The ButtonThe Button6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Oh, Darryl, that's wonderful! An invitation to the Larraby's ball? How
did you manage to swing that?"
Darryl smiled enigmatically at his fiancée. "Ancient family secret."
"But what did it cost?" she asked.
"I was told 'a touch of karma'. But that's not important now. The limo
will be here in less than an hour. We have to get ready!"
Her face fell. "It's tonight?" she asked, tremulously. "But what will I
wear? None of my clothes are good enough..."
Darryl held something in his hand, presenting it to her with a
Yana looked at the simple blue button, skeptically. "It won't cover
"Ah, but you're wrong. It's a magic button. If you visualize what you
want, and touch it to... anything, I guess, it will make you a dress."
He proceeded to put words into action, touching the button to a pillow
on the bed.
Yana watched in amazement as the pillow melted into the form of a cute
white halter-top with three little white buttons. "How long will it
The Tao of WAAAGHThe disease of mutual distrust among nations is the bane of modern civilization. I object to the teaching of slogans intended to befog the mind, of whatever kind they may be.The Tao of WAAAGH5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Ferdinand von Boaz before his execution by Inquisitor Habert of the Ordo Xenos
I think I was given this task to be out of Magos Ehrenrei's way.
Actually, I know I was. I might not know much about technology, and sometimes I daydream about going home to the grox farm, but it doesn't mean I'm a halfwit.
Nobody wants the adept from the Administratum Anthrologos running around and under their feet. They get annoyed being asked too many questions, and I know I'm viewed as a nuisance. Some fear I'm an auditor or an undercover Arbiter, or worse yet, an agent of the Holy Inquisition. But I'm not. It is my sworn duty, as part of the Anthrologos, to ask questions in order to gain answers. It's a risky business, trying to identify with people from all walks of life. This might be a heretical approach to some,
My Endless RegretMy Endless Regret9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
– My Endless Regret –
I never knew that was the last time you would ever smile at me
I didn't know it would be the last time you would see me alive
I didn't know how hard it was till I tried to hold on
I didn't know there was anything more to life than this
I never knew death would be even worse
I didn't mean it, I swear, I never meant to go that far, it's just that I stopped caring
I never knew I would still be able to see you and reach out to you and try to touch you, but never quite make it
If I had known you cared so much, I would never have put you through this
I didn't mean it, not really, but I stopped coping a long time ago
The blade just slipped, again, deeper, again
~I didn't know the end would want me so badly.
You never knew I would reach out to touch your cheek as you slumbered each night
Or that the crimson and the tears fell in torrents as I held you, only to disappear into nothing
I didn't know I could hold you in my arms like this, or that time seemed
Dragon Hat 2The young, teenaged girl sat in her room. She browsed through her photo album, looking at all her pictures from last years Comic Con. There was an estimate twenty photos at the very least. As she flipped to the last page, the final picture really caught her eye. With her right index finger, she carefully removed the picture from the album, bringing it closer to her as she continued to look at it, almost entranced by it.Dragon Hat 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was a picture of a small dragon. This dragon was dressed up like a young boy. It wore a red hat that barely covered its head, the little dragons horns holding its hat in place. Its shirt looked like it would rip apart any moment from the creatures body mass. No pants were present on the small dragon. The dragons older brother was present in the picture as he helped his little brother stand on two legs, like a human. The little dragon flashed a toothy, draconic smile. An innocent yet impish smile by comparison. It was the kind of smile that cou
Dark Protector by masterlevan1: Wolf voreDark Protector by masterlevan1: Wolf vore4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is story request Masterlevan1 made for me enjoy
WARNING: Contains vore, suspenseful situations, transformation, and slight nudity
Deep in the tundra plains, snow-covered forests, and cold winters of Canada, there lived a small boy in a remote town in the heart of this vast country. This boy was only five years old when his mother died from pneumonia and was left in the care of his uncle, his father having left years before. For over nine long years, the boy's uncle treated him very poorly and often ended with injury being placed upon the boy. Since their town was more remote than most they only had electrical heat for a few hours of the day, warming themselves by wood furnaces the rest of the time. A lot of times, the boy would be sent out into the cold to gather wood and logs for their furnace that night.
Even though it was cold and there was little to do, Mike enjoyed when he had to go get wood, since it was time spent with himself and not with his uncle. Mike hardly had any
The Game of Cat and MouseJohnny loved halloween,not only could he dress up as his favourite animal,the mouse, he could also stuff his cheeks with sweets and candy until his teeth ached and his insides growled with pain.The Game of Cat and Mouse4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once again like many halloween's previous Johnny's pumpkin shaped container was overflowing with candy he had collected from going to many a door's and he was glad to have finished for the night,Johnny had enough sweets to feed a hundred starving children but the little lad dressed as a mouse wouldn't share,it was his candy after all.
Pulling at the grey coloured costume covering his pudgy body,likely caused by last halloween, Johnny slowly sauntered home almost foaming at the mouth for he knew the moment he reached the safety of his home the candy would quickly fill his belly. As the long fake fluffy tail dragged along the ground behind him Johhny couldn't help himself for he dug his hand to the bottom of the pumpkin bucket and grabbed a rather large rainbow coloured lolly,quickly stuffing it
Just– Just –Just9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You know you're doing something right when they smile back at you. A pity you don't know why. How did your hardened shell let them in here in the first place?
Glance in the mirror.
Nope, you look fine. Halfway normal. Good, in fact.
Your head feels like a useless chunk of empty space, and your eyes throb beyond recognition.
Sleep deprives you of its company once again. In fact, it joys in evading you. Almost to the point of impair. But for some reason you don't look like the train wreck you feel you simply must have become by now.
Hey, he likes you.
Hey, they love you.
Hey what are you doing frowning like that, dear?
Just smile and give her a hug sweetie. Everything will flatten out soon.
... Never mind the fact that you have been crossing your fingers for luck for the past ... is it, 3 months now? Shit.
This is apathy at its worst.
You should be feeling things babe. That evading illusion they like to call 'emotion'.
Anything for a Friend -Vore-"Hey Bree, do you wanna go to the Halloween party with me?" I asked my best friendAnything for a Friend -Vore-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh um, yeah. sure I guess" She said, she was never a really excitable person, but I think I can probably cheer her up, shes just like kinda fat, and small titted, probably jealous of me, I'm so thin and my boobs are huge.
"Cool, I'll pick you up tomorrow so we can talk costumes"
"Great, see you there"
*The next day*
"Yeah she just asked me" I said on the phone to my friend Lucas
"Well why didn't you say no?" He asked, being the captain obvious voice of reason he usually is
"We've just been friends for awhile, I don't know"
"You should do something about that, just saying"
"Got to go, Brenna's here"
I walked outside and got in her car, we talked about trivial things, boys, friends, school. Mostly she just talked, I didn't have much to say. We got in her house and she looked at me and said "I've got the best idea for Costumes!"
"Yeah? what is it?"
"Lets go as voraphiles!"
"Whats that?" I
Dragon HatIt was near the end of July. As a reward for finishing his first year of school, six year old Jason and his family went to the San Diego Comic Con. Little Jason was amazed at how big the convention was. He had never seen so many people in one place. The convetion itself was a very easy place to get lost in so Jason had to make sure he was with his family at all times.Dragon Hat7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Jason was dressed like a half-dragon. His parents had always told him that many fans of comics like Iron Man and Batman who went there. As much as he loved superheroes, Jason loved dragons more. He had always enjoyed dragon type movies, no matter how cheesy.
Jason's costume was a pair of homemade wings that barely stuck out of his shirt and a tail his mom sowed for him. Jason looked around, excited. Jason noticed many people dressed up as his favorite fictional characters. He noticed a girl dressed up like Naruto. Another was a storm trooper.
"Mommy, why are these people wearing costumes?" Jason asked.
The Story of Harry PooterThe Story of Harry Pooter11 years ago in Humor More Like This
Harry Pooter and the Supery Glowy Thing
By: Nellie and Chester
Okay, so once upon a time, there was some little fellow named Harry. It's WEIRD that he'd be named that, seeing that he isn't sorta as hairy as you'd think he'd be with a name like that. Anyways, he spent his days living in a shoe… in a zoo! With his only living relatives, who were really mean zoo janitors! Wait, no, they were car salesmen! NO! They were NEWS ANCHORMEN! (dun dun dunnn)
Harry always had something weird about him though, a strange mark that would never go away… that was his HUGE-MONGOUS AFRO! Nobody knew how it got there… or WHY it was there…. But uh… it was there. Creepy, no?
One day he got a letter with a seal on it. After sending the seal back to the Arctic, he opened the letter. Before he could read it, though, it was SNATCHED from his grubby lil' nubs by his Uncle Stinky. "SHIM-SHAM-BALAMM!" He shouted, his angry face turning as red as an orange.
Harry never saw that letter again. I think his uncle musta
Barn Games--Cow TFBarn Games--TF StoryBarn Games--Cow TF6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
So there he was, staring off into the vast, lush
green pastures outside of the barn. Liam and his kid sister,
Danielle were supposed to be preoccupied with their daily
chores. Pitchfork in hand, Liam was quite the sight. After
working in barns for most of his life, you'd think that you
could build up quite the physical strength. Liam was no
Liam, a 17-year-old now, was getting sidetracked at
the thoughts of freedom. It would be only one year before he
would be allowed to take off from his grandfather's farm. He
stared off into the pastures blankly, daydreaming about how
he would approach life in solitude.
He tuned back into the present when he heard Danielle
yelling his name. "Liam!" she said angrliy, "You still have
to do your part here. This hay isn't going to move itself
into bales, you know."
"Oh. Right," Liam said disappointedly. He went over
to his half of the hay to move and used his pitchfork to make
a stack about a foot tall and a foot wide. The
My Travels to You My Travels to YouMy Travels to You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is where I stand on all fours
Readying myself for a journey afar
I know not of the way to get there
But I can manage it
For the travels I make
Will all be for you, dearest
I will not hold one, single regret
Please do not be worried
And do not fret
I will find my way to you
Even when I am bleeding from my soiled paws
I shall strive onward digging into the ground by my claws
I will not need them
For I will forage for what is needed for survival
If I find nothing
Then I will not falter
For the strength I bare
Shall carry me forward
Through the forests
I shall live on
With my imaginary loads
Until I have arrived
Is where I will end up
Tired with exhaustion
As I pant with a heavy breath
Pawing at your door
Waiting to see your form
Standing in awe
As you greet me with a happy smile
MOTU POP TimelineWhaaat? Keith put up a HTML document instead of a PDF? But why?MOTU POP Timeline3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Because I want you, dear reader, to be able to use the links within this document, that's why. Now pretend to gasp in shock and awe as I pull aside the curtain on the creative process a little just to make things easier on you.
If you've been following the admittedly ginormous Masters of the Universe / Princess of Power (MOTU/POP) project I've been working on with fellow author Silverrose14, you've an inkling of how much material this is to keep track of.
So here is all the stories she commissioned me to write for this project alongside her own works. All the stories have been arranged according to this alternate universe's chronology, which should aid readers old and new to making sense of the damn things.
And say, if you like what you see when reading these stories, please consider hiring me yourself.
Strange Bedfellows - 3The young pageboy led the Gerudo King and his servant up through the castle to the guest chambers, silently praying that Isna could remember enough to find her way back herself. Goddesses forbid the Gerudo King should come looking for him for directions. The huge man's steps echoed throughout the hallways, his servant looking ridiculously small next to him. Even she frightened the boy, his father's tales of the fierce fighters ringing in his ears.Strange Bedfellows - 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Your room, sir and madam," the boy said as he opened the door with a low bow. Neither of the two acknowledged him, and that was just fine with him. He closed the door and sped back down the hallway.
"I never thought eating could be so exhausting," Ganondorf grumbled as he pulled off his doublet. "I think the Princess put that fool next to me on purpose."
"I liked the faces he made." Isna dissolved into giggles.
Ganondorf arched an eyebrow. "Isna. From now on, if they offer you wine, leave it in the cup."
"Yes, my Lord." She watched him with
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
Institotionalized Ch. 1Institotionalized Ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Okay, Frank," he said, sitting back in his leather chair. A loud, almost fart-like sound came from the chair because of his weight.
He folded his hands in his lap and looked at me through his glasses with those dull, gray eyes. "Tell me about these, eh-hem, monsters you hear."
I looked at him, trying to read his mind. I wondered what he was thinking right then. Probably trying to decide if I have a mental illness, or if Im on drugs.
"Frank." He cleared his throat. "When did this all start?"
I could answer that.
Misc - Learning DifficultyPlease sir, can I be excused?Misc - Learning Difficulty6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These lessons in their perplexity,
Leave me nothing but confused.
And everyone expects so much,
Without them even realising.
Silently they demand my civility,
To be neatly pressed, impeccably dressed,
And always, always smiling.
I know my attendance is poor, to say the least,
While no one really gathers as to why.
They'll demand to understand, but I admit,
That little sense is made, no matter what I try.
I've chastised myself many a time, sir,
These low grades have played heavy on my mind.
They're snuffing out the good I know I've done,
It's leaving a distinct heaviness inside.
So please sir, can I be excused?
I'm feeling wracked from circumstance,
Institutionalized introInstitutionalized intro7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fire. Smoke. Pot. Cigarette. Alcohol.
Theses things keep my mind on track. Otherwise the monsters come back. They come back and try to take me. No, theyll never take me alive. I gotta do what it takes to survive. Cause Im still here, baby, Im still here.
The room was spinning, laughter filling my ears, making them hurt. It was too loud. The music, the talking, especially the laughing. Laughing is always too loud for me. It hurts my ears, especially their laughter. I fear their laughter.
Theyre coming back. I know it. I can feel their presence. Its getting closer, and closer, and closer. Theyre here. All of them. They
Putus PluviaOh, my poor impoverishment walls, of a poor depressed home.Putus Pluvia4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How I wish for them to squeeze me tight, to end my bloody roam.
Here I stand before You, mirror mirror, demolished face.
I do hold, a tiny vein's opener, a dagger filled with grace.
Air, the stimulus of life and chocking cries, show mercy!
Lead the bubble into my heart, gift me with pure pleasure of hershey!
No, no but wait, this may be a trap, what if it strikes my brain?
Turning my being into a vegetative succubus filled entirely with pain?
Hamlet foreseen that humanity is made from insanity and to belie.
Dear Doctor Freud, even You disappeared under the face of suicide.
Siren's yell in my ears is just like mine, endlessly strongly repeated from birth.
Yes, Tchaikovsky, I hear that Your self-destruction was under the piano mirth.
I sometimes recall, the cold rain on my cheeks, sweet smell of green leaves.
Soft grass under my feet, wind fluttering the shirt, yet this all deceives.
Just like a whore in Your own bed, happiness
Mist cloudsClouds in my headMist clouds7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
form a mist of uncertainty
obscuring my clear visions
My questing searchlight reflects
on a thousand diverting particles
leaving me a muddled path to follow
Should I wait till the weather clears
or shall I drive on blindfolded?