Birdie 15.5The crowd roared for the two women as they met for the start of the third round beneath the bright hot stadium lights. Each fighter's dark brown eyes burned with the desire to pound their opponent into submission. Glistening beads of sweat rolled down their flushed cheeks and chests as they dropped to orthodox stances, left gloves forward.Birdie 15.5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the bell Isabel pounced, using her speed to rush in. Mary fired a right hook at Isabel's head, but at the last second Isabel dipped low and slammed Mary's ribs with a fast and hard right hook. Meanwhile Mary's glove skimmed the top of Isabel's hair, scattering a few of the yellow and black strands. Pain erupted from her side. The brunette shook and coughed as her chest compressed with enough force to shake her whole body, knocking sweat from her hair like ripe fruit from a tree. Mary instinctively took a step back, but Isabel was on her again.
The woman in yel
Chapter 9.1 OpportunitiesIt was almost dusk at the Rosenthal residence. Mary was relaxing on the front porch in a pair of khaki shorts and a yellow cotton tank top; her dark hair loose and flowing softly in the light evening breeze. She reclined on the padded wooden porch bench and took a long sip from her glass of lemonade. Several days had passed since Mary's bout with Abigail, and her injuries were almost completely healed. The only visible reminder of the fight was her nearly-healed black eye. She sat thinking about her career, her finances, and what the man who handed her the business card had said after her fight.Chapter 9.1 Opportunities in General Fiction More Like This
She took the card from her pocket. She flipped it over and over in her hand, her thoughts similarly turning. She liked the way the fading light played over the gold foil on the card. The front door opened and Anne stepped out, carrying her own glass of lemonade and wearing a white sun dress with orange spots
Chapter 7 An Old FriendIt was almost ten o'clock on a sunny morning in July. Two figures could be seen jogging along the bike trail that ran through the outskirts of Essex County, New Jersey. One was a woman dressed in a pair of white jogging pants and a matching short sleeve shirt, while the other woman wore a similar grey outfit. The girl in grey slowed a bit and called out to the other.Chapter 7 An Old Friend in General Fiction More Like This
Come on, sis! We've been jogging non-stop since six this morning. Can't we take a five minute break? Mary wheezed, breathless. With the poor performance you showed during your last fight with Cherise, you haven't earned one yet. Anne replied. We need to improve your endurance. You were completely exhausted in only six rounds. Most womens title matches last ten rounds, and before all the pro boxing associations shortened the mens championship bout length maximum t
Chapter 12.1 Mary vs ChrisIt was calm inside the Rosenthal residence, though the wind was blowing fiercely outside. Mary sat curled up on the couch with a book of poems by Robert Frost, dressed in plaid buttoned cotton pajamas. She read quietly as a fire burned in the fireplace a few feet away; the flame's soft dance changing with sudden pops every so often. Anne entered the room from her study. "Hey," she said, sitting down next to her sister. Mary set her book down on the coffee table next to her so she could give Anne her full attention. "What's up sis?" "I just received notification of your next pro match. Will you be ready to fight in another week and a half?"Chapter 12.1 Mary vs Chris in Short Stories More Like This
It had been almost a week since Mary's fight against Donna. When she came home covered in bandages Anne was concerned, but the herbal salve the EFO doctors were treating her with had really accelerated her healing. Now her injuries were almos
Birdie 15.3Each woman raised their gloves and stepped forth at the sounding of the opening bell. Mary's eyes fixed on Isabel's as she closed in, shoulders forward. Isabel matched Mary's orthodox stance, keeping her bright yellow gloves up and ready to lash out at a moment's notice. Mary waited for Isabel to make the first move. She was anxious to see if Isabel's speed was still something she'd have to contend with. True to form Isabel started in with a set of blinding jabs, and it was all Mary could do to keep her own gloves positioned to intercept them.Birdie 15.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I need to cut away at that speed of hers somehow. Her punches are just too fast for me to handle for long. If she keeps at it she'll start to wear me down.
Mary shifted her guard high and low to stop Isabel's jabs from finding their intended targets. After each salvo from Isabel, Mary replied with a snapping jab to Isabel's right shoulder. Af
Chapter 13.1 Storm WarningAbout a week and a half had passed since Mary's intense battle with Chris. The only clue that Mary had been in such a violent fight was the bit of tape she still wore across her nose. Thanks to the EFO's fantastic medical staff her nose was reset and was almost as good as new, and her fractured ribs were healing with almost superhuman speed. The young boxer had just finished her morning jog and was sitting at the kitchen table in her damp jogging top and shorts.Chapter 13.1 Storm Warning in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She took a long, hard-earned draught from a tall glass of ice-cold tea as she looked out into the rain; a towel around her shoulders. She didn't mind it when it rained during her workouts. When she returned home she was covered in sweat and always needed a shower anyway.
As she watched the rain bead up on the window pane and then trickle down along random paths, she got to thinking about her career. She didn't feel bad about losing to Chris
Birdie 15.1 What Goes Around"Hnngh! Hngh! Hah!" Anne's voice echoed off the walls of the Rosenthal's home gym. Each sound from her throat was matched by a loud smack, her thick training gloves colliding with the heavy bag that was suspended from a ceiling support beam. She had been spending more and more of her free time training. Over the past several weeks she had shown marked improvement, but she was still far from how fit she was when she boxed professionally.Birdie 15.1 What Goes Around in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She turned when she heard a door close further inside the house. "Mary must be home," she thought aloud. She undid her gloves and tossed them in the bin in the corner of the patio before removing the wraps from her hands. Mary entered the patio dressed in her jogging sweats. The old grey pants and shirt were nearly soaked through from the morning run. "Morning sis. Getting in a little bag work?"
Anne undid her hair tie, let
Chapter 8.1 Gaining MomentumThe Rosenthal sisters had just arrived at a hotel near the arena where Marys next fight would be held. It was pretty run down white and blue Victorian building, with grimy windows and door frames and a few sections of wall that looked as if they might collapse if given a good sturdy kick. Mary and Anne had finished checking in and were hauling their luggage over to the room they were staying in.Chapter 8.1 Gaining Momentum in General Fiction More Like This
Both women looked like extras in a low-budget zombie movie; shuffling slowly to the door with their luggage in their hands or slung over their back. Their hair was frayed and damp, and their clothes clung tenaciously to their bodies with sweat. The temperature outside was a scorching one-hundred twelve degrees, and the girls had just spent the last five hours on the road in a car with no air conditioning. It was the kind of day where the breeze feels like the rush of air when opening an oven.
Fumbling with the room key and
Escaping the Shadow of a DoubtMary arrived back at her home late the day after the fight in Florida. She brought her baggage in and set it in her bedroom. Some of the house lights were on, but there was no sign of Anne anywhere. After bringing the rest of her items in from the taxi she'd taken from the airport, Mary heard loud pounding sounds coming from the patio room. She entered to the sight of Anne in a sports bra and shorts going to town on the heavy bag suspended from the ceiling support beam. After sending the bag of sand swinging with a powerful left hook, Anne stopped and turned to look at Mary.Escaping the Shadow of a Doubt in General Fiction More Like This
So, where have you been? Anne's words dripped with hostility and accusation. Mary looked back at her sister defiantly. I'm your sister, not your daughter. Where I go is my business, not yours. Anne's eyes narrowed. If where you go puts your boxing career in jeopardy,
Chapter 10.2Mary rose long before the sun the next morning so she could get several hours of jogging in. The long solitary path she traveled gave her time to assess her situation and figure out a training schedule to put her in the best condition to fight Anne. She had to be in top physical shape and her mind needed to be razor sharp if she hoped to stand a chance against her sister. She knew at this very moment Anne was somewhere else similarly preparing, and she was a tough opponent even while out of practice. Mary realized all too well that win or lose, Anne would give her the hardest fight of her life.Chapter 10.2 in General Fiction More Like This
After a little over three hours of jogging, Mary came home, showered, and then decided to give Chrissy a call. After a few rings, she answered. "Hey Cutie, what's up?" "You know, I'd prefer it if you just called me Mary like all my other friends." Mary could hear Chrissy let out a long, exaggerated sigh.
tomato sauce...sometimes love ain't enough...tomato sauce... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sometimes it just lacks some stuff...
some tiny details, some bit of rough...
and a bit of tomato sauce...
who cares about all the emotions?
who cares about elixirs and potions?
and dramas causing these commotions...
to a bit of tomato sauce...
damn you, and damn those tears...
damn you, I have no fears...
I utter what my soul hears...
with a bit of tomato sauce...
toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss
rachel monica chandler and ross
johnny freakin depp and kate junkie moss
you know what? I hate tomato sauce...
answerless questions...- If years made me lose all my teeth, would you still want to kiss me?answerless questions... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
- When cats hide from the rain, do they know the fun they're missing?
- Do pencils get jealous from pens for leaving a trace that's harder to erase?
- Will angels fall if they chose by their own free will to abide by the will of God?
- Is Satan as ugly as they draw him, or did he spend his money on a complete make-over?
- If you were hungry and had only one piece of bread, would you give it to a kid dying of hunger?
- Do all beauty pageant contestants want world peace, or just a piece of that diamond crown?
- When you hear the sentence: "they lived happily, and grew old together, he became a senile diabetic old man and she died of breast cancer at the age of 76", would you still consider calling this story a fairytale?
- If I couldn't help myself anymore, and hugged you and not wanted to let go, would you believe that I really loved you one day?
- If rain was made of fire, would you cry on your cigarette whenever yo
it's time...When talks become superficialit's time... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And feelings turn artificial
When you think twice before you call
Then do, yet say nothing at all
When you feel empty all the time
And all your poems start to rime
When you miss someone who's not there
Or is around, yet does not care
When you try hard to make it last
Yet see yourself part of the past
When you fail the tricks in your sleeve
Then it is surely time to leave...
not afraid anymoreI look at your face, and the once black and white picturenot afraid anymore in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
suddenly gets colored with the richest palette a soul can see
I try to realise how beautiful you look
and how beautiful the world looks because of you
I listen to you calling my name, and the once sad melody
suddenly becomes the happiest harmony a spirit can hear
I try to understand how happy you sound
and how you replaced those wails with laughters
I feel your hand, and the once freezing flesh of mine
suddenly starts warming up by the flames of your essence
I try to comprehend how alive you feel
and how you were able to revive a once baren core
I'm afraid of this happiness I feel
I'm afraid of you
but how I miss you
how I long to hold you in my arms
how I long to play with your hair
while you're resting your head on my lap...
I love you...
I'm not afraid to say it anymore...
I love you...
I love you...
I love you...
I'm free at last...
and I love you...
RussiaXReaderXLithuaniaThis one is for you ~rainbowchick214, I hope you enjoy~RussiaXReaderXLithuania in Short Stories More Like This
It had now been three months since Ivan moved you into his place. This wasn't really a problem, since his house is big and quite a few others live in it as well. The baltics for instance. Yeah, to be honest it was the baltics that were the problem.
Well, not Estonia or Latvia really at all. You thought them to be quite sweet. But Lithuania... He was different. Maybe it was because he was the oldest of the baltics, but there was something so strange about him. You couldn't put your finger on it.
He was always the one who served you, did chores for you and all the while when you said he didn't have to do everything for you, he replied by saying he didn't mind doing things for you. To be honest he warmed you from the inside, he was the one your heart fluttered if you saw him. You knew, you just knew you were falling for the gentle Lithuanian.
On the other hand though you had Russia and while you did still have s
Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader)Okay next request done! Another swimming one I'm afraid this one is for kitkittykats, I hope you enjoy!Swimming Teacher (Geeky!RomanoXSwimmer!Reader) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is my longest one yet!!
Also thank you all for the favs and the watches, I try to thank everyone in turn, but sometimes there's just too many of them! Thank you to all who are patiently waiting for their requests as well.
Shihagami signing off~
The waves lapped on your feet and you slid into the pool. You let yourself float for a while, closing your eyes and letting your (h/c) hair loose in the water. Your face warmed with the sun and you smiled. Today's gonna be another great workout, you thought to yourself.
You stayed like this for a while, simply enjoying feeling the sunlight on your body. Your rest was disturbed however, by suddenly being dunked underwater by three pairs of hands. You struggled and they raised you out of the water and on top of the three boys' heads.
You squirmed trying your best to get free, not that you weren't enjoying yourself. The boys let go of you at
CageI ask him if he would put his hands around my throat. As a beginner model I'm a little apprehensive taking my clothes off for a stranger, after all.Cage in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As an experienced photographer he wants more. "Do you mind if I spank you first?" he laughs. "I got an idea where your torso is in a dog crate, bone in your mouth, ass in the air. Very objectified."
I tell him that it's humorous that it would take less trust and comfort for him to smack my ass than touch my neck.
"I thought maybe it'd be good to get used to putting hands on you in another way first."
He refuses to acknowledge that it's going to be his hands and I find myself grinning. Innocence:
"I totally agree. Hands on delicate places like the throat..."
I taper off.
He explains the process as if it is another day at work. "I'll try to smack you until you're sore and teary, but I won't fuck you up. Makes sense?"
I find him intriguing in the beginning. He wants to objectify me first, keeps me distant, keeps me at a safe level so he doesn
Meaning to SayYou know there's been something I've been meaning to sayMeaning to Say in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but somehow I always find a way to simply persuade
myself from talking about this
but today you know I just can't resist
Iwant to explain the best way I can
that though we're different I still understand
your goals may not be my goals
the path you take may not lead down my road
the things you may choose
might be to me a little confusing
but that's no reason for me to get angry
because two of a kind never remains
so I guess opposites do attract
from now on I intend to make this affair last
Round TwoTwo women enter, one woman leaves. They fight not for a strap of gold, or even the chance at one just pure athletic competition between two determined warriors, hell-bent on seeing who would emerge the best.Round Two in Short Stories More Like This
Footage from last year's Bound for Glory merged with recent clips of both Rina and Remy, highlighting their separate journeys as the narrator went on. Jeremy Borash hit pause on his Macbook, having shown both the Knockouts behind him a sneak peek. "What do you ladies think? Rina, Remy?" He looks over each shoulder at them. The women looked at each other before giving JB thumbs up.
"We get a video package with a dramatic monologue." Rina said to Rem, smiling with pride.
"And two marks in the crowd," Remy pointed out, referring to their friends Victoria McKenzie and her wife Melissa who would be in attendance. Rina nudged JB's shoulder as he laughed.
"We got two! TWO!" JB folded up his laptop, still chuckling as the two women continued to smile.
"I'm sure you guys have a
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and