Writing is an artIt is harder to write than to draw.Writing is an art3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The words on paper taunt and tease;
they almost always seem wrong.
as hard as it may seem,
is something I can do with the slightest of ease.
But poems and stories mean so much more to me.
They speak volumes of hopes and dreams,
they paint a picture in words,
they create a new world inside your head.
A drawing is just a picture;
a poem pierces your soul.
42: HumiliationAll Hollows Eve: a dark night of excitement and mystery for some, an opportunity to hang out with friends and stock up on candy for others. This particular night, two young children were doing the latter.42: Humiliation5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why are you walking so slow? You're taking forever, Kero." One of them said impatiently; a rather tall boy with jet black hair that hung in his face dressed as a vampire, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He tapped his booted foot impatiently, his bright red eyes looking over at his friend who was walking significantly slower. Kero, with long blonde hair falling in front of his bright blue eyes, shyly shifted his feet a bit in his mummy costume. It had been at least two hours since they'd been dropped off to go trick-or-treating, and the small blonde's bladder had been filling progressively the whole time. The only problem was that he was wrapped up with high-quality gauze bandage so tightly, he couldn't get it off by himself. His father had expertly wrapped him; his
Nothing beautiful can stayThrough my curious tear filled eyes, the world changes.Nothing beautiful can stay5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the cotton looking leaves on the bitter black trees,
To the dark demons coming through the burning crying leaves.
I blink once and the angelic leaves begin to fade.
I blink twice and everything turns gray.
Everything around me fades away,
Nothing beautiful can stay.
Dark demons swarm around,
As I watch my world burn to the ground.
I sit in the ashes of once beautiful things and all I can do is cry.
I cry for what is lost,
I cry for all my pain,
But I mainly cry for the demons.
The demons of the night that destroyed my world.
I cry for them because they're all that's left.
All that's left in this cruel black place.
All that's left to hold on to.
They approach me as a huge dark mass.
They stop just a few feet away from me.
One lone demon steps towards me,
And I collapse further into the crisp ashes.
I can see this demons mysterious eyes.
What should be white is a dusty gray,
What should be color has deep smoky stone like textur
Holding CellA/N: This is an A:TLA omorashi story. If that bothers you, don't read! Victim today: Zuko. 8DHolding Cell2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Well, their field trip had ended poorly. Now they were locked in a tiny Fire Nation cell, awaiting who knows what, and both Katara and Zuko were bound with their hands behind their backs to the wall. They sat in silence, Katara fuming and glaring at the floor, and Zuko with his eyes closed, deep in concentration. Or trying to sleep, whatever.
If she just had some fucking water. Even with her hands bound behind her, she was skilled enough to bend with just her fingers. But the room was hot, with dry air funneled in, just as Hama had said. Zuko could probably firebend at someone with his legs free, but they'd need a guard to check in on them first, and they hadn't seen another soul since they were dumped here six hours ago.
Zuko huffed a frustrated breath. She figured he was probably bored
Sesshoumaru OmorashiSesshoumaru Omorashi3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a demon, Sesshoumaru did not have the many weaknesses of humanity. He only required rest every few months, he only needed sustenance once a year, and the act of relieving himself could often be put off for far longer, since thirst was a foreign concept to him.
It may surprise you to know this, but the Prince of the Western Lands has never relieved himself the wilderness, despite his near constant traveling. Such an act would be shameful to his upbringing, and therefore whenever he felt an urge he could not ignore, he made his way back to his palace, no matter the distance. Not once had he ever let his needs take priority over more important tasks; he would simply change course to his palace if he was able. If not he held it.
He was a full-blooded demon lord, after all. He would never let such a thing as a need to urinate dictate his actions.
Lord Sesshoumaru had been feeling a clear urge for the past week now, however Naraku's scent had been unusually strong as of late, and as he fo
Torture**This story contains omorashi. Do not read or comment if this isn't your thing.Torture4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yuuko was sitting in seventh period taking notes when a sudden urge hit her. She hasn't used the bathroom all day and now after many frequent stops to the water fountain, the pressure was starting to get to her. She dismissed the feel and decided that she could wait until after class, crossing her legs tightly to prevent anything "bad" happening. As the class went by, it seemed like time would not move any faster. It seemed like she had been taking notes forever and couldn't seem to get rid of the nagging feeling in her bladder. It became a constant switch of leg crossings; right, left, right, left. It was the only thing she could do to stop the feeling from becoming worse than it already is. She was the student council president and Miss Academics for the past two years she has been in high school. If people found out about her distress, people would shake her off for the wrong person and her reputation w
There's a number below...0100001101100001011There's a number below...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Accidents HappenDeath Note yaoi omorashi LightxlAccidents Happen3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was like any other day at head quarters. Going through mountains of documents and false leads for the Kira case. Well except everyone had their eyes locked on a certain panda eyed detective as he drank his jolly rancher soda, his seventh one to be exact! Not to mention the three cups of Grande coffee and a whole teapot of English tea he had earlier.
L didn't even notice he was being stared at, even as Light gave him frequent side glances. Which he usually took acknowledge of immediately.
Actually L did notice Light but yesterday the two lovers got into a argument and things between them are still rocky.
When it was obvious that L was not going to respond to any of their stares or even notice for that matter. Light called his name. The only response he got from the detective was a quick side glance to show that he was listening as he drank through a bendy straw.
"Are you ok? You're drinking an awful lot today. That's like your tenth bottle of soda" Li
Mello's prankThe hallways were pitch dark as a young blonde boy creeped along the hallways of Wammy's house, chuckling darkly to himself.Mello's prank5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is gonna be good .it's time that stupid Near got what he deserved " he muttered angrily to himself. Mello's anger had been building all day since just that very morning; first, during primary classes, Near had scored just a number of points higher than he on a homework assignment. Then, in secondary classes, he'd scored another higher mark, this time on a quiz they had taken a few days before that Mello was certain he'd beaten him in. but no. every time he thought he'd come close to defeating the little cotton-ball boy, he came up short by just a few points. A tiny percentage. A small margin. Well, no more of that. He was fed up with constantly losing; tonight, he was going to get the child back. If he couldn't beat Near in grades, he could always beat him in craft and cunning, and of course skulduggery.
The water in the bowl he held s
Four Years Young? FMA ficThe InfantryFour Years Young? FMA fic4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary- Ed gets turned into a small child, and Roy must take care of him. This story does involve Omorashi... sort of... does it count is its a little kid? I wrote this like . Months ago. So not sure if it's worth posting. But here it is anyway!
Edward was currently in a brawl against the immortality obsessed lunatic that central had had their eyes on for some time. And let's just say the fight wasn't going in his favor.
"Augh!" Ed's struggles against the man were not going unheard as the lunatic landed another blow on the side of the young alchemists head.
"I'll get you for that Bastard!" Ed looked to his side to see that Al was still a crumbled heap of metal near the edge of the room. 'Man this guy is strong, not only did he take out al, but he's giving me hell as well!'
Ed was about to land a jab when the man twisted at the last second, at the same time grabbing one of Al's abandoned metal pieces.
That was Ed's last thought before h
Writer's OathAs a writer, I swear on my word and my honor to do my best,Writer's Oath2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
To always strive for the unobtainable;
To not only reach for, but to walk among the stars;
To never lose the awe and wonderment of life,
And to see the world, if only for a moment, with the simple faith and wonder of a child;
To kindle the flame of imagination within the hearts of all whom I come into contact with;
To never scoff at the whimsical;
To keep a hearty belief in dragons and fairies burning strong in my heart;
To believe that giants can be slain, and evils vanquished;
To not merely search for a hero in dark times, but to seek to be one;
To look ever to my friends for inspiration, and also to seek to be that inspiring light;
To remember that the darkest hour of night is when the promise of coming dawn is the brightest;
To stand up for truth and right, regarding not the opposition;
To be ever open to new possibilities,
And yet to always say what must be said in the way it ought to be said;
To remember that the pen is
Law with UchihasAU. As always I prefer desperation to wetting Itachi based!Law with Uchihas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sasuke wondered to himself why exactly he had managed to let his brother talk him into coming with him to work. Itachi had promised the court case he was working on was interesting and would be of great use for Sasuke to come and study for his degree in psychology. However, he'd come into it a couple of days late due to badly timed classes and was been sitting with his brother at the prosecution table trying not to fall asleep on it.
"Oi," he said to Itachi, who was tapping his pen on the desk next to him and looking distracted. Itachi glanced at him, raising an eyebrow in question and halting the tapping. "I thought you said this would be interesting."
"I thought it would be," Itachi replied. "I didn't expect the jury to take two hours about deliberating. The guy is clearly guilty, after all- it should have taken ten minutes at the most."
"You just think that because you're his prosecutor," Sasuke pointed out.
Losing Control~Black Butler~Losing Control4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
SUMMARY-Sebastian decides to teach Ciel a lesson by taking away his power, showing him that he truly is a child without control, and not an adult as he perceives himself to be. Warning: First chapter involves bed wetting.
"Sebastian, I'm hungry "
"Yes young master."
Today was a slightly more peaceful day then most. There wasn't much to do at the Phantomhive mansion. There was less mistakes (from other staff), less arguing (from other staff), and of course less disasters (that Sebastian would have to clean up, because of the other staff).
But even on the best days at Phantomhive, Sebastian was always hard at work with his young
"What would you like for lunch today young master?" The demon asked, an innocent smile gracing his lips.
Ciel took a long moment in his ponderings until he came up with a decision "I want a pasta dish."
"I'll begin on it immediately. But why don't you go to the living area and relax while I make it for you?"
"No. I want to
Russia and the Rollercoaster (Hetalia Omorashi)Warning: contains Hetalia omorashi (pee desperation/ wetting). If it isn't your thing, DO NOT read.Russia and the Rollercoaster (Hetalia Omorashi)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ivan had had this problem since he was young, when an illness turned into an infection and completely robbed him of his bladder control for the next several years. He would not regain any sort of control until he entered his teenage years. Only his younger sister, Natalya, knew of his plight, sworn to secrecy under the threat that Ivan would never speak to her again if she were to mention it to anyone. His older sister somewhat knew as well, though she never mentioned it to anyone, inuding Ivan. As time passed, however, he slowly regained control of his bladder. By early adulthood, he had completely regained control, save a leak here or there. Though he had regained control, Ivan's bladder was still severely weakened from his childhood infection; he could maintain control so long as he had no sudden scares or waited too long for a bathroom break. And neither were a problem, the Rus
A Broken StoryA Broken Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She ran, flinching slightly as the brambles tore into her skin. She lifted her arm, pointing at her mirror image, her twin.
"Yae, please don't leave me behind!" she wailed, stumbling a bit. She was growing so tired...And suddenly, the ground underneath her sandals was gone. She fell, screaming at the world. Screaming at her sister to save her. Screaming because of the pain she felt as the scarlet ribbons flew from her skin. Screaming from the pain she felt as her heart broke. And finally, she screamed because she knew her fate, even before her body connected with the ground far below.
As she hit the ground, she heard several snaps, knowing it was her arm and her leg. She looked down, and screamed even louder as she noticed the bone sticking from her leg.
"YAE! ONEE-CHAN! PLEAAASSSEE!" Sae wailed, sobs interrupting her words. She was feeling dizzy now, and she laid her head down on the ground, so tired. She never noticed the footsteps of the approaching villagers, or the c
Snow Day (Hetalia Omorashi)Warning: Hetalia Omorashi (pee desperation/ wetting); don't like don't read.Snow Day (Hetalia Omorashi)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Fin, Fin, wake up." Sweden said, as he shook the smaller nation. " 's snowing."
The smaller nation shot up, and ran to the window to find what his lover said was true.
"It's the first big snowfall of the season!" Finland exclaimed. "Oh, let's to out and play in it before its over!"
"After breakfast." Sweden said, as he wrapped his arms around Finland.
He kissed him on the cheek, and released him before he walked back into the kitchen to finish breakfast. Finland quickly changed from his pajamas into a pair of long johns followed by a pair of jeans, and a warm turtleneck.
He walked out into the kitchen and sat at the table just as Sweden brought their plates over and sat down himself. Finland devoured his breakfast quickly, not wanting to waste another minute of this beautiful snow day. He washed it down with a big glass of milk before rinsing his dishes and running to th
Itachi's Coach TripAU, Itachi based omorashi. Yes, there's wetting this time! A request for Omo-Art.Itachi's Coach Trip4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If there was one thing Itachi hated it was school trips. Not because he didn't enjoy visiting new and wonderful places, but more because he was left in charge of a bunch of hyperactive pupils, likely doped up on caffeine or sugar thanks to the early morning, with far too much excess energy to burn. Once the first half of the day was out the way he would feel better, he reassured himself as he rubbed his temples and nursed a cup of coffee.
To his left his brother was lying across the table in front of them, apparently pointedly ignoring one hyperactive and sugar filled blond across the table. It didn't faze Naruto, who simply carried on as though both his companions were riveted by his conversation.
"Naruto," Sasuke eventually spoke up, pulling his head up and glaring across the table. "It's six thirty in the morning. Shut the fuck up."
Itachi sighed and sipped his coffee once more, deciding it was
Our Secret (Hetalia Omorashi)Warning: Hetalia omorashi (pee desperation/ wetting), don't like don't read.Our Secret (Hetalia Omorashi)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't get too far ahead of me, Italy. I don't think anyone would believe me if you were kidnapped by Bigfoot." Germany said, as he followed the Italian down the trail.
"He's just a myth~!" Italy smiled. "It'd be more likely for a longana to get me where we're going."
"Longana?" Germany asked.
"Sí, it's like a faun. It is half-human, half-goat."
"Like that one Greek god, right? Pan?"
"Sí~!" Italy said. "Longanas live in coves or on cliffs in groups."
"And we're on our way to one of these cliffs, right?" Germany asked, unsure if the Italian had stopped paying attention to the trail. He had had the feeling since they stopped for a water break an hour or so ago.
"That's right!" Italy replied. "Maybe we'll see a mermaid resting down on the rocks, too." Italy seemed to excite himself with the idea.
"Mermaid sightings are rare, Italy." the German warned. "Don't get disappointed if you don't see any."
"I won't~!" Ita
Germany and the Bumpy Bus Ride (Hetalia Omorashi)Warning: Hetalia Omorashi (pee desperation/ wetting); don't like, don't read.Germany and the Bumpy Bus Ride (Hetalia Omorashi)4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Damn. I drank too much!” Germany huffed to himself as he slumped against the bus shelter. “I can’t drive home like this. Beer Man took my keys. ‘Take the bus home’, he says. I’m fine.”
Just as the last word slipped from his lips, he tipped forward, losing his balance and falling face first into the pavement. Quite comically, actually. If one were a passerby, it would have been quite humorous. After a moment, he sat up and leaned against the shelter.
“I’m not fine.” He admitted. “I know when I’ve had too much and it was between two and four rounds ago, considering it’s around there that I lost count. I can’t remember how many drinks I had.”
“One more thing I can’t remember.” He mumbled, as the late night bus screeched to a stop.
“Getting on?” called the driver, in a rough vo
Harry Styles Omorashi - BedtimeHarry shifts against Louis on the couch, trying to get into a comfier position. His bladder has started to bother him a little, a dull twinge telling him to go empty it soon. It’s nothing too urgent though, and he decides that it can wait until after the movie they are currently watching finishes. It’s been a long day full of interviews and promo, and Harry was relieved to finally get home and crash on the couch in the living room with Louis. Harry yawns and snuggles into Louis’ chest, sighing contentedly as gentle fingers stroke through his curls, easing the tension from the day. He feels himself drifting off to sleep, and succumbs to it, forgetting about his promise to himself to go to the loo before bed.Harry Styles Omorashi - Bedtime1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He wakes up about thirty minutes later, judging by the end credits rolling on the television screen, to Louis picking him up and carrying him towards the stairs leading up to their bedroom. He’s still half asleep, and barely registers the slight shake of his
RS: Wetting?Dave was sleeping peacefully till an akward feeling had awoke him. He had just woke up from an exciting dream that would lead to that akward feeling. Wet feeling. He sat up and felt the cushions and gasped. Yup, another case of bed wetting. Dave was scared. Of course he was used to bed wetting but in his own bed. Last night, he had slept over Benson's apartment, on the sofa.RS: Wetting?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Oh, man, Master's gonna kill me for this,' Dave thought to himself. There was no way of getting out of this. The sofa was wet and of course, Benson was going to notice. 'What am I going to do now?'
"Morning, Dave," He perked up when he heard his name. Benson walked towards him. "Hey, lets have breakfast at the restaurant today."
Dave was nervous. He pulled the covers over him, ignoring the wet feeling under him. "Uh, can we go later?"
"Why? You feel sick?" Benson felt Dave's forehead.
"Uh, no. I'm fine. I just want to sleep in a little longer... I'm still tired."
"But we need to practice early for the stick hockey
Black SacramentBring forth a shadow from the black of the Rift,Black Sacrament3 years ago in Horror More Like This
to move in the night and through the darkness shift.
Let them be swift and silent, that my foe cannot hear.
--Sweet Mother, sweet Mother, send your child unto me,
for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear.--
I offer my septims that you take their breath,
That your dagger will swiftly carry their death.
To Sithis, my Mother, will you take my foe here?
--Sweet Mother, sweet Mother, send your child unto me,
for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear.--
Get Me Out Of HereMy entry for the Omorashi Fanatics summer contest. AU Naruto fanfic, Sasuke based with desperation and wetting. Enjoy!Get Me Out Of Here3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sun, sea and sand- what more could we want?"
Sasuke eyed his brother disdainfully, shielding his eyes from the sun above them. "For you to not steal all the shade of the parasol," he replied. "You aren't going to get much of a tan under that."
Itachi sat up, allowing his brother to crawl across out of the sunlight to be underneath it with him.
"Dear, dear Sasuke," he said, shaking his head with a sigh. "Anyone would think you didn't want a tan."
"I don't," Sasuke snapped, folding his arms. "Neither do you."
"Why did you agree to come on a beach holiday then? Worse still, why did I offer to drive you and end up staying with you?"
"Naruto is very persuasive," Sasuke sighed. "As for you, who knows? I imagine the ladies in bikinis are quite the pull for you."
Itachi smirked as Sasuke fixed his dark eyes on Naruto, who was standing at the edge of the sea, tentati