About puppy dogs and OWNERSAbout puppy dogs and OWNERSAbout puppy dogs and OWNERS4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking on the crux of it all!
Let me remove your fears, your inhibitions, your clothes, your freedom, your identity...........
Give up your making decisions,
How can any want conformity
_ and convention?
Hands behind your back,
a collar around your neck_
You can forget the talk_
I attach a leash...
Lets go for a walk....
*lock away your clothes*
*We'll just store that phone*
Down on your knees
*Find that bone*
Who's a good boy?
BY VARTH DAIDER
Trade with Tkfr - Ichigo tickled by GrimmjowSetting: SPOILER WARNING – Shortly prior to the invasion of Soul SocietyTrade with Tkfr - Ichigo tickled by Grimmjow2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Location: Karakura Town
Time: 2:04 a.m., Saturday
Ichigo pushed the door open, kicking his shoes off right on the threshold. They landed some feet away with two soft thumps. Usually he would have attempted to be more silent, but there was no one in the dark house. Karin was away with the soccer team, and Yuzu was enjoying a trip to the countryside, luckily bringing their father along. Indeed, the man had tried to convince Ichigo to join them, and it took the boy three beatings to make him finally desist. And Kon... where was the stuffed lion again?
Anyway, he had the house all to himself for about two weeks. Which was a very good thing, since he was on a break from school for the same amount of time. At least, it would have been for any seventeen-year-old who did not spend most of his nights hunting down bloodthirsty Hollows. None of them was a threat to him, though. But that afternoon he had had some
Harry Vs Draco, A Ticklish DuelHarry Vs Draco, A Ticklish Duel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After loosing another quidditch match in his 5th year, Malfoy had just about as much Harry Potter as he could take. In fact he was fed up with "The likes of Potter" on all fronts Malfoy had everything a wizard could ask for, he was wealthy, popular, cunning, and he had a fair bit of magical skill. But despite this, he still couldn't quite measure up to Harry, "The Chosen One." Harry slighted him over and over again.
The very thought of Harry's success sickened Malfoy, triwizard champion, Gryffindor seeker,etc.
The more he reminisced over this, the more annoyed he became. All of Harry's narrow triumphs over him came streaming back to mind in one prickling wave of irritation. He tried everything to best His Gryffindor rival, and though he may have gained advantages at some points, Harry always came out on top in the end.
"How?!" Draco sneered, walking down an empty corridor after class.
But how harry had managed to do it
Dear DeviantArt, Are We A Porn Shop ?When was the body of a half-naked woman valued over the stroke of a pencil which once bled the imagination of the artists themselves.Dear DeviantArt, Are We A Porn Shop ?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When was a woman sprawled on a bed, legs inviting all to come inside, like a torn down library preferred over a world so distant, so surreal, that the artists heartbreak and tears all splattered across a canvass which beckoned all to come in, to lose themselves in this distant world.
When was effort traded for the flash of privileged?
When was the photograph of scenario so harsh to the eyes, yet full of emotion, pain and sadness so easily cast aside for the backside of a barbie-looking girl?
That hate I harbor for pictures such as those, pictures that only the skinny girl can take, the perfect girl can take, the beautiful can take has been tamed for two years until recently. It seems, Deviant Art, that you've lost sight of your purpose, let society pull your reigns. You go with the crowd now, don't you, chose selectively only what is pleasing to th
I WANT A GUY...I WANT A GUY...I WANT A GUY...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who can wrestle with me and let me win,
who i can talk to about anything,
who puts my cold hands in his warm hoddie pockets,
who lets me use his sweatshirt as a pillow,
who says i love you and means it,
who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in snow,
who calls unexpectedly who realizes that i say things but don't always mean them,
who i can go swimming with on hot days,
who can tell me his problems and let me help,
who will tell me i'm amazing,
who is simply mine to hold
The Growing Adventures of HughHugh stood in front of Stan, shirtless and huge. His muscles rippled and bulging beneath his paper-thin skin. His fists were lightly clinched, causing his forearms to bulge and flex a bit as well. He had a sly grin on his face. All in all, it was the norm for Hugh to do.The Growing Adventures of Hugh5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey Stan! What's your favorite muscle?" Hugh asked out of the blue.
"Uh..." Stan had to pause and think for a moment, "The pecs. Why do you ask?"
Hugh put his fists on his hips, "Nothing special. I just wanna know."
"Are you sure?" Stan asked, feeling rather unsure.
Hugh turned a bit from Stan, "Of course! I'm sure." As he said so, the two impressive pecs on his chest began to grow. They bulged and flexed out more and more. In moments they were at least twice their previous size and growing quickly.
Stan got a worried look on his face, "Then why are you flexing your pecs?"
"Heh." was all the answer Stan got from Hugh as the two mighty pecs grew faster. He gulped a bit as the pecs grew bigger than twin basketballs on H
Run away (Sebastian x reader)Lets put this simply, you were a run away. Your mother died when you were 2 and your dad died in a war before you were born. Your foster father was cruel and he beat you. So you took what little belongings you had and ran.Run away (Sebastian x reader)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The next day you relized you had no food and you were starving. Your stomach rumbled , "be quite, I'm trying to find food, okay" you said to yourself. Just then you pasted by a tall man with jet black hair and crimson red eyes. "What a strange women." You heard him say. And you saw a young boy standing beside him, he seemed to be no more that 13 years old. "What did you say sebastian?" The boy asked to tall man as you walked away. You were to far away to here the mans reply.
The bag you were carrying felt like it became light as air. You turned around a saw a kid running away with your bag. You ran after him right back toward at tall man and the young boy. "Out of the way idiots!!" You shouted as you ran by.
The tall man fell aggenst the wall and he slumped ov
Gargalien UnderworldThe wind unleashed a bitter chill. Swarms of brown, crinkled leaves were swept along the park. It's dark and foreboding atmosphere illuminated by a series of flickering streetlamps. That cast the footpaths in an orange glow. This British park located on a council estate was regrettably filled with juvenile crime. Gangs of teenagers and even younger children would hang out here well into the dead of night. Those who were brave enough or more possibly foolish to try and pass through it at night would risk meeting one or more of these hoodlums and suffering the consequences. It was nearing midnight and the littered, vandalized park was deserted. It was the middle of winter and the temperature was now approaching freezing.Gargalien Underworld2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a result many of the local kids had wisely chosen to remain indoors. With the sole exception for a small group. Hidden away underneath the railway bridge a small group of boys were huddled together. Clad in hoodies and thick jumpers, a few of them were flashing some b
Skar'd for Life"Grrr .I can't stand it," Skar burst out at the kitchen table that startled Grau who was sitting across from him.Skar'd for Life5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What? What's wrong," Grau asked picking up his fallen piece of toast.
"It's that idiot ZL," Skar roared, pounding the table. "How can I get Zeph's attention when he's always by his side? I'm supposed to be his brother! Not ZL!"
Skar pounded the table again which sent Grau's empty plate rattling, catching Xavier's attention from the other room.
"Hey," Xavier shouted, "What's with all the racket?"
"S-Sorry Xavier," Skar apologized intimidated. "I guess I'm just angry. Why does ZL get Zeph's attention?"
"There's a simple reason for that," Farris said entering the room and chomping down into an apple.
"What's that," Skar asked.
"You," Craigmartin joined in as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, "are weak."
"What's that supposed to mean," Skar growled angrily as his fist clenched a bit.
"Face it," Ralf interjected as he walked into the room, "ZL's
YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.You hit me.YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You hate me.
You label me.
You judge me.
You reject me.
You blame me.
You laugh at me.
You criticise me.
You threaten me.
You try to guilt me.
You call me names.
You tell me I’m wrong.
You try to manipulate me.
You refuse to apologize to me.
You try to make me responsible.
But you can’t stop me from being me.
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i lookMocked3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
Silence and the noise of beingSilence begins not inside us,Silence and the noise of being2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But within the familiarity of a convoluted world.
A world beside which we reside;
A world that is born within;
Within the eyes of a nomadic soul.
Shaped into being by eternity,
Captivated by the frailness of mortality.
Noise, uncertainty, randomness,
Emotions bleeding life.
The wings of freedom burning aflame.
The sense of being fragile,
The thrill of being void.
Noise; only noise prevails.
Noise; the symphony of being.
And so we unravel.
But mysteries come at a price.
The flight of time,
Steals away reflections once known.
Within the shadows of our souls;
Familiar faces begin searching,
The reason of our being.
Being is no more enough.
The clockwork of life ticking away slowly;
Reminding, that time is a mortal.
In just another second, the present is going to die.
And so we dream,
We let silence dawn upon us.
The silence of thought,
The silence of deed.
We name it peace,
Shut out the echoes that once prevailed.
We keep on dreaming.
Until we get nauseated,
awakeningone day . . i won't wake up .awakening2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at least , not to the sound of your voice
and the touch of your lips on my cheek
because you'll be gone
and i'll be vanquished and abandoned .
you told me to trust you
- that you'll never leave me -
but my faith was never very strong
even if my imagination was .
and you know that i fear
the forsaken life
i tried to leave behind ;
you know that i don't want to go back .
( i can't hold onto everything
as i watch my life fall to pieces )
and i've watched you as you sleep
by my side , curled up in the blankets . . .
i've watched your lips move and heard you
as you whisper my name and move closer .
but one day . . i won't wake up
to your sweet smile and loving eyes
and i fear the day that you finally wake up
and realize what you've gotten yourself into .
Collectors - Brandon GiDMmmm! MMMMM! Brandon had been standing perfectly still, waiting for the police to untie his sister, when someone grabbed him from behind, pressing a hand over his mouth. He had chosen to stay by the cars, waiting while everyone else crowded around Lucy, and he immediately regretted his mistake. The second he felt the hand cover his mouth, he lurched forwards, attempting to loosen the mans grip while hoping to attract the attention of the police nearby. However, everyone was too wrapped up in rescuing Lucy to notice the man wrapping his arm tightly around Brandons torso, pinning his arms to his side.Collectors - Brandon GiD6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
No matter how hard Brandon wriggled and squired to get away, he was unable to fight off the mans power, making it difficult, but not impossible for his attacker to drag him backwards; accomplishing little, aside from the ripping of his plain white t-shirt. He didnt realize that there was a second man at all until he felt someone grab at his kicking legs,
Mermaid Story [REQUEST]Story request for LovelyAmbey Sorry it took so longMermaid Story [REQUEST]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Mommy?” the 4 year old brown-blonde mermaid asked her mother as she and her friend were being tucked in. Her mother just finished putting the blankets on the two mermaids when she looked at her daughter sweetly.
“Yes, dear?” she asked, putting her soft webbed hand on the mermaid’s cheek.
“Is it true that we could be a land-walker when we’re older?” the young mermaid asked.
“Yeah, I wanna see what it’s like to have legs!” her black-haired friend said, swishing around her tail. The two mermaids giggled and the brown-blonde’s mother smiled.
“If you believe you can… we could lend you some magic.” Her mom said jokingly. The two mermaids screamed “yes!” and her mom smiled at them and walked to the doorway. “Goodnight, girls.”
“Goodnight mommy!” the brown-blonde said.
Las Semillas del cambio - capitulo 4No había otra luz que brillaba bastante en este futuro, como las que vienen de los teléfonos inteligentes y las pantallas radiantes. Todo su mundo se profundizaba con el apretar de un botón, el deslizamiento de un dedo. Cada pequeño movimiento sorprendió a la banda, cuando ellos utilizan sus dedos para girar las perillas de la televisión y cambiar los canales borrosos.Las Semillas del cambio - capitulo 42 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Las preguntas rodearon por lo desconocido, y los coches remodelados que aceleraron a lo largo de la carretera, los anuncios en la TV Led de alta definición en los escaparates. Unos adolescentes que pasan, la niña que pareciera que usara una tira de tela que una mini falda, con botas altas de cuero, el niño, sin molestarse en cerrar las manos, tienen pantalones jeans descoloridos y muy apegados debajo de la cintura, ¡en la que sus boxers eran visibles para el público!
"¿Cómo puede una persona estar muy orgullosa de eso?
Sexuality?I told her today.Sexuality?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I told her the truth.
I never tried to lie.
I have always tried to be honest.
Tell me the truth.
Am I gay?
Am I a homosexual?
Do I like girls?
Do I like boys?
Do I like both?
Do I despise either?
The questions twirl and dance in my head...
My mind is already full!
I don't have time to discuss romance.
I don't want to either.
I've liked several girls.
But, I've liked several boys!
Neither were small.
Neither were weak.
I like both.
Can I like both?
My brother says no.
My mother assured me I wasn't gay.
But, the spirits assure me I am.
Who do I believe?
Myself or my mother?
I've never doubted her.
I want to cry.
I can't help but cry and sob and weep.
She tells me not to let others tell me things.
Then tells me that I am not gay.
Can't I be bisexual?
Can I like both?
I've liked my brothers' female friends.
I've liked my brothers' male friends.
Is that bad?
Am I strange?
Am I abnormal?
I don't understand!
Can't somebody tell me?
The Berry GlitchThere once was a beautiful girl who would wear a red bandana.The Berry Glitch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Such a beautiful girl she was.
She was the most favorite out of the five children for her personality and adventures. She defeated two villainous teams, rather than one, and would enter her little pocket monsters in contests, to see who's better than who.
Of course, you helped her with all of that.
I guarantee you forgot her though, what a shame.
She lived in her own universe, and so did you. She was the only friend you had, but then, times change.
You forgot her, like what you did to the previous three children, and soon the fourth, one by one. You made them suffer. Missing number, Celebi's egg. The Mystery Zone, and soon, Sky Drop.
But, she was the one that was the most angry, her frustration would make you more guilty than the boy with the red hat, for you doing this to her. She was the best, but the best must always fall, right?
One day, you were helping her pick berries, because she couldn't pick her own.
You and her we
Collectors - Jack GiDWhen the men entered Jacks room, he was sitting at his desk, headphones in, metal blaring loudly. It was 7 PM dark outside, late enough for him to be home from school, but not late enough for his workaholic parents to be anywhere near the house yet. After he had gotten home from school, he had done some homework, but not much, gone for a run, eaten leftover pizza for dinner and then taken a shower. Now he was partially dressed, wearing the pair of basketball shorts that intended to sleep in and nothing else.Collectors - Jack GiD6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Because of the loud music pouring through the headphones, Jack was blissfully unaware that anything at all was wrong. The men that had just picked the lock to the door barely knew anything about Jack, they had only watched him for a day, but they knew that every chance he got, the boy kept his ears jammed with loud music, blocking out the world. Jack raked a finger through his still slightly damn hair recently dyed black with a patch of blond in the front that h