Lesbian CirclesWhat scares you?Lesbian Circles8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it the monsters under your bed?
or the thunder shaking your house at night?
What makes the hair on the back of your neck rise?
Maybe its the child at the park that stares at you with her otherworldly eyes. The one with the stained dress and the ragged little bow in her hair.
Or is it something else.
Something more sinister.
The dryness in your mouth, like on a hot summers day, that happens almost instantly when you see
That longing that rises in your chest in a manner that suggests heartburn.
The lust that clenches in your stomach like the butterflies that appear just before you speak in front of hundreds of people.
But most of all.
The pulsating heat that creeps from between your legs down to you knees.
Its so wrong.
But it feels
There is a straight line we must follow.
like good little school girls.
I dont know about you.
Sweet Dreams - Wincest Sweet DreamsSweet Dreams - Wincest7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sam slowly slid into the bed beside his brother, shaking uncontrollably. "...Sam?" Dean asked, his eyes still heavy with sleep. "Im s-scared Sam shivered, pulling the blanket over him. It was 2 AM...and the rain beat against the window as the wind howled. "Oh...I forgot you were afraid of storms bro.." he wrapped a loving arm around his brother, smiling at him.
"Thanks Dean..." Sam whispered, his eyes wide with fright despite the warmth of his brothers arm around him. Thunder clapped loudly in the distance, causing Sam to jump. "Sam..it's alright..you know I would never let anything happen to you...I'd protect you with my life.." Dean whispered, his face serious and stricken by the glow of
i trust you to know.if i could crack my ribs apart at the sternum, id let you dip your fingers beneath the bleached bones.i trust you to know.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
there isnt anyone else id trust enough to not be impatient. there isnt anyone else id trust to not simply cut through the brittle, snarled vines encasing my heart. but i trust you. i trust you to see that the vines need to be unwound layer by layer. i trust you to see that to cut to the quick would only bleed me out. i trust you to know that i cant bear to stain the carpet yet again.
i trust you to see that the thorns are embedded deep, the insecurities tangled with the nervous laughs, that im biting my lip to keep it from trembling, that my palms are bird wings fluttering around my throat to keep the oxygen flowing.
i trust you to see.
and if i balk, if i run terrified back into the thicket, i trust you to follow me quietly, not burying a bullet in my flank, but luring me out with open hands and gentle eyes.
oh, because cant you see? i&
The Purpose-Driven Plot Pt. 1The Purpose-Driven Plot Pt. 14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Part I - The Big Four: Exploring Plot Types
Before we start, it will be prudent to know what kind of plot you seek for your project. There are four main types that we will explore here:
- The character-driven plot.
- The event- or situation-driven plot.
- The world-driven plot.
- The concept- or theme-driven plot.
The character-driven plot is employed in stories that are propelled forward by the learning, changing character or characters. Harry Potter is an example of character-driven plot. I have one friend who is absolutely certain that this is the future of literature, because of the way we view and understand the human psyche.
The event-driven plot takes as its focus the events or chains of events that affect characters and the world in which the story is set. Choose-your-own adventure books are event-driven. Another example is Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, in which the absurd situations that arise out of the setting are the main focus of the novel and the charact
LoveLove,Love8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is wanted and needed,
Like the falling rain.
It completes you,
It doesn't die,
It'll make you cry.
What I breathe for,
What's worth waiting?
This game of baiting?
You can't escape,
You can't deny it,
You can't ignore,
Or try to forget.
Every waking moment,
Every beat of the heart,
Everything you do,
For love from the start.
Find it within you.
Find it soon,
Find it in the shadows,
Of the fading moon.
you've changed meMy world is turned upside downyou've changed me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've made smiles of all my frowns
And made me laugh until my face is sore
But I find myself wanting so much more
I'm scared of all these feelings
Jumbled up inside of me over you
Do you really love me
Or is this only infatuation or lust?
I doubt and question everything
I'm hurting myself I know
But I'm just too scared to let go
I'm afraid of what I might do
You've changed everything
I'm thinking differently
My mind is dreaming things
That may never come to be
Somehow I fear that this love is false
That these feelings will fade
That I'll have opened myself to pain
That I don't think I could get through again
I want to let you hold me
And tell me everything is all right
That you don't care about anything
As long as I continue to be there
I'm too afraid it's not true
Too afraid you'll leave
Too terrified of the way
You've made me feel in such short time
My heart says go and my head says stop
My body's another story altogether
You've got me by the heart str
viaggio di ritornoMi sono immersa nelle acque fredde e profondeviaggio di ritorno7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Più profonde del buio
E più fredde dellultimo sospiro
Tra mille relitti e putredine mi sono perduta
Il vuoto è abitato da paura e ricordo
Bagnato e infreddolito
Infinito piccolo vuoto
Che irradia dolore ovunque porti la sua carcassa
Non cè più odio
Sento pietà e delusione
Esplodono occhi che non sanno piangere e gridano bocche senza voce
È maremoto immobile che resta imprigionato
È fiore appassito sulla tomba vuota dellinespresso
Winged NemesisStood poised on the edge of the ledge Roo was motionless. It was not fear that froze him to the spot, despite the monstrous beast swooping through the skies in front of him, Roo did not know fear. It was a foreign concept to him since fear required a level of intelligence beyond what he possessed, it was a wonder he survived to the age he had. In fact the only reason he made it through as many years as he had was that his legs had an inbuilt sense for danger and would rapidly head in the opposite direction, and since the rest of him was quite attached to the legs it always followed, although often confused by the new travelling arrangements.Winged Nemesis5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anyway, back to the ledge...
Roo was motionless, gripping his weapon with both hands so tightly that his knuckles were white. The wind blew through where his hair should have been but due to complete baldness the effect of this was less than dramatic and it was a pretty pointless action on the winds part. His body was tensed waiting for the perfect