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
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 26 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
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 Hat6 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 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
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,
Regret? | Erwin x Reader |His head was foggy, and his memory was a bit hazy, but it didn't mistaken him to find himself.....naked? His eyes soon shifted toward the drifted white sheets, noticing that he wasn't the only one in his room.Regret? | Erwin x Reader |1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The thing on the floor was you, a gasp escaping your plump lips, as you looked at the blonde man with shocked eyes.
"Cadet what are you do--"
His hand was reaching out to you, making you flinch and hold the white sheets closer. Your expression showed a bit of fear, making him retract his hand.
"Pl-Please no! Do-..Don't touch me.."
You pleaded, trying as quick as you can to grab your uniform that was scattered on the floor, and hurriedly put the basic part of your clothes on. Erwin was slightly offended and looked at you with a shock expression, his body in slight shock as well. You slipped your boots on, hurrying to close the zipper jacket. He wanted to know what happened last night.
And he wanted to know now.
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
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
sense of mesense of me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always the quite one. The weirdo you've never notice but scence I've learn how to focus. I've realize why I shut myself up. I have too big of a mouth and too much love to burn out. I've seen it all before. I guess I was that girl. So what if I just sat quietly and not speak to anyone who approached me. you'd never notice the pain behind that smile. It's burned out….burned out. Crowed my head again. All I can do is hurt over and over. I'm hurting u, myself and him. la la la la la la la. This morning I told myself I could change but all I ever do if screw it up. Maybe this time, oh wait today but I can't I have failed u again and again. I just can't shut my big mouth. Words come out like knifes that scar u and leave you with the pain of guilty lies. I'm drowning in blood. Too much emotions going through my heart. Pain, love, guilt… and lots of other things. Too much overwhelming me. I'll be the girl who cries herself to sleep at night rethinking these memories. I've always been the
Dark Protector by masterlevan1: Wolf voreDark Protector by masterlevan1: Wolf vore3 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
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
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
Tell Me SomethingRWBYTell Me Something10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The noises were loud. Loud, jolly, drinks clanging, laughing, shoes clacking against the wooden floor. There was movement – much movement, behind the towering shut doors into the conference room. Unlike in the corridor outside, where jovial nature was not shared. There was no laughing, no drinks clanging, no laughing, and certainly minimal movement. No-one was outside in the corridor when the party was in the room where wine was spilt in merry nature.
The door was shut tight. Push as the young girl might, it did not move, did not fall ajar so that she could slip inside and steal the cocktail sausages and sample the chocolate-coated strawberries. They were as solid as stone, as frozen as the numerous suits of armour lining the hallway.
The girl wanted to go inside. Somewhere, in that room, her father was sipping on champagne and chatting heartily to his colleagues. What success did they have? She did not know. She just wanted to go i
Love Will BeLove Will Be3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm in pain, I suffer everyday
People tell it will be fine
You just need some love
I tell them slowly as I whisper in their ear
Love will be the end me
Love is why I am here
Dying with breath, every thought
Love will destroy me like no one else
Love will be
The ground I lay died on
The one who will see me died
As it sees my soul drain off of my eyes
I will remember the was love
They say love keeps you together forever
Well love breaks me apart
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself...1 year 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.
This is what I amThis is what I amThis is what I am4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
...and this is what i am,
nobody can imagine what happens in my mind
sometimes i feel happy,
sometimes i feel sad,
there are too much things in me
that i'm not prideful to be,
but after all, this is what i am
and i can't be another way.
but now here i am
wondering how i always made it through
trying to find some inner peace
fighting out all my demons.
i can't forgive, so i must forget.
that's the only way to make it through.
sometimes i feel like the walls
around me are closing in,
sometimes i want to fly away
to hide in the deepest darkness
and never come back ,
so i try to breath to escape
from all that madness once again
and return to my unreality.
but now here i am
wondering how i always made it through
trying to find some inner peace
fighting out all my demons.
i can't forgive, so i must forget.
that's the only way to make it through.
i've always think that all my success
was a mistake, that i'm not here
for a reason, just for a coincidence,
but i'm not ashamed f
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
Broken HeartYesterday I was walking down the street when I met a girl kneeling on the floor, her arms on her lap, as if holding an object, and looking around. It seemed to be looking for something; curious, I approached her and I squatted beside her.Broken Heart3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I was surprised that she was crying and what she had in her arms were broken pieces of something scarlet. She just looked at me when she saw me close to her and kept looking around, desperate.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"No I can't find it " she sobbed.
I looked at the pieces she had in her arms and I looked around distractedly, to see if I saw one of those pieces, then I looked into the face.
"That you have there seems to have been very nice" I said, trying to figure out what was wrong.
For the first time she looked at me with her eyes, bright with tears and a deep sadness inside.
"I can't find one of the pieces" she sobbed. "I don't know where it is I've looked everywhere but it doesn't appear "
"Is it so important that
Sadness 2Sadness 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those tears I shed that day, they were all for you.
No one was as nice, or selfless as you.
I miss you.
Every time I see your photo
My heart aches.
It aches, and never stops aching.
I see you in my dreams,
Then everything's dark.
A dim red light blinks over head.
A quiet dinging in the distance.
My bike, in pieces
Lying Oh so still.