The Tales Of Giant Kitties P1The Tales Of Giant Kitties P13 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
DragonsIn my dreams I ride on dragonsDragons8 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
Time Heals Nothing..in MeTime Heals Nothing..in Me3 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
Writing On the WaterWriting On the Water2 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
DaddyDaddy is a hero.Daddy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whether it's night or day,
he comes in the right time
to keep monsters away.
Daddy is an athlete and a doctor.
When he plays rugby with me,
he brings me band-aids.
for my skinned knees.
Daddy is lovely.
Mummy is always in a rush.
But he always finds time
to make her smile... or blush.
Dad is my example.
He shows me what's right or wrong.
He's patient and nice,
yet so firm and strong.
Other fathers read stories
when it's time to sleep.
Mine reads the ones.
he's written especially for me.
I just want him to know
what he means to me.
Daddy, you're the best father ever,
and you'll always be.
Astar'Nirreluae / WolfsongAstar'Nirreluae / Wolfsong3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shineitu vallen nirod
Astar, an'Vallai il'Dunell?
Ae vjehhne, marrot
Don nirelluno uae'Sallen.
Ae'Auillen lero qyasar
Ae vjehhne, marrot, arad'mo.
A'nihve, Astar, an'Narli
Why did you leave me
Wolf, my sorrow-brother?
Together we ran, we danced
And sang the songs to the Moon.
Our souls shall be together
We shall run and dance forever.
Our fire will never burn.
We shall never falter or fall.
Hail to you Wolf, my friend.
May you walk with the Moon (goodbye).
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
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 would4 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
Unfinished Business (Story Complete)ClosedUnfinished Business (Story Complete)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The pewter box sat defiantly on the table in front of him, holding captive its unknown contents. Its heavily sculpted, symmetrical, and node-like design did not seem Wraith. Nightfrost glared and ran the tips of his long nails along the table's rim. He hadn't expected this.
Grudgingly, he sought out FarReacher with his thoughts. His assigned shadower and point of contact for this hive was his only choice. He missed the days of before the Wraith civil war, when resources were plentiful and he could board any hive at any time, without question. Life was so good back then. Not that he had any right to complain right now. His hive wasn't on the best of terms with this one; yet, Queen Fairmoons had honored his request to seek closure for his loss. Her men had treated him cordially, granting him access to casual gathering places on the hive, in game rooms, gyms, and the firing range, gladly exchanging tales of childhood adventures for more recent updates. Even his guest room was well-
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
My AngelMy Angel5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everything I did.
I did it to save her.
I tried to save her...
But I didn't save her from me.
I killed her.
I lost everything!
I lost Padmé.
I lost our child.
I lost our love!
Why did I kill her?
Why did the force lie to me?
Why taunt me?
She was alive.
I felt it!
Come back to me!
Please my angel!
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,
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
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
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
CHAPTER 0 : THE QUEEN OF BLACK CATSCHAPTER 0 : THE QUEEN OF BLACK CATS3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER 0 : The queen of black cats and the cat kingdom
Darkness was all over town. Black energy that appeared changed everything. People have changed. The energy that gave power, awakened in everybody the desire for power that was already there. Not all people have changed, but those who did, they began to implement their own laws, destroy, take what they want. Those without power, could not resist...
Psychic, invisible force driven by the power of thoughts that moved things, and black power, the energy that shocked like electricity and devoured things like fire, creating an explosion. People with power have multiplied, creating the very first demons. Everything was destroyed. People were dying out among the clans of demons who fought for power. Either die or to change, master the power and fight for yourself, for something. The only law that was still there was the law of the stronger. Black power is flowing through my native city, visible to eye, like a black mist, insens
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.
Life at its Best - NaPo #1People waste lifetime as the heart feigns its beats.Life at its Best - NaPo #13 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Too scared to let them run out, we keep our seconds for peace.
To live is too survive, but survival is a lie
Should it keep us trapped in a life only fit for the mundane.
We feel we risk far too much should we venture out for once.
Caught in our own obsession for safety and long life.
Is life worth living if you've never seen what you could give?
Hide yourself, preserve yourself, but your life means nothing then.
We'd like to know that if we passed on, we would be sadly mourned,
But who will mourn a person that no one ever knows?
To be missed you must have reasons for being on this earth.
Or you'll join your creator with the world left on its own.
It's time to break out of our shells, to see the world and feel its spell.
Adventure far and don't hold back, make this life be worth it.
You've got so much locked inside you, so much to be let out.
Stand up and show the world, let your power be your crown.
Give your heart away today, let t
is it blissful?uncertainty pulledis it blissful?10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pin from the grenade
like he pulled the pin
from her hair
and locks fell like silk
waterfalls upon her shoulders,
future happiness fell
like shrapnel, embedding into
the inevitability shook
like war as they shook together
like love shakes every fiber in
our being to convince us of
some things do last forever.
but the days die
as soldiers quiver in their wounds,
regrets that dig deeper the longer
they live entangled in one another
until they die too, eyes fixing into
each others starless nights.
and how gently they went,
he from her, her from him.
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.
Socairs Geschichte - Ein Auszug 01Seitdem sie heute morgen aufgebrochen waren, ging es wenigstens nicht mehr so steil bergauf, so wie die letzten Tage. Die Luft hier oben war klar und frisch, wenn auch nicht kalt und ein leichter Wind, spielte an ein paar feinen Strähnen in seiner Stirn, die sich aus den geflochtenen Zöpfen gelöst hatten. Chum schnaubte und schüttelte den großen Kopf, als eine dicke Biene an ihrer Nase vorbei flog, das Tier dort offensichtlich kitzelte. Die lange schwarze Mähne flog dabei umher und Mao tat in ihrer Satteltasche exakt das, was ihr ihren Namen verpasst hatte... sie maunzte leicht genervt.Socairs Geschichte - Ein Auszug 013 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Socair blickte über seine Schulter zurück auf die kleine Karawane, alles war in bester Ordnung. Miranda zeterte mit ein paar Dienern und der junge Gregor hockte eher wie ein nasser Sack auf seinem geduldigen Pferd und starrte dümmlich in der Gegend herum. Bantiarna Eleonora ritt vor dem Elfen und ihr helles graublondes Haar schien den Dunkelelfen i
IllusionI heard that song before.Illusion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was as painfully beautiful then as it is now.
Both an aria and a requiem.
With every note, a moment passed.
A moment lived.
Things were different then.
It was a different time.
We've changed my love, but we're still here.
And I believe you still owe me a dance.
We make our lives out of love and hope.
And that's why we are here.
Here in this moment.
It's funny when I think about it.
It is like both a wedding and a funeral.
And we were the only guests that came,
To an event that never happened,
For people that never existed.
(What if life is nothing but an illusion?)