Wolf Girl - TFCaitlyn headed into the woods after school, her skin prickling as heat spread through her. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the traps of her backpack fall free as the heavy back smashed to the ground, and let loose a groan half of relief and half of pain as the warmth continued to spread through her body. The clothing came next, rough fibers tearing against her sensitized skin as the groan wracked through her again, and she stuffed them into her bag. She barely managed to zip it before another groan escaped her, and the task lost all meaning.Wolf Girl - TF5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The heat rippled through her flesh, skin prickling as silver fur began to form, growing to cover her chest even as new sets of nipples grew along her body. She panted at the mixture of pain and pain, her too long tongue lolling out of her mouth's side as a sudden wrench forced her to her knees. Her legs began to shift, the bone structure altering itself as she pushed herself up on all fours. Feet and hand shrank to paws, tipped in white as her
Dragon Wings-- ProloguePART ONEDragon Wings-- Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The mountains of the western lands were tall and packed tightly together, huddling in groups as if in defence from the frigid skies. Trees and grass reached up over part of the mountains' bases, but the higher the stone stood, the less foliage was to be seen. By the time one reached a mountain peak, the world was devoid of life and colour, defined only by the breath of wind and swirls of silver snow. Once the moon was high in the night sky, the flurries rose to stinging storms, and the wind bit with a sudden new fury in the darkness. The sky grew pale and cloud-obscured, bathing the mountaintops in smudges of frosty white.
The high altitudes of the mountains saw few visitors, but it was during one of these cold, harsh nights that a group of five dragons were silhouetted against the crescent moon. The party folded their wings and drifted downwards, coming to rest on the craggy slope of the nearest mountain.
"Listen up!" the largest of them, a green-scaled male,
Dragon TG TF Chapter 1."Stop! Thief!"Dragon TG TF Chapter 1.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh great, I'm boned.
I break into a run with the wallet, opening it up as I sprint in between pedestrians. I quickly stuff the bills into my pocket without counting them. The man is hot on my tail and mad as a bull. He kind of looks like a bull too: a broad shouldered, balding, red faced man in a tailored suit plowing his way towards me. He's gaining on me.
I throw the wallet at him and he ignores it entirely. He has eyes only for me.
I start really running now, he means business. I sure know how to pick them; not only did he feel me lift his wallet, he was also prepared to murder me for it.
He's almost caught up with me when I duck into an alleyway, using an old couple as cover in hopes that I might lose him. It doesn't work, and now I'm trapped.
"You!" he shouts as rounds the corner, laughing crazily and coughing as he tries to catch his breath. "Thought you'd get away didn't ya? Didn't nobody tell you it's wrong to steal?"
Well, yes. Someone did in fact tell me it was
Basement Zombiei am immune to colorBasement Zombie1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my dna is composed of fog
and empty staircases.
staring through glass eyes
at a concrete world
is no way to live.
and each curse
is a slice of
it's damp and numb inside
you wouldn't want to get too close to me.
The Goddess Lettermy Dear Child,The Goddess Letter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The world is bigger than You think. You spend too much time taking in everything, trying to encompass the entire globe. When You look at it as One object, it’s tiny. Miniscule. It is only when You look at the little things does the world become a grand entity.
i did not create this world for You to look at the whole and begin subtracting from it the individual aspects. The intent was not for You to take away from Your World, but to add it up, to start with the small things and add them to other small things until You had reached a greater Sum. One can be quite small, but it may also be quite big.
Have You ever considered a caterpillar? Few do, but a very long time ago a young Girl prayed to me and asked if caterpillars were happy. i remember Her small voice rising into the clouds...
Holy Mother, are butterflies happy? Do they see an older sibling and know they will be that beautiful someday? Or are they afraid something will go wrong and they won
Unexpected InheritancePrologueUnexpected Inheritance4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Things are never as they seem to be. I learned that the hard way. My name is Lang Ren. I'm raised in France, but my parents always said I originally came from somewhere in Asia, although my face doesn't give that away.
I was found all alone in the sewers of Paris. The first few years afterwards I lived in a orphanage. I was raised strictly. There was no television in the orphanage and computers weren't invented yet. Even though life was hard, it wasn't that bad. I had many friends. There were somewhere around twenty children and although we had some fights, we could get along with each other.
Every once in a while a new child came and sometimes others left when they were adopted. When you get used to that, it isn't hard to make new friends. I tried to keep in touch with some of them, but it's not easy, because I had to come home right after school. Telephone use was also not allowed, except when it was an emergency or when a former orphan had a birthday.
Food for thoughtThought Experiment:Food for thought2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Imagine for a second that you want to know the outcome of a coin toss, it can either be Heads or Tails.
Whoever throws the coin has a 50% chance of knowing for sure what will be the outcome of a single coin toss. If tossed two times, then the odds become 25% to predict both. Thrice and it's 12,5%, another time 6,25% and so on.
If given a large enough number of repetitions, you won't be able to say for sure what each coin toss will be in order, before the first time it's flipped.
But you already knew that.
Now let's ask ourselves, if the coin had a will of its own, which could influence whether or not it comes out Heads or Tails. Would this make it more likely for us to know what the results will be?
If anything, you'd say it makes it even less likely to know what outcome will take place. Right?
Let's take it up a notch.
Imagine that I had in my hands a book, not just any book, this book contains within its pages the results of every coin toss that our
The Monsters Inside of MeIt broke. It broke free. The shackles that had held it captive now lie useless on the ground, broken and beaten. Freed once again, it stands, flexing its muscles and cracking its bones. I can smell its rancid breath and its unbridled malice emanating from its ash black body. It looks up, towards the black sky as lightning streaks across the tremulous storm gathering dangerously above. A deep draw of fresh air and a dominating feral roar follows, unleashed from the dark belly of this beast. The roar, full of power and unshackled ferocity, passes through me, chilling me to the bone. All the hairs of my body stand on end, wide-eyed and electrified. I look towards this monstrosity and I can see his teeth bared in a smile brimming with enjoyment. It is savoring this moment, the moment before the kill. It turns its head downwards, looking towards me.The Monsters Inside of Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hello old friend”
Its voice reverbs and echoes, once again coming from deep within its dark belly. Its voice rings in
Seth - part 1Seth - part 16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that human life is purely a matter of deciding what's important to you. While I'm not sure if that holds true to someone who spends almost as much time as an animal as he does a human, I still thought it was a good saying. My name's Seth, I'm a werewolf, and this is my story.
When my mother and father were killed in a car accident, Aunt and Uncle Davis--the only living relatives I had left--took compassion on me and decided to raise me as their son. Having no children of their own due to medical complications, things just seemed to fall into place. I was only 3 months old then and don't remember anything about my biological parents; the framed photos on the wall and the stories I was told growing up were all I had, though I still loved and hoped to see them sometime after this life. Looking back, I was raised with love
Dracozine - part 1I opened the door after a long walk home, and went to my mum's room to see her. She was sitting on the bed, reading a book.Dracozine - part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey-a" I said, "how was work?"
"It was OK," she replied, "How was uni?"
"Meh, cant complain."
"We got curry for dinner tonight."
"OK then, I'm gonna go to my room, I'll see you later."
"Yeah, OK then."
I left her room and walked to mine, unzipping my laptop bag and pulling out my Acer as I did. I went to my desk plugged in the AC and connected the laptop to the 22 inch LCD monitor and the 5.1 speaker system. My setup complete, I started up the laptop and went to the internet. Visited facebook to see if any of my mates had done anything lately, and went to 4chan to look for some funny pics, but there was nothing happening there. I was just going to go to a different site, when there was a loud knock on the door.
"What the hell?" I wondered as I got up,
I approached the front door and opened it, and there were two men in black suits and sunglasses standing rigidly
The Church Dragon - Part 1The Church Dragon - Part 1The Church Dragon - Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sunday, December 06, 2009
By Labatryth Lyndynhyra
The day was cold, chilling a Dragon to the skin, even through the scales. I spent all last night freezing in my bed, because mom thinks that having heating in a cold room is overrated. God saw fit to provide me yet another day of life, and as I awoke, laying snuggled warmly between the thin sheets of my bed, mother came into the room, saying it was thirty past the eighth hour of morn. I didn't care in the slightest, but she said to get up, and I started to do so. Yet as I watched her leave the room I closed my eyes, and there went my attempt to actually get off the bed...
The time came that dad stormed into the room, yelling at me, or rather huffing at me in a harsh manner, that I should get up now, since it was thirty past nine. That aroused me, sure, for I never did like it to hear father scream at me, though most of the time I just shrugged it off. So I tore off the sheets and darted into the ba
Hollow Hunters: Jackal GirlHollow Hunters: Jackal Girl6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Hollow Hunters: The Jackal Girl
It was the full moon tonight. Normally to most people this would hardly be the cause for alarm or even a passing interest. The mystique of the lunar cycle was largely gone. Few paid it any particular heed or observance anymore then they care about the vanishing night sky from increasing light pollution. No, the modern world has move on while the solitary object continued its unerring cycle once again.
August did not care for what other cared about the full moon. She had her own reason to note its occurrence tonight. It was not for any reason of reverence on her part. Just that a full moon in the night sky had a powerful effect on her.
This wasnt something that was always the case. A few years back, she hardly paid much concerns about it. But things changed, she changed in the most literal sense.
And now she found her life taking a turn in direction she had not intended, but she was pragmatic about it. There was once a time wh
Lycanthrope Club Vignette: The BetThe doorbell rang. Heidi emerged from the kitchen, sauntered over to the entryway and opened the front door.Lycanthrope Club Vignette: The Bet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cynthia was standing on the porch, scowling. She was wearing a blue jogging sweater and sweatpants with yellow stripes. Behind her a white sedan roared down the street and disappeared into the night.
"Look who finally made it," said Heidi, smirking.
Cynthia rolled her blue eyes.
"Yeah, whatever" she said, stepping past the redhead.
Chuckling, Heidi turned and followed her into the house.
"You know, Melinda bet me you wouldn't show," said Heidi mischievously.
"Yeah?" said Cynthia disinterestedly.
"Yeah, if you didn't, I'd have to go through it instead."
Cynthia froze mid-step.
"Damn it," she muttered after a pause. "I knew I shouldn't have come."
"Yeah, well, you never welch on a bet," said Heidi. "Even for...." Heidi broke into chuckles again.
"Yeah, laugh it up," growled Cynthia.
The pair made their way into the kitchen. Inside, Lily and Melinda were sitting at the dining table
How To Live a Dragon's LifeHow To Live a Dragon's Life4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well everyone, this is my second story about HTTYD. However I hope you'll forgive me for the mistakes that may follow:
1) English is my second language, so grammar and spelling mistakes may be seen regularly.
2) I hope I can describe every character's personality well. I'm not good at describing characters I'm not really a fan of.
What if Hiccup did kill Toothless? As punishment by the gods, he is turned into a Night Fury himself. Is there still hope for peace between dragons and Vikings? It's all up to Hiccup. And it ain't easy, a dragon's life.
Warning: This chapter may be a bit gory and some Toothless fans may feel angry!
There are many stories about Hiccup turning into a dragon, but I'm a big fan of them. That's why I decided to write one as well.
That is all! Let the story begin!
Pleading eyes looked up at the small Viking boy. The dragon didn't struggle to free himself from his bonds. It was no use, he had tried all night, with no success. He looked at
ValtrangaLeaving the store, Mac hoped it would stop raining so hard. He did not like this weather at all. He planned to spend the afternoon outside, and because of this storm he had to stay locked up at home. He only went out, out of necessity, to refill his fridge to pass time watching TV. He counted the few coins left in his wallet. After a quick calculation, he estimated that he would be broke by the end of the week. He really needed to find a job. Though his attempts have been unsuccessful so far, he still believed he would eventually find an employer who would want him. If he succeeded, he could show his parents that he had been right. Perhaps he could even reconcile with them...Valtranga2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mac shook his head. His parents were incredibly thickheaded. Since his decision, they behaved as if their son had never existed. He resigned himself to go under the deluge that seemed to want to kill the few pedestrians foolish enough to brave it. It was impossible to see more than a few meters ahead, and the nois
Black-Heart RansomStay here with me just a little longer,Black-Heart Ransom1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don’t you worry about your future fears-
Stay and let your dream of love grow stronger,
Don’t you think long about the future’s tears.
I will hold for ransom blind affection,
which your heedless heart has freely given.
How do I still live with this infection
-For sin which never will be forgiven-
How, still somehow live with my reflection?
To not send you away, as would be best-
Let you hope to love without rejection-
Is this just holding pain to wait, repressed?
So I have taken villain as my role,
Please find a prince who might your heart console.
© Benjamin Court, November 2013
Dragon's Comrade, Part IMy name is Brent Edele. I live in a world much unlike your own due to sorcerous powers at work, I have glimpsed your world, and hence I have come to this conclusion. There are humans in my world, yes, but there are also the graceful elves and stocky dwarves, among others. I do wonder how you, the reader, can exist in such a boring world, with your towering buildings and cramped cities. We, too, have buildings and cities such as these, but our cities are those that can be compared to the Renaissance period of your history.Dragon's Comrade, Part I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I mentioned before, I live in a fantastical world, with equally-as-fantastical creatures. There are ogres, orcs, werewolves and more. However, after the tumult that's been going on all this time, I wish to pursue the knowledge of one type of creature that stands above the rest both figuratively and literally. In your tongue, you would call them dragons I suppose I can
Half-Dragon Solis, Chapter 1Chapter One - Crazy or Half-Dragon?Half-Dragon Solis, Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Right from the first day, being part dragon had never been pleasant. Oh, sure, it might seem like some fantasy geek's dream come true, but take it from me, the whole thing is much closer to a nightmare.
Let's see if I can explain this.
Friday night I was a regular, slightly pudgy guy, and by Saturday, I looked like a giant lizard on steroids. You know what? I hate scales. I hate them. They rub against each other all the time, whenever you move; it's almost like wearing chain mail. Except it's attached to your skin.
Oh, and then there was the actual dragon I'd merged with, who had a nasty habit of arguing with me inside my head.
This is a ridiculous mode of transportation was his current complaint, as I rode my bike down the street. Thankfully, being half dragon comes two-for-one with basic shapeshifting abilities, so I was able to revert mostly back to human form when I wanted. The bad news: I still had two plates of ar
The Dragon of Ald-EnurnThe city of Pinewall was needless to say, a bustling one. Crowds of cheerful people went about their day talking to close friends, shopping, and working. Merchants in their stalls shouted their wares to nearby patrons, flaunting valuable artifacts of supposed high quality where they had to endure many dangers to retrieve.The Dragon of Ald-Enurn2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Children ran about the cobblestone streets without a care in the world. They spent the day on imaginary adventures and becoming heroes in their own realm of fantasy. To protect the flawless gemstone that was Pinewall, chain mail armored guards patrolled the ramparts of the city. Keeping vigil on the surrounding lands and ready to repel off any aggressors.
Among the every day rush and chaos of city life, the clanking sounds of hammer on anvil could be heard near the market square. Even with the noise of the crowds drowning out his work, Rhik, continued the delicate craft of smithing. A young man of only twenty years, Rhik was a blacksmith ever since his recently deceas
Dragon TamerThis text contains TF and/or TG as well as mild sexual scenes and bad languageDragon Tamer5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read
The TGF Writer
I'm happy, euphoric, overjoyed.
Because I've just been accepted as a dragon tamer!!!
Sure, it's not as flashy or popular as being a dragon rider.
Nor as risky and adventurous as dragon hunter.
Or as versatile and well paying as a dragon user.
But without tamers, it'd be impossible to domesticate most dragons, even less ride or use them in everyday life.
Plus, being a tamer and all, you can latter on apply for rider if you want to, and the requirements aren't as tough as when you try applying directly.
There are a lot of perks to this job as well.
First off, you have a choice as to what dragons you want to tame, and, unlike with riders, you can change the dragons you're taming (instead of being stuck with the same o
Wanderer's LuckWanderer's Luck4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: Contains soft vore and some suspenseful situations
All characters belong to me.
This is my first attempt at a fantasy vore story so please, work with me. I welcome any comments and suggestions as long as they're not too demeaning! Thanks hope you enjoy!
In the west of the great continent world of Sounos and deep in the Ballenhill Valley, past the mountains with their ice-tipped peaks and steep summits, there were settlements where small groups of villagers resided-a mainly agricultural people who tended towards the sturdy thatched roof houses and warm central fires in stone-brick cottages. Their main source of food came from the extensive river that ran through their village bringing with it all assortments of fish; big and small, spiked and smooth, in every natural hue. It was able to sustain the village for the long winters that usually occurred during the setting of each year.
This clan was lead by one of the strongest warriors of the village, Lucas Thorsveld; a cun
Battle Dragon part1This text contains TF and/or TG as well as mild sexual scenes and bad languageBattle Dragon part15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read
The TGF Writer
"I am very sorry..." this, dear readers.
"...it's not that you don't work hard..." are pieces of conversations.
"...but you have to think that..." that have filled up my life.
"...there are tens of people who..." these past two and a half years.
"...do it way better than you..." and it's not that I'm not surprised.
"...and are paid the same than you..." after all, who can compete with someone that can become ten times stronger?
"...I really don't have any other option..." I mean, sure, I wake up at four in the morning every morning to go to work.
"...so pack up your stuff..." so I can pay my university and the rent of my one room flat.
"...take off your uniform..." and not have to go back to the middle of now
Ekhtranir"Here you go, kid. Good luck for the future."Ekhtranir2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Den took the wad of small banknotes the owner handed him. Without a word, he shoved it into his pocket and turned around, going away from the line of people still waiting for their wages.
Den was a young man of 17 years, strong enough for his age. Medium size, ebony skin and tightly curled hair like many of the inhabitants of the island, he knew how to blend into the crowd, how to not attract attention. He had to learn early on not to break ranks. The death of his parents had carved this principle in fire letter in his mind.
Very young, he was faced with the misery that reigned supreme in the midst of the idyllic landscapes of the island. The only industry that was really doing well here was the tourism, and tourists carefully avoided areas where natives lived. Few children went to school, the unemployment rate was one of the highest in the world, the black market and gangs were part of everyday life. To survive, Den looked for small jobs a
An Explanation of ExpositionAlright, as a disclaimer, and as a stop hand sign to everyone who decides this article becomes worthy of an angry mob what with the picket signs and pitchforks with the ever-so-sharp prongs, what I’m writing here is my opinion, based on the meagre experience I’ve had in writing fictional literature. You don’t have to believe I’m saying the right thing, you don’t even have to read my words. So before you rage, bear in mind I haven’t said “got to” or “you must” or anything remotely close.An Explanation of Exposition2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Ok, were good? You gonna put your pitchfork away?
No you wanna read with it in your hand? Weird but fine, your prerogative.
Now, exposition, eeeeexposiiiiition. Might hear writers toss that word around like a Frisbee, but it’s the critics that really go on and on and on about it. Exposition is described as “The action of explaining a particular point or subject” in a dictionary, and surprise surprise, I’m not saying anyt