Twilight's VoreApplejack was galloping to Twilight's house, carrying apples in her saddlebag. She looked over at the door. She trotted over to it and knocked softly. Twilight peeked out. "Hey Applejack!" she said. "Hey." Applejack replied. She trotted inside. Twilight walked into the kitchen, shouting, "SPIKE! MAKE SOME NACHOS!" Applejack looked over at Twilight's books. She picked up one called 'The Art of Deceiving' and read it.Twilight's Vore1 year ago in Drama More Like This
*30 MINUTES LATER*
She was halfway through when the floor under her flipped and she fell into a chair. Metal clamped over her hooves and she suddenly felt something wet on her hoof. She looked over and saw Twilight.... licking it. "WHAT THE HECK TWILIGHT!? Y'ALL ARE CRAZY!" Suddenly, Twilight rushed over to Applejack's head and put it in her mouth. Twilig
Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part one of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 28 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Now, Ellena, what did your grandmother tell you about playing in the swamp?" The voice that asked the question was soft and far from scolding. Every word that the young woman spoke seemed to be wrapped in love and tied with a smile. For some, such a caring tone would be reserved for only those dearest to them, but for Jessica it just came naturally. For her, every being - human or animal, living or dead - was precious.
That didn't make the child who sat before her any less nervous, the petite girl biting her lip and hanging her head forward so that her chestnut bangs partially hid her face. Far shorter than Jessica's own locks, they were also quite a bit darker and did an admirable job of casting the girl's face into sullen shadow. "She... she saids ta always make sure ta wash my hands afore I ate, 'cause I could get disee... dizel... I could get sick." Sp
Revenge is sweet -vore-Revenge is Sweet vore-Revenge is sweet -vore-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING! Contains soft, unwilling M/M oral vore!
Also, contains some swearing.
All characters belong to me! <3
It had been 10 hours since Daymond had last seen Tom. 10 hours. It was unheard of for Tom to go this long without contacting him. Needless to say, Daymond was worried.
Daymond and Tom shared a dorm room, and Daymond hadn't had any classes that day. Tom had to go to his Chemistry 101 class for the morning, and then after that, to his Engineering classes. He had left at 8 o' clock that morning, and Day had expected him back at around 3 o' clock in the afternoon. Well, it was 6 o' clock and getting dark. Day had had enough of sitting around waiting and worrying. He had to take matters into his own hands. So, grabbing his flashlight, a water bottle, jacket and a spare jacket -just in case- he headed out to the setting sun to look for Tom.
Tom was not exactly everybody's pal
My EnemyI see that youve noticed my hands.My Enemy7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yes, the cracks there, they bleed
And sometimes they hurt quite badly,
But dont pay any attention to that
The rash? Yes, it burns and itches,
But give it time, it will go away.
I know it looks like hives, but I assure you
Its not a problem.
When I was little, I, ah,
Scratched my ankles until the blood stained my socks
And the sores rubbed raw by my shoes
And I scratched them.
But they healed, eventually.
And I went in once a week or so
Since I was three
To get shots
Filled with bits of the things that I was allergic to.
And every night and day I used a machine
That whirred like a lawnmower
With steam and smoke coming out the top
Id breathe it into my lunges through a mask
And itd help with the asthma.
But, I dont really use it anymore.
As you can see, I have a few small problems
But still, I smiled even when it hurt
And I laughed
Even as my skin cracked open in the summer
Dispelling the myths...With thanks to Dawkins especially, but many other leading scientists and philosophers too.Dispelling the myths...8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Can Evolution and God Coexist?
Evolution and God cannot comprehensibly coexist. It is a complete nonsensical idea, and is only ever suggested on the behalf of the christian, who realising the in-deniability of evolution, tries to cling to some 'fiat' life raft.
Evolution is a theory, tested and proven/observed that very accurately and brilliantly raises our consciousness to the fact that complicated things (such as humans) arrive 'on the scene' after a very very very long and very gradual process (the process of evolution). Evolution shows how and why we came to be the way we are in a very easy, understandable and acceptable way.
Now, to postulate that some creator of intelligence far far faaaar beyond us simply came into being out of nothing, (the 'unmoved mover' theory), simply defies all 'laws' of evolution - which have been tested and shown. Complex matter arrives on the scene a
BloodBlood11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood is pure
Blood is blood
Blood is pain
Blood is love
Blood is passion
Blood is in me
And so is blood that is in you
Blood makes the world go round
Blood makes me think
Does it make you?
Blood unifies me
Blood is unexceptional
Blood is everywhere
Blood is precious
It is not a thing to waste
Blood makes you bleed
Blood makes you breathe
Blood is chaos
It is a gossip
Blood is in all of us
for Stephenblackened jack boots grinding to dust cherry blossomsfor Stephen6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The Holocaust still burying the innocent
Summer Series1.Summer Series5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leaving the elevator
another fight ending
with your absence
on both sides of the toast
more oil news...
I take my coffee
the fading tune
of ice cream
on the bedside radio
Kind of Blue
the summer garden
on grandma's face
at the house next door
my brother stomps
back to school
the doctor advises
up to my ears
in monthly bills
for this tanka
end of summer
a new cocoon
in the attic
she pretends not to need
first school day
with perfect pronunciation
of foreign war
a heron gliding
night sky haikunight sky haiku6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the temple's roof
A sad little poemThe roses are dead,A sad little poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the violets are too,
our kisses are spectral,
but I still love you.
A sad little poem,
for a sad little girl.
She who's heart knows no bounds,
as I raise my glass of milk and alcohol,
wash the sweet, bitter, slight burning
down my smoke-wracked throat.
Here's one for the happiness, love,
that we'll feel one day.
Another for the trust in you, in me,
even in times so hard.
One more for the love I give,
and again for yours, my love.
I stood outside and watched the moon,
it didn't go anywhere, like I expected,
it just shone a little brighter,
so did your star.
Here, hold this, it's my heart,
be careful with it, cause like a cliche,
it's so fragile.
You know, there's only so many times,
I can fix the damned thing
and I keep breaking it, so here you go.
Hold it tight to your breast,
nestle it gently on a chain
around your slender neck.
One day, when I pepper your
throat with tender kisses,
I'll remember it's there
and I'll stop and smile.
I'll whisper my love for you,
Sith WarsSith Wars8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Letters To the Emperor
Characters: Anakin Sywalker, Halley, Obi Wan, Yoda, other random Jedi
Timeline: After Padme left Anakin and took his children, he and his Apprentice have headed out into the Universe to train while he recovers from the betrayal... After going to the Jedi planet of Ragoon Six and eliminating the Jedi there, a terrifying message is revealed to the council...
We have nothing to fear from the Sith. Obi Wan Kenobi faced the irritated council, frowning, looking at their impassive faces and standing his ground. Yes, there is a Sith presence. Yes, the Emperor is a Sith. But he was once one of us, and he is not going to mount an attack, that is all there is to it. I have known him his entire adult life.
Another voice chimed in, a Master on the far end of the chamber sat up, scowling. Did he not attack you, Obi Wan? His own old Master? And what of their followers? The Sith have woken a sizeable army! T
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 79 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
When the tongues touchWhen you lay in bedWhen the tongues touch7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Face facing another
When you taste her morning breath
Her lungs to your lungs
From your lungs to hers
When you lay and seek
In eyes of her splendid sunrise
Searching her book of beauty
When you shakedown its pages
You shake further
When you see a blur for her face
Eye to eye
Transfixed you find your lover
When you revel in the heat
From the sheets
Made in the night past
When you move your hand further
Gliding her perfect template
She glides yours too
When you lean forward
Inches become thou
One skin from two
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 29 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
Shattering.A woman says take me home and you are struckShattering.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the fear that you will not know how to touch her right, that you
have unwittingly made it this far without her knowing that
this was not supposed to be your life, a life your father
does not speak of and your mother doesn't understand, her eyes
heavy and sad. This is the kind of life that the dishes
will be the undoing of, a glass handled carelessly one day will
break in your hands and that will be the thing you finally
can't handle, your body crumpling against the sink, the weight
of your mother's sadness, the bitter emptiness of your father's
goodbye on the phone, your last trace of him, sterile and distant,
the endless ringing of every attempt after, the acrid taste of
the day you stopped calling, the despair, this life was never
what you wanted.
A woman says take me home and you say yes,
because how could you not?
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 69 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.
i am falling with youi.i am falling with you7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
there is no need in this, only want.
i fear for my safety, and you know this.
i dont know if i should be disturbed by your telling me that you would kill them if they ever hurt me, and yet you are nearly a man too. i am disturbed by how far i let you in and i am glad you cant see how you are the one who could hurt me most of all, and
only the trust i have in you will prevent that eventuality.
i have always been an obstinate creature. my mother spent years telling everyone who asked how i spent days clinging to the inside of her womb, unwilling to come out with the rose-tinted, nostalgic wisdom of infants. maybe it was obduracy. maybe it was fear.
you are the only one who could undecide me, and you have. and i am.
you watch me open the door to you in my dressing gown, warm from the water of recent showers. are you sick? you ask, taking me in as i let you in, because you know i only ever
HesaraghattaBangalore: tinHesaraghatta6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
houses lean in mass
saffron lake, perspiration
Winter Series 21.Winter Series 25 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
beyond our care
to my 5th grade class
from the hallway
a brand new set
I hurl the last
of a gut bug
the soup kitchen door
with perfect form
I stretch the hole
in my pocket
of old bread
for orphan children
in the shuffle
Tanka Series 61.Tanka Series 67 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an old rumor...
in the sugar bag
of the summer crickets-
at the love names
we trade in bed
my wheat crusts
for the birds-
the best I can do
not black enough
to fit in...
a stray dog
as if waiting
to notice her-
must be wifeless
on the front step
nodding to a song
I never liked?
CheckmateSunday afternoon in Marietta Square. Braving the heat, I slide into one of the metal tables behind the coffee shop. Today, I'm meeting John, a close friend and "big brother" in the martial arts. He is giving me my first real chess lesson. Dabbling as a kid, I lost interest against the rising demands of popularity. Nostalgia has brought me back to the game.Checkmate4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Six moves and I'm already in check. Bishops gone, my rook trapped by the queen. Desperate, I notice an escape, and John's faint smile.
a crab spider