages in dusty books
Hidden on long forgotten shelves.
I am from green rolling hills
As far as the eye can see
Reverberating with the noise of insects
So loud you can hardly think
The sheep as countless as the stars.
I am from the ocean swells that stir up crabs
Who scuttle frantically back under the sand
Lest the gulls find them.
I am from tall trees that warp the mind
Back to a time when those fairy tales
We were told as children were real.
I am from the Brown Clan, Ferguson and Somerville
From thistle and wyrm slayer.
I am from strong hands that worked and moulded soil and steel
Built paper mills and submarines.
I am from wind watcher and readers of the sky,
Thinkers, doers, movers, makers, builders.
I am from those who make themselves
Leaving plans for others to follow or improve upon
Each individual stands like a wall
Tall and impassible for those who wish to change us
And an open field full of li
Flower PowerPink roses, white lilies, lilac freesias and cream stocks.Flower Power7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, how would you describe this beautiful bunch of flowers? Yes—how about you?
A ‘stunning bouquet’. Yes, that’s absolutely right—well remembered! When thrown directly at the head, this kind of bouquet can stun an attacker for up to 30 seconds.
I shall demonstrate a few throwing techniques for you.
You can throw… underarm!
Or, if it’s possible for you to turn your back on your assailant, there is always… ‘The Bride’!
Oh. Oops. Is he… OK? Is he breathing? Oh, lovely. Just pop him into the recovery position then and we’ll crack on.
Next we have the glancing-blow posies. These are used simply to distract the assailant so that someone more heavily armed has time to get into position—maybe with a stunning bouquet, or perhaps even a wreath. But wreaths are only used in extreme circumstances. They don’t call them funeral flow
IntermezzoI must try to let goIntermezzo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all interpretation meant to lead me
to the answers of my homecoming,
to discover there is only one answer,
having no original question
casting off the apparatus
of these collective thoughts,
the intermezzo of my life-
I rail between ophidian impulse
and hominal dilemma,
the octave of my corporeity-
between diligence and sloth,
as decisions turn to obsidian-
or to be met at the juncture
in a state of vacuous grace,
Ib the anime 4th chapterIb the anime~~~4th ChapterIb the anime 4th chapter6 months ago in Horror More Like This
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Ib was down the hall from the mouth near the warning she had seen before. She felt a small lump in her throat as she clutched the wooden apple in her hand. She had to go forward though; she had to face this mouth. Ib slowly approached the mouth as she drew near she heard it’s strident voice “Hungry…give food..” Ib looked to the apple she was glad to have found it “I have this…” She spoke softly. The mouth seemed to drool slightly, Ib grimaced it was rather disgusting. “That food…give to me…” The mouth opened wide enough to eat the apple in one bite. Ib carefully placed it in the mouth. She tensed feeling the tongue graze her hand. She quickly drew her hand back and tried to shake off the unpleasant liquid. Though it appeared to be varnish and not real drool, she felt rather thankful for this. She began to hear the mou
Dressed to KillAgatha had her victim trapped now in the corner of the room.Dressed to Kill7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Mr. Seacombe is very annoyed with you,” she told the woman. “Running off with his firm’s money like that.”
She got even closer. “I’m afraid it’s time you learnt your…”
Agatha stopped suddenly. The woman was looking at her but didn’t appear to be listening to her. Agatha frowned.
“I’m sorry—am I boring you?”
“Hmm..?” The victim’s attention abruptly came back to Agatha’s face. “Oh, sorry! I was just admiring your outfit. You don’t often see a one-piece cat suit nowadays. It’s gorgeous. Is that real leather?”
Agatha sighed. “Oh, right. I see.” She clenched her fists. “It’s always the same. A male assassin turns up and it’s all: ‘Gosh, what an interesting weapon’ and ‘Aargh! Aargh! Please don’t kill me!’ A female turns up and all you
FNaF Oc- FULL Bio Alfonso/Bo the Blue AlpacaFNaF Oc- FULL Bio Alfonso/Bo the Blue Alpaca2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alfonso the Alpaca,
Bo the Blue Alpaca
Reason for name change:
During his first week of service in the newest restaurant (FNaF Pizzeria) Alfonso wasn’t doing too good many parents felt uneasy around the animatronic waiter, didn’t like the way he spoke to them/their children. Alfonso lost his balance during a party, fell backward and had to be reset & reprogrammed to improve his "sense of" balance when using his wheels, to prevent adults from feeling uneasy around him (and complaining) they ended up reprogramming a new name, returning him to his original Fredbear’s programmed personality. He was re-dubbed as Bo (after the first digits of his serial number/code BO). It was supposed to be temporary but they didn't bother to change him back due to having bigger problems i.e. money, dead security guards.
He will still respond to Alfonso, Alfie if addressed as such.
He's often been dubbed by patrons/staff:
Al (rarely respond
My Chubby Pig: Part IIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ride back from the traders home was long, and very quiet. Pig, the slave that Leor had purchased, sat quietly as a mouse in the corner of the carriage while Leor kept trying to glance out the window. Each time Ethan would lightly remind him that it was dangerous to do so, and the prince would huff and lean back into his seat. Pig kept peeking up from behind his messy black hair, trying so hard to be a good boy and keep his head down, but it was hard. Leor was so different from the people he knew. He was a prince, and even the air around him seemed royal. This only made Pig feel even more unworthy to have him as a master. His arms tightened around his stomach and he bit his lip.
His tutor had taught him different from the rest. Most slaves were told to clasp their arms behind their backs, but not Pig. Pig had to try to push his stomach in, hide it from potential buyers. It had never worked. Every time they put him on the sale stockade, people would point an
I Have The Letters.I Have The Letters.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have the letters, I just can't find the words.
According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.
The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, there are song lyrics. Chances are your feelings are not unique. Everyone has felt like you at one point or another. There is someone out there who can relate. You just don't know this yet. Or maybe you do. But as soon as I start thinking about this I am at a loss.
The letters are there. I just can't find the words I need. The words I need to make you
Yoshi Cookie RecipesYoshi Cookie Recipes9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In addition to the following ingredients, you'll need a baking sheet and some aluminium foil.
Butter - 50 grams
Sugar - 50 grams
1/2 an egg, beaten
A dash of vanilla essence
Cake Flour - 130 grams
Baking Powder - 1/2 Teaspoon
Take the butter from the fridge and allow it to reach room temperature.
Flatten the butter in a bowl as best you can, then whisk it until fluffy.
Add half of the sugar and beat it into the butter, then add the other half and beat until creamy.
Add the egg a little bit at a time, mixing well.
Add the dash of vanilla essence.
Sift the flour into a bowl, then add it to the other ingredients.
Use a wooden spoon to mix everything together, and shape it into a dough.
Wrap the dough in clingfilm/plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator for 30 minutes.
Use a rolling pin to flatten the dough to about 5mm thickness.
Use a cookie cutter to cut out heart-shaped pieces, and put them on a sheet of aluminium foil on a baking tray.
The Song of Lemongrab'Twas a couple years agoThe Song of Lemongrab3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In a secret dungeon lair-
Tried to make an heir.
First she made his body,
As yellow as the sun,
Then she made his nose-
She'd only just begun.
Bonny tool a vile,
And poured it on his face-
Soon his eyes blinked open,
To see the girl disgraced.
In terror, he shot up,
And screamed the loudest scream.
He flapped his arms around-
The world his fever dream.
The princess gasped in fright-
It hadn't taken long.
Her man-child was so terrified,
Her creation gone so wrong.
And he couldn't even talk-
Only cry out in despair.
The princess flinched and shivered
Down to every last hair.
Instead of helping him,
She left him there to cry-
Mere minutes old, and so confused,
He thought for sure he'd die.
Bubblegum came back
To show her heir the world,
But he was so confused,
His poor mind just unfurled.
The two had fought intensely-
This man despised the girl.
But she knew he despised everything-
And insults she did hurl.
But she wasn't spotless, either-