Sexual gameThe hotel room is emptySexual game1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The curtains are closed
An envelope and a silk scarf are deposited on the bed
After having discovered the contents of the message
She begins to undress
She unbuttons her dress
She undoes her bra
She removes her thong
The cold of the hotel room hardens her breasts
She is lying on the bed
The silk scarf surrounds her green eyes
A mix of fear and desire permeates the atmosphere
The door of the bedroom opens slowly
A sweet voice resounds
The game can finally begin
The Health Risks of Homosexuality HomosexualsThe Health Risks of Homosexuality2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
-are 50% more likely to suffer from depression (study done in the UK)
-are twice as likely to commit suicide
-live on average 24 years less than heterosexuals A (published in International Journal of Epidemiology)
-have 78% of their relationships lasting less than 3 years (study published in Homosexualities: A Study of Diversity Among Men and Women)
-are ranked as less happy than heterosexuals by the American Psychiatrist Association B (study published in Sexual Survey Number 4: Current Thinking on Homosexuality, Medical Aspects of Human Sexuality)
-pursue more counseling. 75% of lesbians reported seeking counseling in a study in 2000 (published in the Journal of Consulting and Clinical Psychology , National Lesbian Health Care Survey: Implications for Mental Health Care, and cited in Health Implications Associated with Homosexuality)
-are more likely to have domestic violence issues (among gay men) (publi
The Crystal DragonThe Crystal Dragon9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Don’t let her get away!”
These shouts echoed behind her and, with each beat of her heart, she could practically feel them gaining ground. She had to lose them somehow. If the police caught her…if she was thrown in jail…it would all be over. Julia ran as hard as her legs would allow and gripped her only treasure in her arms tightly. Clutched in her sweaty and shaky arms was a simple statue, about 2 feet long and a foot tall. It was some kind of long and elegant dragon made of red crystal! It was so beautiful, and it seemed to catch every ray of light that hit it and bounce it back twice as bright. It was the only thing she’d ever stolen that she could never bring herself to sell. She’d been holding onto it for almost 2 years now and she’d grown a sort of attachment to this dragon statue. She had to protect it…she had to keep it.
Julia was a thief, plain and simple. She was no master criminal and certainly
to fortifyI contain within meto fortify1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a bottomless reservoir
a bright white hole, a
spitter-out of light,
a golden cosmic entity.
I blossom and unfurl,
I spread like dandelion seeds,
I make all the ground around me
boundless and wild and
The Man With The Paper MaskThe face you've seen and recognize,The Man With The Paper Mask1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The man you thought you knew,
He's nothing but a coward,
Hiding behind his paper mask
He thinks it makes him invincible,
But all it really does is show
How vulnerable he truly is,
On the inside of his soul
The mask is up, he stands aloft
Declared the king of the world,
But in the darkness of his home
The paper falls, and his pain and sorrow show.
He wants to end it all,
Finish with this cruel, pointless charade,
But he can't show his weakened state,
He can't reveal his true face
His mind filled with the imagery
Of worthlessness and shame,
He doesn't seem to realize
His mask's what's standing in the way!
The mask is up, he stands aloft
Declared the king of the world,
But in the darkness of his home
The paper falls, and his pain and weakness show
Why continue down the same road?
It's time to kill this alter ego!
Light the flames!
Set your former self ablaze!
The mask is up, he stands aloft
Declared the king of th
Memories and Moments:LoZ: Ch.3Memories and Moments:LoZ: Ch.34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3: Vaati's Origins
Vaati merely let his friends chase each other as he deeply stared into the embers of the flame before him.
It was then that something black flashed through his eyes. He blinked to confirm if he was only seeing things. Half-expecting that it was just his imagination, he just shrugged it off.
Vaati lifted his head to see the hero. The hero quickly passed by him and dashed inside the tent, where he supposedly saw that 'something black' that just passed by.
"DARK!!! NEED I REMIND YOU THAT NOT ALL CHUCHUS ARE…"
"OH, GOD!!! A BLACK CHUCHU!!! IT'S SO FRIGGIN ADORABLE THAT I JUST WANT TO…"
'Oh dear…' thought the Hylian-Minish.
"OH, GOD! IT'S WRIGGLING IN MY HANDS! OH, LOOK AT THOSE EYES! AH, GOD!!!"
After Dark said those words while rummaging around in their tent, Vaati could swear that he heard a chomping sound, and…
"Don't say I didn't warn you…"
"I was hoping for a blackberry-flavored chu but…"
"What does it taste like?"
Together We Are StrongAloneTogether We Are Strong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sharp dart
I am someone to adore
I am the person you would wish for
I am head in everything
Look at all I bring
We blind eyes
We are tied with twine
Our skills combined
United is how we belong
Together we are strong
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 7-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 7-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 7: From Deep Within
Dark came out from the mirror in the Minish Woods which was still laid on the ground. It was as if he just came out of a swimming pool, grabbing onto the mirror's edges. He spotted Link near one of the fallen logs of the forest. With the magical cap in hand, he approached Link, who never turned back to look at him.
"Hey Link. I got it."
"Dark look at this."
Link turned around that made Dark's eyes widen and his mouth agape. What Link was holding in his hands was the stuffed cucco, Robin. It got a bit dirty due to the forest's dust and mud, but it can easily be rubbed off.
"Link, where'd you get him?" said Dark, not knowing whether he should be happy or baffled.
"I found him right here, on this trunk over here."
Dark still looked a bit bewildered, but he tried his best to shrug it off. He knew that there was something they both needed to go to and fast! He returned the cucco back to Link's house, then settled himself to their plan.
Scarlet Demon SacrificeScarlet Demon Sacrifice9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Scarlet number one was killed
From human hates and hand.
Brought up from his own grave,
He became the most feared.
Stronger than the gods
He had his agenda in mind.
He would avenge all of the chain demons that had lived.
Fell for (a) human
He could not draw her blood
Even for himself.
Starving himself to his death
He fought for all wrong
No such hunger could have been more any defeating.
Scarlet number two were twins
One male and one female.
Sibling fights and different paths,
They never got along.
Having children with someone else
That he did not care for
He betrayed and he was simply taken as a fool.
Mad Cyclops Tarian
Loved no one truly
He would die thinking of greed
No one’s there for him.
Not even his sister or wife would dig his grave
No one would know what remains of his lone ash.
Scarlet number three was free
Until when she married.
She became a slave to her
Unloving husband’s dad.
She would die with the Scarlet curse through her veins.
No way out
The Death of the SignlessThe Death of the Signless2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The crowd of angry trolls shrieked and yelled around me, and the pounding of their feet shook the very ground. I heard none of it. I was barely aware of the Dolorosa beside me, frozen with the horror of what she was seeing. Or the Psiioniic, farther away and passed out. I remember them giving him a drug, to keep his powers suppressed. They must have given him too much. Not even the sharp bite of the irons digging into my skin as I struggled against the restraints really reached me. My only focus was on him, my love. They had strapped him high to the punishment jut, for all to see, for the high blood to watch. At first he held strong, even though they beat him, he didn't cry out. But... One can only take so much pain. With each new blow, he whimpered. Softly, softly, but it was there, hidden by the horrible jeers thrown at him. It felt as though I was the only one who could hear them, the only one who might be able to help him, and yet... I was being held back. Helpless. As I watched my
Just Taking the Train :LoZ:Just Taking the Train :LoZ:4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wait, what?" Dark turned again to look at Link.
"You heard me." Link, with his arms crossed, nodded at Dark.
"B-but but it's our time to get away from that place !"
At this time, Dark seemed very distressed after he took his time to enjoy his PSP. He was currently playing Dissidia: Final Fantasy using Squall to beat up the game's boss for the umpteenth time. He set his handheld to sleep mode after Link brought up the topic.
"'Come on Vaati's gotta know it! Look, first thing tomorrow, we go there then we'll have the whole afternoon all to ourselves." smiled Link as he tried to cheer up the poor shadow.
" Fine. But just because Vaati needs to know how to get there." pouted Dark as he turned his face away from Link like a spoiled brat.
The blonde smiled at this. He turned his head around to look at his bed. There lay a sleeping Vaati, apparently undisturbed by the dark-haired boy's previous rants. The Hylian-Minish snuggled onto the Hylian hero's soft bed pil
The Story Of The Bench From the top of a grand tree, a single brown leaf, having been buffeted by the breeze, broke free from its branch and floated gently down, coming to rest gently on an old wooden park bench. It sat there for a few minutes, amongst others of its kind, until a woman came along and brushed it and several other dry brown leafs from the seat, replacing them with her rear.The Story Of The Bench10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The woman sat only for a minute, however, before standing up and pacing behind the bench, checking her watch frequently, rubbing her hands together and otherwise jittering. As she paced, she noticed a couple, a young boy and a young girl, walking arm in arm down the sidewalk.
“Honey-man,” the girl whispered as she kissed the boy on his cheek.
“Sugar-plum,” he whispered back, kissing the girl’s forehead. The two were, at that point, right in front of the bench, and the boy nudged the girl’s side to indicate it before the
Butterfly KissesI wasn't always so small,Butterfly Kisses2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my waist not so slim,
my ribs not as hollow as my heart.
I was just scared again.
I never took my life,
but you know I tried.
I just couldn't do it.
part of me didn't want to die.
and I wasn't always so fragile,
so quick to flinch from touch,
but I didn't know how to love you,
that's why I ran so much.
Your eyes were always gentle,
brown but filled with tears,
of the future's painful years.
but still each day you held me,
and I wouldn't let you know,
that everyday it mattered.
Every day, you didn't let me go.
You never really noticed,
because you weren't the first.
but I was getting thin,
and my weight was getting worse.
Until one day you decided,
it was time to let you start
It began with the butterflies,
the wings against my heart.
At first I still resisted,
I fought and kicked and screamed.
but then one day you showed me,
this is what love means.
Every single day,
I threatened to take the knife,
you painted one more butterfly,
UntitledThe girlUntitled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the D's,
and the grades
has a secret.
On the weekend,
the girl indulges in it,
lets it eat her soul
and encompass it
in the heat.
On the weekends,
she turns off her phone,
which flies off the hook
every other day,
dons a coat
she won't need in
and goes to a club.
Not a club you'd expect
a girl her size
More like a group
who gather towards
On the weekend,
the girl goes
and loses herself
to the beast
that feels like god
on her skin,
that flames away the sins
on her mind,
that devours her in a way
she'd never feel otherwise.
She loses her feet
in the smoke
till she's broken
every rule inside her,
and it feels good,
this hidden thing,
this stroke of genius,
this secret fling.
Then when the magic's faded,
the genius is gone,
and morning is peeping
over the horizon;
she trudges home
with the secret
still tucked in
her breast pocket.
And until the
Been there, done that, got the fucking t-shirt.I left my conscience on the doorstep alongBeen there, done that, got the fucking t-shirt.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With my battered red sneakers,
As we curled ourselves into the floorboards of your attic.
Letting the dank air suffocate,
the screaming angels
Residing in the back of our lungs.
Aching to be burnt out with surges
Of nicotine fueled suicide.
We we’re the type to store pain in ounces
And place them in jars,
As though they held some kind of worth,
In a world in which pain is the latest trend.
Teenagers are the hormonal disease spread out like
A plague, that everyone grows out of
Or at least can medicate.
We were the lucky ones, who made it out alive,
Or so they say.
A chip off the shoulder
A fish in the sea
We we’re nothing special, just burnt out carcasses
Trying to get by.
We’d spend our days on concrete rooftops,
Humming constellations under our breaths
Hoping for our dilated pupils to focus on the ground ahead
And not the oncoming traffic.
I asked you what meeting me was like
And you replied
7 Reasons Why Christianity Over Islam7 Reasons Why I Choose Christianity Over Islam7 Reasons Why Christianity Over Islam3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1. Secure in my Salvation
-The Qur'an says, "O ye who believe! Turn unto Allah in sincere repentance! It may be that your Lord will remit from you your evil deeds and bring you into Gardens underneath which rivers flow, on the day when Allah will not abase the Prophet and those who believe with him. Their light will run before them and on their right hands; they will say: Our Lord! Perfect our light for us, and forgive us! Lo! Thou art Able to do all things," (66:8-9). Notice how it says if you are sincere you </i>may receive forgiveness.
-The problem there is this: how do you know you're sincere enough to be forgiven? If you say yes, are you being boastful? If you say no, are you being too humble?
-As a Christian, I know there is no 'may' or guesswork. By calling on the name of the Lord, I am Saved.
---The question is this: why would I, a Christian, give up my guaranteed Salvation in Jesus Christ when Muslims thems
Real StrengthReal strength is not measured with weights, but in the ability to reach up from the ashes and fly again.Real Strength1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Eridan Ampora x Reader - Goodbye You could of sworn your heart stopped.Eridan Ampora x Reader - Goodbye10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lying on the ground, in a puddle of a pinkish violet color blood, cut in half, was the Sea-Dweller. Eridan Ampora.
Without even realizing it, you began to run to the troll, stumbling on your feet a couple of times. Tears welled up in your eyes, everything was blurry. Everything seemed to go silent around you and your only main goal was to get to Eridan.
When you got close enough to Eridan, you collapsed on the ground, not caring if his blood stained your pants, or if you looked hideous crying. You just wanted to see Eridan before his life is sucked out of him.
"Eridan...." You held his head between your hands and choked on a sob. He was already close to death with the amount of blood he lost. Your tears leaked out of your eyes and landed on his shirt. Why did this have to happen to him? Even though he killed people, he was a good
Resolution Diary2007Resolution Diary2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Make first million after starting own business.
Applied for a loan. Declined due to excessive account activity. Note: Constant purchasing of rare (albeit mint) wicker chairs is not conducive to bank balance. Wife insistent on selling wicker chairs to find money to start business.
Bought new donut recipe book. Learnt how to make category hard donut, 'Diamond Swizzler'. Delma loves them.
James offered to lend the money if he can become a business partner. Potential.
First million still a long way off. Wife still nagging.
Spent savings on replacing the roof of the conservatory when neighbor's tree uprooted in the November storm.
Update: Dogs should never be fed over two donuts a day. Next Year's Resolution likely…? Find enough money to take Delma to the vets. And make more realistic resolution idea.
Find an appropriate business idea.
My Bleeding HeartI don't know who I amMy Bleeding Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've made no sense
my world is falling to pieces
and I don't understand why
my emotions are going wild
and I want them to stop
but I think it's a cry for help.
But I don't know who to look to
I don't know where to go
I have so many flaws
I see that
and I want nothing but to fix them
because I don't want to hurt anyone
I don't want to be difficult
or a burden
I want to be able to carry my own weight.
I can do this.
I've lost my footing
and I've fallen
but I don't recognize where I've landed
The girl of my reflection
those are my tears
but I can't cry.
I have to be okay
I have to be.
Why is there this standard?
why is it that society has made it
so that we have to be happy in public?
it's awkward or weird
or shameful or wrong
to cry in public
to break down in front of others
how dare you inconvenience them
with your problems.
how dare you!
who can I vent to then?
Yin and YangI say blackYin and Yang2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say white
You say wrong
I say right
I say red
You say blue
You say yes
I say no
I say down
You say up
You say positive
I say negative
I choose left
You choose right
You say day
I say night
I say elaborate
You say dull
Through thick and thin,
even the distances eagles not dare to soar.
The highest mountains,
through closed doors we dare to open,
creating a key of friendship.
Our faith is strong, never lost, and forever.
Though we have our differences,
we are always the best of friends.
Scentless RoseMy love is a roseScentless Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of all thorns,
a scentless flower,
I am a stormy gray day,
of heavy clouds
only with bleak misery,
ready to descend.
At rare moments
I might appear
my love can be found
in all the old photographs,
yellowed around the edges,
smiles starting to fade,
I know I am a cracked vase,
of little use,
no longer a water bearing urn,
no more for holding
but gathering dust,
where spiders dwell.
A deteriorating fresco
my colors do not shine,
and I exude an atmosphere
of dungeon dampness,
with cold stone floors.
My love is an artifact
forgotten in attics,
while I gather mothballs
living only within shattered
memories and broken dreams.