Lailand. (WIP)Chapter 1Lailand. (WIP)2 years 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
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
Every Person is UniqueEvery Person is Unique2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People are amazing things,
They don't have fins or even wings.
But what makes them amazing is that each one is unique,
And even though good looks are what some seek,
I go by the person, not whether they are chic.
Every person is different and has a personality,
That comes with their own special mentality.
Whether they are short or tall,
To-die-for handsome or ugly as a wall,
Just remember this one life technique;
Every person is unique.
MoustacheHer villain’s moustache had finally arrived in the post.Moustache5 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
FNaF Oc- FULL Bio Alfonso/Bo the Blue AlpacaFNaF Oc- FULL Bio Alfonso/Bo the Blue Alpaca4 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, felt it inappropriate (use of the words babe, doll, little lady seemed outdated). 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.
The Bond of Two - last partThe Bond of Two - last part5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Letting out another growl, Toothless leaped with all his force from where he stood as a great flamethrower struck him at his feet. Dashing in between trees, he realized that trying to stay close to where Hiccup was became useless as the Timberjack kept firing one scorching flamethrower after another, not giving him a single chance to stop for air or counter her attacks with his own lightning ball. Following his movements, several trees were cut down by the intimidating Timberjack wings and smaller rocks crushed beneath her feet as she chased Toothless around in great circles. Not even hiding behind bushes or anything that could serve as a cover stopped her from firing blindly around her, making Toothless worried that if he kept running around, dodging the attacks like this close to where Hiccup was, one of the flamethrowers might end up striking him, intentionally or not. Toothless just wished he would wake up, so that he had least could get away while he averted her attention. But no
The Real Equestria (MLP Creepypasta) I wasn’t your average brony.The Real Equestria (MLP Creepypasta)10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wasn’t just obsessed with “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”; I loved it. Not in the clopper sort of love, but more like yearning. I set my heart on being with them, being happy in Equestria. Every night before I went to bed, I would look out my window and wish that when I woke up, I’d be in the magical land of Equestria. I would be free to explore the world with my pony friends and go on amazing adventures.
One morning, my prayers came true. I was ecstatic to discover that I was no longer in my bed. I was outside in a brightly-lit landscape. The clouds overhead were puffy and swirled in a bizarre fashion. The grass was bright green and was covered with the beautifulest of flowers. At first I thought it was a prank or something until I saw my first pony. It was a 3D and realistic version of the 2D technicolor ponies I saw on TV. I recognized the pony as Berry Punch.
The Pretender Reference Sheet (FINAL BETA!)The reference had been edited as of 28th February, 2015. This is the final beta version of the reference info, along with the character. The only thing that might need changing is the mask. The new reference info had been made by me, if you want it, I'll provide you with it soon enough.The Pretender Reference Sheet (FINAL BETA!)4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Birth Name: Nicoletta Johnathan Crown
Current Name: Starna Shniba
Alias/Alter Ego: Kitty Friendly
Titles: Hell Spawn, The Pretender, Demonic Cannibal
Nicknames: Pretender, Kit, Kitten, Angel, Nina, Star, Nickie
Current Age: 21 (ages like a human)
Horoscope Sign: Leo
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Blood Type: AB-
Sub-Species: Aborted Child
Nationality (if she was living): European
Religion (if she was living): Agnostic
Date of Birth: 2nd August, 1993
Date of Death: 13th January, 1993
Cause of Death: Abortion
School/Work: Home schooled
Occupation: Part time alchemist, full time b
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
If a Feminist Were HonestWhat if a feminist were forced to say what’s really on her mind, like Jim Carrey’s character in Liar Liar? This is how a poem by such a feminist might read.If a Feminist Were Honest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need feminism because…
Women need more,
Scholarships for college,
New business grants,
Even though they already outnumber men,
In college and entrepreneurship.
We need more female CEO’s and political leaders,
But not more women in…
Forestry, sewage, or mining,
Truck driving, or taxi driving,
Or garbage collection,
Or more men on magazine covers,
Or higher-paid male models,
Or fewer men dying on the job,
Or fewer men dying in wars,
Or fewer homeless men,
Or fewer male suicides,
Or fewer men in prison.
You see, men losing is sexual dimorphism,
While women losing is sexism.
Should be made EQUAL to
The most successful men
Whether they earn it or not.
That’s gender equality!
I need feminism because…
My Chubby Pig: Part IVMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part IV4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the time Pig was allowed to lie down, he was holding back groans by biting his lower lip, and his skin was wet with sweat. His stomach bulged out over his too-tight harem pants more than usual, and he was blushing bright red all over. On top of all of this, he was so confused that he was nearly in tears. Leor helped him lie down, and pulled the blanket over him with a smile.
"You did a good job." the prince said, his blue eyes looking slightly sympathetic, as if he knew the turmoil he had caused in his poor slaves mind. "Tomorrow will be our first whole day together."
Pig nodded, and took a small breath as his hands wandered down to his bloated stomach, feeling much safer being covered by a blanket. His belly, usually so soft, was almost hard to the touch. He could hear it grumbling from underneath the thick quilt. As Leor turned out the lights and moved back to his bed, the small slave whimpered slightly, and the blond turned.
"Are you alright?" he asked
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
Failed VeggieTales OpeningFailed VeggieTales Opening5 years ago in Humor More Like This
OPEN in on a completely white scene with no visible elements whether it be cheap props or the occasional lost stagehand that forgot which actor wanted the double mocha with biscotti. Offscreen, we hear the pitter-patter of BOB THE TOMATO and LARRY THE CUCUMBER as they are preparing for the opening of VeggieTales.
BOB: Okay, Larry, time for Take 239 of the Theme Song!
LARRY: Bob, I'm getting exhausted and that moronic stagehand hasn't gotten my mocha yet.
BOB: [hiding his annoyance with false enthusiasm] Come on, Larry, it'll be fun just like all the other times!
LARRY: [not hiding his annoyance] FUN? Every time we do this number, you always drive me to play that tuba until I pass out. Last time, I nearly choked on one of those flower confetti things that you guys throw around! [beat] Besides, I can't function without my daily mocha.
BOB: [speaking through gritted teeth] You are gonna get out there before I have to beat your green ass with the p
The New Slumberparty Massacre Creepypasta"Have greedy heart, lose greedy head." - Old Chinese ProverbThe New Slumberparty Massacre Creepypasta2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began as a blistering, cold autumn night. Though it was clear and
no sign of showers or thunderstorms, it gave five random girls (who are
die-hard Jeff the Killer and Slenderman fans) a chance to stay in
and have a slumber party. The girls names were: Debra, Emily, Alicia, Tiffany,
and Heather. Teen girls who were anxious to grow up and lose their virginity
by the time high school graduation came around the corner.
In Emily's house, she had proudly displayed in a 3D case, Jeff the Killer's
actual hoodie. Its essence of sweat, cheap beer, liquor, and violence still
lingering. This was something that Jeff the Killer was out there and was
the real deal and not just a random Creepypasta monster that left a trail of
13-year-old orgasms behind. She was quite certain.
If these girls had more blood in their brains instead of Wine Coolers, they
would have known that Jeff had no interest in taking a girlfriend, one-night stand,
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.Words9 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.”
My Chubby Pig: Part IIIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part III4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leor was exhausted by the time he was allowed to leave his lessons. He had always hated them, but today he was twice as irritable as usual when his tutor tried to teach him. His classes were pointless. He would never be king, and he didn't actually have the desire to be. The tutors kept reminding him that even if he wasn't made king, he would still have a seat on the royal court, but the prince would just roll his eyes and keep snoring as they lectured on the exports and imports of the kingdom.
All of this was made even worse that day, because Leor wanted to enjoy his new pet. He had only seen his new slave in the carriage on the way home, and that simply wasn't enough. While he sat, staring at his book without even processing the words, he wondered what that boy was doing right now. He told Ethan to take good care of him, but that still wasn't fulfilling. He wanted to spoil the boy himself. On top of all of that, his mind was also racing with worries. What wa
Loki and Sigyn [One Shot]Loki and Sigyn [One Shot]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
WARNING - THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THOR: THE DARK WORLD.
Loki paced around the empty palace, his gaze cast along the very familiar halls that he had known since childhood. How different he viewed this place now. There had once been a time when he’d looked around in wonder and marvel as he imagined a day that this place might be his were he to become king. Now, he looked at them with the certain satisfaction that this place was his and he was king. It had certainly been the most extreme and roundabout way to acquire the throne, but it was his now, and no one even knew.
It hadn’t been his own fault that such a longing and desire had been placed in him. Odin had been the one to continuously feed him the lie that he was born to be a king. Had not those been his exact words on the day when the Allfather had taken the two young princes to the weapons vault as he told them the story of how he’d vanquished the Frost Giants? Loki clo
Valentine Kisses(Romance and chocolate in rhyming Haiku-style verses)Valentine Kisses3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Kisses are quite sweet
delivered by a lover
who knows what you think.
Yet sweeter Kisses
which will plumpen your belly
come from Hershey's Inc.
Love your chocolate
and all that it delivers.
Self-righteous, be not.
Those bodies rounded
with Valentine's chocolate,
are chubby and hot.
With lover's kisses,
feast in lustful gluttony,
your desires indulge.
And from Hershey's
twenty-five calories each,
eat Kisses and bulge.
So, into the trash,
the flowers, the greeting cards,
cherubs, you may dump.
But devour Kisses
and all chocolates. Indeed,
grow pleasingly plump.
My Chubby Pig: Part VIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part VI4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next few weeks, Pig became more used to the world he had been bought into. He was given a trainer, though he had only met with her once so far. He had started adjusting more to Leor's schedule, which meant waking up later than he ever had in his entire life. The curtains would be closed at some point by Ethan, but Pig wouldn't even budge. This may have also had something to do with the fact that Leor was filling him up to the brim with heavy dinners, usually accompanied with several goblets of milk, just before bed every night. Pig became used to his bigger meals, and didn't feel quite as embarrassed when they were placed in front of him.
For instance the night a week after Leor had received his ill-fated letter, and a week before he was meant to leave, Pig had finished a huge lunch. He was just eating the last of an entire plate of scones and leaned back, face bright red. It still bothered him a little, but he didn't cry. From across the table, he sa
OLD BIO FNaF Oc- Bo/AlfonsoOLD BIO FNaF Oc- Bo/Alfonso6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
THIS IS HIS OLD SHITTY BIO, SO HALF OF THE DETAILS HAVE BEEN CHANGED/EXPANDED UPON IN HIS NEWER ONE, THANK YOU
Name(s): Bo the Alpaca, formerly Alfonso the alpaca.
Reason for name change: During his first week of service Alfonso wasn’t doing too good many parents felt uneasy around the waiter, didn’t like the way he spoke to them/their children. Alfonso lost his balance during a party and fell backward hitting his head against a solid counter 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, personality into his system named Bo (after the first digits of his serial number/code B0). It was supposed to be temporary but they didn't bother to change him back.
Duration of service (age): 1976-1986 (10 years)
Height: 7ft tall (compared to Bonnie, Bo’s head is where Bonnie’s e
Kichiku Party Chapter 1Kichiku Party Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's a charm that means we'll always be friends!"
A small paper doll was held up into the air for the room to see. A small irritated sigh came from the side of the room and the doll's holder turned to the source, frowning.
"Midou kun, if you're going to be like that I won't let you join in!" Protested the young boy, holding the doll further from him.
"I don't want to be part of your childish games, Igarashi" came the sharp reply as the violet haired boy looked back into the book he was reading.
"Hey you two, stop fighting, we're all friends. Midou, don't be a stick in the mud, come on it's the last day, we should have fun!" Came a louder voice, booming from a tall, muscular boy playing with a volleyball in the corner, bouncing it off the wall for fun.
It was graduation day for the room of teens. It had been a wonderful day, the sky was blue and the sun was out and even late in the evening it was still quite warm out, although it had started to drizzle a bit.
The teens had spent the da
Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (1/3)Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (1/3)4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
None of Jack's awakenings was peaceful since he took Enna under his observation. Sometimes he wondered why he did it in the first place (when he was superangry), but he knew the answer. In some way, she was the one who gave colorful spark of life in this dump.
This time, it was one of the worst noises Jack's heard in his life. A chainsaw. Grimacing, he opened one hollow eye and growled deeply. „What is that feminine Einstein up with again?“ Realizing there's no way he could fall asleep again, he sat up with a groan, rubbing his eyes. Reflexively shaking his head in fast pace, he stood up and heavily walked out of the room. He would take a shower to refresh his mind first...
Emerging out of the hot, stuffy bathroom, Jack stopped to shake his head violently again, reminding of a dog that just swam out of the lake. Dazed by the scent of shampoo, he made his way back into the room to get dressed. To his dismay, the sound of chainsaw still kept bothering the ha