Cliches - ''TF'' StoriesOn Literature:Cliches - ''TF'' Stories4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Most "TF" stories have a tendency to include the abbreviation "TF" somewhere in the title, in conjunction with what the transformee/victim is turning into.
Rarely will a TF story give much character development or expanded plot prior to the transformation.
Rarely will a transformation-themed story carry on beyond completion of the transformation.
In those that do (particularly short stories), the aftermath is typically brief in explanation, and often closed.
TF stories involving author-inserts are frequently derived from role-plays.
If present, TF stories tend to describe genitalia in:
deliberate 'kiddy' terms (i.e. manhood, woman-parts, member, etc); or
deliberate anatomical terms which seem out of place within the rest of the story.
This is especially common in transgender-themed TF stories.
The most common setting for a TF story is a generic non-descript locale.
if it is modern fantasy, it is usually Anytown, USA.
Transformations generally o
An Ode To AutismAUTISMAn Ode To Autism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Is For Artistic
U Is For Unique
T Is For Tried and True
I Is For Inventive
S Is For Smart
M Is For Magnificent, Marvelous
My Name is Melissa and I Have Aspergers.
Sometimes I don't know the answer to a question but that doesn't make me stupid.
I Love Cartoons, Scifi/Fantasy, Comedy and most genres.
I like almost everyone I meet unless they give me a reason not to.
Some people May say I am Naive But my solitude helps my creativity.
Sometimes I Have so many Ideas I don't know what to write!
My Name is Melissa
I has born at 5:11pm On Thursday May 18th, 1978. On a rainy afternoon
I believe Many things but that doesn't mean i believe in the wrong things.
Just Because I think Differently Doesn't mean I am odd. It Sometimes means I have to switch my train of thought or watch what i say but it also means i remember everything i am told & always follow rules.
I am Melissa and I have Aspergers, Like most people i seek people who accept me as I am. I May Not be sure what it me
Writing Transformation StoriesMy background: I've been writing F&SF stories since around high school, and probably more often than not, they've involved some kind of transformation. I've got two novels out now on Amazon and I'm involved in a couple of writing Web sites and a mailing list called TSA-Talk.Writing Transformation Stories2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I find the topic interesting because it's a versatile story element. It can be used for humor, horror, mystery, or other kinds of stories. It's central to science fiction and fantasy. In those genres, something major has changed in the world. In a TF story it's YOU that's changing. It's more personal, and that personal aspect lets you do things with a story that are emotional and give a character a strong motivation.
EXERCISE: Pick a setting, any setting, and a type of transformation. Maybe also a specific type of character. Work out the gist of a story. The example I had in mind: "The Wild West" + "The Sheriff" + "Werewolf". What my audience came up with was much stranger: "Medieval Fantasy" + "Steampunk Mechanica
Writing On the WaterWriting On the Water3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write secrets atop the surface of the water
This pond is my journal
The fish within it are my witnesses
They alone know the intents behind each of my words
My finger is a death-ray; silent but efficient
against all my deepest-felt notions of humanity and faith
It swirls out spells without a somatic component to them
Change has come to the shore of this little nook in the woods
I write down my fears on each ripple
They fade into infinity
Becoming none from many
Becoming mythology rather than substance
The sky above my mad errand is fading to night
Stars are trying to peek over my shoulder
The leaves on the wind attempt to tap me on the head
hoping to distract me long enough for those stars to read my secrets
Like my secrets across the surface of the water
I am fading
Like a loss of hope when faced with overwhelming force
My great work becomes insubstantial
The water continues to move
Subsuming, absorbing all that I was intending to make of it
The best laid plans are orphaned notions
DragonsIn my dreams I ride on dragonsDragons9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Of fire and dew, blood-red
And pure white. In my dreams
I have the confidence to love my body,
But this is dream-shown in the way I flaunt it
And in the way They want it
As They want others. I am
Not the stunted one, second-best with the speech impediment.
I do not compete endlessly with those
Of the bee-stung lips, fragile bones sliding
Smoothly under untainted skin. My dragons and I,
We soar through clouds made of the souls lost
To the soul-less. Our sun is hidden beyond
The mountains in the distance. Those tall towers
With words carved into them,
Words I cannot read from this distance. We
fly closer and the soul-clouds crowd us
Whispering of poisoned lands, pulsating earth
Riddled with pox-marks. A bit higher then,
Away from the tainted soil. The words are
Readable. A Wilfred Owen quote?
"I have paid the price to live my life
On the terms that I have chosen"
Between a world filled with instant beauty
And passionate, fleeting love, and my
Dreams of soul
The Tales Of Giant Kitties P1The Tales Of Giant Kitties P14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Tales of Giant Kitties
(Part One-Adventure in New York)
Ginger nut had always loved glamorous places and shopping for fish but she had never been anywhere exotic before she was a secret sex in the city fan and so it was her long life dream to travel to new York and she did not care how long it would take her to get there she was going to the big apple. It was Friday morning and ginger nut was having her morning feast of meat in gravy her owner Carol hated the smell and never understood what fascinated ginger so much but she loved it. On the coffee table Carol had holiday brochures for California, Canada, Spain, Mexico and New York and of course she was in two minds whether to go to Canada or New York maybe it was because her mother was in Canada and she was all the way in Chicago but she just could not decide so ginger decided for her. With a big jump that broke the coffee table Ginger landed on the New York brochure and meowed loudly as if to say "mummy lets go to New York" and so
Time Heals Nothing..in MeTime Heals Nothing..in Me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Time Heals Nothing
Your sprit passes threw me like a cold breeze on a warm day,
no physical being left to see,
but I know you are with me.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
I've gone to all the places you would be,
still I cant except your not with me.
your grave is so lonely,
like two staring eyes in the night.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
Innocence LostIt was perfect.Innocence Lost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was bliss.
It made her feel like an adult.
She's lying in the bed of the boy she had loved all through school,
The man who she has wanted for years.
And this is her time to prove she's not the little girl he used to know anymore.
She giggles, still caught up in the high of what she has done
She's no longer a sixteen year old girl.
She's a woman, all grown up in the span of minutes between the soft sheets of his bed.
He's an adult, a proper adult and he's shared the secrets of life and love with her.
He climbs out of bed, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek that sends her emotions into overdrive.
As he pulls his clothes on and she does the same, she looks to him to learn the proper etiquette following such events.
After all he is the experienced one, and she's always been eager to learn.
"I have to go," he says not looking at her, "You know how to get home from here right?"
"Right," she says, her face falling a little.
"I'll see you later all right," he says, kissing h
CaffeineCaffeine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are always there for me
no matter the time.
If I am able to love,
I love you, my eternal valentine.
Black, strong body, perfumed,
and a bit bitter, I confess.
But your warmth and your taste,
gently, my mouth, caress.
Bolder with your warmth,
the black ink in my veins.
When I'm losing my mind,
you help me to keep sane.
I need you to keep alive,
you make me awake, you make me keen.
But even if I were mess,
I'd be a mess full of caffeine.
The planet may go stray,
and it'd be all right to me.
I forget all my concerns
with a good cup of strong coffee.
Creating an Original Character - ApplicationCreating an Original Character - ApplicationCreating an Original Character - Application3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is the second part of the OC creation/development guide, so if you haven't read the first, it's called "Creating a Well-Balanced OC." In this part we are now going to apply the points I made in the first guide to an actual character, which will be my original character, Marise. This is so that you'll have a better picture of what I mean by the specifics in each point, because usually things are better understood when it's applied to something or an example is given.
Notice that I changed the title, taking out the "well-balanced" part. This is because the evaluation I'm about to make and every little detail I give on Marise Asahina will be objective. This means that I am leaving opinions aside and am allowing YOU all to determine whether you believe this character to be well-developed or not.
An important note to consider is that this is in no way a "defense" I am creating for this OC either. I figured I wouldn't be step
First KissLaughter tumbles, slowly,First Kiss5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From old metal balconies,
Where timid lovers share
And hold each other
A little too tightly.
Sunlight dances softly
Across lines of bright flowers,
Caressing red and yellow petals,
Blowing lightly in the breeze.
The sound of cars far below
Permeating the summer haze,
As they rush to and fro,
Only they will know.
In the evening
The last of the light
Gently slides across chimney pots
And bright red roof tiles,
Sinking slowly to sleep,
Leaving closing flowers
And the slowly dying laughter
From dark old balconies
As weak reminders
Of the bright day,
Hidden by the pale light
Of a summer full moon.
Telepathic Troubles (Sungrazer Story 2 Complete)The alarms had quieted down, but he hive was still on high alert, troops ready in their darts and in their stations at the turret guns. As soon as their Queen gave the word, they were ready to spring the attack. Of course, the other hive would probably be equally as ready.Telepathic Troubles (Sungrazer Story 2 Complete)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Sungrazer slowed to a halt in front of his older half-brother who was waiting in reserves, to be directed as needed. ~I wish to help defend the hive.~
Torrent snarled. ~No. Go to a designated safe room. ~
Sungrazer didn’t budge. ~I’m the best dart flyer on the hive and we both know it. I also have a good command over the warriors. I can make a difference. Just give me a chance!~
~Are you so eager to take you place among the stars and for me to find your worshipper a new officer to serve? When you can feed as a man, when you know the interrelatedness of life, you may put your life on the line to die as a one.~
Crossing has hands over his chest, he countered, ~I can die just as easily if the enti
To love a monster, chapter 11CHAPTER 11:To love a monster, chapter 113 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was dragged into darkness, my body felt limp but still I fought it. The light above me was growing smaller, my life was being extinguished. I pulled myself towards it, but my hands were growing weaker, slower. Finally I gave up and allowed myself to fall. And then I was caught in strong arms.
"Hey stupid, I never thought you would give up so easily!" My eyes grew wide in shock. It was Leila.
"Is this death Lei?" I asked her with longing. Maybe I would see my family now.
"Death? Oh, no this is far from death. I mean don't you recognize your own mind?" I looked around myself and saw my memories flying around. I heard my thoughts, they were so angry, scared. There in the middle of the room I saw a little girl. She was clutching her legs, swinging back and forward.
"Who is that Lei?" She stroked my hair and smiled gently. How I missed her smile.
"It's you, don't you recognize yourself." And truly it was me. My flaming hair was long and my ice blue eyes were trimmed with red.
AutismAutism.Autism7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My definitions for this word are:
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Attention Defesit Disorder (ADD)
I am cursed with autism.
I am confused whether my thinking is normal or not.
I am the only one.
I see teens with incredible thinking power.
I see science everywhere.
I see sin.
My mind carries no common sense.
My mind can never come up with the right words for me to say.
My mind is imperfect.
I repeat real life events I see over and over in my head.
I concentrate on hatred passed to me from other people.
I have incredible issues.
There are people whom I see have flaws in their learning.
There is a brain tumor collaborating with my brain.
There is no cure for Autism.
This disorder scars my personality.
This disorder keeps me away from being a white sheep.
This disorder is my host.
Associated with selective hearing.
Associated with an incontrollable temper.
Commission: Trials By SeaThe weather was clear and fair. Good conditions for the merchant vessel "The Entrapanour" to set sail for Waterdeep. Jatariel felt a pang of remorse that her mood could not be as generous as the climate. Her usual serene but frosty temperament was being tested with Breena, her human acolyte. This past month had been riddled with storms all along the coast and out in the seas. It was only early summer, not unusual this time of year for storms, but Breena had a dislike for the harsh weather. The girl had to learn big waves and storms were the very heart of Umberlee!Commission: Trials By Sea3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jatariel glanced at the fair haired Breena with a tiny frown she could not smother. The girl was helping the sailors repair the hull of the vessel while engaging in their raunchy singing about a mermaid. The child had a lovely voice, but it was better spent practicing prayers and chanting spells. The sun elf priestess squared her shoulders and smoothly collected the child,
Socairs Geschichte - Ein Auszug 03Tatsächlich ist Socair so entspannt, wie er lange nicht mehr war in seinem Leben, wenn überhaupt. Die Muskulatur ist weich geknetet und er hatte fantastischen Sex - nicht übel für eine Nacht. Einzig eine Stunde mehr Schlaf wäre noch optimaler gewesen... aber da er davon ausgeht, dass auch Gregor sich noch mal hinlegen muss, wird er die wohl gleich bekommen. Schließlich ist es wirklich noch sehr früh. Nach dem Frühstück würde er mit dem Burschen dann ein wenig trainieren, mal sehen.Socairs Geschichte - Ein Auszug 033 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Kein Wort zu Deiner Mutter. Wir waren lediglich trinken und es ist etwas später geworden."
"Natürlich, Herr Ceannas."
Schon haben Sie das Etablissement verlassen und ihnen schlägt die frische Morgenluft entgegen. Es ist bereits angenehm warm und Vögel haben mit ihrem Gesang begonnen, die ersten zaghaften Sonnenstrahlen treffen auf die Strasse. Socair bleibt einen Moment lang stehen und atmet tief durch, inhaliert den späten Früh
What You Deserve"I've just... never known what it feels like," She said this more to herself than me, it was almost as if saying it aloud made it real. "I, never thought that it could or would happen to me, I've always thought that being in love meant you did the best for the other person, making sure they were okay, forgetting about yourself and-" She caught herself mid sentence snapping her eyes back to me with such precision, almost infantile in some ways, and to think that she was the eldest of the two of us, and yet, she hadn't experienced it herself in the ways that I had and still was, "but, it's not like that at all, I was... so, blind". She pulled up another tuft of grass and added it to the pile in between us.What You Deserve2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Butterflies" I said with a light smile at the memory, "It feels like butterflies and panic, erratic fits of passion and you almost feel needy, but- you just can't help it. It's like the centre of your being and all of who you are; recognises that this person in front of you is, everyt
I will never know, but I wouldTRANSMENI will never know, but I would5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never know how painful it is to get caught in my zipper. I would take the chance, if it meant I had a penis and I could pee standing up
I will never know how embarrassing it is to get an erection in public. I would happily hide my visible arousal, if it meant I could get an erection.
I will never know the disgust of having to go to the doctor for a prostate exam. I would go and get an exam every week, if it meant I had a prostate.
I will never know the agony of being kicked in the balls. I wouldn't curse or scream about it, if it meant I had balls that could be injured.
I will never need to use a condom for the reason "I don't want my partner to get pregnant". I'd never gripe about having to use a condom, if it meant I had the ability to get someone pregnant.
I will never know the moodiness, bloating, and cramps of having PMS. I would not complain and I would try to deal with the agony, if it meant I got a period.
I will never know the dread of going to a g
The Night She Was Taken To The Monster-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-The Night She Was Taken To The Monster3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Night She Was Taken To The Monster
Josephine A. Mustafa
[based on a true story]
The night of June 13, 2012, was the night everything changed for her. Even though she was two months away from turning 24, she had always been this sweet, innocent, naïve little girl, living in her own perfect little world. Her parents and brother had sheltered her well from such crimes as she would witness this night, perhaps that's why this night was so life-altering and traumatising for her.
It was around sunset that her father took her to see a doctor. He was more of a religious person than a doctor, or so he claimed, but her father trusted him, so she obeyed. She was always a good girl, listening to what her father, mother, or brother told her, so she did not oppose. Regardless, she did cry. She cried all the way as she was taken to see this doctor. She was crying because she knew there was nothing wrong with he
ImagineImagineImagine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waking up one morning
In a deserted home
No footsteps, no chatter
The building is silent
And home no longer
Walking down the streets
No one spares you a glance
All your friends are gone
Did they even exist?
Imagine, talking by yourself
Your only friend,
The face in the mirror
You start to see
The ghosts around you
Shadows start to speak
You know what true loneliness is.
Between Two Worlds (Sungrazer Story 3 Complete)~Sungrazer, I need your help. Would you please meet me at my quarters? It is important.~Between Two Worlds (Sungrazer Story 3 Complete)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Changing his path from his own quarters to Vector's, Sungrazer made his way to the biological scientist's direction without hesitation or question. While he had pressing matters to prepare for, it was a welcome distraction and he had time to help out a friend. And, as much time as he had spent in the labs to accompany his personal worshipper for study of her Ancient genes, the two Wraith had become good friends. ~I'm on my way.~
It was the first time he had seen a culled, unsympathetic human up close. Although he could not yet feed, Sungrazer felt his body responding to the smell of fear and hatred in the room emanating from her. His pupils dilated and his hand twitched slightly in an instinctual mix of predatory excitement and defensive alertness. He could see why, as a Wraith who could not yet feed, he was a better candidate for Vector to turn to than most.
The terrified human sat on Vector's
GoodbyeEven though your heart is grievingGoodbye3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look into the sky and keep believing
'Cause you know that deep down through all the pain
There will be a day when you are free again
I was there when life turned to death
I was there when you breathed your last breath
Now I am here with a look full of fear
Too scared to move, my eyes filled with tears
I watch you walk, amazed at the sight
As you follow the trail of light
You turn around and smile at me
You say that you have been set free
You start to walk towards the light
Then all is silent, an empty night
I stare in wonder, my mouth is dry
Tears trickle down my face,
As I whisper
PricelessI don't need any presentPriceless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for me to know you're mine.
Rings are just golden collars.
Diamonds, stones that shine.
Why a bouquet with many flowers
is better than a single one,
if love can't be measured, and
it's enough by itself, alone?
Venice and Paris are nice,
but I can love you regardless the place.
Who cares about "where"
if I have your kiss and your embrace?
Why expensive clothes and shoes as
Chanel, Louboutin, Dior and Louis Vuitton,
if I can love you even better
when we have no clothes on?
Luxury and wealth
are always welcome, for sure.
But my love for you, which has no price
is my most valuable treasure.