The Big Hand's on Twelve12:00 AMThe Big Hand's on Twelve2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They met at the stroke of midnight: the Big Hand and the Little Hand were both on 12.
“Big Hand,” said the Little Hand, nervously. “We’ve spent a lot of time together.”
“Yes, indeed,” smiled the Big Hand. “A lot of time.”
The Little Hand swallowed hard. “And… well, during that time, I’ve become very fond of you.” It produced a diamond ring. “Big Hand… would you accept this Little Hand in marriage?”
There was a pause.
“Um,” said the Big Hand.
“‘Um’?” said the Little Hand.
“It’s just…” The Big Hand blushed. “I know we were going steady together but… I’ve got something going now with the Second Hand.”
The Little Hand looked dazed. “The Second Hand..?”
The Second Hand zoomed past.
“Hi, sweetheart!” called back the Big Hand. It saw the expr
TPK FanFic:Prologue*Prologue: A New King...*TPK FanFic:Prologue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*Twas Halloween eve quite a long time ago. Many years before Jack's adventure of Christmas Town, Sandy Claws and snow...*
In a small house where the witches live, they have a young woman lying in bed, having a baby. The woman is a human, but with light blue skin and blue hair, wearing a gray shirt with a black and white striped long skirt. Her husband is the ruler of Halloween, he is a pumpkin headed scarecrow, he is tall and thin. The King of Halloween, Cedric, is there with her. His wife, Jacquine, is growing weak while giving birth to a child. The witches helped her, telling her to push, so the baby could come out. Jacquine gathered her strength and began to push, she screamed as pain comes to her. Cedric grabbed her hand and watch the witches who are telling her to push. The small witch is between Jacquine's legs, seeing a little head of the baby.
"It's coming out! It's coming out, I see the little head!" She exclaimed excitedly. But moments later, the bab
Together Forever ~ End ~ After EndTogether Forever:Together Forever ~ End ~ After End6 months 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
A Spooky Ghost's StoryLavinia Clutterbuck looked into Camera 2 and smiled.A Spooky Ghost's Story1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Today,” she said, “we’re looking at the world of ghost modelling. More and more of the dearly departed are taking up this career, and here to tell us a bit more about it is ghost supermodel, Spooky!”
There was huge applause from the studio audience and a translucent young woman drifted on. She floated over to the chair opposite Lavinia’s and eventually came to a stop in a sitting position just above it.
“Welcome!” said Lavinia. “We’re so pleased to have you!” She leaned forward. “First of all, I have to ask… ‘Spooky’ isn’t your real name, is it?”
Spooky grinned. “No—I wasn’t always a ghost! I used to be plain Miranda Atherton.” She laughed a little. “Plain in all senses. I don’t think anyone gave me a second look during the twenty-two years I was alive.”
“But that all changed after you
Love is a Powerfurr thing - Signless x DiscipleLove is a Powerfurr thing - Signless x Disciple2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I shivered as the cold wind entered through the mouth of the cave. His cloak was wrapped around my body to help keep me warm, not that it mattered.
I was numb all over. This winter has been rather harsh on me. I've been snowed in several times, having to dig my way out if I wanted food. Making a warm fire was damn near impossible with the wood being all wet and no flint anywhere near by. These things didn't bother me though. I hardly ventured out anyway. I was to fragile and weak. He usually did that stuff, while I hunted.
Sometimes I think about to when we first admitted our feelings for each other. A smile creeped it's way onto my face. Despite it being foreign to my face now, it found it's way back one way or another. I remember feeling his warm arms around me during the wintertime. We'd cuddle near the fire beneath his cloak and a blanket that Dolorosa had made for us.
Olive tears threatened to leave my eyes at the happy memory, then anger began to set in. I
HS: Troll Anatomy HeadcanonFirst things first: SEXHS: Troll Anatomy Headcanon3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I have this odd headcanon about troll reproduction anatomy.
So bear with me.
All trolls are hermaphrodites. But there are varied degrees of the organs between males and females.
Females have more defined nooks and smaller bulges. The bulge actually is almost never seen, located under a flap of skin nearest to the nook. This is only needed when a quadrant is filled with another female. Often when such relationships work, the two will choose who is to hold the genetic material if ever a drone were to come.
Drones will allow a period of 24 hours for each quadrant bucket to be filled. Genetic material is often held by one member of the relationship.
Males obviously have more defined bulges and lesser nooks, but still can hold genetic material if needed. It's often a touchy subject.
Breasts in females are sort of a vestigial organ. Perhaps their society was once mammalian, but overcame this through a strange evolutionary track. Because most are carnivorous from birth
EarwormThere were three things Jimbo hadn’t known before he travelled to the planet of Hepzibah 5 to start his new job:Earworm1 year 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.
My Chubby Pig: Part VMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part V4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pig and Leor spent the rest of the day together, the prince using his slave as a doll of sorts. He covered the chubby boy with makeup, then wiped it away and started again. The entire time he dropped compliments on his 'cute' little slave, which would always make Pig blush and look down. By the end of the day, he'd gotten Pig close to tears six more times. He never meant to, but the dark-haired boy was so easy to set off. One wrong word, usually kind ones, would make him feel guilty and awful. More than once Pig's eyes misted over because Leor accidentally bumped against his belly.
Well, maybe not always accidentally. . .
Leor kept his promise, and he had sent out four letters to four different trainers by nightfall, requesting they write back quickly on their willingness to train Pig. He didn't mince words, and got straight to the point. It hurt him to write the words 'overweight' and 'broken', but he knew that if he wanted the right trainer, he had to be ho
Ib Halloween - Halloween at Guertena's CastleIb Halloween - Halloween at Guertena's Castle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a cold Halloween night in Guertena’s castle. The moon was full and hung up in the dark, starless sky. The atmosphere was quite peaceful and qui—
“What’s wrong Mary?” Ib asked with a worried look on her face.
Mary was to handle the cooking for tonight’s Halloween party. It had always been a tradition in the castle to hold one annually in honor of Master Guertena’s late wife. Today, though, Guertena was out of the country to do some business, so he left the preparations to his young witch apprentices: Ib and Mary.
“I-I-I tried to hurry the baking up by doubling the temperature but it ended up getting burnt,” Mary said with a glum face.
“You do know that it never works that way,” Ib scolded.
“I-I just miscalculated. That’s all!!”
Ib gave out a sigh.
“Well, we still have five more hours until midnight. Don’t you think you should start the baking all over again
Chaos Driven SummaryChaos Driven Summary1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Chaos Driven is the story of a bratty headstrong princess from long ago who comes back as a Chaotic Spirit. The webcomic follows her struggle to regain what she lost (including her sanity) and make sense of why her civilization collapsed.
In her journey she meets a quirky human boy who has an strong, yet unhealthy affinity for spirits.
Together they encounter their greatest enemy, a band of mysterious people who are not only systematically killing off her kind but his as well.
Genre: Fantasy Adventure
PG-13 for Violence, Cartoon Blood, Profanity and some adult themes
Predicted Webcomic Launch: Fall 2015
Plattery Will Get You NowhereMr. and Mrs. Bartle had enjoyed their day out at the Great Exhibition.Plattery Will Get You Nowhere1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They had admired the phonograph that could store an incredible twelve wax cylinders and play them in any order; they had seen the amazing hydraulic hand (which had a slightly unfortunate range of gestures); and they had even made a purchase—a vessel that was kettle, pot and cup combined, and sold already filled to the brim with steaming tea.
And now to finish the day off, they were watching a charming gentleman in one of the booths demonstrating a serving platter.
“...so you see, you wind it up here—” The gentleman placed the platter flat on a table and rotated a handle. “—and then put this lever to ‘on’…”
The platter vibrated into life.
“Now you just have to enter your instructions.” The gentleman indicated the keyboard on the side of the platter. “For example…” His fingers clattered over the keys and there was a ping. The gen
Homestuck Island (signless/sufferer x reader) ( A/n – If you haven’t yet go and read the opener >>>> demonofwrathrama.deviantart.co… This is going to be ___________ x Reader. You don’ t know what that means you’ll figure it out.Homestuck Island (signless/sufferer x reader)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
> I am busy as hell so there will be days that I won’t update.
> I am going to only do these on stuff I LIKE. If I don’t like the “Fandom” then it will not be on here.
>This is an AU for all of them (meaning lots of characters will be OOC).
>I am not the best writer so please ignore my mess ups.
> ALL HOMESTUCK CHARACTERS BELONG TO ANDREW HUSSIE NOT ME!
> You don’t like it then don’t read I don’t need you Trolling shit got it. That being said continue reading at your own risk. )
>>>> Signless/ Sufferer
You don’t know how long you sat there but you were brought back when you heard someone below you. You looked down and couldn’t believe your eyes…
There was someone in a hood sitting under the tree, right belo
Hetalia Journal memeLetter FormatHetalia Journal meme4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear -last person to speak to you- ,
This is sort of difficult for me to explain but 1________ 2______. I realized this when you were 3__________ with 4_________. I'm sure you're 5__________ enough to understand that 6_______ 7___________
Your name here
P.S. - 9_________ 10_____________, just thought you should know.
Ok, now that you've looked over the base of the letter, answer these questions and put the answers in the blanks with the corresponding numbers in the letter base.
Post what your letter looks like and let the crack begin!!
1) What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - America
Red - England
White - China
Black - Lithuania
Grey - Greece
Yellow - Turkey
Pink - Sweden
Brown - Poland
Purple - Iceland
No shirt - France
Other - Russia
2) Which is your birth month?
January - and you are getting married
February - fell into a ditch
March - is in love with you
April - is out to get you
May - likes your mom
June - and you are
Signless x LITTLEGIRL reader (Pale): Another daySignless x LITTLE GIRL! Reader (Pale)Signless x LITTLEGIRL reader (Pale): Another day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You hid behind the tree to hear signless giving a speech. You loved hearing his speeches. It always inspired you to think certain thoughts and act a certain way. You really couldn't do anything drastic like standing up to the high bloods. A 4 sweeped old velvet red blood could not do that. When signless was done, every one went back to there hive. He kissed disciple good night and said goodnight to his mother and trusted friend psionic.
He then went to the tree you where hiding behind and grab you. He smiled and hugged you. The signless is like your earth dad. He takes care of you and is always there for you.
"How was my sweet little girl?" He said. He nuzzled you then put you down.
"Great! I loved the speech you said" You said. You couldn't help but smile when he is around.
He took your hand and started to lead you towards your cave. That was your hive. Signless didn't live in it with you. But he can't keep him with you or as he says "Bad things w
Eternal Boy - IbEternal Boy - Ib3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At some point, Guertena met a boy.
He was ill and his life would soon be over.
"My last will", he said "is seing Mr. Guertena's art. People keep saying it looks like it's alive."
Guertena showed him.
Then the boy smiled and left while saying " Thank you very much. I can rest now"
Feeling pity for him, Guertena grabbed his pencil and notebook and quickly sketched that boy's portrait.
"It would be
great if he could stay alive surrounded by the art he loves so much"
As the last petal on that boy's life fell, he opened his eyes on an art gallery.
A place where he could be alive eternally.
Honor Your FallenOne for the man who answered the call.Honor Your Fallen3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One for the brother taken too soon.
One for the man who gave his all.
One for hearts made heavy and sad.
One for families torn apart;
One for a boy now without his dad.
One for the onslaught of tears,
One for the new struggles.
One for so many lost years.
One for the mother's only son,
One for the memories;
One more, one more until this war is won.
One for the brother coming home under his Nation's flag,
One for the ultimate sacrifice,
One for the man in the body bag.
One for the love of the fight,
One for family born not of blood.
One for that final flight.
One for the free.
One for you
Until it's just me.
A final salute for those who no longer hurt,
For the boys who paid the ultimate price;
Twenty one guns for my family in the dirt.
A Mother's Love [Loki One Shot]A Mother's Love [Loki One Shot]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
WARNING - This story contains spoilers from Thor: The Dark World.
Loki sat in his cell in the dungeons, reclining in the chair as he slowly turned a page in the book he was reading. It was a book he had read many times over, but there weren’t exactly many other things for him to do. It had been a full day since the attack, and though it was still a topic of interest to Loki, he had tuned it out of his thoughts for the time being. He was not free and he was not dead. Why should anything that happened concern him? Let Odin and Thor handle their kingdom. What was Loki but another prisoner?
The guards had long since come to collect the dead – prisoners and soldiers alike. There had been no reluctance dealing the death that had come to the realm. So many lives had been lost…good lives that had served in the defense of their realm to their last breaths. Such dedication…even Loki would be a fool not to admire it.
Forever LoyalHe saw her coming out of the deli, she smelled like blood-sick and old wounds hiding under her last pair of clothes that didn't have tears in them. He went to her and introduced himself. She gave him a sausage. It was love.Forever Loyal3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He followed her for the rest of the day, ears pricked forward as he listened to her talk. It was funny how that made her happy. She would say "Piston, sit." And he would sit, stump where his tail should be wagging as she pet him with pale fingers. When she did that, he knew she wasn't blood-sick, she was food for others who were and they nipped at her like he sometimes nipped at the heels of children when they tried to stray into traffic. He could smell it all over her, the ghost of blood-sick hands but he knew they weren't trying to help her, they would kill her.
He barked, to try to tell her this but all she did was give him another sausage and coo, her messy brown hair getting in his eyes as she bent down and pressed her forehead against his, eyes closed. He lear
CoffeeCoffee3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pour into me
that bittersweet liquid of pain
pour it like in storm sky pours rain.
Pour to ease the ache
that is my throat to overtake
as without my bitter drink
my mind is not to think.
Not properly at least
without that dark beast
of blackish brown grains
mashed until powder remains
with its magical taste of forbearance
for it brings peace and patience
for it helps to ease the stress
and relax, forgetting all that mess
for it is a cure for soul
a trickle in endless bowl
filled with emotions of joy and hope
which can only be sought, left to grope.
A coffee liquid of vigour and might,
the one to help you in your fight,
the one to make you last a day,
for without it you're just astray.
Someone without ability to follow
for any path seems so hollow
and impassable and unknown
obscure, dark and lone.
Without coffee life just is plain.
Who'd tell that such a small grain
could bring so much distaste and pain
if not taken it adds to strain.
Coffee is something that
Human Love Thingy Signless x Reader You lounged on your couch watching the movie Warm Bodies, a romance story almost as cheesy as Twilight...except better. As you witnessed Julie's father shoot R, Karcin Vantas, a.k.a The Signless, stepped right in your field of vision. The troll male's lean figure effectively blocked your viewing screen. Your (e/c) glare locked onto the intruder. Choppy black locks slightly fell into his face. He had donned his usual "Rightous" leggings and cloak, which showed off a very impressive sight. *Insert creepy author laugh here*Human Love Thingy Signless x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Groaning, you attempted to kick the mutant out of you line of sight.
"You're not made of glass ya know," you growled.
He chuckled at your comment, an infuriatingly sexy sound. "Of course not! I wouldn't be nearly as handsome if I were!"
You rolled your eyes, not that you disagreed. No, not in the slightest, but he didn't need to know that.
"What do you want?"
Karcin plopped down beside, glancing at the television long enough to see
Ib the anime 10th ChapterIb the anime~~~10th ChapterIb the anime 10th Chapter8 months ago in Horror More Like This
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Garry tensed as he heard tapping sounds he turned around and behind him he saw on the wall a message in blue paint “I heard Mary’s secret.” He tensed “What…where did that come from…” He shook his head “I can’t dwell on that now. I need to find those last paint balls and get Ib away from Mary.” He hurried out of the room. “Where else can I go?” He had reached the front of the area, to the first room he had seen when he came in again. He came to a stop when he saw the disturbing doll yet again. “What…” He groaned “I don’t have time for you!” He looked at the message though and read it over “I picked up something good! I’m making it my treasure!” Garry got a bit disarmed by this message “What?” He noticed the doll’s stomach looked like it was
love letter to the state of florida1.love letter to the state of florida2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i am not in love with you.
i left you when the leaves turned and i'm back for now,
but only 'til i muster the strength to hoist my bags & run away
believe me, it's not that you're not paradise,
because i've had my fair share of briny breezes & tequila sunrises
and i too have caught myself with my toes in the sand for a tad
blinding white is just too opaque for glass houses and you know
the way the sun shines at midday, that'll melt your face right off
if you stare long enough--
trust me, i know a guy.
last saturday i saw your face on the cover of a national geographic
at the doctor's office,
they caught you singing in the misty rain, voice sweet i remember
like honeysuckle & orange blossoms in the summertime,
there were strands of sargassum woven into your hair, it smelled of
fresh dew, it stole the sun in handfuls and waltzed with the wind
around your shoulder blades;
i found angels sleeping in the crook of your back, skin golden honey
opening to catch saltsp