the rape of lucyBig Scary Disclaimerthe rape of lucy7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
First, this story is not about sunshine or daisies. It has the word "rape" in the title, so it's probably going to be some pretty heavy shit. If you can handle something like that, read it. If not, don't.
Second, this is not "a rape story" or a fetish story. Do not put a negative comment on it unless you read the whole, damn thing, and after you do that, sit back and think to yourself, "What could this possibly mean, aside from what it is, on the surface?" Then, if you want to call me a horrible person, you have my complete permission! K? K.
Back flat against the wall, Andy watched the teenage wasteland rise and fall with the DJs whims. The room was a cacophony of sensation; the floor had been going for some time now, the pressed heat of bodies had cooked a thousand splashes and sprays into a strange bath with familiar notes. There were Angels, Baby Dolls, Echoes, and Jewels, all lost in the throes of Envy, Happy,
Not As WeShe couldnt tell you what day it was, or what month in what year. She couldnt tell you the name of the president, or even her name. She couldnt remember. She couldnt tell you anything about her past, except how empty it felt. Time to her was a relative concept, something that passed entirely unevenly, no set rhythm or mark. It was day when light filtered through the cracks in the walls or the slight part in the black fabric on the windows, and it was night when she could no longer see anything, there was no such thing as an hour, or a minute in her world. Time was marked by the light, and it never seemed to move in the same way.Not As We6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
One day would move quickly, its memory forgotten with the rising dawn and break of day through the cracks, yet another would tick by so slowly it would seem as if the day would continue on forever. Not that it would matter to her; she did the same thing every day. Shed wake when the sun was barely filtering through the tears in the
Parent-teacher conferenceParent-teacher conference2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"What exactly do you mean when you say 'disappear?'" Thyme inquired. She shifted uneasily in her chair and her leg kept bobbing up and down, longing for the comfortable couches and armchairs at home. On her left, she could hear the steady rhythm of Eneis' fingers rapping on the side of his thigh. Sitting here must be murder to him. They had been sitting here for about 20 minutes, but being confined to a chair inside a small office for this amount of time felt like 2 hours to the usual demigod. She could tell he was itching to get out of here and she felt very much the same, but clearly that was not an option. As she glanced to the side, she saw how her husband was giving the teacher opposite the desk a brow-furrowed look.
"I know it sounds a little odd," Mrs. Adams went on, curling and uncurling her fingers. The woman was in her early fifties, had auburn, grey-streaked hair and had been teaching first graders for the majority of her career, or so Thyme had remembered. "But I can't find
CCJ- Darkest Day Event- WuyanCCJ- Darkest Day Event- Wuyan3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The figure of a Tempest's tiger dashed from roof top to roof top, as fellow Tempests and other gang members alike all met their matches in the streets around them. Shalu Wuyan had no idea what was going on, except that the necklace around his neck, was his sole means of being attacked. Should someone spot it hanging about his throat, they would have no hesitations in trying to cut him open. It was gratifying to see that no civilians were being harmed, if only for intense complexity and sense of justice Wuyan had accustomed his moral compass to. Even so, he was anxious. 'What could be happening?' He thought to himself.
Still, Wuyan's instinct told him that there was something on a massive scale happening within the city this day. Swift figures, well-armed all, were boldly moving through the city, and his pale eyes could barely discern the presence of gang members; Tempest's or otherwise. Pausing, Wuyan slid into the shadow of a sloping roof, and waited for the sound of pounding feet to
With a KissWith a Kiss6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
No one said it was going to become love
It was all a crush until I carried it on
I took a drink and flushed into your very arms
No one said it was going to become love
With a kiss, you turned all others away
With a kiss, I could stay with you all day
And I know, this won't last, but that's ok
With a kiss, it won't matter anyway
You spoke of her, kind as anyone else
But I knew just how you must've felt
You let me drag, holding onto your tail
And I never knew the truth, you meant me well
What did I do? What did I say?
When it's done, what's it matter anyway?
It wasn't done 'til I heard what you would say
With a kiss, you turned all others away
With a kiss, I could stay with you all day
And I know, this won't last, but that's ok
With a kiss, it won't matter anyway
The deed is done
Don't speak to me again
Your lying words
Your honeyed tongue
Did you mean it when you said...
With a kiss, I'll turn all others away
With a kiss, I will stay with you all day
And I know, this won't last, but tha
Camelot of Monty PythonCamelot, the land of knights and kingsCamelot of Monty Python8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Camelot, where every knight loves to sing
Camelot, home of the table so round
Camelot, where every knight dances around
Camelot, home of delicious ham
Camelot, producers of lovely Spam
Camelot, where Arthur and his knights never go
Camelot, 'tis a silly place, don't cha know
6 shitty drabblesI)) "N-No, stop...!" he whimpered, pushing the older boy's face away.6 shitty drabbles6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He chuckled softly and took the other's wrists in his hands. "Come on, it's just a little harmless fun."
The boy shut his eyes tightly and pulled against the grip on his hands as the other boy leaned in again. He turned away and winced as the pair of lips attached to his jaw, slowly moving down his throat. There was no denying the pleasure building inside him--particularly in his pants.
He closed his eyes and sighed heavily in surrender as the grip on his wrists was slowly released. It would be so easy for him to escape now. All he needed to do was shoot his knee up into the older boy's crotch, shove him away and run like hell. Instead, he found himself bracing against the wall and turning his head, opening his mouth slightly.
"That's more like it," he sighed against the boy's open mouth. "See, this is fun...isn't it Modeste?"
"Nnn," he moaned, clutching at the other's shirt.
Somewhere in the far, far back of
Where I am GodWhere I am God8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I am God
I go to that place,
every now and again.
When Life bites too harshly,
and I forget who I am.
When power corrupt,
and ill gotten gains,
steal into the real
and my wonderment wanes.
I go to the lands
my Mother spoke of in dreams,
where magick still fights,
still flies and still breathes.
Where the pieces are set,
and the game is about.
Where Mother's stories can live
without worry or lout.
In that place I have found
the impossible true.
Where I can be what I'll be,
and you can be you.
Where the ancient fae-yarns
of my family's old lands
pour fourth from the tide,
and drift onto the sands.
And when I go there I find
who I am and may be,
and relive the life lessons
that Life has taught me.
In that mystical land
where dreams dwell, I am King.
I am Lord of the lords,
I bear crown and am King.
And when Life throws salt
into deep open wounds,
I find balm in my Aiden,
in my world so subsumed.
And so, at the end of this tale
I have weaved with my words,
to which some
Human Jason Grace x ReaderHumanHuman Jason Grace x Reader10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jason Grace x Reader
I can hold my breath
I can bite my tongue
I can stay awake for days
If that’s what you want
Be your number one
The blond haired “superman”. That’s what they called him. And that’s the boy I liked. But still…I mean who am I compared to him? A Greek girl, daughter of (goodly parent) who’s never been on a quest or down anything great.
I can fake a smile
I can force a laugh
I can dance and play the part
If that’s what you ask
Give you all I am
I sighed and looked out the science classroom window. The site of Leo Valdez pressing his face to the glass of course, greeted me. I looked around the classroom and no one else seemed to notice him. He gestured for me to come outside. I shook my head and mouthed ‘No’. He looked almost frantic. Then he started jumping up and down. I knew I was going to regret this, but what choice did I have. I raised my hand.
Twilight sagaTwilight saga book cover meanings:Twilight saga6 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Twilight: Represents the forbidden fruit. Edward cannot drink from Bella
New Moon: Represents undying love, and or a bleeding rose. Bella's literally bleeding love for edward.
Eclipse: Represents how Bella must make a decision to choose either Jacob or Edward. How she must give a little of herself to both of them, but by doing that, a little thread of both relationships come off.
Breaking Dawn: Represents how Bella changes from a human to a vampire. The red pawn stands for warmth, blood, and weakness, while the queen stands for coldness, beauty, and power.
The EXO Chronicles- Luhan's MemoryThe EXO Chronicles- Luhan's Memory2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Luhan's memory
This new world has become of good use to me ever since the Great Divide. My powers are becoming even stronger since I have been here. I call the orbs every evening, and they seem to be working well, but I can only call the others that are here with me. I have brothers on the other side, but I have not met with them yet.
There is only a matter of time before the two moons will align again. When that time comes, I must make sure that I use my power to its full potential, for it is my duty to gather all of my brothers together. I have not yet travelled to Earth to seek the one our ancestors called “Mama.”
I haven’t been here very long, and I don’t know how I will last on my own without Kai. Usually, he would always be near when we had to use our powers together. Ever since the Great Divide, I don’t see much of him. Since we are two forces that are alike, I get the chance to contact him whenever the timing is nearly perfect. It
Percy Jackson x Reader (Don't Push Your Luck)(A/N: Whoa, these oneshots are fun! I wish I had started them sooner. Anyway, this was something that flowed easily but took forever to get into words. Firstly, I was stuck on the title. My Luke Castellan x Reader's title wasn't hard at all because of the theme.Percy Jackson x Reader (Don't Push Your Luck)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
But this one was a bit different!
Sorry if you don't appreciate the language. I just threw it in. Also sorry if you don't appreciate my choice of your godly parent.
Now let the crappiness and shortness commence!)
You flick a stray strand of your (h/l), (h/c) locks out of your eyes. Your normally (e/c) eyes flash a dangerous, warning claret. No way were you allowing yourself to get beaten by the scrawny sea spawn in front of you.
"Give up, yet, (Last Name)?" The sea-green eyed brunette gently pokes your throat with Riptide. "I must admit; I'm surprised. Even a useless kid o
Ich liebe dich.Miluji teIch liebe dich.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The translation is the same. Maybe a few words change, but the meaning remains. As far as I know, the only language to pass your lips with fluency is English. But would you actually be able to see past those unfamiliar words and understand this- this thing thats so important, so painful, so beautiful that no language on this planet can enclose it in words, make it something you can understand?
Ik hou van jou
You have no idea how it eats at me. It gnaws at my insides until theyre bruised and raw. It hurts, it hurts so horribly you cant possibly understand, and at the zenith of the pain there is this beauty and happiness I cant describe. Tell me, when was the last time you felt that pain so immense that it melted to pleasure?
And I would endure that pain until my mind decayed and I went insane if it meant youd follow me into the darkness of insanity. If youd rot with me, I would dig the hole myself.
Nico di Angelo x Reader (Safe And Sound)(A/N: A request for :iconsalmasilva: .Nico di Angelo x Reader (Safe And Sound)5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've done two other Nico x Readers - Cold Hands and The Dark Side - and I had this idea while typing so I wanted to turn it into a fanfic.
'Safe And Sound' belongs to Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars.
Here you are.
WARNING: A LOT OF ANGST, SADNESS AND TEARS FOR OUR DARLING SHADOW BOY GUARANTEED.)
As Percy and Annabeth are welcomed onto the Argo II, you watch on from behind Piper.
The two are immediately bombarded with hugs, questions and soothing words. They look battered; Percy has cuts and bruises all over him and Annabeth has lost her knife and so
A Dustland FairytaleKenny is five years old when he meets Eric Cartman. Five years old, lying in the snow beside Stark's Pond, which is completely iced over, huddled in a too-big orange parka (a hand-me-down from his brother Kevin), and still slowly freezing to death. His brain hasn't quite grasped the concept of Death yet, not properly, but with his own simple logic, he has realised that the things which break other people can't seem to break him.A Dustland Fairytale4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cartman and Stan Marsh are friends by force, pushed together by their mothers who seem to be friends by choice. That day, Sharon Marsh visits Lianne Cartman for a coffee, and the two boys are bundled up in hand-knitted scarves and hats and thick, warm coats, and shoved outside to play. They complain as they shuffle through the still-falling snow, almost tripping over Kenny's limp body when they reach the pond. His lips have already begun turning blue, but he still manages to glare at Cartman when the other boy prods him.
Stan and Cartman argue over w
Colonists and Vikings "Pa, who's that?"Colonists and Vikings1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A small, brown-haired little boy called out, his Irish-accented voice carrying eerily over the silenced village. The intruders stood frozen, every eye of every resident of the tiny community on them. They were large, much bigger men than the colonists had ever seen before. They were nothing like them, they knew not of who they were or where they had come from. They seemed very intimidating; carrying large swords and weird contraptions made of wood and metal. They wore horned hats upon their heads as well, adding to the frightening image they displayed.
And yet. . .
The child who'd spoken earlier suddenly rushed out from behind his mother who reached out timidly to hold him back. The boy tilted his head, and freed himself from his mother's protective grasp. He walked up to the man at the head of the newcomers, head still to one side as his arms hung loosely at his side. His eyes shifted down from the man's f
SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden4Ophelia tousled her still-damp hair as she sat outside her tutor's office at the university. She sighed glumly and tugged a lock of her hair forwards so she could double check the temporary black dye had not faded her previous purple colour too much.SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ah, Ophelia. So sorry to keep you waiting." Her lecturer, a woman whose excessive thinness came from an inability to sit still rather than vanity, suddenly appeared carrying a stack of boxes.
"Let me." Ophelia grabbed the boxes so she could open her office door.
"Thanks, as I said, sorry to keep you." The woman said, apologetically.
"You wanted to see me about my assessment results." Ophelia's voice was wooden.
"Yes, for the performance." The woman picked up a scrap of paper and fidgeted awkwardly. "I'm sure we both what we're talking about."
Ophelia stared into the distance, nodding.
"Now, I don't want you to worry love. I've already spoken to the exam board and they've agreed to allow you to re-sit the performance assessment. It's hones
such cold hands : NICO DI ANGELO x READERsuch cold hands : NICO DI ANGELO x READER9 months ago in Romance More Like This
“if only the dead did not have
such cold hands”
Despite the happy photographs that littered the cramped apartment you shared with the brunette Italian, despondency lingered between the two of you. Nights you once spent caged in his surprisingly strong arms were now wasted on the couch, typing away for a novel you knew would never get published. Whenever you were in the mood, which was rarely, Nico was already preoccupied with his medical texts – and you didn’t want to distract him from his studies.
“I’m sorry we aren’t spending that much time together anymore,” You murmur one night, before turning off the lights. The drapes were left open and New York City lights flooded in. You walked over to close them before you felt Nico’s chest press against your back and his hands grip your waist – you shivered.
Long way to the promissed landPretending to seeLong way to the promissed land9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What was never there
Afraid to go forward
Unable to dare
Wish for reliefe
Free of pretend
No other feeling
Will be accepted instead
And free air for all
I sold all my belongings
Including my soul
Vision is blurry
Dust in my eyes
Friends are here
But one of them sighs
All is whole
As empty is none
Suddenly it's silent
Sound's afraid to come
Push through the edge
And catch your own spirit
When to let it go
Somehow you'll feel it
Jump through the boundries
And aim fro the sky
Only when you're there
You'll have the right to cry.
SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden3It was 3:00 am in 221B Baker Street and John Watson had long since succumbed to sleep as a result of his rude awakening at such an early hour of the morning. He lay curled in his armchair, his breath leaving him in small whispering bursts that were almost but not quite snores.SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was lying spread-eagled on the floor in front of their chairs, Dante the cat a heavy mass curled in a heap on his master's lean stomach and Gladstone sleeping contentedly in the warm nook between Sherlock's arm and chest.
Sherlock had retrieved the headphones from the skull on the wall and was listening to music, his eyes closed as his mind bounced smoothly off the notes echoing through his head. He was attempting to get his mind in a suitably operatic place. It wasn't really working.
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses abandon their defences . . .
Good grief, Lloyd Webber has a lot to answer for . . .
SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden2"John?"SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sleeping man didn't stir.
A hesitant moment, then a gentle shake to the shoulder through the quilt. "John?"
Sherlock sighed and ran his hand through his hair, lowering himself to sit on the side of John's bed. He was always reluctant to wake John up He'd had to administer his own awkward, tentative brand of comfort to the man in the traumatised aftermath of a nightmare much too often to take for granted the undisturbed sleep the man did have Nevertheless, he was tingling with the need to move and he'd implode from sheer frustration if he had to wait for the man to wake naturally.
So he decided to try the, admittedly slightly dishonourable, but sure-fire method of waking someone up.
He hauled the end of John's quilt up and tickled the man's bare feet.
The doctor lurched into consciousness with a yelp and a thrash, staring up at Sherlock with a bleary, bewildered face.
"Oh good, you're awake." Sherlock said, cheerfully, deciding to feign obliviousne
Dragons Rise in the Brave Tangled TardisIt was a quiet evening in the lands of our four heroes. The lanterns had flown, the dragons were sleeping, the will ‘o wisps were nowhere to be seen, and the snow fell with a silent grace. Could things get any better? Perhaps, though all were content for the time being. Could things get worse? Certainly, but for now everything leaned towards the better end of the spectrum. Could things change? Well, let’s see...Dragons Rise in the Brave Tangled Tardis1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Merida: Eh? What? *stands slowly and stares at surroundings* Where...where am I? *sees Jack, Rapunzel, and Hiccup (all unconscious) * Who are all you lot!? *walks over to Hiccup and shakes him roughly by the shoulder* Hey! Oi, wake up ye great lump!
Hiccup: *slowly opens eyes* Huh? Uhh, red hair... *sees Merida standing in front of him and jerks upright clumsily* Aaah...what’s going on here?
Merida: I was gonna ask you the same question! *points at him accusingly but then sees Toothless laying down behind him* What’s that?
Big Four - RapunzelLess than a year after Rapunzel and Eugene got married..Big Four - Rapunzel2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I woke up with a start, out of breath, but with no idea why. I sat up in bed and looked over at the man laying peacefully next to me. Carefully, I lifted the blankets off and scooted out of bed, but froze as Eugene shifted a little in his sleep. With a sigh, I headed down the hall to my drawing room. When I started to turn the knob, I noticed a light coming from under another door, farther down the hall. Letting go of the the knob, I headed towards it.
“I’ve never noticed a door here before.” I whispered to myself, stroking the wood of the door. I carefully turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open, to be blinded by a bright light. I squinted, holding up my hand so I could see better, and took a step into the room.
As my eyesight came back into focus, I noticed what should have been a room, was a forest. There were trees all around, and flowers lined around the ground. There was a path leading deeper into
A Pokemon Love StoryA Pokemon Love Story9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Torchics are red,
Mudkips are blue.
This is the love story
of a lonely young Xatu.
All day he sat alone,
wishing things would change.
He constantly felt binded
by his imaginary chains.
Xatu thought of a plan:
call up all of his friends.
Invite them to a party,
hoping his problems would end.
He called them all up,
and now he must wait.
In order to succeed,
his party must be great!
The guests all arrived,
and all right on time.
They then got to see
the great Mr. Mime.
Juggling Poke Balls,
the crowd loved his tricks.
Next up on the stage
was the fiery Vulpix.
She spewed fire all around;
what a masterful art!
But little did she know,
she'd captured Xatu's heart.
He stopped and he stared
at the beautiful fox.
But then suddenly appeared
an old and wise Solrock.
"If it's Vulpix's heart
you wish to obtain,
you must understand
that it'll all be in vain."
"What do you mean?
Is there anything that I can do?"
"Yes, you must seek out
the Legendary Pokémon, Mew."
"You've got to be kidding!"