Would You?People are your business.Would You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People with weak minds and desperate hearts.
Those without hope or a prayer in this world
come to you with their pleas.
And you're there to ease their pain...but for a price.
Anyone who wants something has to give you something in return.
Is it gold? No, you want something more valuable than that.
Is it power? No, you already have that.
It could be a soul.
It could be a person.
It could be anything....anything precious and painful to lose.
That's just how you are.
But what if...what if someone came without a plea,
other than wanting to spend a moment with you?
What if someone merely wanted to know the person
behind the cackle, the gleaming eye, the sinister glare,
the scheming heart....what would you do then?
Would you make me your slave, would you take my free will?
Would you sap my energy and make me worship you?
Would you play with my head and leave me for dead?
That sounds like something you would do...
But that would make you more of a mortal
S.O.S Senses, Our Salvation chapter oneChapter one: - A senseless introductionS.O.S Senses, Our Salvation chapter one4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We all have five senses, all of which are used throughout our life. Sometimes, some are used more often than others. There are times where ones are hardly touched at all, or used without knowing it.Whenever the senses are blocked, it makes the user suffer, even if they are unaware of it. Doctors and scientists are researching more and more about the human body. Witchcraft users are also trying to tune in to both their emotions and their senses. Although these are two separate clashes of humanity, both agree on the one thing. If you can tune in fully onto all five emotions, especially when they are most needed, then this would make the human in particular much more powerful that they would be without.
This story isn't about scientists, or witchcraft believers. Its about one twenty year old girl, and the journey she goes through for six weeks. Her name is Charlotte Delice, Lottie to her friends. Lottie is in the middle of her second year at Univers
Swapping ClothesAsami waited patiently on the bed. She sighed as the time passed by. Korra was away on an airbending trip, but she said she would return by tonight. Asami frowned. What if something happened? She could just be caught up in something.Swapping Clothes8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Asami waited another hour in their bedroom. She slouched down and rested her hands on her knees. She was really hoping to surprise Korra tonight. Suddenly she heard the front door open and close and quickly got back into her original position. Her smile grew as she heard footsteps approaching the door.
Korra sighed tiredly as she opened the door to their bedroom. She jumped in surprise when she noticed Asami wasn’t asleep, but looked ready to put on a show for her. The CEO was in Korra’s old probending uniform top and panties, laying across the bed as if she was expecting the Avatar any minute now. Korra immediately turned as red as a tomato and gulped.
“Don’t you want to play?” Asami egged on, motioning her to her with her fi
Judy's 'Heaven of Food' - Part 2Judy’s “Heaven of Food”Judy's 'Heaven of Food' - Part 29 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Part 2 of 2
WARNING!!! This story is about feederism, intentional weight gain and extreme obesity!
Don't like that? Don't read that!
That night Judy had a strange dream. It consisted of just a few strange pictures. Judy saw soft flesh, curves, folds, rolls….. and then she woke up.
Judy did her best to make the new scale not useless! Now that she knew, how fast she could gain, she tried to gain even faster to break her record. She ate incredible huge amounts of food. She was stuffed all day long and when she went to sleep she sometimes couldn´t walk to her bed because she was just too full. And so she grew. She grew so fast, that they all decided, to buy her only stretchy clothes, because
The Making of the Best SukiyakiThe Making of the Best Sukiyaki4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was your typical, average Saturday at the Okumura brothers' dorm. Oddly, someone else was walking the halls today. Sixteen year-old Renzo Shima was busy texting on his cell phone after having a chat with Yukio about his grades as of late. Usually the pink haired teen wouldn't have minded such a talk, but it had forced him to miss an important date.
"Great, now she hates me." Shima mumbled as he read the last not-too-friendly text message and snapped his phone shut before pocketing it. "That's the third chick this month. Am I losing my touch?" Shima laced his arms behind is head and stared at the ceiling as he thought. "I think she had a pretty hot sister, maybe I could-"
Shima stopped in mid-sentence when he heard, and felt, a wet crunch under his right foot. Barely moving his head; the young Exorcist-in-training looked down at his shoe and gulped. He slowly pulled back his foot to reveal the squashed remains of some kind of beetle-like bug. It's yellow, slimy guts were all over the
Gray the Great (Chapter 2)Gray the Great (Chapter 2)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Back with Gray, the athletic Mage was taking a much earned rest. He was not sitting on a building or the ground as you might think, but on a crystal throne of pure ice. The area around the giant and his seat was ungodly cold; buildings and the like sported a thin sheet of frost just by being near the massive throne. Even the many people below, Gray's newly enslaved servants whom were busy worshipping his warm feet, felt the chill.
"Yeah keep doing it just like that. Make yourselves useful or join your friends on the bottom of my feet!" Gray chuckled as he watched the dozens of doll-sized people service him. Many were rubbing his rough, slightly sweating soles. Some clung to the top of his feet and massaged the flesh there. A few were even between his thick toes; licking and cleaning the crevices there of any gunk and lint. Gray sighed with content and leaned back on his throne; arms at his sides and eyes closed. He felt like a king like a god! Everything was good everyth
My Werewolf DefinitionCelestialwolf's Werewolf DefinitionMy Werewolf Definition6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. What is a werewolf?
2. How are they created?
2.1 The Bite
3 Anatomy, characteristics, attributes
3.1 Human Form
3.2 Gestalt (True Werewolf) form
3.3 Wolf Form
3.4 All three forms
4 The Shifting Process
5 World and Society
7 Werewolf Encyclopedia
8 Other interesting werewolf definitions
What is a werewolf?
A Werewolf is a human capable of assuming the form of a wolf or a combination of wolf and human (gestalt) at will while enjoying greater physical abilities than normal human
Story of a Dark GuildStory of a Dark Guild2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The time was just past midnight. The location was in the western forests near the town of Bluecliffe. Three figures sat around a small fire in the middle of a clearing. They were all young members of a Dark Guild known as Macro Heaven. The three wizards were resting after having taken care of their business in Bluecliffe.
The first figure was a young man with dirty blond hair and a serious expression. He wore a deep blue, buttoned up shirt and some black jeans. Near his waist, attached to his belt, hung a small metal hammer. The second figure was also male and wore a blue scarf along with a striped brown sweater and some lighter brown pants. Compared to the first man his build was also slightly bigger. The final person was a girl and appeared the youngest of the group. She had long brown hair and wore a black and gray striped shirt. She was also wearing blue jeans, brown boots, and a small green cape which draped over her shoulders. The most unusual thing about the woman, however
The Weak and the StrongThe Weak and the Strong3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lars and Mathieu, a Meister and Weapon team, were sitting at an outside café eating lunch. It seemed like a normal, average day in Death City, but neither of these two teens could of imagined how different today would really be.
"Are you listening to me, Mathieu?" Lars, the Meister of the duo, asked. Lars was a pretty average-looking guy with short brown hair, a tan striped shirt, and plain black sweat pants. He also wore a blue scarf around his neck and his eyes were hazel. "You can't tell me you're not worried about these fights in the slightest!"
"Fights?" Mathieu repeated as he didn't even look at Lars. The Weapon was too busy staring at his handheld console and mashing away at the buttons. Mathieu, unlike his partner, stuck out a lot more than Lars. He had messy black hair with red streaks and his eyes were a light blue. His clothes consisted of a plain white shirt under an open black jacket and he wore blue jeans over his legs. For some unknown reason a white band aid was dr
Logan BioLogan, a shy brown wolf with brown eyes, transformed immensely after meeting his best friend, Paul Henry, the son of Furvus Wolf. Paul Henry and the rest of his pack helped Logan both physically and mentally. At the beginning, Logan was skeptical, scared, cold, calculative, and untrusting with the world. It all began with a major car accident he was in with his mother when he was thirteen years old. A truck carrying a propane tank lost control and tipped over. His mother crashed into it and the propane tank exploded. The aftermath of the accident gave Logan burnt and impaired eyes, a severely burnt right arm and right leg, and the loss of his mother. His arm and leg had both muscle and nerve damage in which gives him chronic pain. He couldn’t do anything about his arm but he walked with a cane to ease pressure off his aching leg. Ever since that tragic day, he saw the world as a dark place. However, all that changed when he met Paul Henry. Paul Henry saw Logan needed a friend andLogan Bio2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Heating up the ArcticFurvus put Paul Henry to bed in DJ’s guest room as he and Paul Henry were staying over at DJ’s for the night while Michelle was at a teacher’s conference for the up-coming school year and was staying over in a hotel for the night as it was pretty far from home. DJ leaned against a counter in the kitchen as Furvus poured into a glass one type of protein shake about half way up and then another different type about the rest of the way and topped it all off with some Claw Energy drink. He stirred it all a bit with a spoon and held it towards his muzzle sniffing it some. He smiled at DJ and held the glass up a bit more. “I call this mix the Big Wolf.” DJ smiled as Furvus started gulping it down and took notice of Furvus’ shredded right bicep as he did so. Furvus wore a black tank top, so his arm was seen in-full and his right bicep grew to a nice size as Furvus used his right arm to drink down his protein mix.Heating up the Arctic2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
GeniusLogan walked into the warm home of Furvus, Michelle, and Paul Henry still a little dizzy from the hospital. But he was still happy to be with people that cared about him. Logan felt more at home with Paul Henry’s family than his own. Paul Henry wrapped his left arm around Logan’s neck (with his right arm in a cast) as they both entered the house.Genius3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Thank you again for letting me stay here,” said Logan.
“Of course, bro!” said Paul Henry. “My folks and I couldn’t just let you stay in your house alone without your dad.”
Logan’s head was still banging in pain. He managed to get some painkillers from the hospital but his head was still hurting a little. Under his sunglasses, Logan’s eyes turned to shades of pink again.
“I’ll go set up a spot for you on the couch,” said Michelle. “You and Paul Henry look like you need more rest.”
“But Mom, I feel fine,” said Paul Henry. Furvus put his g
Nivan's dreamNivan's dream3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was one of those realistic ones.
I mean... everything was so damn realistic in it, but in the real world its probability is less than nil.
Normally after dreams like that, when I wake up, I'm happy that in the end it was only the work of my imagination.
But today it was the other way around.
And I'm a bit shocked by that realisation.
The dream was a bit like a movie, like a slide show.
I had my own place but I lived alone. And that's not a promising outlook for the future. No matter how you look at it. The dream was abstract enough to hold on to the hope that the reality will be different. And I was older, not by much though. But I have finished Uni that was sure.
Now when I think about it I wouldn't want to live alone. To have my own place - sure. But be in those four walls on your own?
No. Definitely not.
I think I got addicted to company.
When they left for those three days, I was glad at first. But only half a day passed when I started to miss them.
Love Like IceLove Like IceLove Like Ice4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Which Grips Like A Vice
Nothing To Spare
When Payed With A Fare
With Love So Grim
Chances Are Slim
Survival Rate None
What Is To Be Won?
ZEPHLEIT-LY S2 - PrologueZEPHLEIT-LY S2 - Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay! My turn."
A blue-haired young man from across the room got up from his chair. "Watch and learn" he said, glaring at me as he walked towards my direction but stopped at the middle of the room. He stretched his arms and back, and did a few push ups as a warm up before he did a crab pose.
You can hear the other guys in the room yelling and cheering "You can do it!", "Go! GO! GO!!!" like other common spectators in a sports match.
I'd like to cheer him too, but I wasn't feeling it at the time. Why? Because it reminds me of the very first time I was "forced" to join a little shirt-ripping competition like this one. Much to my humiliation and disappointment, I knew I won't able to rip my shirt back then but I still did and gave it a try. Ah, bad, err, I mean good times
Anyway, I found myself staring at the young guy at the center as he struggled to get out of his shirt. Somehow, I felt good watching him; maybe because something tells me that he won't be able to succeed or, maybe
Sly like a Muscle FoxDai sat on a bench in the locker room of Powerfur’s Gym and tied his sneaker, getting ready for his workout with DJ. He looked over and noticed a couple of muscular male wolves sitting on a bench further down the locker room comparing one another’s biceps. Dai snorted a laugh to himself and thought, “Those two think that they are tough wolves…they don’t compare in the least to the real big wolf.”Sly like a Muscle Fox3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dai smiled wide as he noticed the big wolf who he was just thinking of walk into the locker room and walk over to the bench that the other wolves were sitting at. They noticed him walking up to them and looked at one another and chuckled a bit. The other wolf was wearing a button down loose-fitting long sleeved shirt and jeans. He placed his gym bag on the bench and opened a locker. What these two wolves could not see was the massive muscles cabling this wolf’s frame that were hidden from under the shirt and jeans
Circus Act: As Brave As A Lion! (Lion TF)Circus Act: As Brave As A Lion! (Lion TF)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I had no idea where I was going, where the heck was I? I was just driving back from a friend's house who was located just out of town, yet I've suddenly become very lost! I didn't recognize this area at all, and I'm insanely good with directions. I'll never find my way back home like this, I needed to ask for directions. As my bad luck would have it, rain clouds began to form in the sky. My bad day jut got worse, I couldn't believe how terrible this whole situation was becoming. I drove for what seemed like hours, hoping in vain to find some kind of house or building in which I could ask for directions. I drove along the dusty and rock covered road, as my red sports car paced along. I was desperate to try and find some kind of person to give me directions, but I didn't find anyone as I drove along. I looked at my cellphone, and tried to get a call through. The phone ringed for a few seconds, before eventually stopping and telling me that I was out of the service area. It felt like the
MimeyName: MimeyMimey1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Age: Immortal (appears to be in mid-20's)
DOB: June 6th
Height: 6'1" (normally)
Weight: 375 pounds (normally)
Occupation: God of muscle, strength, sexuality, among other things
Eye Color: Golden
Hair Color: Brown
Favorite muscle/area: Chest
Likes: Strength, games, LEGOs, reading, history,
Dislikes: Weakness, laziness, intolerance, deception,
Alignment: Neutral Good
Personality: Benevolent, passionate, loving, stern, firm, show-offy,
Family: Eric (son), Laura (Eric's mother), ??? and ??? (parents),
Powers, abilities, etc: Vast nigh-unlimited potentially reality altering powers, immortality, invincibility, titanic levels of physical strength,
Mimey is a god. But one of many that exist in the universe. The gods are necessary for the universe to exist. Without the gods, there is no universe, or with no universe, there would be no gods. Each god has certain aspects that they control and keep balanced in the universe. Some aspects might involve physical fo
DenmarkxReader: Paper AirplanesDenmarkxReader: Paper Airplanes1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The Dane sighed.
Usually he would be up, and full of energy but...it just felt dreary today.
The wind caused by the subway blew over his spiked up blonde locks, and effectively pulling away a document from his grasp.
He turned to grab it but it seemed to have already stopped.
He chuckled and pulled the paper off the woman's face, her eyes closed face framed from (h/c) hair.
Her lips were a soft pink, though it seemed to be covered by a shade darker lipstick.
He held the document up still, taking in her beauty.
Eyes opened, the sun making the (e/c) in them sparkle.
She smiled at the Danish man, and her eyes switched over to the document he held, giggling a bit.
He furrowed his brows and she motioned to the piece of paper.
Curiously he tilted his head a bit, craning it so he could see what she found amusing.
Her lipstick seemed to have left a mark.
Smiling amusedly he chuckled, eyes closed.
Her presence seemed to have disappeared, because when he
Glass HeartsYou were a child, born with a heart of glass.Glass Hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always everyday, it would happen. Someone would come and I would hope with all my heart that they would come to love me. To listen to me, instead of hear me. To see me, instead of look at me. To comfort me, instead of patronize me.
And always everyday, the same result. They couldn't, or they wouldn't. They didn't care enough to try. And that's what made my heart so fragile, one that was as thin as glass.
You were a child, with a heart that was cracked.
After all the times my heart would build up its walls, only to be smoothed down into a transparent shield, it finally had enough.
My heart could never hold the love that it was destined to never have, for it was cracked. No one would try to fix it, not even me; for I saw no point.
If someone ever has the emotion enough to care, then I shall turn into the world around me, and simply let it slip through this crack that the world has given me.
This crack, that shows that the world