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 Unique3 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.
A Diabolik Love: Reiji Sakamaki x Reader Chapter 2*Reader's P.O.V*A Diabolik Love: Reiji Sakamaki x Reader Chapter 25 months ago in Romance More Like This
When Reiji-san left the room I looked around 'I don't like it' I thought looking around. It looked to..to formal and I don't like formal.I took It upon myself to reorganize the room the walls were a nice shade of blue so I didn't Pay to much mind into it. When I finished the room(
A Diabolik Love: Reiji Sakamaki x Reader Chapter 1*Reader's P.O.V*A Diabolik Love: Reiji Sakamaki x Reader Chapter 15 months ago in Romance More Like This
'Man I can't believe I get to got back to the Mansion and to see the guys' I thought which got me more existed to see them.'I hope they remember me well.....well its been ten years since then(your 17).I wonder how they look now?I wonder if they changed because I know I haven't?!' I continued thinking until the limo driver snapped me out my thoughts "Were here Miss" I got out look for money to pay the nice man"Here you go si-" When I turned around the limo was gone 'A ghost?' was the first thing that popped into my childish head.Shrugging it off I walked to the gate opening it and continued my journey to the front of the mansion .When I got to the front I knocked on the door but nobody answered then again *knock,knock* still no answer until the door opened bye its self. I smiled to my self "Still creepy as ever I see" the thoughts of the mansion from when I was young hit me like a pile of bricks.Walki
A Diabolik Love: Reiji Salamaki x ReaderPrologue:A Diabolik Love: Reiji Salamaki x Reader5 months ago in Romance More Like This
Little ___. A care free soul running wild and free,but today was different .___was looking for her vampire friend Reiji Sakamaki to play with for the time being. After hours of searching she finally found him i n the center of the garden with his mother. While she wasn't looking ___snuck up behind him tapping his shoulder"Hey Reji-san" she sang/whispered "Oi ___-chan what are you doing here"he whispered back "For you silly.I want us to play together" "But mother wont let me" "Then lets sneak away. Please Reiji-san"the small male vampire thought for a second until he made up his mind "Ok ___-chan"a smile as bright as the sun appeared on her face "Arigato Reiji-san. Come on lets go"___ said happily grabbing Reijis hand and running before the could get caught . Hiding behind a grand three "Reiji-san come on lets play tag" "ok" "Tag your it"little ___ said in giggles before running away "Oi no fair ___-chan.wait up " he said running
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,
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
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.Words1 year 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.”
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…
Ib the anime 4th chapterIb the anime~~~4th ChapterIb the anime 4th chapter1 year 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
Loki and Sigyn [One Shot]Loki and Sigyn [One Shot]2 years 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
Where I'm FromI am from Tolkien and George LucasWhere I'm From1 year 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
A Slice of LifeIt was almost perfect.A Slice of Life1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sitting at the kitchen table, Mabel stared at the little cake and sighed. It was the third version of her latest prototype and, while undeniably delicious, it still lacked that certain something.
She picked up her cup of tea and sipped at it, mulling over the possibilities. Ironically, the problem was that she was now so successful. Everyone was waiting to see her produce something even more fantastic than before.
Mabel ran over her cakes in her head. There had been the Witty Walnut Cake, which indulged in repartee as you sliced it up; the Yule Log, which you could set fire to without melting the chocolate; and her biggest seller, the cross between a fairy cake and a birthday cake—a cake that would actually grant wishes once you’d blown the candles out. All of these had taken many tries to get right but it had been worth it in the end.
Of course, there’d been failures too. Mabel glanced over at the Saucy Stollen she’d developed for hen par
Going Bananas“Um,” said Geoff. “It’s all a bit odd, to be honest.”Going Bananas2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Madam Conundra, psychic extraordinaire gave Geoff a reassuring smile. “I can assure you there’s very little I haven’t heard before.”
“Right,” said Geoff. “Right.” He swallowed hard. “Well… I’m being haunted…”
The psychic nodded sympathetically.
“...by a banana,” said Geoff.
If Madam Conundra was surprised, she gave no sign of it. “Why don’t you tell me what’s been going on?”
“OK.” Geoff wrinkled his brow. “I suppose… it began a week ago? I often have a banana in my backpack as a snack but somehow I managed to forget about one. This particular evening I found it right at the bottom of my bag—it must have been there for days.”
Madam Conundra leaned forward. “And what did you do?”
Geoff shrugged. “I threw it straight into the bin. But then
My Chubby Pig: Part IVMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part IV5 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
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
My Chubby Pig: Part IIIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part III5 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
Flower PowerPink roses, white lilies, lilac freesias and cream stocks.Flower Power1 year 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