Too Much SilenceThere is no loud noiseToo Much Silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No mouse to make a peep
No echo to travel deep
For there is too much silence
Try to make a sound
All the noise will simply drown
Absorbed by the walls
For there is too much silence
One may sacrifice the peace
Just to get the noise they seek
To occupy the empty spaces of the week
For there is too much silence
This nothingness might drive one insane
Cause one endless pain
All this effort for noise would be in vain
For this is what happens when there is too much silence
This causes one to feel alone
Beltane Faery CakesBeltane Faery CakesBeltane Faery Cakes4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
These cakes were left in the garden to please Faery visitors. If you plan to leave an offering to the Faery, double the recipe to keep some for your family. They're scrumptious.
1/2 cup sweet white wine (I used water, came out just as well!)
2 tablespoons sugar
1 cup honey (A lighter honey seems to taste better)
2/3 cup flour
1/8 teaspoon nutmeg (Don't use alot! Very overpowering!)
1/8 teaspoon cinnamon
Oil for frying
1/8 teaspoon salt
Beat the wine (or substitute) & egg in a medium bowl. Combine the flour, cinnamon, salt & sugar in a small bowl. Stir into the egg mixture. Let stand 30 minutes. Combine the honey & nutmeg in a small bowl.
Heat 1/2-inch of the oil in a frying pan until hot, but not smoking. Drop the batter into the oil 1 tablespoon at a time; fry until golden brown. Drain on paper towels. Dip into the honey.
Received recipe from herbalmusings.com - (...) = my notes. Enjoy!
A Tree with Very Few BranchesWe spend our existance climbing a tree with very few branchesA Tree with Very Few Branches2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The first couple of steps are easy and natural
But eventually we must decide which direction to take
There is a simpler path with many more branches
Yet the other path will allow us to ascend higher
Both paths conclude somewhere
And to gain altitude means waiting for a twig to strengthen into a branch
So we wait
Knowing if we test the twig before it is ready it will break
And we may fall back to another level of the tree or to the ground
But still we wait
As time passes we watch as fruit is produced from this tree
Praying that no creature will devour it
But we watch helplessly as small insects slowly rot it from the inside out
Corrupting our perfection
Some try to climb out on the branch to hold on to the fruit
To cradle it in there arms, protecting it from the menaces of the tree
But one cannot hold on to the fruit forever
Eventually the fruit must be put down in order to ascend higher
The twig is now a branch
So onward we
MSPA: Heir of Cheesecake(WARNINGS: John/Dave, stuffing, major weight gain, m/m sex)MSPA: Heir of Cheesecake3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hm. Did John like strawberry? He could never remember these sorts of things.
Dave stood in front of a large shelf packed with various cheesecakes, scanning over the labels for what must have been the sixth time. Beside him, the shopping cart sat patiently, filled with both his usual diet of TV dinners and microwave meals and a pile of cheap, admittably unhealthy snack foods. He never really cared about the sugary things in life, but he had no intention of eating them himself either way.
It had been two months since Dave and John had taken up living together. Both were at the point in life where they had outgrown childhood yet hadn't quite become adults, and sharing one apartment meant they could consodilate living costs. Then again, John's dad was unbelieveably supportive, and his high position on the ladder of businessmen meant John had little trouble landing a sedimentary yet well-paying job. Dave's DJ work was just the icin
Lie to MeThere are those who stare into the water's edge.Lie to Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just look so bad that my eyes are cryin' YOU a river.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 11th August 2013
Chelsea Part 1Chelsea was drunk.Chelsea Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andy was sitting on the couch, listening to the general background noise that most parties included: yelling, arguing, laughter, music, a TV show that nobody was watching. His eyes, however, were locked one one thing: Chelsea. Chelsea wasn't bone thin, but she couldn't be considered anything other than "average" weight. Normal ass, normal breasts, normal stomach. However, she was currently drunk, and Andy had noticed that she was on her 4th visit to the snack table. To call it a snack table was certainly a misnomer: there was pizza, chicken wings, several gallons of soda, eight different types of booze, and two gigantic bowls, one filled with popcorn and one filled with chips. Kettle chips, by the look of it, but Andy wasn't sure. So here Andy was, at a party he went to on a limb, watching this gorgeous girl get food. Her shoulder length hair was about 2 inch
The Story of LilaOnce upon a time, there was a girl named Lila.The Story of Lila9 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Now, Lila wasn't like the other girls. While they liked to prance around in frilly outfits, Lila preferred her play pants.
Lila liked to run around and fish and swim. The other girls were grossed out by the worms and insects Lila found so fascinating.
She liked to play dress-up and pretend. Sometimes she would pretend she was a princess or a mommy, but most often, she'd pretend she was a prince or a hero or a daddy.
Sometimes she would play dolls or house with the other girls, but most of the time, she preferred the company of the boys instead.
As Lila got older, and the other girls got into makeup and clothes and gossip, Lila found herself not wanting to have anything to do with them. She felt that they only cared about their appearance and didn't like to talk about smart things like she did. She thought it made them silly and stupid.
Lila continued to be friends mainly with the boys, but sometimes she wished she had more female friends t
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
Vacation Belly GrowingVACATION BELLY GROWINGVacation Belly Growing7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
BY NED FOX
The guys and I were standing around nibbling chips and dips drinking beers. All three of us had gained since we married our respective wives. So there were three pretty good sized paunches bulging in the summer sun.
The three of us, Dave, John and myself, Matt and our wives had gotten together to plan our couples vacation to Lake Powell between Arizona and Utah.
While the three of us had all gained, myself the most, being married the longest, our wives had all stayed quite slim. This soon became the topic of our discussion.
The girls are still looking pretty skinny, dont you guys think? Asked John. Yeah, they all do. Despite that fact that we have all gotten pretty fat, especially you Matt! joked Dave. Yeah, I know. I replied to the barb, patting my forty-two inch waist, bulging over a black, nylon Speedo bikini, that my wife, Julie insists
But I will.Fight me.But I will.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.
The Grinning GardenerA seed of doubt has taken root inside your yard.The Grinning Gardener2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It grows and grows; well-nigh to full bloom.
Around it the ground is scarred and charred,
Draining life like a child from earth's womb.
I remember days where I yearned to die,
As I stumble and stumble but never fall down.
To not be left with but my hurts and cries,
I crumble and crumble, wearing a fool's crown.
But the grinning gardener deals the cards of our fate,
All while spitting lies and hissing oaths.
Time is running out – it is almost too late,
For this seedling accepts but rapid growth.
Please take my torch and hold it high,
So the grinning gardener can see it shining so bright.
It shines through the veils, his end is nigh,
As our blazing love burns his seed to blight.
Birthday, yeeey! Thank You Everyone!This year i received the Best Gift i could ask for:Birthday, yeeey! Thank You Everyone!2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Thank you for your Support,
Thank you to the ones who decided to watch me for some mysterious reason,
Thank you to the ones who believe in Hidden Pencils as much as i do and want to help deserving artists to get the exposure they.. deserve!
Thank you to the ones who still go on drawing, no matter what and no matter the destructive critiques, you are just.. my strenght, and when i feel down i look at you and realize that everything is possible,
Thank you to the awesome talented artists out there because they keep sharing with us their awesomely inspiring works..
..And thank you to the beginning artists, because you have nothing less than talented ones: you are human beings, unique human beings.. and your works just lack the "technical" knowledge you still don't have, but people can already see all the passion and dedication, effort, you put in your works, giving them a soul!
Thank you to everyone for being so awesome and making t
Glue."You take care of everyone, don't you?"Glue.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"If they need me, of course. I'd never turn my back on those I love."
"And what about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you always fix them, correct? You pick up the pieces of their hearts and their dreams and you put them back together."
"Yeah, so? What is your point?"
"Do any of them do the same for you?"
"Why should they? They have to worry about themselves."
"But you don't have to worry about yourself?"
"I do. I take care of myself."
"After you take care of them, first."
"But if you take care of yourself, why is your heart still broken?"
"Well, I only have so much glue, you see."
"What do you mean?"
"I pick up the shards of their hearts or their dreams and I glue them back together. So, by the time I get to myself, I'm out of glue."
"And you've never thought of fixing your heart first?"
"Why should I?"
"They obviously can't take care of themselves. Why waste your glue fixing their hearts if they're ju
OPINIONATEDIf I am right and you are wrongOPINIONATED2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How does that help you?
If you are right and I am wrong
How does that help me?
Like a cloth over the birdcage
Opinion states it is night
Though outside it is day
A conclusion driven by ego
Casts a veil over knowledge
Opinion wants no answer
Seeks no question
It desires only ignorance
In a state of truth
There are no questions
No need for answers
When knowledge is known
Opinions are worthless
The Good DoctorThere once was a girl trapped in a cageThe Good Doctor4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One of the victims of his rage
When he let her out she cowered in the corner
Her screams of pain scared away any mourner
There once was a girl who became his scared little pet
Even though he told her she had nothing to fret
How the many bruises and scars proved wrong
She knew better that to trust him after so long
There once wa a girl whose soul was taken
Once free and now trapped and forsaken
White floors now stained red with blood
This girl was lost in the flood
There once was a girl with needles sticking out of her arms
No matter how much he tried she never fell for his sadistic charms
His ever watchful gaze made her very soul shiver
His evil intentions made her red lips quiver
There once was a girl trapped in restraints
And a jacket that would never succumb to her painful strains
Her soul was consumed within his chains
Nver to escape from these never ending pains
There once was a girl who suffered from his insanity
A girl who was trapped with
Making of a Chubby HubbyMaking of a Chubby HubbyMaking of a Chubby Hubby8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Ned Fox
Meg and I dated for six months before I popped the question. Some may feel that is not enough time to get to know your future spouse, but we were sure almost from the first date on.
Meg was 5'2" and a bit on the plump side at 135 lbs. and I was 5'10" and around 190 lbs. So we were not "Ken and Barbie" but in fairly good shape for our ages, which was mid-twenties.
Meg's parents were quite heavy and both short. My folks were taller, my mom quite slim, but my dad had a pretty good gut and he was a couple of inches taller than me.
Our courtship was pretty un-eventful. We did the usual dinner and a movie, or simply just going out for lunch or dinner. I didn't really notice it, but all of our dates involved eating, especially for me. There were a couple of dinners with her parents where I suspected that I was being deliberately served larger portions than I normally ate. She also
MSPA: Heir of Cupcakes(WARNINGS: John/Dave, John/Rose, weight gain, stuffing, copious fondling, snarkironic sibling rivalry)MSPA: Heir of Cupcakes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
TG: jesus fuck egbert i already said like eight billion times she isn't getting here until five
EB: i know, i'm just excited!
EB: let me know if she shows up early or something, i don't want to miss her.
TG: john you are not going to miss her shes staying for a few days
EB: you know what i mean, silly!
TG: yeah yeah whatever
TG: if youre that desperate ill tell her to haul ass to the office and save you from the festering wrath of workplace boredom
TG: like a fucking angel of snarky horseshit and psychobabble descending upon the businessmen far and wide
TG: all hail lalonde the messiah of excitement
EB: fiiiiine, dave.
EB: at least tell her i said hi, ok?
TG: yeah sure
EB: i'll talk to you later then.
Rolling his eyes, Dave pocketed the mobile and returned to the ironically chocolate cupcakes in the oven. Christmas was quickly approaching, and John had taken it upon himself