A StYLE Short Story"Dude, I'm so fucking exhausted!" Stan said, tossing his towel on the bench and opening his locker.A StYLE Short Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ugh tell me about it!" I huffed, turning towards my locker as well.
Gym was always a drag, first thing in the morning, 7am, and we had to run 4 freaking miles. It wasn't that bad though, it made me happy to know that the first person I would see in the morning is Stan. For some reason, seeing Stan always made me happier no matter where we were or what we were doing.
I opened my locker and sat down, taking off my left shoe. "Then again, no boring lectures from our gay ass teacher!" I pointed out.
"That's true." Stan agreed, lifting off his shirt and revealing his lightly tanned and semi-toned torso.
I stared for a moment, enjoying the sight.
I wouldn't consider myself gay, honest, but for some reason Stan seemed different than other guys. Of course I love him, he is my super best friend after all, and I am his, but he was just different from all the other guys at this school. He was
Into Your ArmsInto Your Arms4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was just a typical snowy morning in South Park, Colorado. The sky was a clear blue with minimal clouds and the air smelled sweet. A red-headed boy woke to the sound of his alarm clock going off loudly and obnoxiously. He glared at his clock and slammed it off. He sat up, yawning and stretching, not at all excited about the school day ahead. Ruffling his hair, he got up slowly out of bed and donned his green pants, orange jacket, and green hat, barely attempting to brush his hair.
"Kyle, bubie, you're gonna be late for school!" His mother, Shelia Broflovski, called from downstairs. Kyle Broflovski looked back at his clock and realized his mother was right. The bus came in five minutes! He tied his shoes quickly then grabbed his bag and ran downstairs. He ran into the kitchen where is father, little brother Ike, and mother were eating. He grabbed a piece of toast, gave everyone a kiss then ran out the door.
As he closed the door, the cold wind whipped at his cheeks. He began sprinting
Kyed's confession**** PLEASE READ THE COMMENT FIRST ****Kyed's confession2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ria let herself being overcame by curiosity. A tiara-shaped tattoo behind his shoulders? She looked at Kyed's back. It was like she thought. In the center of his back, stretching out to the shoulder blades in a tangle of lines and soft curves, Kyed had a big black tattoo. She reclined her head slightly to the side.
"But that... It 's the Innayrin's Mark."
"Yes." he nodded, finishing to wear boots. He looked up at her and smiled. But something terribly sad and disarming was hidden in that smile.
"What is the Innayrin's Mark?" Kisha asked with her usual curious habit.
"Don't you really know who Innayrin is?" Kyed asked astonished.
"Of course I do! She's Goddess of Hope, who do you take me for?" Snorted the fairy. "It's just that I've never seen this mark before."
"You really do not know anything!" Quipped Kyed, raising an eyebrow. Kisha was ready to get back on the warpath, but this time Ri
Book recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin LingsBook recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin Lings2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Muhammad: His Life Based on The Earliest Sources
By Martin Lings
Amidst numerous exemplary scholarly works depicting the life of our noble Prophet (peace be upon him), Martin Lings' Muhammad: His Life Based on the Earliest Sources stands out as an exemplary source, providing a whole new account of the life of the Prophet, perhaps new details that haven't been elaborated in other accounts.
Lings provides a wealth of detail on the life of Muhammad, the time and place of many Quranic revelations, and the foundation of Islam, all based exclusively on 8th- and 9th-century Arabic biographical sources and collections of the sayings attributed to Muhammad. General readers will find a well-written, straightforward chronological narrative; Muslim readers will appreciate the favorable treatment of Muhammad; while specialists will find a faithful and convenient rendering of source material.
However, his definitive vivid account of the life of Prophet Muhammad -peace be upon him-,
AttentionMisha found America agreeable, for the most part there was the Boston traffic, but it wasn't as bad as Moscow's, and the food was overly rich and too abundant. But the people of the city were positively warm compared to the Spartan attitudes he knew, he hadn't had a single dollar stolen from him, and the university kids couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Not even the boys. He'd heard catcalls walking by a gathering of young men, the kind he'd learned to call "bros." It was his hair, maybe, or the way stubble refused to show on his face: in America, you could be anything other people wanted you to be, it seemed.Attention4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He told Sasha about it on the phone, who laughed at him. "You're getting a big head. The Americans are gawking at you because you don't look like them."
"I don't think that's it." Misha took a handful of almonds and threw them in his mouth. He knew Sasha would doubt him he always did, dwelling in what he called his "nativist cynicism." It didn't seem to involve m
South Park-Kiss me Kyle Kiss me, Kyle~South Park-Kiss me Kyle6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I thought I was always a streight dude... up until about 5 months ago... I think I am bi now! Scratch that, I KNOW I am bi now! How did I become bi? And who with? Well, I started having dreams of me and my best friend Kyle. The first 'gay' dream I had was me making out with Kyle. I thought 'it's just a dream, I can get over it...' but I kept having more and more dreams. I kept saying to myself that I wasn't gay, OR bi! Soon enough, I started getting wet dreams. GAY wet dreams. it was about after 3 and a half months later that I excepted I was bi. I'm definately not gay, because I totally dig girls... I think. Anyway, after having all those g
SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.2 South Park not normal- STYLE chp.2SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you REALLY want to know who I like? I was surprised, but I nodded. He sighed and put his hand on his fore head and looked like he was really frustrated and nervous! He put his had down from his face and looked at me like
He wished he didnt want to say anything; instead he fixed his fingers into a pointing position, and pointed, in front of my face.
I stared at the finger pointing at my face. My mind was blank. I didnt know what to do. I looked from Stans finger to his face. He looked serious. His face was also staring at mine with a not joking kinda face.
W-what? I said. Stan then smirked.
HA HA! Dude! You should see your face! You look as scared
StanXKyle - Love Can HurtWe'd been best friends since before I can remember. We'd stuck together since the very beginning. Although we'd had our disagreements we always came back together in the end. Some of the adventures we had been through had been painful, but other times thrilling and exciting. Usually we'd learn a new moral or value, and sometimes we learned absolutely nothing.StanXKyle - Love Can Hurt5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Our friendship was strong and extremely important to me. I valued it above the relationship with my girlfriend. He was my best friend, but I started to feel I wanted more. More from him, and more of him for myself. At first I didn't understand the feelings. I was confused, and mostly in denial. Although it had been coming on gradually, one night seemed to make a significant difference in my feelings. We had been having a sleepover. Nothing special, just a regular night.
We were going to bed when he accidently bumped my side. I blushed. In shock from my own reaction I shoved him lightly. He took this as an indication to commence a
The Journal CHP 2 - SP Fan FicChapter Two Keeping SecretsThe Journal CHP 2 - SP Fan Fic4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hell's Pass Hospital situated far from South Park and nestled back in the mountains had never appeared more cold and uninviting to Kyle. The walls white and glaring closed in on all sides. The doctors and nurses scurrying about the long, empty hallways appeared like ants bustling to and from their work caring little about the short redheaded teen who sat curled in upon himself alone in a stiff plastic chair.
Sitting outside Eric Cartman's hospital room, Kyle stared down at his homework journal. The pages wrinkled and bent as they dried from the snow. Not remembering when he had dropped the book, an officer on the scene had retrieved the item and returned it to the redhead.
Out at Stark's Pond the ambulance had arrived almost the moment Kyle had shut off his cell phone. The boy had crawled back up the snowy bank and huddled next to Cartman's unconscious form. Kyle was glad that the waiting had been brief. The minute the police and medics appeared at th
Destructive -- StanXKyleThis has to be about the millionth time it's happened, Kyle realizes. Someday, he should really do something to stop it. Because it's probably a bad idea. In fact, he knows it's a bad idea.Destructive -- StanXKyle8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Making out in a dark, empty hallway in your house with your best friend, after he gets dumped, again, by his girlfriend, is definitely written on a list somewhere titled "Things You Should Not Ever Do, Ever." Maybe he should go find that list, print a copy, and tack it onto his bedroom wall. Or, better yet, he should make multiple copies of it to put in his bedroom, bathroom, notebooks, binders, locker; he can even get the list tattooed to the back of his arm.
Because he knows that it will probably be far, far too difficult for him to remember that list when he's in this situation in the future. After all, who can be bothered to remember such trivial things as a list when the person they love - the person they dream of night, after night, after cruel, painful night - is holding them like this? When
Editing your writingSo, there are a lot of tutorials for writing; tutorials for character's names, personalities, storylines, and everything else under the sun. Don't get me wrong, some of those tutorials are pure gold. But, and keep in mind I'm no avid tutorial-reader and I haven't read all of them, I have yet to find one about editing. And it's about as important as the actual writing, because what's the writing if you can't read it? So, here I am, making one. If you've already read this far into the introduction, do me and you a favour, and read the rest of it, you might find some of it useful and I won't just be talking in a void. Please?Editing your writing3 years ago in Settings More Like This
View of an Editor
So! You have your piece you're going to edit, haven't you? What's the first step, before you start editing? You have to get in the right frame of mind. Repeat after me! My writing is not perfect. Yeah, that's right. It's not. It won't be even after editing it. Writing can be wonderful, amazing, beautiful, emotional, and brilliant, yes,
Shh.Shh.Shh.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want you to cry.
This is my mistake
I have died.
Forget about me
I am no bird.
No weightless beauty
I find so absurd
Your love for me is strange,
But I cannot deny how loved I felt
To embraced by you
Your love is what I felt
Our hearts in sync
Our breathing the same
You're so sweet
Just a little like poison
You were addictive
I was so gullible.
Now look where we are
All because of your perfection
Your eyes may cry
But I know you're just laughing
So hush my darling
I am not mad at you
This was my mistake
This came of Cat and Mouse
Has finally reached it's bitter end
Look who's left
The greedy mouse
Left empty handed
You took what you could get
And left a champion
The mouse has finally won
But you miss me don't be crazy
You're crying now aren't you?
Literal Futurist FeministEvery so often, humans make an innovation which changes their world forever. Fire, steel and computers are obvious examples of technological innovations. Equally important to technology are ideas which innovate people socially. Galileo's idea that the earth revolved around the sun or the American Founding Fathers' ideas about how government should be run are among numerous other examples. These ideas, often controversial and even revolutionary for their time, tended to require groups of people or movements to keep such ideas from being destroyed before they could be shared. The feminist movement has been both praised and scorned for their efforts to preserve and share numerous ideas to varying degrees. In particular, in her "Feminist Manifesto," Mina Loy helped to share the idea that gender roles were highly constrictive on both sexes with a rather remarkable insight for how things ultimately turned out.Literal Futurist Feminist3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to Loy, traditional gender roles are no longer valid in modern society.
There Stands the GrassDuring my youth, I frequently traveled the world, sightseeing in the most exotic places. Few people can boast about having visited far-off and unheard of lands such as Oman, Kosovo and Swaziland. Traveling and exploring different countries became a passion, one that I enjoyed doing to no end. My reasons for getting such unprecedented joy from seeing the deepest parts of the world are my own, but I can only imagine being anywhere aside from home would give me pleasure. I have visited countries that some men have never even heard of, not even in their wildest dreams, but of all the experiences I’ve had and of all the people I’ve met, there is one event that I will never forget.There Stands the Grass2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was on a guided safari tour in Kenya, in the Hell’s Gate National Park, which received its name from the steep cliffs that opened up like a demon’s jaws. Was I wrong for going there in the first place? Well, no sane person should ever venture to a place called Hell’s Gate. I was wit
Happiness and How To Find ItHappiness and How To Find It3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today happiness has gone down 35 points,
While sadness is up 43 points,
Which is a record high for this year.
Today the president announced a bold new initiative
In order to generate happiness,
He's shipping in 100,000 puppies in from overseas.
Projections indicate that those puppies could
boost happiness by as much as 30%.
President: "America needs happiness. When you
Want happiness, you don't sit around and wait for it."
The national party of Life Fulfillment issued a statement
Today claiming that the president should be
Placing an emphasis on long term happiness,
And that this is only a temporary fix,
As those puppies will only be regular dogs in a year.
Andrew Socolovoyich, house min. leader: "America
Needs long term solutions. The president should
Be encouraging citizens to pick up a hobby. It's not as
Fun as puppies maybe, but people with hobbies
Usually live rich, happy lives."
And in local news: Have you ever wondered what
It would be like to live without happiness at all?
Lovely Reflections - Romano x Reader x PrussiaRomano x Reader x Prussia for --- RoyalfiredragonLovely Reflections - Romano x Reader x Prussia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hope you enjoy, and sorry it took so long DX
Bored out of your mind after the first day of high school you wanted your two best friends to come over-- Gilbert and Lovino -- which the two couldn't be in the same room for more than ten minutes without breaking into a scuffle. You had a little crush on both of them, but it wasn't too serious. ...Okay, maybe you were in love with your two best friends. No big deal, right?
You decided to call Lovino first, to make sure he'll actually get to your house when you invited him. Gilbert will come immediately when you ask; most of the time you don't have to ask. He just barges in anyway.
Fiddling your fingers,you settled the phone in between your ear and your shoulder, waiting for Lovino ( or as you liked to call him, Lovi. He would never let you call him that, though ) to pick up the phone.
"Ciao, this is Lovino."
You smiled and sat up, taking the phone into your left hand an
The Journal CHP 5 - SP Fan FicChapter Five Makes Us SomethingThe Journal CHP 5 - SP Fan Fic4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Kyle sat on the top most step of the Marsh's staircase. Below him in the living room sat his parents with Stan's mother and father. Stan was in the bathroom down the hall, puking up his dinner for what seemed to be the fifth time that evening. Shame, Kyle thought to himself, Mrs. Marsh's fried chicken had been pretty good that night. The redhead propped his chin in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. A few seconds later Stan emerged from the bathroom and flopped down beside his boyfriend. The two gave the other a sideways glance. Stan wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. Kyle raised an eyebrow.
"Well, ready to do this?" Stan whispered.
Kyle's hand found Stan's. The redhead squeezed it tight. He stood up, pulling the other boy with him. They eyed the staircase before them, listening to the small talk of their parents drift from the living room. Mrs. Broflovski's nasally voice boomed above the rest. Stan shifted in place when he hear
Chocolate ChaosRandom pastry movement: brownie in motion.Chocolate Chaos4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Helicase Helio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA polymerase scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.Helicase2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we pl
RussiaXReader: You are the worst in me"You are the piece of me... I wished I didn't need..."RussiaXReader: You are the worst in me2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Here you were again. Back from the start. You stared at the Russian man with disgust, but your (e/c) eyes were softened with love. You bit your lip as his rough voiced echoed. It brought shivers to your skin, but at the same time, it soothed you. You felt singled out from the rest in room where, the soviets meet once a month.
"The iron current shall remain closed, da? Safety in numbers." He gave you that same childhood smile that was wiped all over his face. His purpled eyes revealed themselves. They scanned all of his comrades' faces as they gave a small nod, the pair finally rested on you, who was silent the whole time. "Are you ok ________?" He tilted his head cutely. "You have been silent."
You smiled slightly, the fluttering in your heart returning like it always did. You shook your head, not wanting to be in love with him anymore. "Fine, Braginski, just day dreaming." You whispered softly. He blinked at you.
time-spared drawers of dreamsi. someday the sight-starvedtime-spared drawers of dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will find more than just the moon -
that i promise you.
we've seen all of what happiness
will never be and
like liquid stars in the milky way,
smiles will seep down
into the oceans of your laughter.
never mind what they said
about shady equilibrium;
it's only man's insecurity.
truth is, there is no
no rule, no eyes
watching over you;
just the forgotten remains of the
god that falls on us
every time it rains.
ii. someday, my dear,
those cranes won't just be
an exhibition of folded paper -
and those tears you cry now?
[which you hate so much?]
will leak into my arterial walls
and tell me they only tell stories of ecstasy;
we just have yet to realize.
love, it won't be long
till autumn will not be as forgotten
and between these
multiple shades of grey, will rest
the emptiness within yo[us]
and the broken smiles
of a shattered yesterday.
iii. grieve not, sweet traveler -
our draining journey has just begun.
and though you have been without comfort for s
BlackIt began in the quietest hours of the night. Granny was snoring up a storm, her bed creaking with each breath and twitch of her bigness. That's always the first thing I remember, thinking back. She always snored in the same way Pappy revved up the engines of his prized Cadillac. Loud, proud, and never ending.Black3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I s'pose I should start with what happened before hand. Nothing will make sense if I don't. It don't make no sense anyhow, but the story won't be right if I don't start before everything got bad.
So we were in the market, Granny and I. We go every Sunday while my parents and siblings are at praise and worship with most of the rest of the town. We get all the best stuff that way without havin to elbow our way through the hordes of people doin their last minute shoppin for Sunday dinner. Granny always said that the best book couldn't keep her from making Sunday dinner, and no man in the sky gonna keep her from her shoppin.
"Jerry, you got them apples for me?" Grann