KiGo Seasons-Summer-KiGo Seasons5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kim could not stop staring. She saw the most beautiful thing in her life coming towards her in the water. She saw Shego. But Shego wasn't in her usual green and black suit, she was wearing a green and black bikini. Shego smirked at her when she noticed that Kim could not take her eyes off of her. She swayed her hips a bit to tease the girl and she wore a smirk on her face.
Kim almost drooled. That was until she was tackled by a huge wave. She found herself now in a sitting position and coughing the salty water out of her mouth. Shego couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Sun got in your eye Pumpkin?"
"More like you did." Kim replied, her voice hoarse from all the salty water she swallowed.
Shego searched, and searched, but could not find what she was looking for. More like who she was looking for. She tried to use her ears to help her hear for who she was looking for, but only heard the gentle breeze flow through autumn leaves. She grunted in
The Wise CrowThe Wise Crow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The black crow cries again.
It wakes me up to loneliness.
It reminds me that I am empty.
I have no one but myself and he.
The sky is gray, much like the color of my soul.
I feel a vast mixture of emotions as the crow stares at me.
Pain. Sadness. Grief. Depression. Remorse.
The crow is talking to me.
Telling me to go sit under a rose bush, so I do.
The crow is smarter than I thought.
The pain that I get from being prodded by the thorns of the bush help me to realize something.
Realize that I am high.
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
From the Other Side of the BedFrom the Other Side of the Bed7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the Other Side of the Bed: The Sting
"We made it! We're alive!"
"Burn on that old crew! The only thing they did better than us were suck and die!"
"Leela, we got lucky this time, but you should be more careful! I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Thanks, but I can look out for myself."
The bee uncurled.
The stinger extended.
"I can smell danger a mile away!"
"Look out!" Fry lept in front of Leela. "You want her, you'll have to go through me!"
The bee lunged forward.
Then everything went black.
"Who will make Bender waffles just the way he likes them now?!"
"B...bender...Quick...hospital..." Fry was teetering on the edge of consciousness. Bender gasped, shocked that his friend had survived.
"Oh, right, that place humans go when they're injured. Got it!"
The Planet Exp
because love is a lesson in trial and errorI wish I had the words to tell you what I mean. I used to store sentences between my breaths – things that I couldn’t say at the moment, but wanted to remember. Now I can barely string together enough nouns and verbs to make you understand exactly what you mean to me. And I’m afraid.because love is a lesson in trial and error2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m afraid that if I can’t get it together fast enough I’ll lose you. It’s like you're water slipping through my fingers and I’m not quick enough to chase you through the currents. I know enough to know that you’re wild and free in a way that I’ll never be and maybe I’m jealous of that. Or maybe I’m scared. Maybe I know that if I was somehow better or different that I’d have you in a way that no one else has even gotten you, and some days, I think I’ve made it. Some days, I’m sure that I don’t have to be afraid anymore, but then it’s three in the morning and I’m tossing and turning from the waves you
A Perfect MateTitle: A Perfect MateA Perfect Mate5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Shere Khan/Bagheera; Bagheera/OMCs; Bagheera/?
Warnings: AU, angst, h/c, innuendo, interspecies, mentioned death (not main characters), slash, violence
Summary: The perfect mate has always been in front of Shere Khan.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jungle Book/Disney characters. I make no profit from this.
A rich, musky scent lingered in the hot jungle air, making Shere Khan hungrily sniff at the air while drool dripped from the sides of his mouth. The sweet scent of heat was nothing new to him. He had numerous liaisons in the past, but the scents always led to females of his species. This alluring musk was laced with Bagheera's scent. A male entering heat and being able to produce cubs was rare, but what shocked him the most was the sudden spike in his arousal. Normally, he could control his primal instincts, but the thought of the beautiful panther carrying his heirs took over his mind. Ever since childhood, he had a deep fondness for Bagheera, alth
JCL Ch.1 By BothersomeKitsuneJCL Ch.1 By BothersomeKitsune7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jungle Cubs Love
Bagheera was walking through the jungle, tears streaking down his furry cheeks. He had been running for two days straight all by himself; completely alone in a strange place with no one by himself and his thoughts. He thought about what had happened, not too long ago. It was still fresh in his mind.
Men from the man village had ambushed his families cave and attacked them. His father held them off as long as he could, before he was killed. Bagheera and his mother ran as fast as they could, but she got caught in a trap.
She let out a growl in surprise, clawing at the net
Mama, Bagheera cried. He ran over to his mother, trying to free his mother from the trap.
No Bagheera. Its no use, man will be here soon and you must run.
But Mama , Tears welled up, blocking his eyesight.
The she-panther licked her cubs head in affection. Her ear twitched and she knew that the men would be there any minute.
a lifetime of storms just to make things matterIt never rains like this where I’m from. It’s all or nothing there. Where the sky will split open for days, swallowing the continents, putting oceans where they used to rest. There, we were always just barely afloat, and I never learned how to swim.a lifetime of storms just to make things matter3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Here, I feel like I can still breathe between the raindrops and I sit out on our back patio and let the water soak into my skin and wash away all my sins. I know I’m not who I thought I’d be five years ago, but it’s not enough just to wish you could change, sometimes you just have to accept the way things are. Except who you’ve become. Where you’ve come from.
It was the day after my twentieth birthday when I learned that my heart would skip beats when I saw his face. My pulse would start and stop and disappear. I was fading and sometimes, he would make my outlines clear again, bring back the contours and all my shades and shadows. Small smiles would be awarded, unfamiliar to my face. He was my angel
I'm Going to Find Out - A short storyThirteen year old Emily Frank stood alone in her bedroom in darkness. The drapes were pulled closed over the window to block the night from looking in. A tear fell from her eye, rolled down her face and fell, fell, until it hit the carpet. She pulled out a letter from her pocket that she had written. She opened it, and read it. Immediately, she went to her desk and pulled out a pen, deciding she should write more. The pen waited over the paper but no words came from it. After a hesitation and a frustrated sigh, Emily put the pen down, re-folded the letter, and walked to her bed. It was perfectly made, which matched her perfectly clean room. Emily's childhood friends were neatly perched on her bed, watching her.I'm Going to Find Out - A short story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"They'll never need to clean after me again." Emily whispered to them. She glanced from one stuffed animal to the other. They didn't respond.
"You know, I think you're the only ones who'll notice I'm gone." Her voice cracked with overwhelming sadness, and tears blurred her visio
if you're an ocean, then i'm drowning.You are a calculated mistake if you're an ocean, then i'm drowning.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
something that I've known is wrong from the very start. And I wake up next to you every morning lately, praying that your split lips don't sink me even though I know it's too late.
You're already taking me under, because, baby
you're heavy like hurricane. Like a thousand drops of rain pounding down on my shoulder blades. You're seeping into my skin and into my bloodstream. It's only a matter of time until you spread to my heart.
It's too late. I'm already drowning in you.
It's too late, but god, I cannot love you.
You're like the last boy I kissed
which means I should already be working on forgetting the exact way your fingertips press into my hipbones or how my name sounds curled up in your mouth and the way you like to speak it so careful like a secret like if you said it too loud, I could get away from you. Like you want to keep me. But mostly I should forget you.
And sometimes, I try, but right now, I'm calculating the
No Words NeededRaising a hand to touch your faceNo Words Needed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A whisper touch of lightest grace
Words unspoken this silent creed
Her eyes and touch tell you all you need
A blink of understanding in her gaze
Which sets your very blood ablaze
Turning and slinking softly away
Her invitation she has no need to say
With a light responding touch of hand
She knows that you completely understand
You set off together in your usual way
Bound tighter than words can portray
these oceanic arteries are killing me. (collab)i'm drawn to the ocean in a way that's anything but beautiful. i don't want a welcome embrace, i just want it to consume me. 'cause the ocean is so heavy and right now i'm so fucking fragile.these oceanic arteries are killing me. (collab)4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i'll stand waist deep with the water curling tightly around me, lulling me further from the shore with the safe sung whispers of the wind as i let the waves crash into me. so that with each ebb and flow, piece by piece, the ocean can wash me away from you.
i can see myself crumbling away like the cliffs that surround the peaceful waters, and i wonder if you're as fragile as i am right now. my breathing patterns have changed, as i don't want to be anything like you at all ever again.
it's not anything i'm proud of -- the way our worlds shifted and turned and collided to make the currents wash up on these shores with each of us standing at opposite ends of this expanse of water with no hope, no reason, no love, but it's the way things turned out. and now i should know better than to change everyt
we're all made of stories.We're all either made of cells or stories, but in your case, it's both. You're somehow bigger than what one body can contain. And I know that all of this all these words and breaths and spaces aren't enough to explain you. You're better than any fiction will ever be.we're all made of stories.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember sitting in the passenger seat of your car, watching the familiar city streets flick by, fast like a picture book. It felt like there was something I was missing between the pages and second story houses, but I couldn't place it. I had my arms wrapped tight around my middle, holding my insides in since I was afraid with every passing moment I would let their contents spill. You wouldn't look at me, but you kept talking. For the first time ever, I wished you would stop. You were telling me that you could never love me and I was completely aware that I had already foolishly followed you in too deep and now you were letting me know that you had been drowning for years. You were promising to take me und
Victim No MoreShe cries beneath the claw of the savage beastVictim No More2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanting agony to end and from life be released
Alas there is no knight coming to save this child
From the ruthless hands of this maniac gone wild
And so she lives and grows within a twisted fate
Until she is only darkness and bright burning hate
A savage woman inside a beautiful constructed shell
With a heart blackened and a soul reeking of hell
Time passes and the savage beast dies beneath her rage
As she finally bursts free from sanity's fragile cage
The DarknessI cannot remember any time in my lifeThe Darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was not running from the darkness
Flying low and waiting for that flash of knife
Knowing it would be coming from the darkness
The only loyal companion was the stinging pain
Creating its own shadow inside of the darkness
The hissing relief in that shower of bloody rain
Merging within the screaming bells of darkness
Then one day there was no longer a need to flee
When the answer bellowed forth from the darkness
Running was hopeless when the darkness resides in me
Damn Me, If you MustDamn Me, If you MustDamn Me, If you Must2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ascent to the heavens where my bliss awaits
A lucrative expanse of sweet nothings
The essence of an embrace
Soon to be consumed in the warmth of promises made
Yet a chill on my spine distracts
Eyes of gold turn upon the creeping darkness
Where a handsome smile makes a malefic impact
The slamming of my heart rakes my ribs
Leaving my breath shallow and bone dry
Drawing me away from where the light had bid
Into, instead, the waiting arms made of shadowed blights
Silky smoke curls and adheres to my bronzed skin
Inky laughter which cuts to blind my sight
He is the Tempter, the Great Destruction, so corrupt
It's me he's always wanted, my everlasting admiration
Away he carries me, the descent so painfully abrupt
What would he do to me once we were alone?
Up, I glance into the sanguine crystals of his infinite eyes
To succumb to the seduction, I knew I would atone
No longer welcomed by the light of divinity
Shunned by the seraph protectors of purity
To live o
Wolf DreamShe dances alone within the forest’s embraceWolf Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every movement a swirl of agile feline grace
Here in this moonlit glade where she is safe.
Her companions come on soft silent paws
Accepting her completely despite nature’s laws
Ignoring her scars, darkness and human flaws.
She runs on fleet foot quietly behind the pack
All senses fully alert from her eyesight’s lack
Flying like the wind she never once glances back.
They may find her someday out in this desolate place
This essence of wildness wearing a semi-human face
But never would she willingly rejoin the human race.
The Jungle Vore Book (Shere Khan)Mowgli yawned as he stepped out of the water, feeling refreshed and much more relaxed. Now perhaps he could go to sleep a lot easier…The Jungle Vore Book (Shere Khan)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In fact, he now felt so drowsy that it was almost like the treatment had been even better than he’d hoped for. He decided that perhaps he would sleep here and return to the man-village in the morning.
Satisfied with the thought, Mowgli walked over towards a nearby tree and settled down upon the bushes sitting at the bottom of it, wrapping some huge leaves around himself like a blanket as he remembered Baloo doing to him one night ages ago.
Sleep befell the young man-cub instantly, much to his relief…
Although, unknown to Mowgli, there wouldn’t be a morning for him to awaken to…
Not when there was a hungry predator that had been watching the whole time…
A large tongue ran hungrily over a pair of black lips. They belonged to a big feline with mostly orange and black in color. It was a tiger, the most feared tiger in
The BookRead the book,The Book2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a thousand souls,
The gatekeepers book,
The keeper of the toll.
He reads your name,
From subliminal verses,
Brings forth your shame,
He must have rehearsed this.
He speaks with a tongue,
Lined with silver,
Whether old or young,
You will surely shiver.
these are the last things i'll say before i'm goneIf I had to give a name to what I'm feeling I would just call it disappearing. Because it's exactly like the way that you can know everything about someone one day and nothing the next. It's the quick death love has that leaves you wanting more or wanting it back in the best and worst of ways.these are the last things i'll say before i'm gone4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow through.
I won't admit how much I miss you I can't, but I can tell you this.
The thing about disappearing is that it doesn't stop me from wanting to be completely impossible to forget. And maybe that's a bit of an anomaly, but I've never made much sense to begin with anyway.
And sure, we're all different in the same ways, but I want to be differen
i'm telling myself not to get my hopes up.It's been a long time since I felt like this.i'm telling myself not to get my hopes up.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's all small kicks of my heartbeat
and subtle smiles when no one's looking.
I'm checking my phone messages
more times than any girl should,
but you're not letting me down.
You remind me of a time when things were easy
before I memorized what sadness felt like
and stopped feeling alive.
And for the first time, I don't feel broken
in a way that can't be fixed.
I don't feel like I was built in a way
that doesn't fit.
The Jungle Vore Book (Bagheera)A pair of sharp amber eyes watched the man-cub from a distance in the trees as he washed himself in the water. They belonged to a black-as-night panther; Bagheera. The one creature that had found Mowgli when he was a baby, and had brought him to the wolves’ den, before taking him back to the man-village where he belonged.The Jungle Vore Book (Bagheera)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But nowadays, Bagheera had been worried not just about Mowgli, but also Baloo. Since the bear wanted so much to see Mowgli again, man-village or no man-village, Bagheera would often have to go to the trouble of getting to the village before Baloo did, and stop him before he could get there.
And today had been pretty bad on Bagheera, because he hadn’t even gotten the chance to eat anything, and tonight he was now feeling really hungry and grumpy.
That was why he had been intending to hunt for a midnight snack that night. But now, seeing Mowgli out here in the jungle again, it made Bagheera even more frustrated. This was not working at all; if he wasn’