A Goddess Of WaspsA Goddess Of Wasps in Short Stories More Like This
She lays in the deepest part of the Pennsylvania forest, an area known by some as "God's country".
Her once deep, green eyes now see nothing, the rotted empty sockets given an insect facetted gaze.
"They"found her and made her their domain, refilling her slowly over the years with the life I had taken,
feeding on what she offered as her corpse lay rotting amidst the dank soil and moss. A tree has overgrown her
fleshless cage. No longer is there heart imprisoned within, lungs made convict. Maggots and worms set
them free long ago when she was lordess of corpse flies, but like so many others, they left her, taking what
they would, and leaving her nothing. She lay unmoved, unfeeling, unloved, unwanted. I cried for her then,
laying my head upon what had once been her ample breast, breathing in what had once been her sweet
perfume that still lingered in my memory if not on her soft, white skin.
She sleeps silently, saying nothing of what others have done to bring her pain, forgiving all tre
Poor PeterPerfect Peter Parker purloined pretty Penelope's precious pet porcupine Petunia.Poor Peter in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pretty Penelope's precious pet porcupine Petunia pricked perfect Peter Parker's proboscis.
Perfect Peter Parker's proboscis pained profusely.
Mad MarieShe sits alone in her room playing with her toys like a good little girl,Mad Marie in Short Stories More Like This
Daddy's good little girl.
Daddy, may I,... may I please go outside?, she asks when Daddy comes to
her room to check on her. It's so hot with the candles burning, and the
window bolted. Daddy says nothing as he opens the window. He leaves her
to her toys, and goes downstairs. There's work to be done, She will have
to amuse herself while he makes her dinner.
He locks the door so she doesn't get into mischief. He can't let her run
like he did so long ago. There's too much that can happen to a good
little girl, to his good little girl.
She cries at the door as he walks away, and he tries his best to ignore
the tears he knows are running down her face. Supper's on, and he sits
wondering how his life had gone so bad. His wife dying as she gave birth
to their only daughter, and leaving him to care for her alone, the boys,
who tried to get their way with his little girl. the mischief she got into
with those boys. He'd ha
Night Of StoriesThere was a moon in the sky when I was young, the old man told us. A Moon? What's that?, the young ones asked. A whole world right up there he said. So close you could reach out and touch her if you climbed the high mountains and if you wanted you could jump up and she'd catch you and you could spend the day. Yer fibbin', said the older ones but I couldn't help but ask, where did she go? Well, she got tired one day and fell from the sky, he said and while she rested greedy people made a slave of her and made her carry them away never to be seen again. That's sad I said. Won't she ever come back? Not in my lifetime he said with a tear in his eye he quickly wiped away but I saw it. And since that night, that night of stories I've sat here watchin' , waitin' for her to return so I could say the old man missed her while she was gone and won't she please stay in case he should return.Night Of Stories in Short Stories More Like This
every time my friend says dykeI lay myself down in bed at nightevery time my friend says dyke in Free Verse More Like This
Curl into a ball and shut my eyes tight
Behind closed lids I see pretty faces
I can't sleep; my mind paces.
I'm in the worst kind of hell
It feels so good but I can't tell
My friends won't understand
It's due to fate's hand.
This wasn't part of their plan
I was supposed to find a man
Preferably an asshole with a wide grin
That flipped my world and set it in a spin.
One with a rocking bod: can you say abs of steel?
Too bad for them, I don't see the appeal.
I'm standing at the very edge, terrified to jump
Yet at the same time, eager for a bump.
I open my lips to speak,
Unable to utter even a squeak.
Someone, please, tell me what to do-
I think I'm going insane.
This push and pull is tearing me apart
I take a step, but return to the start.
Truth is a gun and it's no fun,
This agony I'm in.
I know the words I'm supposed to say,
I repeat them to myself each day.
Yet every time the moment comes
My head pounds, my heart drums.
I choke on my tongue,
Ask for a
Warning LabelMy friend is blond and blue eyed.Warning Label in Free Verse More Like This
Her hair shimmers, golden, down the middle of her back
Brushing my shoulder as she rests against it during a movie.
Her teeth, when she smiles and laughs throughout, are as white and straight
As the rest of her.
My sister is blond, too.
Her legs, tan and curvaceous, go on for miles
(They are, in her own words, her best feature.)
Sometimes, when her boyfriend comes home during the holidays
And she is back from college,
She greets him with a leap and loud cry,
Wrapping them around his waist, and her arms behind his neck,
As she kisses him, hard on the mouth.
I am envious.
Not of my friend's hair or teeth.
Not of my sister's long, long legs, and her natural enthusiasm.
No, I envy how easy it is for them to touch-
As if they are simply breathing.
I have always been hyper aware of my surroundings
In a way other girls seem not to be.
In a crowded bus on our way to a game my teammate doesn't particularly notice
Her leg pressed against mine as she t
goddamn homosexualMy mom took a trip to Mexicogoddamn homosexual in Free Verse More Like This
And stopped by a church to attend mass.
It was quaint, small and brightly colored,
So she went inside.
(She is Catholic and I am not.)
She knows Spanish, is practically fluent in it.
She knew, sitting in her pew, what the priest was saying
About those goddamn homosexuals
And their sin,
And how even the flames of hell
Were too good for them.
That there would be no tolerance from The Heavenly Father
Of their kind.
I had just come out to my mom less than a month before
"Yes I like girls."
My hands had been shaking and my throat was tight,
Like my heart was stuck in it.
For a moment I wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball
And simply fade away.
But mom smiled, pulled me into a hug, and said it was okay
And I knew it was.
Yet even if I hadn't confessed
Even if I weren't able to gather the strength,
I know she still would have walked out
Left behind those judgmental words,
Spewing from that judgmental man's lips.
It makes me wonder a
Iraqi Pilot Returns - StoryBy U.S. Air Force Staff Sgt. Christopher FrostIraqi Pilot Returns - Story in Articles & Interviews More Like This
KIRKUK, Iraq By age 15, his destiny was already set by Saddam Husseins regime he was to become a fighter pilot, a necessity in the bloody war with Iran. He took the controls of a Bravo, a single engine, propeller-driven training aircraft, and performed his first solo flight before most Americans could even drive.
Today, Iraqi Air Force Maj. Abbas, his name changed in this story for security reasons, serves once again in the Iraqi Air Force, but hes no longer asked to fly for the dictator but to fly for his country.
Abbas is an instructor pilot with the Iraqi Flying Training School in Kirkuk, Iraq, where he teaches initial pilot training to future Iraqi pilots. Like many instructor pilots who have returned to the school to teach, he was a fighter pilot under Husseins regime with a great deal of experience and training.
My education was only for flying, said Abbas, while he kept watch over a pitche
Hope and Divine: Chapter IHope and Divine: Chapter OneHope and Divine: Chapter I in Fantasy More Like This
(This fiction features a lesbian couple, complaints will be disregarded)
Imagine this; a citadel built against a mountain, a great semicircular wall surrounding it and a large city. Outside the magisterial gates thought to be impenetrable is a wide, barren plain of orange soil that spreads all the way to a number of formerly splendid towers and one or two hastily built ones silhouetted against the evening lavender clouds. Beyond them is a river, and to the left and right of the city are two seemingly unending forests. I know what you're thinking; Minas Tirith, right? Well imagine that the Citadel is not quite on the mountain as such, more the base of it meets with the base of the mountain, and the wall itself is what actually touches the mountain's face. Also, imagine the river not so much as a wide enough thing for a fleet of pirates to pose a formidable invasion, rather the sort of river one might sail a few fishing boats down, and wouldn't
Waiting: Chapter 1Waiting at the entrance of the Tokyo International Airport, she felt a sense of fear. Fearů She hardly knew the meaning of that word. It had never come to thought until now. "Where is she?" The young woman gently lifted her now weak arm to take a look at her watch. She was approximately two hours late. Did something happen? Checking her cell phone to make sure she didn't get any missed calls, she began to fiddle nervously with her baggage tags. "Maybe this was a bad idea." She mentioned to herself. It had been only three years since she had left, but it seemed like a lifetime. Finally giving up, she picked up her single, yet heavy, bag and turned to wave for a cab. Just as the car had stopped beside her, there was loud honk of a horn from behind. The woman lifted her head for her eyes to meet with non-other than the person she had been waiting for.Waiting: Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The young woman hastily got out of the car, jogging towards her to take hold of the suitcase and pass on a light yet irritated looking smil
Kagamine Rin - Meltdown lyricsKagamine Rin - Meltdown lyrics in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lights of the town are shining
With a chilly pain like ether anesthetic
Unable to sleep at 2 A.M.
Everything is changing so fast
The lighter's out of oil
My stomach is nervously burning inside
If everything is such a lie
Then it really would be better
In a broken dream I wrapped my dirty hands around your neck
On an early afternoon, overflowing with light
I dreamed, with eyes full of tears
of cinching your narrow throat
I want to dive into
a nuclear reactor
Surrounded by beautiful blue light
If I dive into
the nuclear reactor
then I can let it all go
On the other side of the balcony
I hear the sound of someone running up the stairs
The cloudy sky makes a shadow
which falls on the room through the window panes
In the scattering twilight
The sun is red, like teary eyes
Bit by bit, as if melting
Little by little this world is dying
In a broken dream I wrapped my dirty hands around your neck
beneath curtains rustled by a breeze
The words overflow from your
dried up lips, like bubbles