NecromancerFly away home, the enchanter is near.Necromancer10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His sweet bells will ring, but have you no fear.
Night will ensue; it's presence draw nigh.
Oh what sweet, a blessing to die!
Hear the trembling, ever soft cry.
The time has come, bid your likeness goodbye
Soft! Hear my cry, Death's presence draw nigh.
Oh what sweet a blessing to die!
Course, the waters black as coal.
Entice and trap this useless soul.
Its life is fragile, drowned in the light.
Erase its pain in the mem'ry of night
Night come to me, draw darkness nigh.
Oh what sweet, a blessing to die!
First the toll to bind you well!
Hold fast to your soul or be drug down to hell
Water rise, bring new life nigh!
Oh what sweet, a blessing to die!
Two the call to hold you down!
While dead ones dance and nightmares crown.
The third. A toll to draw you near
The fourth, preparation, forget your fear
The last of all the final bell.
Whose power, banish those from hell.
The toil is gone your job is done,
This child now shall be the one,
Who calls you from
Hands on communicationFucking, complicated: dirty talking deaf chicks.Hands on communication7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mare in the Mirror 18Note: This is an old version of the story. Read the updated version on FiMFiction.netMare in the Mirror 183 years ago in Horror More Like This
The water rippled as Twilight watched the last flicker of her friends fade away. The watery mirror once again reflected only the garden surrounding her. She looked at the small pieces of glass glimmering around her neck like a band of jewels, then turned around at the garden where colors bloomed and darkness receded. She was alone again. Alone, except for herself
Trixie's young eyes peered out of the water at her. Twilight reached out a hoof to the water and their hooves met at the shimmering boundary. Twilight smiled. "I found you at last."
"I missed you so much," Trixie said. "I thought I had seen you for the last time."
Nothing more needed saying, their eyes revealing more than words could. The darkness had lead them astray, brought them apart and caused rifts between them, but they had found together in the face o
Mare in the Mirror 13Note: This is an old version of the story. Read the updated version on FiMFiction.netMare in the Mirror 134 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Hey, Rainbow Daaaash!"
One of the clouds making up Rainbow Dash's cloud home gave off a little grunt. A light snoring followed suit. Scootaloo considered the object in her hoof, weighing it ponderously as she waited. Getting no further response, she called again.
Rainbow Dash gave a groaning noise in response and poked a groggy head out over the edge of the cloud. "What" A ball of white whizzed through the air and planted itself with a mighty splat squarely between Rainbow's eye. Dash blinked and wiped the snow from her face as Scootaloo set off on her scooter with a roaring laugh. "Oh, you asked for it now, squirt!" Rainbow set off in a great swoop after the smug filly, gliding along the ground at full speed.
Scootaloo glanced over her shoulder and narrowly ducked a shot, the snowball grazing her ear. She stuck out h
FighterThere is a tear in the corner of my eye that bears your name,Fighter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of your voice, the roughness of your grip.
The bruises on my wrists remind me of your chains,
The kindle in your stare, the elicit grin living on your lips,
The sudden rapture of my reliance on you.
My eyes are the ocean and my stomach is a void,
My mind is the storm raging, and my fists the iron burning.
I am the lie you want to cover, the memory you want to erase,
I am the enchanting glance you feared to adore,
The maddening thirst you didn't forbid to clench.
And I still walk tall, and proud, and brave.
For I am the Seeker of dreams, the soldier of sweet desires.
And for those who kept on denying me the sword,
Hear me roar and defy your mockery
For I am the Fighter you created between your perverted palms.
Mare in the Mirror 16Note: This is an old version of the story. Read the updated version on FiMFiction.netMare in the Mirror 163 years ago in Horror More Like This
The farm was burning brightly. The realization made her stop and turn, staring from the shadow of a tree as the flames lit up the night sky. They had come in the darkness of nightit was always dark now, but it had seemed particularly dark of late. Winona had awoken them and they had watched from one of the upper windows as the rows of torches circled in on the farm. Then Applejack had shoved her into the basement with Angel and Tank and told her to run. There was a tunnel between the farm and the apple cellars, and here she was. The whole night was a blur until now.
She took a step around. She couldn't leave Applejack and her family. What if they were taken, or worse, perhaps stuck in the burning farm? All because of her. But they had told her to run, and what else could she do now? Her wing was broken, the rest of her
The Orks of Tam'urt PrologueThe Orks of Tam'urt Prologue7 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Orks of Tam'urt
If yer waz ter evuh ask someones what does Orkses do best, den yer prob'ly get dis: "Dey fights real good!" 'N, "Dey'z real good at bashin', stabbin', stompin', chompin' an' dey'z mean, too!"
Yup. We lives ter fight, we does! Da whole lot'v us, from da runts to da big squig eataz, like da big WAAGH!! Boss and dem Nobz! Hur, hur Even all da way ta dis 'ere muck 'ole planet. Even if it means fightin' uver Orkses. Anyways, if yer like, can I tellz ya a story? If ya can't read den SHUT YA YAP 'OLE! (Coz dis is a story abouts stabby, bashy, explody, shooty, funny stuffs but mostly it's 'bout how we wentz to da big WAAAAGH!!). It all started like dis
Prologue: 'Ow It All Began
Say of Da Day: "I's'll make somefin' ta shut ya gab, how's dat sound?" Grug (aka "Grudge")
Mumzy was very good at telling other Orks (and their cousin species) what to do; she was an extremely large Nob who was more than capable of putting even the most
Frozen DelusionAnd it is thus in war that the convoluted schemes of man are presented, and humanity's growing insanity makes itself center stage once again, so that all the universe may see our inherent corruption.Frozen Delusion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You take a heavy drag on your last cigarette, savouring the flavour, the feel of the hot smoke flooding into your already ravaged lungs. The radio clamours on in the dark silence without break, and you thank whatever gods might have been watching for sparing you this little piece of civilization. Currently the little machine is playing an upbeat song, the name of which escapes you. For a brief moment the merciless cold and stark landscape surrounding you ceases to exist, and as you settle back against the tree you feel almost content.
The snow must have been jealous, watching you sit there with your very human warmth. Just you and your cigarette in front of miles upon miles of bitter desolation. Must've been lonely, with its only friends the dead trees and the sparse wildlif
Rachel's Fan Club 2*Tap tap tap*Rachel's Fan Club 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rick's cap fell off as he jolted awake, someone tapping on his cab's window again. His jaw fell open when he saw who it was.
The cab driver rolled down his window and stuck out his head, rubbing his eyes to verify if he was seeing things.
"Holy " he said, staring up at the familiar mocha-skinned, blonde-haired goddess from last week.
She was HUGE.
Rick didn't think it was possible, but Rachel had managed to get even fatter than before! She looked bigger all overbigger arms, bigger tits, bigger belly, bigger hips, bigger ass, bigger thighs even her face was looking fuller, her cheeks chubbier.
She was wearing exactly the same outfit as last week, her yellow tube top and denim skirt. Except this time, a whole lot more cleavage was heaving out the top of her groaning tube. And more noticeably, her belly button and several inches of her now even fatter belly was showing shamelessly as it bulged over her skirt. Didn't such a big girl have the decency to cover u
Her Name Was ChastityHer name was Chastity, which was funny because she was anything but chaste. She loved to fuck, and by the time I met her she'd done it plenty of times. Far more than I had, and that's saying something.Her Name Was Chastity3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose most guys would have been worried getting involved with a girl like her, but I wasn't. Just the opposite. I loved that she wasn't ashamed to admit she enjoyed sex, that she had it as often as she wanted and didn't let petty words like "slut" define her.
And I loved her name—the irony of it, the way it sounded, the way it tasted in my mouth. Despite its meaning, "chastity" has got to be one of the most erotic words ever invented. It made me want to fuck her even more. Every time I said it—every time I thought it—the air around me would humidify and I would look at her and see an innocent child, pure and untouched, and I would want to deflower her all over again.
I told her this once, and she laughed and said, "Oh, Christian… how un-Christian of yo
MYTHOS: A Silicon Valley ThrillerMYTHOS: A Silicon Valley Thriller3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Episode 1 : Last day at the office
by Javier Cabrera
cover art Carlos Cabrera
I knocked out five of his teeth with a fist so hard that his whole face exploded in blood and before he collapsed into the "Star Wars Wampa" rug his wife got him for Christmas, I connected a second one right under his stomach making him squeal like the pig he was. I didn't turn back to see, but the noises of curious chairs inside the cubicle farm and the silence that came afterwards was enough to know everyone's eyes were burning holes through the venetian blinds of Smith's office, just like I wanted to.
He was still conscious when I began to kick him around. Now, I got to admit things went out of hand for a moment there, but I had to make sure he would not go unnoticed in a crowd anymore. Was hard though, ignoring all those wet sounds he made, but when I was done his face was nothing but a pulpy mass of flesh begging me to stop and the message was on his way. They will hear
Fairy TaleAll she ever wanted was a happy ending:Fairy Tale4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The knight in shining armor, galloping with her on horseback into the sunset. No more nights of solitude or clouds of gray thundering above her head, the wind threatening to bring her to her knees. Yet, should that ever happen, at least she'd have someone to pull her back onto her feet. On cold nights, she'd have arms to return to when she felt frozen.
That warmth is all she ever wanted.
But she's afraid - so deathly afraid - of rejection, abandonment. Her very insecurities are what make her the world's perfect contradiction: though her fear of being alone forever grips her tight, the idea of opening her heart and having it smashed to the floor was just as bad, if not worse. So she digs her moat, her walls built towering high. The very dragon that could easily swallow her whole is a creature she has raised herself to keep others away.
If no one could get close to her - if she never got attached - she wouldn't be hurt.
Though, honestly (and don't
NuvolaDrifting silently,Nuvola5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are loyal to no one but
Coming and going,
just what is your destination-
Nothing can bind you-
Nothing can control you-
those around you tremble in fear.
And with a sour aftertaste in your mouth,
you continue on your journey,
unrelenting to those
in your way.
You are the source of storms and lightning;
rain falls when you're upset;
you dim the sun; darken the skies;
like the mist, you remain cool - calm - when others panic.
You are the sign of things to come.
Male to Female MakeupApplication of Makeup in Order to Make a Masculine Face More FeminineMale to Female Makeup6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This "tutorial" will focus mainly on the face, touching generally on use of clothing for a "total" appearance. I will try to cover things important for part-time and full-times as well.
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND - where referring to the differences in appearance, this is obviously not going to be truth for all men. Just like the concept of beauty, the difference between male and female has no exact formula that will work for everyone's face.
ALSO : This is not focused towards Drag Queens or outrageous female makeup - this may be a starting point, but Drag is more a fantasy and though there are some general concepts - something you just need to be creative with, not limited to a set of ideas about.
1. Hair. Current culture dictates, women generally have longer hair than men. Cut of hair is extremely important - the cut needs not only to be "feminine" but to flatter your face. You can have your hair (or wig) cut t
Feeding Tana - 2"Fine, but if I have to move even in the slightest, no sex for you!" She warned me. I was certain this was part of our typical little fighting role plays before each session.Feeding Tana - 26 years ago in Erotic More Like This
"No sex for now..." I said lowly. "So eating is all my big ssbbw wants tonight?" I asked.
"I mostly want food, yes. I don't give a damn what, but so help me, if it's anything low or non-existant in the fat department, I'm leaving!" She told me firmly, though very unconvincing.
"Leaving? Is something wrong?" I asked her before walking to the door and setting my hand on the knob to make her cooperate with me. When she faked resistance towards me I often bluffed to not feed her. It usually settled itself after this display of actions.
"Look babe, I'm hungry. That, as we all know is HORRIBLE. You know how I get sometimes." She playfully told me.
"You're hungry. I know this. I have the perfect thing for you. First I should take these bags to the kitchen first."
"Sure, don't be long. I'm waiting." She replied as she rub
The Notebook III Part OneRosa Garcia maneuvered her newly enlarged body into the ladies restroom, not noticing the occupied stall. The cheerleading co-captain saw her reflection in the mirror with her newly rounded oval face looking back on the verge of tears. The Greendale High School senior couldnt believe how suddenly she had become, in her mind, a blimp. Then a flush broke the concentrated stare at her reflection.The Notebook III Part One7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rosa looked around for a place to conceal herself, however a stall door swung out with a black trench coat on the peg. The auburn haired, pale skinned, heavy in the rear and wide in the hips figure of Anna Marie Zelman came out. When Anna Marie turned towards the sink area her eyes met those of Rosa then grew large in astonishment as she took in her 339-pound classmate.
Yeah, Im fat, Rosa said, But since Im not the cheerleader you would have preferred to find like this, do you mind just finishing up and lea
WordsIf a single word could make armyWords6 years ago in Open More Like This
then what could
a few sentences
I could make you feel
Or I can
</i>tear you to pieces.</i>
Exactly how dangerous are my - these - words?
Which has more appeal?
Objects in SpaceThe general gazed pensively at the viewscreen. He was tall and slender, clean-shaven, his hair greying at the temples. His bearing was rigid, yet his posture betrayed some unease.Objects in Space6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"How far away is it?"
"It's just passing Pluto," said the science officer, a short, bald, bespectacled man. "At its current velocity, it will reach our position in approximately seven hours."
"And it's alien."
"Well sir," -- the science officer licked his lips -- "it doesn't fit the known trajectories of any comets or asteroids, nor does its composition match any of those. It's definitely man-made... except mankind has never made anything like that. Not to mention it's coming from the wrong direction."
"Seven hours, then. Initiate first contact proceedings."
Seven hours later, they assembled in the largest hangar on the space station: five men and two women. The general stood in the centre of the group, tall and proud, unmoving. Next to him stood the science officer, fidgeting nervously. The others were lin
The Notebook II Part ThreeThe next day Scott and Anna Marie arrived around the same time, about ten minutes before the days first class. They headed up to the second floor where both their classes where. He then asked, So anything happen at home?The Notebook II Part Three7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not really. My parents treated me the same as always, my mother adding some lines about my weight making Whitney look bad which I was expecting, Anna Marie said as she waddled beside him, And were having our first date tomorrow.
He looked at her, We are?
Yeah, Whitney is bringing her boyfriend over and since I dont want to sit through that, youre going to take me to a fancy restaurant.
Scott stopped and looked at her, she smiled back, he then said, Well the other guests are going to see a new kind of high class style, he paused and then asked, What about the rest of your wardrobe, did it expand to fit your new figure like the clothes yo
DementiaDementiaDementia3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.
Naruto and Teen Titans Ch8Naruto Shippuden Rise of the Teen Titans.Naruto and Teen Titans Ch83 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chapter 8: Things Get Darker
~Rachel's Dorm Room~
Rachel Roth woke up from her nap and got out of bed. She put her clothes on and got her things ready for school. Her room was messy but she didn't really care. In fact, she kinda liked it that way. Besides, in her point of view, it was just a waste of time. Rachel went out the door and walked to school while trying to avoid people staring at her. She didn't know why, but some people don't treat goths with respect nor do they with emos. Well actually, emo people are an understatement but why goths? Well, for now it didn't matter, just as long as people don't know her denomic powers. When Rachel finally got there she heard some one calling her name.
"Yo, Rachel!" yield the tall blonde headed boy with his cap slung to the side and with head phones around his neck.
The boy stopped next to Raven and took a breather. "Hey, Rachel, its Bret remember me?" asked Bret while
Black WhispersWhat faith you have in this foetid world!Black Whispers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With its fat fingers wrapped gleefully around your neck.
The smile of demons caresses your soul.
As the knife of betrayal plunges into your back.
Still you smile, with your head so heavy.
You drag yourself up upon aching feet.
Vainly hoping you might still survive;
I'll be waiting until you accept your defeat...
Rachel's Fan ClubRick was dozing off in the driver's seat parked at his usual curb when someone knocked on the window of his taxi.Rachel's Fan Club3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Huh?" he groaned groggily, before turning to his window to see what looked like the biggest pair of boobs he had ever seen in his life.
The pair of boobs filled out a tight yellow tube top that did little to hide just how massive those breasts were. They were each bigger than Rick's head! They seemed to be attached to a quite thick body, and a face too, by the looks of it. A quite pretty face as well, framed by shoulder-length blonde hair. The brown-skinned girl had full lips, long lashes and hazel eyes. She wore a bright flower in her hair that accentuated her beautiful exotic features. She was like a tropical goddess.
"Hello? Awake?" she went impatiently, rapping on the window again with her knuckles, her earrings and bracelets jiggling along with her bulging cleavage. Ricky noticed, from what he saw of her in his window, that the girl was a bit thick. Okay, a LOT thick.
Innocent dissonanceI took a big stupid leap out into the skyInnocent dissonance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the intent to grow wings, not the intent to die
and now I'm trusting you
to bring me home alive
I'm starting projects, building stairs too high
too many steps to even try to climb
and now I'm trusting you