Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
TrustTrustTrust3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Warning, lots of vore.)
In the middle of a desert, or more like a sandy wasteland. A boy awoke, opening his eyes slowly. Panic starting to seep into his mind upon seeing the sand. He put his hand on the back of his dark brown hair, removing his hand quickly afterwards with a pained expression. He looked over seeing a backpack. Slowly he crawled across the burning sand and opened it, finding a half empty bottle of water, a bandage, and a note saying good luck. He let out a low growl crushing the note, tossing it aside, then he put the backpack on and started walking in a random direction.
A few miles away, a female dragon with vibrant purple scales flew, enjoying the desert heat.
The boy continued on, shielding his eyes with one hand. Dehydration was already kicking in, but he didn't want to drink the water 'till he absolutely had to.
He reached the top of a sand dune, letting out an irritated laugh as he saw miles upon miles of desert. He started shaking his head then pressed on
Rapture 1-5As Terra had predicted, Tenenbaum figured out fairly quickly that she was in another world. Unfortunately, she didn't handle it as well as Terra had thought she would. She shut herself up in the library for a day, doing frantic research. Due to her mumblings about height, Eraqus figured it might have to do with how the Land of Departure was set up; in addition to the fact it was another world.Rapture 1-54 years ago in Drama More Like This
She emerged at the end of the day to ask his forgiveness. Aqua was playing in her room -it was very pink- and Eraqus was dispassionately watching her.
"Now do you see why I would have rather you did not come?" Eraqus demanded, ignoring Aqua trying to get his attention. Tenenbaum noticed though, and sat down in a chair, then gestured for Aqua to walk over. Aqua refused and hid behind Master Eraqus. "Why is she acting like this?" he asked.
"Little Sisters are programmed to hate and fear maternal figures. Part of the reprogramming will get her to trust women again. You heard her say how 'Mommy is a
Slender manSlender man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slender man, oh slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Keeper of night, taker of day.
The Slender man awaits.
His tendrils slip,
His fingers drip,
He takes the life of whom he likes,
And disappears before the light.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Your fear will only feed him,
As he comes for you children,
Stalking, testing, waiting.
The Slender man will come for you,
Just wait and see.
He'll slip into your room tonight.
Slender man, oh Slender man?
Where art thou my Slender man?
Oh there he is,
Hiding in the darkness,
Go look and see.
Fall asleep, he won't hurt you.
(Hush that was a lie)
Sleep tight tonight,
Have dreams so bright,
For the Slender man comes,
To end your life.
Fifty Shades of Andley - Chapter 1Fifty Shades of Andley - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Now you have my mobile number don't you?"
I smiled as my room mate and best friend, Christian Coma asked me the same question that he had done about less then five minutes ago. Christian was an insanely huge panickier, especially about the safety and welfare of yours truly, but that's what made me love him immensely so.
"Yes Chuppy, For the thousandth time," I chucked and punched him playfully on the arm.
He grinned at me, his hundred megawatt smile. "I know, I just get so-"
"Panicked? Terrified? Scared?" I teased, arching one plucked eyebrow at him.
He laughed, a great booming sound which echoed off the metal walls of the elevator. "Precisely,"
The elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors slid open to reveal a new Manhattan morning. We stepped out in sync and Christian automatically gripped my upper arm in his hand, I rolled my eyes fondly at his over protective gesture and let him lead me to the double doors which was the entrance to the block of f
Dragon Kin, Chapter 1: Lakeview ManorShe was the last of her kind, a dragon born in the body of a mortal; the first such since Tiber Septim himself. The Greybeards had dubbed her Ysmir, the “Dragon of the North,” a name she still went by, forsaking the name she had been born with, along with her criminal past in Cyrodiil. Alduin the World Eater had called her the Last Dragonborn, as had the First Dragonborn, Miraak. She had completed the destiny foretold for the last of her kind.Dragon Kin, Chapter 1: Lakeview Manor1 year ago in Romance More Like This
So how the hell had her five-year-old just thu’umed her older brother into cleaning her room?
“Darva,” she said cautiously, looking down at the tiny form perched on a barrel in the girls’ room. “What did you just say?”
“Gol Hah,” she said happily, sucking contentedly on a stick that had, not very long ago, held a honey-nut treat. Her violet eyes were the mirror of her mother’s, as were her cupid-bow’s lips and short, straight little nose. Her hair came from her
Andy SixxHitler, JustinBieber & Andy Sixx go to hell.Andy Sixx4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
They meet the Devil sitting on his throne, he asks them why they're in hell.
Hitler: I killed 20 million poeple & caused a holocaust on the Jewish population.
Devil: Good, good. Sit to my right.
Bieber: I poisned the world of music with my little faggy voice that irritates every normal person in the world.
... Devil: You're such a asshole. Well done, sit to my left. *Looks at Andy* & why are you here?
Andy: Get off my throne bitch
Suicide vs Christ'I can't do it anymore!Suicide vs Christ3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say such mean things.
I can no longer breathe with this pain.
I'm gasping and choking and vomiting.
God, why can't they just stop?
Can't they just accept...
Accept that I love another man?'
'Life is cruel, but I am your freedom.
Taste the lavender of my beauty.
I am flawless, I am kind.
Sink your teeth deeply into my bones.
Run your drying tongue against my neck.
Feed on the power that I offer your pain.'
'They hear but they do not see;
the breaking of my tender heart.
Am I grounded from love?
Is society so one minded?
I have no answers, but so many questions.
I long... so desperately long for the truth.'
'I can feed you lies so delicious-
That lemon-cream pie would taste tasteless.
You will come away full and content.
With the touch of my burning skin.
Just take my crooked fingers,
Follow my violent lead to this solution.'
'I stare into the empty spaces.
Only one solution screaming in my ear.
I feel my heart bleeding, signing, crying.
WARRIORS ANIMATION: CASTING CALL (OPEN)CASTING CALL: FIRE ALONE TRAILERWARRIORS ANIMATION: CASTING CALL (OPEN)1 year ago in Drama More Like This
UPDATE: TRAILER HAS BEEN DELAYED. ONLY NEED VOICES FOR BLUESTAR AND SPOTTEDLEAF BEFORE APRIL 17th.
Gonna get straight to the point.
I need voices. You don't even have to be that good.
Here's the breakdown.
NARRATOR: Can be male or female, but you need to have a nice 'movie trailer' voice.
Random Background Cats (can be one person doing multiple voices)
Firepaw/Heart (Needs to do both a young and adult voice)
Tigerclaw (VERY IMPORTANT, this is the one voice I can't possibly do myself. Needs to be deep, or menacing for certain lines.)
Graystripe (Can be played by a female, need both a young and adult voice)
Ravenpaw (can also be a female if you have a more boyish voice)
You don't need to ask if you can audition. Just do it if you want to.
Here is my email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Send either a video or an audio fil
Not the Beauty you expect, nor the Beast you fearTo think this all started with that fool stealing from me. To this day, I still believe he had no reason to take that flower, besides some ridiculous test of bravery. To think, a grown man engaging in such activities, ready to turn tail and flee like a dog the moment he had his trophy. He doesn't even know the significance of what he tried to take! Not that he'd understand if I even bothered to try and explain it to him, but then he had to get all defensive, saying how it was just a flower. If he had just ran when I caught him, and I know he wanted to, then that would have been it. Though, I suppose if he had, I would never have met her.Not the Beauty you expect, nor the Beast you fear2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He just wouldn't leave well enough alone, even after I tried the whole scaring shtick. I must have not been quite as bad as the rumors had prepared him for, you'd think I was some sort of horrible cross between Bigfoot and a werewolf if you listened to them, because he managed to stand his ground. Now, while I may not be a cryptozoologist's dream, i'm
Kittens -Loveless fanfiction-Mew.Kittens -Loveless fanfiction-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a quiet, almost nonexistent sound, but both Natsuo and Youji heard it. It came from behind Soubi's closed door, followed by a low shushing sound that was unquestionably from Soubi. The two children looked at each other, their eyes meeting in wonderment. Together they crept towards the door and sat at it, listening closely with their cat ears strained.
Natsuo's hand quickly covered Youji's mouth before he could ask the question burning in his mind. A low laugh was heard, obviously Soubi's again and then the turning of pages. Soubi usually had the door to his shut whenever he read. The Zeroes knew better than to bother him while he was reading. Of course, they knew this from experience. The last time they had barged in on Soubi while he had his door shut he had yelled at them and thrown them out in a way that would be very painful for a regular person.
That was the first time and the last time they had gone into Soubi's room while he wanted them out. Despite
Poems~ Given Up ~Poems7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I leave here today,
I leave behind my hope,
my hope of him.
I'll lock it up somewhere,
and throw away the key.
My heart may hurt,
my head might too,
but when I am done here,
I leave behind my hopes for you.
You can pick them up,
and wish you could go back,
but after today,
I'll want my heart back.
~ I Wait ~
I'll think of you in Heaven,
or as I rot in Hell.
you keep me in my cell.
Even in your prision,
I think of you all day,
I think of you all night,
until I can see you again.
Waiting for you,
is my sin.
Dreaming of you,
hurts so much.
You left so long ago,
you probably can't remember,
all the things you said,
all those years ago.
I can't give up on you,
it's too hard to do.
I'll keep waiting for you,
until the day I die.
Then I'll wait in heaven,
or in the bottomless pits of hell.
I'll wait for you forever,
until my bones are dust.
~ The Past or The Future ~
To look to the future,
I have to let go of the past,
but who knew it would be so painful,
DefeatDefeat is something I'm not sure I've hadDefeat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I come so close to it.
You always say you're going to improve
You're going to become bigger and greater
And little by little the shortcomings poison that dream.
Well, it's happened again.
The meltdown of the year.
I even ripped it to pieces and left debris on the floor.
All I can say is that I know
I know it has to stop.
I can't hide like I do.
I wonder how others are so open and free.
What's the matter with me?
Is it really fear holding me back, or something even more than that?
Coming from quivering eyes
And a stammering soul
It's just my prayer that I can find the difference.
It's not lined with regret.
There's no shadow of past years lurking over me now
But the uncertain today grips the lungs inside my ribs.
That darkness before me feels like a hole
A deep mine burrowed miles down.
I feel as though I need to defy gravity
And walk upside down to find the path upward.
I can only hope that it will pass.
Meanwhile I can learn to set free.
oppression.Rebellion is a funny thing; being denied the right to somethingoppression.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
simply makes it that much more tempting;
forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, as the saying goes.
But what of oppression? What taste would that fruit have,
riddled with hatred and malevolence?
Would thorns sprout from it's surface, would the juice taste sour?
Would eyes water as the foulness of it burned our throats, and caused us to weep?
Our world is far from perfect, lights doused
by the hopeless tears of those whose suffering
God turned a blind eye to. Wealth equals power equals the ability to have your mistakes overlooked, swept under the rug so silently.
But when a young teen is murdered because of the color of his skin, when a young girl is raped because of her clothing choice, when a loving couple is denied their right to marriage because of their sex, where is the justice then?
The poor, the misunderstood, the marginalized; looked down upon for things they can't change.
And even though we are all made of atoms and
Gone?And when unbreathing, insensible,Gone?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we cast off mortality
Is there preserved a piece
Where does the substance go?
Will we now exist only, in photographs,
And what of faithless memories
Where does the substance go?
Speak your catechisms
Still no one really knows
Just where the substance goes
Are we ever truly ready?Are we ever truly ready?Are we ever truly ready?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We learnt to walk at an early age, our parents taught us to speak.
Born with the abilities to dance and the right type of voice to sing.
Ready to take to the stage and preform to our high standards.
Against all odds we'll rock the house, leaving you breathless.
We don't get second chances, it's all or nothing once we're up there.
Hours, weeks, months of extensive practice and rehearsal, all for one night.
Warming up our vocals, trying to shake off all of our nerves.
Our director tells us we're ready, we know that we could be better but there's no time.
Spotlights shining down, exposing us for all to see, blinding us from their stares.
Beginning the first number, swaying back and forth to the tune, voices cracking at first.
Starting off with a slow song, we're nervous and we can hear mistakes, but still there's applause.
The speed picks up, we start to dance, smiles appear and the fun really begins.
We are truly ready.
For The LostFor The LostFor The Lost7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you're crying alone tonight,
And my words don't really matter
You are feeling so lost inside,
Your whole world's been shattered
And the numbing pain of rejection,
Is creeping through you...
What do you do...
When love has abandoned,
Left you empty handed,
And all your emotions feel bruised?
I say to you:
It's better to have felt it,
And have it slip away,
Because then you will recognize it,
When it comes to you again
Love is a fickle thing,
And pain is what it sometimes brings
But the joy it can give to you,
Will make you feel renewed
I say to you:
Remember it for what it was,
And learn to live again,
Because if you stay here alone,
You will never let anyone else in
I've seen the proof, with my own eyes,
Of the things that love can do
I know that you are crying,
But I hope that you can see,
This love that has ended,
Gives you a new opportunity
jlp September 23, 2008-Revised February 14, 2009
how to tell me my scars are beautiful.leave roses with thorns on my stairwell, the kindhow to tell me my scars are beautiful.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that would entice me when i was fourteen but now
serve as silent irritation—when we eat steak, use
your thinnest, sharpest knife to cleave the meat
into tiny squares and let me watch you wash it
and put it away when you’re done—open your
packages with your trusty pocket knife, peter
pan boy scout, and when i move in, let me
borrow it; don’t question the t-shirts i order
in winter and the sweatshirts i order during the
sweltering heat of summer—when i lay beside you
at night and talk about the state of the universe
that day, nibble on my ear, scratch my arm, slap
my rump until i giggle and push you away, finally
ready to fall into the quiet abyss of dark and sleep
proud to be an american?i'm proud to be an americanproud to be an american?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where at least i know i'm free...
sometimes i wonder whether or not i can truthfully say that.
if you compare the united states to other countries,
yes, we definitely have far more freedoms than they do.
but the way i see it, even being as inexperienced as i know i am,
america doesn't seem like the powerful, wonderful country that's portrayed.
we're ruled by government and by our president, senate leaders,
and others in even just our hometown communities who are in control.
there are laws all over, controlling life as we know it.
without these laws, we would be truly free, the way i see it in my mind.
but also, in absence of many of the laws we would have mass chaos.
we might slip into becoming one of those malnourished, poverty-stricken countries.
without leaders to guide us and laws to bind us to doing what's right,
many people would be in lack of co
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.Teenage Taoism1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t