An Interview With A GiantIt was perfect. The sun was out, the wind was tame. Ashton lay on his back- the silky grass of the meadow felt soft on his bare skin.An Interview With A Giant2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He finally had a chance to be by himself- the humans didn’t come near this part of the country. So he was safe from any interrupting yells of fright or disgust. He took a deep breath of the fresh air, then shut his eyes sleepily. A short nap was all he wished for…
Five year old Kelly had seen this giant more than once. He was enormous- he seemed bigger than the first time she had seen him! She could see his gargantuan body lying in the emerald green meadow. He appeared to be sleeping…
It was Kelly’s chance! She looked down at her school backpack and took out her pair of binoculars. She peered through them, zooming in onto the giant’s face. His eyelids were shut, and his great mouth was open slightly.
He was definitely asleep.
Kelly was beyond excited . She could approach him easily now… She clapped her hands
Gt: Guardian 11Erin's world shifted to and fro as she quietly sat in the cloth folds of the giant's pocket. Her mind was swirling with dizziness, panic; all the while trying to simultaneously formulate a plan of escape. She closed her eyes and listened to the tremulous crunch of her captor's feet below; the dampened thump of his heart against her entire body.Gt: Guardian 113 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was bad.
This whole situation was bad.
She combed tense, trembling fingers through her tangled hair and let out a distressed sigh.
Elias was coming to get her .
She was sure of it.
Her body was suddenly nudged gently through the fabric of the shirt. "Are you holding up adequately?" The giant's voice above was flat, void of any true concern and it made Erin shiver even more.
She pressed her hands along the cloth barrier and roughly pushed his enormous finger back; to her surprise, he permitted her unruliness and retracted slowly. "Why the hell do you care?" She growled up at him and repeatedly punched his wal
G/T Escape: A Borrower's Dystopian Chapter 2“Okay, let's see what we got here.” The voice is muffled between layers of cloth, but loud none the less. My breath seizes in my throat at the stench still clinging to the cloth, and I bury my face in my elbow, as a cough escapes me. “You hear that?” It's silent save my labored breaths and the rushing blood in my ears.G/T Escape: A Borrower's Dystopian Chapter 28 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Yeah.” Terror creeps up my back, like nails on a chalkboard. Cold sweat beads on my skin and tears slowly gather in my eyes with each frightened breath. Through the fabric, I see movement; a huge hand hovering over the floor, getting closer.
“Don't- we'll just use the powder.” The hand stops and disappears. I catch myself holding my breath, as I finally breath, relief flooding through me. Something hits the tarp, like buckets of sand. I see it like powdery snow through the fabric, raining over the entire house. The dust wafts up until it's a thick cloud, filling the air like fog. My nose tickles, deep inside; I frantically
Kiss, KissEvie lived in a enviable magnolia tree in a fine-living side of Sacramento. It was one of eight pristine trees planted along the exterior of a new apartment building. The new tenants filled every vacancy within a week of its opening- which baffled her to no end. The fairy just couldn't see the appeal of living in a big concrete box. How could human beings stand it, living so detached from the lush, soothing embrace of Mother Nature?Kiss, Kiss2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The day she first saw him was dreadfully gloomy. She was forced to take shelter on a third-story window sill while she waited for the rain to cease.
A male voice accompanied the opening of a door somewhere within the apartment. The disciplined little fairy shot up immediately and dashed to the corner. Always gotta be careful…. Getting spotted was such a dreadful hassle.
Then she saw him: he had a face that looked like it belonged on one of those big signs she saw sticking out by the road. He was tall (obviously), well-built in a natu
Spark - Chapter 2 The girl pushed back against the bottom of the cap as the boy peered in, her eyes wide. He just ogled her quietly as his other hand slowly cupped under and around her from the outside of the knit cap, startling her and making her try to shoot up before his hand closed. He marveled for a moment then wondered what to put her in so he could look without risking her getting away again.Spark - Chapter 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Michael turned the cap inside out as he continued to hold her in his fist and found the empty fishbowl from last year. He briefly recalled his pet fish Harry that had died as he turned it over and opened his hand under it, sliding it onto the desk with her inside. Now he had the chance to really get a good look at her, sitting down and resting on crossed arms as he positioned his face only inches away. Her body was smooth and featureless though still held the form and physique of a real girl—and not of some little kid, either. She had curves like a teenager would
Takeout -Vore-The sound of voices roused her from her dozing state and Samira opened her eyes to find the same dim surrounding as before.Takeout -Vore-2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Light faintly filtered through the high, paper walls and the humid warmth was almost smothering from where she was curled up.
"Uhhnnn..." the human groaned softly, but was sure to keep her voice low as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, looking upwards to the top of her prison but there was nothing but darkness over her.
She sighed softly listening to the deep voices hearing their words but not understanding them only picking out a few that she knew words like "owe" "lunch" and the last was "good day" before she felt her prison suddenly jostle about as she was handed over her container swaying and swinging some, the sound of thundering footsteps somewhere far below before at last she was settled atop a hard surface. She could tell because the paper floor was suddenly much firmer and sh
OrderOrder8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the traits that mankind judges itself upon,
And casts ballots for the lives.
Society thrives on this,
The constant renovation of our world,
And the immorality of the process.
The goal of reaching a perfect world becomes farther,
And harder to reach,
The longer we try.
Spoonfed lies from birth,
We were taught by the society to praise order,
And curse chaos.
Our very foundations lie on a constantly changing world.
Society will the become our greatest asset,
And most debilitating weakness.
A betrayal from within.
The utopia of a perfect world,
Is a dystopia in reality.
The world of dreams will crumple in on itself,
Its very existence confounds its purpose.
Our universe survives on chaos,
The disorganization becomes a basis for life.
We become what we truly wish to be.
G/T Escape: A Borrower's Dystopian Chapter 6I can't stop the trembling that comes over me, as my pulse quickens and my lungs labor for air. I knew he was here, somewhere- I knew I was in a cage he had put me in- I just didn't expect him to still be in view. He's on his back in a worn recliner, sleeping soundly- and I hope, deeply. “Hey-” Why hasn't he killed me? What's he going to do with me? How am I going to get out of this? I'm unable to pull my eyes from the human that almost crushed me only hours before. “Hey-” I snap my gaze back to the Wild practically hovering over me, meeting his eyes filled with concern. He looks as though he wants to say something, but it takes him a moment to find his voice, “What's your name, kid?” I blink, a part of me not wanting to speak at all. I haven't heard anyone say my name in so long, it almost feels sacred now. A small smile tugs weakly at the corner of his mouth, his brow knits together. “Come on,” he beckons, his voice baritone like my fatG/T Escape: A Borrower's Dystopian Chapter 66 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If LoveIf love was like a mouse,If Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could hold it in the palm of my hand.
If love was like a butterfly,
It would float freely from flower to flower.
If love was like a sunrise,
It would rise from the darkness each and every time.
But love is also like a sunset,
Falling, giving in to the dark.
Like a wasp,
Stinging whatever tries to touch it.
Like a cockroach,
Hard to kill when it's best to just let go.
Domesticated and untamed,
Love will never be predictable.
A Friend in a Strange World Chapter 3Cyril slowly awakened to the sound of a loud argument just outside the door. Oh, go away... can't a fellow sleep in peace? he thought indignantly before he heard a voice he recognized as Chase's calling someone a liar. Wonder what that's all about... He slowly sat up, unwinding the blanket from around himself so he could get out.A Friend in a Strange World Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chase came running inside, knowing just where he had left his friend. "Don't you dare try anything!" he called back after seeing that Cyril was fine and just waking up. He picked him up without thinking, holding him protectively from his brother who had stepped into the room as well.
Allen frowned standing a moment more before leaving, stalking bask down the hall. It wasn't worth his time...at least, not right then. The ball would start in less than an hour.
Chase sighed, sitting on his bed. He'd been worried when Allen had said he was going to "meet" the human. He glanced down at Cyril...who he was smothering a bit in his arms. He quickly loosen
Warmth in RaindropsThe pitter and pattering of rain echoed around Jasmine, not nearly deafening her so much as keeping her awake and from falling into a dangerous slumber. If she did fall asleep, she knew that she may possibly not wake up again..rain was never forgiving to the poor, small dog-girl as it would leave her susceptible to illness.Warmth in Raindrops2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cold and wet days never mixed well together.
Her previous human—who left her and her siblings in the box with an "Adopt Me!" sign—was kind enough to put them underneath a tree and lay a towel at the base of their box. Earlier that day, the weather had been exceptionally nice, so they needn't worry about getting sick from rain. However, no one could always predict the weather, and just as the warm air had gone…so had her siblings.
Pet adoption was always a hit-or-miss: one either got picked or they did not—it was as simple as that. Usually, humans—who were the potential adopters—would choose the ones of the litter who they
The Pet Clause ch3Chapter 3The Pet Clause ch31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The rest of the way home was spent in mostly silence. I could hear Carter breathing and every few minutes he would stop and reposition the house in his arms, huffing. It was rather cold outside, too. It wasn’t cold inside, though there weren’t really seasonal changes inside a plastic town. But now... I frowned inwardly at my outfit. A skirt wasn’t going to do... good thing I had a dresser full of clothing.
With a few more minutes come and gone, Carter spoke up again. “We’re home,” he breathed, shifting his weight and unlocking a door. It made a loud, metallic click and swung open with some ease. Another few moments past and I felt the house was set on something... a table, perhaps. Slowly and unsurely I stood from my bed and took a few steps, testing the floor. Peeking outside the window, I saw the giant stretching into the air, his back turned. He groaned and walked away, kicking off his shoes.
Glancing towards my dresser, I scooted over a
Random Character GeneratorRandom Character Creation Generator:Random Character Generator6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Looking to create an awesome character? Are you thinking of a story, but need another player in the mix? Or are you just bored? Either way, welcome to Dreamnorns Create-A-Character Guide! In here, you get to randomly roll a character which you can use for a story, comic, roleplay, or whatever you truly want.
Firstly, we need supplies
a) A coin
b) A d4
c) A d10 and a percentage die
d) Pencil and paper to mark the traits
Got all that? Good. If you dont have the necessary dice you need, click the link in the description for number generation.
NOTE: You can use this to help you create a character if you want. If you already know certain things, like what species it will be or what gender it is, feel free to skip the questions.
Now lets get cracking!
This one is easy enough. Flip a coin to determine whether your character is male or female. Heads for a boy, tails for a girl.
Jeff the Killer x Reader - Sweet Dreams (END)Jeff the Killer x Reader - Sweet Dreams (END)7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a night with sleep, but with disturbed sleep. I think I trembled and twitched while I dreamt a nightmare. There was a dark room, a few red glowing pairs of eyes were looking at me.
"You know", one of them started "they only use you for their own purposes. Look at you! Is that really you?"
Another voice began to speak as the first one continues.
"Yes! They change you. They don't want you the way you are and you know it."
A few more voices followed, saying similar things and soon I couldn't understand anything out of them what they said. It hurt my head and I wanted to close my eyes, look away and don't believe what they said. It can't be true! It couldn't be true...!
"You know it's true, (y/n). If you wanna get out alive, you should run for you life!"
I felt cold, bony fingers on my cheek.
"We just want to protect you. This isn't where you should be..."
"No...", I whispered quietly. "I... I want Jeff!"
"Jeff is a cold-hearted and brutal murderer. How could
Why Love?People tend to get really confused when we say that LOVE is the cure...Let us explains. We aren't trying to spread the lovey dovey stuff most people think of when they hear love. We are digging deeper into the love that we show towards a family member or close friend.Why Love?8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
When we say love, we're talking about reaching out to someone you may not even know, with a sense of compassion. The kind of love that makes them feel accepted and that no matter what happens in their life, that they have people who will help support them and prosper them through their struggles onto a path of hope.
People need people. We need to transform our lives to rethink, relive, and revive and reach out with that sense of love. With that, people will feel more accepted for whom they are and feel more motivated to pursue the purpose each and every one of us were given.
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,How to Hug from Far Away10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
Speaking Up1. My mom always complainsSpeaking Up8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That our house has a deafening sound to it.
I’m not sure if it’s the sound of the T.V that’s always on
Or, my brother jumping on the walls
That Gets to her.
2. I was never good at speaking up.
With siblings cooler or smarter than I am,
It’s common place to hear things
Like buff up and shut up.
3. My friends say I talk too loud.
4. At the last house party I attended someone
Claimed he could drink 6 bottles
And not feel a thing.
He threw up his pride,
I wish I could do the same.
5. I don’t know what kind of drunk I am.
I don’t like alcohol.
Probably a sad one.
6. At parties I pretend to check my phone
As I wander room to room
Looking for something.
I’m not quite sure what I’m looking for,
I think I’m suppose find another person there
2. I was never good at speaking up.
7. I wrote a condolence message on Facebook
For a guy I barely knew.
Tiny Trolls Karkat x Reader CH9 FINALWow. You’d completely forgotten your parents were back.Tiny Trolls Karkat x Reader CH9 FINAL1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“We’ve been trying to call you.” Your mother continues as she intercepts you two.
Great. There was a pause and an awkward silence.
“(Name), who is this?” Your mother asked eyeing the hand you had intertwined with Karkat’s.
Karkat was confused. Who was this person?
“Hey mom, this is Karkat Vantas. He’s the guy who sent the flowers.” You squeezed Karkat’s hand. He squeezed back.
Your mom frowned a little.
“The flowers and that sweet note, huh.”
It was obvious she was uncomfortable with you dating a troll. You realize that your parents might not end up agreeing with you about having a boyfriend and such. But did you really need your parents’ permission to date anymore?
“Don’t worry mom, I’m just going to get Karkat some of our extra hats a gloves. He’s not used to the cold. Then we’ll be out of your hair.” You say a
Sollux x Reader Chapter 18Well, at least that went rather smoothly. You had a feeling she wanted to say something else but backed out. Oh well. Sollux was looking at you funny.Sollux x Reader Chapter 186 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Who wa2 that? You looked kind of pi22ed the whole time.”
“Don’t worry that was just,”
You caught yourself.
“err, it’s not important. You still want that rematch?”
“Hell2 yeah. I went ea2y on you before but not thi2 time. Thi2 time I’m going to win.”
“Fat chance Captor.”
“Let’2 do thi2!”
Three rematches later the score was you: 4 Sollux: 0. No one can beat you at this game. No Dave, not John, not either Sollux, no one. Back when Bro was alive you beat him at this too. Good times. Damn your feelings. You shake it off. Those feels were not going to happen right now. Sollux was looking frustrated. You just leaned on your hands and chilled with a smirk on your face.
“2hit you’re good at thi2 game.”
Sollux said and lo
The Guardians' Guardian ~.:DARK INTERLUDE:.~The Guardians' Guardian ~.:DARK INTERLUDE:.~9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Heyyyyyy guys! This part is actually by my lovely Arya13Blackk~!!! I am but the lowly editor~ Its kinda different, but I hope its good! Oh! ZE OBVIOUZ DIZCLAIMERRR!! Arya and I own ze plot and idea for Monsieur Hades(her idea more than mine for this chapter, tho~) and Pitch belongs to Dreamworks~ ZEROCHAN HAS YET AGAIN PRODUCED THIS BEAUTIFUL COVER PHOTO! I mean omfg its so fantastic.
You hear Pitch talking himself. He's pacing nervously back and forth behind your brooding darkness, judging from the constant shift of placement of his voice, boasting over how worried the Guardians will be when they find that ridiculous over sized rabbit is gone and that your beautiful minions were 'mercifully aided' by his pathetic black sand. You stand calmly, your hands grasped behind your back, you midnight black robe rippling wthout the need of a breeze, your crown of thorns and small skulls wreathing your head. You feel yourself start to glare at his pathetic replica of the Guardian o
Writers and Poets“Why are you a poet?”Writers and Poets2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m not a poet.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then what are you?”
“A word-rhymer, a heart-breaker, a word master. I could go on for a very long time, you know?”
“Oh, I know.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because I’m not a writer.”
“Then what are you?”
“I am a word slinger, a heart’s reflection, a person maker, a story teller. I can go on you, know?”
“Indeed, you are not a writer.”
“Nor are you a poet.”
“We’re much more than that.”
“We’re the guides to our worlds.”
DepressedSensing no rest, living in stress,Depressed1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
world feels down, depressed.
Life is a test, it can be messed,
the heart in chest goes into arrest.
Mind gets suppressed,
pain in chest has progressed.
Senses are deeply possessed,
breathing heavily repressed.
Simple being becomes a quest.
Lost and FoundLost and FoundLost and Found3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I am walking around aimlessly
Scars surround every part of my body
Lies are all that I seem to know
Tears no longer come out
Just the supreme silence
I walk for what seems to be forever
I lose the strength that I have to stand
I was done, I was done with trying
I wanted to sit and rot
But there you were
The flickering light in my hurt eyes
You came for me...came running
At this close to dead corpse
You whispered thoughts of hope- often true thoughts
It was never merely flattery, and overreacted words
Nor was it fake for secret intentions
It was honest, kind, true
You are the only one that makes me feel this way
Because you are the first one you found ME
I want desperately to say I love you my friend
You help in me in so many ways.
-March 2, 2012-
Crashing the CycleTitle: Crashing the CycleCrashing the Cycle2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles. damnit.
Summary: Donatello and his insatiable love of improving machines finally catches up to him - and not in the good way.
Warnings: Uh... bodily harm?
~Crashing the Cycle~
He didn't remember what happened. Well, Donnie thought he had been riding the Shell Cycle to test out the new cylinders. Memories of skidding around the corner of the street and back to the garage were fresh in his mind and all he could claim. Though… there was the sound of a click and suddenly the breaks didn't work bubbling to the surface of his gray matter. He remembered not panicking; he remembered the wind and how it seemed to go past him but not against his skin - and he remembered thinking, 'Well shit, Raph's going to brain me for this.'
It was rather vague after that. He understood that at some point he had turned the Cycle towards the garage to contain the crash, but he didn't remember anythi