WordsThe meeting of the support group was taking place in the Dusty Dictionary—a refuge from the world for the archaic and lesser-used words in the English Language.Words in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Who would like to start?” asked the group leader, poltroon. “Ruth, perhaps?”
The word quivered a little. “My name is ruth, and I’m an archaic word….” It gave a sob. “I’m so sorry…”
“Take your time,” said poltroon.
“It’s just so hard!” said ruth. “I haven’t worked in years, and I’m not sure I ever will again. But ruthless is constantly being employed. It doesn’t make any sense. How can people have ruthless without needing ruth?”
Dandled nodded sympathetically. “I rarely get any gigs nowadays myself. But when I do, I turn up and find dangled has pinched the job. ‘He dangled the baby on his knee.’ What the hell does that even mean? Sounds bloody dangerous to me.”
A Slice of LifeIt was almost perfect.A Slice of Life in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sitting at the kitchen table, Mabel stared at the little cake and sighed. It was the third version of her latest prototype and, while undeniably delicious, it still lacked that certain something.
She picked up her cup of tea and sipped at it, mulling over the possibilities. Ironically, the problem was that she was now so successful. Everyone was waiting to see her produce something even more fantastic than before.
Mabel ran over her cakes in her head. There had been the Witty Walnut Cake, which indulged in repartee as you sliced it up; the Yule Log, which you could set fire to without melting the chocolate; and her biggest seller, the cross between a fairy cake and a birthday cake—a cake that would actually grant wishes once you’d blown the candles out. All of these had taken many tries to get right but it had been worth it in the end.
Of course, there’d been failures too. Mabel glanced over at the Saucy Stollen she’d developed for hen par
Going Bananas“Um,” said Geoff. “It’s all a bit odd, to be honest.”Going Bananas in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Madam Conundra, psychic extraordinaire gave Geoff a reassuring smile. “I can assure you there’s very little I haven’t heard before.”
“Right,” said Geoff. “Right.” He swallowed hard. “Well… I’m being haunted…”
The psychic nodded sympathetically.
“...by a banana,” said Geoff.
If Madam Conundra was surprised, she gave no sign of it. “Why don’t you tell me what’s been going on?”
“OK.” Geoff wrinkled his brow. “I suppose… it began a week ago? I often have a banana in my backpack as a snack but somehow I managed to forget about one. This particular evening I found it right at the bottom of my bag—it must have been there for days.”
Madam Conundra leaned forward. “And what did you do?”
Geoff shrugged. “I threw it straight into the bin. But then
A Saga of CerealLet us sing of Albert Braithwaite and his quest! His voyage to the supermarket! His mission to buy cornflakes!A Saga of Cereal in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And so he approached the supermarket and gained entrance.
Everywhere there were temptations that sang to him. But his wisdom was strong. Do not look directly at the showy sirens who would take your gold. Rather look down towards the own brand items. For they are better value.
He travelled on.
In his path were clusters of creatures with tongues to talk, but neither eyes nor ears to perceive him. His many requests of “Excuse me, please. I’d quite like to get through” went unheeded.
Temporarily defeated, he retreated and found another way through the maze.
But the glamour was becoming stronger. He felt his reason starting to leave him. Taking shelter by the cheese and onion crisps, he produced pen and ink and captured the words as they floated from his mind.
And lo! Albert strode forward, looking neither to the left or right, but keeping his path straight and tr
Flower PowerPink roses, white lilies, lilac freesias and cream stocks.Flower Power in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, how would you describe this beautiful bunch of flowers? Yes—how about you?
A ‘stunning bouquet’. Yes, that’s absolutely right—well remembered! When thrown directly at the head, this kind of bouquet can stun an attacker for up to 30 seconds.
I shall demonstrate a few throwing techniques for you.
You can throw… underarm!
Or, if it’s possible for you to turn your back on your assailant, there is always… ‘The Bride’!
Oh. Oops. Is he… OK? Is he breathing? Oh, lovely. Just pop him into the recovery position then and we’ll crack on.
Next we have the glancing-blow posies. These are used simply to distract the assailant so that someone more heavily armed has time to get into position—maybe with a stunning bouquet, or perhaps even a wreath. But wreaths are only used in extreme circumstances. They don’t call them funeral flow
MoustacheHer villain’s moustache had finally arrived in the post.Moustache in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Geneviève slapped it on and admired it in the mirror. It was long, divided in two, and pointing stiffly off to the sides with a curl at each end. Oh, yes—it was perfect. Goodbye to queue-jumping and not taking your library books back: it was time to move up to the next rung of being evil. Geneviève did a little dance of glee and twirled the moustache. And then much to her surprise it twirled her.
“Gosh,” she laughed, as she came to a halt. “I can see you’re going to be a handful.”
She examined her reflection once again. The moustache was dark—as dark as the deepest chasm, as black as the deepest despair. She nodded.
“I probably should do something about my hair.”
“Splendid moustache, madam,” said Mabel the hairdresser at Curl Up and Dye.
“Thank you,” said Geneviève. The moustache twitched slightly and the
Pianos Are Not Just For ChristmasJanice was showing the new volunteer around the Centre for Rescued Pianos.Pianos Are Not Just For Christmas in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“...and this is our baby grand.”
“Awww,” said the man, staring into the enclosure. “It’s so cute.”
Janice nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” She sighed. “But that’s the problem. People get them on a whim without realising how much space they’re going to take up, and how much care they need. Some of these abandoned instruments haven’t been tuned in years.”
The man turned away from the enclosure to look at Janice. “Well, that’s why I’m here. I want to help in any way I can.”
“And we’re very grateful.” Janice gave the volunteer an apologetic smile. “I’m afraid though I’m going to have to start you off with one of the mucky jobs. But it has to be done.”
She passed him a bucket and a shovel.
“If you wouldn’t mind collecting all the piano stools...
Bah“Did you hear about The Lamb?” said the lettuce. “Struck again last night. A mangold got munched.”Bah in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The aconitum’s flowers quivered. “Horrible. But let’s discuss something happier. How are the auditions going?”
The lettuce shrugged. “A salad’s coming up I’d like to be picked for.”
“Well, they’d be fools not to choose you,” said the aconitum. “You look so crisp. So tender…”
The lettuce stared at the distinctly herbivorous expression. “Oh, thistles. You’re The Lamb, aren’t you?”
The Lamb threw off its disguise.
The lettuce wilted.
And the moral of the story is: beware sheep in wolfsbane clothing.
Dressed to KillAgatha had her victim trapped now in the corner of the room.Dressed to Kill in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Mr. Seacombe is very annoyed with you,” she told the woman. “Running off with his firm’s money like that.”
She got even closer. “I’m afraid it’s time you learnt your…”
Agatha stopped suddenly. The woman was looking at her but didn’t appear to be listening to her. Agatha frowned.
“I’m sorry—am I boring you?”
“Hmm..?” The victim’s attention abruptly came back to Agatha’s face. “Oh, sorry! I was just admiring your outfit. You don’t often see a one-piece cat suit nowadays. It’s gorgeous. Is that real leather?”
Agatha sighed. “Oh, right. I see.” She clenched her fists. “It’s always the same. A male assassin turns up and it’s all: ‘Gosh, what an interesting weapon’ and ‘Aargh! Aargh! Please don’t kill me!’ A female turns up and all you
Flicking Through...had built up a professional persona as the secret agent, Lysander Atherington-Smythe—smooth, charming, unflappable.Flicking Through in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What?” he said with a start. “What? What’s going on?”
But now his past had caught up with him, and his nemesis waited without.
“Nemesis..? What the..? Why the hell have you started reading halfway through chapter two?” He began pulling on his clothes. “I set my alarm for the title page—I’m not ready!” he declared.
The door flew open.
And there stood Max Foeman.
“I haven’t got my trousers on yet!”
“So, Atherington-Smythe,” said Foeman, “I’ve found you at last…”
“‘m jus’ ‘oing oo eat some ‘ornf’akes!”
“You really should have kept your mouth shut,” said Foeman.
“Sorry, sorry. Right, better leave the washing up until later...”
“But you didn
Female Names:PopularAbigail Father's joyFemale Names:Popular in Settings More Like This
Adela Noble and serene
Addison Child of Adam
Adrienne Of the sea, Dark, Wealthy
Alaina Fair one, Dear one
Alexis Helper of mankind
Amanda Worthy of being loved
Anastasia Risen again
Andromeda Rescued, Mindful of men
Angel Divine messenger
Antonia Great value
Ariel Lioness of GOD
Artemis Huntress, Safe
Ashante Warlike, Warrior
Pray for an end of MingiAmong some tribes in the Omo River Valley in southwestern EthiopiaPray for an end of Mingi in Profiles More Like This
certain children are considered Mingi (Impure, Ritually polluted)
Reasons for being declared Mingi are:
Being born out of wedlock.
Being the result of an unplanned pregnancy.
Being born a twin.
Being born with a cleft lip or palate.
Being born with some sort of deformity or imperfection.
Having one's genitals injured in some way.
Having ones teeth develop in the upper jaw before the lower jaw.
Chipping a tooth during childhood.
Children declared Mingi are considered cursed by the spirits.
It is believed that if allowed to live a Mingi child will bring misfortune to the community.
Children declared Mingi are either abandoned to die or killed.
Mingi children are either drowned, starved, or, in the case of infants,
have dirt stuffed in their mouths so that they choke to death.
Please, please pray that this evil practice stop!
INFO AND WAYS TO HELP.
Phoenician NamesAbdastartus Champion of AstartPhoenician Names in Settings More Like This
Abibaal My Father is Baal
Adonia My Lord is Baal
Adonibaal Baal is my Lord
Ahinadab My brother is noble
Female Roman NamesAFemale Roman Names in Settings More Like This
Agrippina Wild horse, Born feet first
Amaranta Flower that never fades
Amelia Industrious, Admiring
America Land o
Hawaiian namesAHawaiian names in Settings More Like This
Aka' Aka Laugh
Akamu Red earth
Akoni Worthy of praise
Alii-loa High Chief
Pray for BrazilBrazil is a country in South America.Pray for Brazil in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by the Atlantic Ocean in the east, Venezuela, Guyana, Suriname
and French Guiana in the north, Colombia in the northwest, Bolivia and Peru,
in the west, Argentina and Paraguay in the southwest and Uruguay in the south.
The population is over 192 million.
Brasilia is the capital.
Sao Paulo is the largest city.
Rio de Janeiro is the 2nd largest city.
Brazil is the largest country in South America and the 5th largest in the world.
Sao Paulo is the 7th largest city in the world.
Brazil is the only Portuguese-speaking country in the Americas.
Over 50% of Brazilians are under 18.
Brazil covers 50% of South America.
Most of the Amazon Rainforest is within Brazil.
The Amazon River flows through Brazil.
Female Greek NamesAcantha ThornFemale Greek Names in Settings More Like This
Acte Corn, Meal
Adrasteia Undaunted, Does not run away
Aegea Wavy sea
Aegle Dazzling light, Brilliant
Aella Storm swift, Whirlwind
Female Hawaiian NamesAFemale Hawaiian Names in Settings More Like This
Ake-akamai Yearning for wisdom
Alana Awakening, Offering
Alani Orange tree
Alaula Light of dawn
Aloha Love, Kindness
Alohi Brilliant light
Names:PopularName MeaningNames:Popular in Settings More Like This
Abner Father of light
Achilles Ascendant Hero
Adrian Dark, Rich, Noble, From Adria
Aeolus Ruler of the winds
Lying Tom“Tom!” his mothered called.Lying Tom in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tom was playing video-games in his room, sunk in his giant red bean bag.
“Coming,” he said, engaged in a fight with a ninja. Just one more combo and…
Tom knew that tone in her mother: he was in trouble.
Tom sighed and rolled his eyes, dropping the remote while the ninja celebrated his victory.
He went downstairs and met his mother in the kitchen. She was rolling her nails on the wood. Tom noticed her seriousness and wished he was back upstairs. Getting beat by the ninja. He stayed quiet waiting for her to start.
“I just spoke to Mrs. Adkins,” she started.
“About what?” Tom's stomach tensed. He knew where this was going.
“She wanted to talk about your last test.”
“Test?” Tom asked trying to sound convincing.
“You know, the one you said was an A but it was a C?”
“Did I say that? I-I thought I told you it was a C…”
Dream CircuitryThe human brain is a stranger world than any system I've ever tested before. I was programmed to study the mental functionings of various biological beings, including a human, to observe and record the connective and associative processes. It seems this has affected some of my circutry, back in my first testing done to a mouse, nothing could distract my performance. Mice have interesting synapses, they are not all long tails and cheese, although it was something often in their minds, they were lab specimens, after all. Then the doctors and neuroscientists moved on to guinea pigs, then dogs, sheep, chimps, and finally humans. It was that tiny cemale human that must have changed my connections. Unlike the other creatures, this girl would be undergoing a series of particular testings related to that phenomena humans call dreams. She was kept in every sleep stage conatantly, tubes and cables coming out from everywhere around her body, machines measured and recorded every body signature theDream Circuitry in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Maxwell PorcupineHear ye hear ye, citizens of Flash!Maxwell Porcupine in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For a hero is upon us in all spike
Maxwell Porcupine, ye good lad.
And good he was from his first light,
Though Porcupine wasn’t his name,
When from his mother’s womb he came
With a smile and slight a pain
And thus a fair child he remained.
He played and jumped and ran,
The wind was his follower, freedom his friend.
Bravery was his surname, sweetness was his heart.
Nothing would stop him, alas, until that day
When the forest opened and took him in
As a young man of a dozen and five
And his face was lost, his kindness dulled,
Maxwell Porcupine thought forever lost.
As his memory was honored in his former home,
Dead he was not, for he lived, but lost
In a tangle of vines and thickets of green,
Until he found a cave where refuge he took.
Calm and desolate the haven seemed,
When a set of growls woke the gentle lad up.
Three giant porcupines lived in the cave,
With claws sharp as swords, teeth like arrowheads,
And countless needles near as lon
The Clock Tower GirlCornelia woke with the sweetness of a girl with the tune of a nightingale flowing through her ears. The red flash of light gracing her eyelids let her know it was soon time to play. From her squished feather bag she jumped into her boots, pulling the zipper that clicked all the clasps up to her knees. She was decidedly through with lacing, she thought with a smirk at the brilliance of her device. She slipped into her overalls, necklaced her worn goggles, and donned her cap over her bed hair do. Perhaps today she should repair that for the rest of the week.The Clock Tower Girl in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She ran to the platform crisscrossing the maze of ropes, holes on the floors, and support beams until reaching the other end of the tower. She was about to pull the leaver that would launch her up to her multicolor suns when she heard him.
“Your breakmeal, child!”
Merk Schtentsen limped with his beat up mechanical leg, nearly spilling the humble food tray in his trembling hands.
“I’ll fix your stump when I
The Stranger In the TentIt was the first time Anna had been out of the house.The Stranger In the Tent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Since her father died, she had fallen prisoner of her own mother, so keen in making her a fine lady away from the evils of the world. Should Miss Rayne find out her daughter was in a circus, of all places, she would drop dead. And should Anna’s mother know that her grandmother and oldest sister aided her escape, she’d live enough to have the queen order their execution.
The lights began to fade away as the drums and trumpets and saxophones started a jazzy tune with a childish swirl blended in. Anna marveled at the glitter and dirty glamour of the contortionists, the smell of fur and mud from the animals, the used-to sweat of the trapeze artists jumping for fun to their deaths. Her eyes shined with the colored lights and magic of it all, smiling and gasping and clapping like it was the best thing she had ever seen in her life.
The circus master bowed concluding the acts, but Anna remained still mesmerized in a daydream, n
Fashion TrendsJuly 5th, 1946Fashion Trends in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Desk inside sun room
Were you a person in flesh, you wouldn’t believe what I am about to tell you. And were you a man for some strange reason, I would resolve in not saying anything at all.
Today I woke up feeling as ordinary and radiant as the sun that touched my eyelids and the breeze that crossed my windows. Mrs. Catherine entered precisely at 8:22 carrying the tray with my morning tea and a buttered toast. She left it on the dresser as usual and retired to allow me to wash myself and get dressed. Once ready I ringed mother, the poor thing is still with that nasty cold but she sounded better today, and headed downtown to see the shops- I heard word that the new paint bottles had arrived and I wanted to make sure I got my share before they ran out again.
Harry doesn’t want me walking around without need, and I appreciate his care. It hasn’t been long since the War ended as the broken pavements and shattered windows reveal, even in quiet Canterbury, bu
A Good Bye in the Waves“You will get better, granny,” the little girl said with a big smile and holding her hand.A Good Bye in the Waves in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The room was very cold, as it is expected from most hospital rooms in during winter. The snow was starting to fall as the rays of the day began to fade away. The grandmother chuckled with her face creased into happiness.
“With such a lovely company I couldn’t feel better,” she patted the little hand in hers.
“Lilly, let’s leave grandma to rest, yes? You can see her tomorrow,” the mother came in taking her purse and scarf from the sofa chair next to the door.
“Aww, can’t we stay longer?” The girl said with a pout.
“There’s some snow coming our way, but we can come back tomorrow and show her your new bunny, yes?”
“Okay!” The girl jumped to the bed and hugged her grandmother, “I love you, granny, you take your medicines so you can come home,” she ordered.
“Yes, doctor,” and with a
Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 1 Part 2Curse it, Phoenix swore as they all stood back to back in a circle. Where do these things come from? They just keep coming!Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 1 Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Griffin touched backs with his mages. Stand your ground, he called to everyone.
We cant! Unicorn cried. Theres no ground left!
The dark wolves had surrounded them and each time the mages sliced them in two, they multiplied! Hundreds of these wolves surrounded the mages.
Finally, just before they were about to pounce, the doppelganger cried out and called his dogs. The wolves paused and waited as their master rode his black horse toward his captives. His head lowered, as if he looked at them from unseen eyes; words came from his voice, as if he spoke from an unseen mouth: You mages have a choice. Either come quietly with no struggle, or die where you stand.
Unicorn frowned. Thats not a choice, thats a double-edged sword.
Pegasus looked at him. Is it jus
Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Three (part one)Chapter 3Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Three (part one) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Last Spinning Wheel
Rumpelstiltskin made his way to a neighboring kingdom, but kept a low profile as he wandered in the woods, just on the edge of the city. He sat down on a wooden log, near a small stream, and opened the bag of food and items he had brought with him. He dug for an apple and glanced around at the trees and bushes that surrounded him. He listened to the running water and chirping birds. The sun was beginning to set at last. As he found an apple and bit into it, he glanced back in the direction from whence he came.
His thoughts went back to the queen. He pitied her more than anything. She could have done better than a greedy king. The kingdom deserved a better heir than—
Well, too late for that now. It’s in the past. Let it go.
Rumpelstiltskin turned back toward the stream and bit into his apple again.
He then heard a twig snap, and he whirled around just in time to see an arm reaching into the bag at his side. His hand flew and caught the arm j
Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter One“Rumpelstiltskin.”Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter One in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The man who stood before the throne in shackles muttered, “That’s my name, don’t wear it out. Oh wait.”
The queen continued: “You stand charged on theft, murder and treason.”
He said louder, “It’s technically not treason if I was never on your side—”
The man sighed.
“You stand charged on theft, murder and treason to the crown. Your sentence is death. Do you have anything to say before your sentence is carried out?”
The man smirked. “Oh, I have much to say, and if it pleases Your Majesty, I would like to say as much as I can before my sentence is carried out.”
The queen narrowed her eyes on the man, but nodded. “Very well,” she said bitterly. “Out with it.”
“First of all, it was not quite theft; it was kidnapping. Second, I was owed the prince years ago—by you, as a matter of fact—so I only killed what I owned
Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 2Chapter 2Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the center of the Dead Tree forest, there lay a large open field of dead grassland. At the core of this grassland, there stood the Shadowlight Castle. In that castle, there was an enormous throne room that held a throne of gold and a man in black suede robes. He sat lazily on his throne and ran a hand through his long white hair.
The doors to the throne room opened and Sashae came walking into the room. Her dress, made of long crimson lace and linen sashes, swayed at her bare ankles. Her thick dark red hair bounced down at her back, and each time she was seen, she had the power to make men’s heart pound.
When she reached the throne, she dropped to one knee. Her sashes surrounded her long legs. She bowed her head and addressed her master: “My lord Ami,” she said. “The doppelganger has failed.”
Ami heard his name spoken clearly by his favorite servant. His name had come from an ancient line of summonors. The first part “A” was pronou
Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 6Chapter 6Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Camur leaned to one side on his cane, and raised his opposite arm to give the book to Ami. Its cover was tattered and its pages were faded gold. Ami took it with a nod of thanks and waved Camur away.
When he was alone, Ami leaned on the edge of the table, opened the book and searched the pages for runes and rhymes.
He turned to one page that, in ancient rune writing, told of an ancient creature with eight wings, eyes of fire, ears of a stallion, and a mane that glowed with golden light. It said the creature had a horn between its horse ears. It had a head of an eagle, and had legs of a lion with horse’s feet at the hind legs. Human-like hands were up front that conducted works of light. It had four tails from its horse-like body: Two tails of a horse, one made of fire, and one of a lion.
Ami closed his eyes and tried to picture the creature clearly, but he found it difficult.
The sound of footsteps at his doorway broke through his thoughts. He looked up and found Sashae
Ode to the BeetleThe other day, I saw a little beetle on the wall in my bathroom; but it wasn't really on the wall--it was on the counter that curved up to the wall. He was about an inch on the wall, and then he fell down, onto his back. He wiggled his feet for a second, and righted himself. He then tried again, and made it up the wall, and I watched him. I could not help but admire him for that. He had fallen, but gotten back up, and tried again--and he got further the second time, with flying colors. That's more than I've done in my lifetime.Ode to the Beetle in Free Verse More Like This
Today, I saw him on the wall again, climbing around. I smiled at him, and said, "How's my little acrobat?"
And then I saw him again today...but he was in a little puddle of water on the counter, and he was still. My heart dropped. I even think I might have caused that small puddle of water on the counter. I frowned, and recalled the words from a Toy Story song. "And I will go sailing...no more..."
I took his little body up with toilet paper, and took him into th
Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 3Chapter 3Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Phoenix led the mages away from the Rune River, toward the Deadlands. Dead trees cringed and withered in these lands; tumble weeds tumbled and turned to ash at the end of their stumbles. The sky brightened; but then it turned a gloomy dark gray, almost purple. Night fell and the mages slept in a batch of desert.
Phoenix slept on his back and listened to the wind as it whistled grim laments of the forgotten past. He then heard a twig snap, and his eyes snapped open. He sprang to his feet, and saw a shadow scurry between the trees. He drew his sword. He then leapt through the trees and pounced upon the creature…
Upon a woman!
He gasped when he realized he had his blade to her delicate throat. He could feel her heart pound beneath his palm that pressed her to the ground.
Her red-wine eyes blazed up at him, frightened. Her long crimson curls splayed out over her shoulders that were bare, save for the red straps that held up her dress made of sashes. Her sashes were made of
My Chubby Pig: Part IVMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part IV in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the time Pig was allowed to lie down, he was holding back groans by biting his lower lip, and his skin was wet with sweat. His stomach bulged out over his too-tight harem pants more than usual, and he was blushing bright red all over. On top of all of this, he was so confused that he was nearly in tears. Leor helped him lie down, and pulled the blanket over him with a smile.
"You did a good job." the prince said, his blue eyes looking slightly sympathetic, as if he knew the turmoil he had caused in his poor slaves mind. "Tomorrow will be our first whole day together."
Pig nodded, and took a small breath as his hands wandered down to his bloated stomach, feeling much safer being covered by a blanket. His belly, usually so soft, was almost hard to the touch. He could hear it grumbling from underneath the thick quilt. As Leor turned out the lights and moved back to his bed, the small slave whimpered slightly, and the blond turned.
"Are you alright?" he asked
My Chubby Pig: Part VIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part VI in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next few weeks, Pig became more used to the world he had been bought into. He was given a trainer, though he had only met with her once so far. He had started adjusting more to Leor's schedule, which meant waking up later than he ever had in his entire life. The curtains would be closed at some point by Ethan, but Pig wouldn't even budge. This may have also had something to do with the fact that Leor was filling him up to the brim with heavy dinners, usually accompanied with several goblets of milk, just before bed every night. Pig became used to his bigger meals, and didn't feel quite as embarrassed when they were placed in front of him.
For instance the night a week after Leor had received his ill-fated letter, and a week before he was meant to leave, Pig had finished a huge lunch. He was just eating the last of an entire plate of scones and leaned back, face bright red. It still bothered him a little, but he didn't cry. From across the table, he sa
My Chubby Pig: Part IIIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part III in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leor was exhausted by the time he was allowed to leave his lessons. He had always hated them, but today he was twice as irritable as usual when his tutor tried to teach him. His classes were pointless. He would never be king, and he didn't actually have the desire to be. The tutors kept reminding him that even if he wasn't made king, he would still have a seat on the royal court, but the prince would just roll his eyes and keep snoring as they lectured on the exports and imports of the kingdom.
All of this was made even worse that day, because Leor wanted to enjoy his new pet. He had only seen his new slave in the carriage on the way home, and that simply wasn't enough. While he sat, staring at his book without even processing the words, he wondered what that boy was doing right now. He told Ethan to take good care of him, but that still wasn't fulfilling. He wanted to spoil the boy himself. On top of all of that, his mind was also racing with worries. What wa
My Chubby Pig: Part IIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part II in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ride back from the traders home was long, and very quiet. Pig, the slave that Leor had purchased, sat quietly as a mouse in the corner of the carriage while Leor kept trying to glance out the window. Each time Ethan would lightly remind him that it was dangerous to do so, and the prince would huff and lean back into his seat. Pig kept peeking up from behind his messy black hair, trying so hard to be a good boy and keep his head down, but it was hard. Leor was so different from the people he knew. He was a prince, and even the air around him seemed royal. This only made Pig feel even more unworthy to have him as a master. His arms tightened around his stomach and he bit his lip.
His tutor had taught him different from the rest. Most slaves were told to clasp their arms behind their backs, but not Pig. Pig had to try to push his stomach in, hide it from potential buyers. It had never worked. Every time they put him on the sale stockade, people would point an
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Leor had always been obsessed with cute things. Cute animals were his favorite, and he collected the like coins. Leor was a prince, the 6th in the line to the heir, and so money was not an issue. By the time Leor was twelve, he had a harem of animals. However, all of his pets seemed to have one thing in common: within a year of being purchased, their weight nearly doubled. The servants who worked at the castle were mystified at the sixty pound cats and nearly a hundred pound dogs, and they couldn't even guess the weight of Leor's pony. The prince, however, saw no problem with this.
"Doesn't it just make them cuter?!" He would ask excitedly as he used both arms and most of his strength to pick up one of his cats.
It was obvious that Leor actually thought this, and kept all of his animals fed to the point of bursting. The animals received so much attention from Leor and the servants, they were probably the most spoiled beasts in the kingdom. Each one was simple a w
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Pig and Leor spent the rest of the day together, the prince using his slave as a doll of sorts. He covered the chubby boy with makeup, then wiped it away and started again. The entire time he dropped compliments on his 'cute' little slave, which would always make Pig blush and look down. By the end of the day, he'd gotten Pig close to tears six more times. He never meant to, but the dark-haired boy was so easy to set off. One wrong word, usually kind ones, would make him feel guilty and awful. More than once Pig's eyes misted over because Leor accidentally bumped against his belly.
Well, maybe not always accidentally. . .
Leor kept his promise, and he had sent out four letters to four different trainers by nightfall, requesting they write back quickly on their willingness to train Pig. He didn't mince words, and got straight to the point. It hurt him to write the words 'overweight' and 'broken', but he knew that if he wanted the right trainer, he had to be ho
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When Reiji-san left the room I looked around 'I don't like it' I thought looking around. It looked to..to formal and I don't like formal.I took It upon myself to reorganize the room the walls were a nice shade of blue so I didn't Pay to much mind into it. When I finished the room(
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'Man I can't believe I get to got back to the Mansion and to see the guys' I thought which got me more existed to see them.'I hope they remember me well.....well its been ten years since then(your 17).I wonder how they look now?I wonder if they changed because I know I haven't?!' I continued thinking until the limo driver snapped me out my thoughts "Were here Miss" I got out look for money to pay the nice man"Here you go si-" When I turned around the limo was gone 'A ghost?' was the first thing that popped into my childish head.Shrugging it off I walked to the gate opening it and continued my journey to the front of the mansion .When I got to the front I knocked on the door but nobody answered then again *knock,knock* still no answer until the door opened bye its self. I smiled to my self "Still creepy as ever I see" the thoughts of the mansion from when I was young hit me like a pile of bricks.Walki
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Little ___. A care free soul running wild and free,but today was different .___was looking for her vampire friend Reiji Sakamaki to play with for the time being. After hours of searching she finally found him i n the center of the garden with his mother. While she wasn't looking ___snuck up behind him tapping his shoulder"Hey Reji-san" she sang/whispered "Oi ___-chan what are you doing here"he whispered back "For you silly.I want us to play together" "But mother wont let me" "Then lets sneak away. Please Reiji-san"the small male vampire thought for a second until he made up his mind "Ok ___-chan"a smile as bright as the sun appeared on her face "Arigato Reiji-san. Come on lets go"___ said happily grabbing Reijis hand and running before the could get caught . Hiding behind a grand three "Reiji-san come on lets play tag" "ok" "Tag your it"little ___ said in giggles before running away "Oi no fair ___-chan.wait up " he said running
shadamy creatures of the dark part 1In amy's dream:*waking around* w-wh-where am Ishadamy creatures of the dark part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
amy:w-who are you?!?!show your self
*amy wakes up and cream runs in*
amy:*gasping*oh its was just a dream.......
cream:*yawns* oh ok well goodnight amy,see you in the morning and remember we
amy:yeah I know i'm sorry
cream:it ok lets just get some sleep
amy alright goodnight*cream leaves room*ok amy it was just a dream nothing is here no one
can hurt you* lays down and slowly drifts to sleep*
*In the morning*
cosmo:*shakes amy*amy wake up we have school in an hour
amy:*opens eyes*kk*gets up*
cosmo:cream is aready at the table waiting for breakfast
*amy walks down stairs with cosmo following*
cream:goodmorning amy did you sleep at all last night
amy:*yawns grabbing the eggs*yeah......a little
cosmo:*confused*what happended last night
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I wake up realizing today there's night school.A thought came to mind '____ doesn't have a uniform ill see if i can get her one later on'. I got up and went to the bathroom to do the normal: Take a show, brush my teeth etc. After I did all that I walk out my room to go to ____'s room to wake her up 'Maybe I should take ___ out'. walking up to her door *knock-knock* I waited *knock-knock* still no answer. My patience that was hanging by a string broke. opening the door I "OI. why didn't you open the-" to find a lump on the bed under the blanket. I walk over to the bed and grab the blanket lifting it and peeking to see your (S/C) face that looked so peaceful sleeping. I pulled the cover half way down and tried to wake you up "Oi...____wake up" I whispered "Five more minutes mom....." you said sleepy tone turning the other way "I am not your mom____ wake wake up" you slowly got up and sat on the bed r
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I was looking for ____. running around her mansion looking in every room and corner but no luck."_____ -chan where are you i'm board" I said but no answer. I continued running around looking for my '____ where are you I want to stitch with you' I thought continuing until, I herd a voice that sounded like _____.The voice was singing. walking twards the melody and stoped at the door to see ____ singing and playing her guitar.
I'M FALLING DOWN INTO MY SHADOW
Iki wo hisomete
Matteiru DEADLY NIGHT
DON'T SCARY majo ga egaita
Kabocha no basha mo
Sono me ni utsuseru kara
SEE YOU IN YOUR DREAMS
YEAH BABY kowai yume da to shitemo
Kimi no tame ni hoshi wo kudaki
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all interpretation meant to lead me
to the answers of my homecoming,
to discover there is only one answer,
having no original question
casting off the apparatus
of these collective thoughts,
the intermezzo of my life-
I rail between ophidian impulse
and hominal dilemma,
the octave of my corporeity-
between diligence and sloth,
as decisions turn to obsidian-
or to be met at the juncture
in a state of vacuous grace,
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WARNING - THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THOR: THE DARK WORLD.
Loki paced around the empty palace, his gaze cast along the very familiar halls that he had known since childhood. How different he viewed this place now. There had once been a time when he’d looked around in wonder and marvel as he imagined a day that this place might be his were he to become king. Now, he looked at them with the certain satisfaction that this place was his and he was king. It had certainly been the most extreme and roundabout way to acquire the throne, but it was his now, and no one even knew.
It hadn’t been his own fault that such a longing and desire had been placed in him. Odin had been the one to continuously feed him the lie that he was born to be a king. Had not those been his exact words on the day when the Allfather had taken the two young princes to the weapons vault as he told them the story of how he’d vanquished the Frost Giants? Loki clo
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Give me wisdom,
This I pray.
Help me learn,
Day by day.
Teach me what
I ought to know,
Show me where
you'd have me go.
Will guide me through
The trials of life
That I must do.
Lord, without you
I'd be lost,
But you gave yourself,
You paid the cost.
I'll serve you till
My life is done.
Then I'll come home,
Your victory won.
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Our Google, which art in Wi-fi
Quick be thy search.
Thy results come, thy buffer be done,
On Bing as it is in Chrome.
Give us this day our daily updates
And forgive us our spelling
As we forgive those who butcher English grammar.
And lead us not into Apple,
But deliver us from Siri.
For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.
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I am the outcast of my family.
I am the second child, the one not regarded.
I am always doubted, never trusted.
I am the one who is looked down upon for being different.
Between my brother and I, I am the one that thinks things through.
I am known to get what I want, because I do what it takes.
My brother is well known by nearly all
And praised by many.
People know me to tell me the grandeur of my brother,
As if I do not already know.
Little do they know that I have more to offer.
I hide my feelings for fear of getting hurt.
I have built a wall to protect myself from pain.
I will not admit when I am hurt, for jesting is all they will do.
For this I am deemed uncaring, because uncaring is what I am
If I do not wish to show how I feel.
I am the one that people question,
I am the one whose reputation is dark.
I am a mystery that people fear to search for the light of.
For they think I am truly wicked.
But am I wicked? Not in my heart.
The façade I have built is what people see.
And so it
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WARNING - This story contains spoilers from Thor: The Dark World.
Loki sat in his cell in the dungeons, reclining in the chair as he slowly turned a page in the book he was reading. It was a book he had read many times over, but there weren’t exactly many other things for him to do. It had been a full day since the attack, and though it was still a topic of interest to Loki, he had tuned it out of his thoughts for the time being. He was not free and he was not dead. Why should anything that happened concern him? Let Odin and Thor handle their kingdom. What was Loki but another prisoner?
The guards had long since come to collect the dead – prisoners and soldiers alike. There had been no reluctance dealing the death that had come to the realm. So many lives had been lost…good lives that had served in the defense of their realm to their last breaths. Such dedication…even Loki would be a fool not to admire it.
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Ib was down the hall from the mouth near the warning she had seen before. She felt a small lump in her throat as she clutched the wooden apple in her hand. She had to go forward though; she had to face this mouth. Ib slowly approached the mouth as she drew near she heard it’s strident voice “Hungry…give food..” Ib looked to the apple she was glad to have found it “I have this…” She spoke softly. The mouth seemed to drool slightly, Ib grimaced it was rather disgusting. “That food…give to me…” The mouth opened wide enough to eat the apple in one bite. Ib carefully placed it in the mouth. She tensed feeling the tongue graze her hand. She quickly drew her hand back and tried to shake off the unpleasant liquid. Though it appeared to be varnish and not real drool, she felt rather thankful for this. She began to hear the mou
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Ib and Garry stood before the creepy blue and black painting yet again. The painting beckoned once more for their roses but Ib spoke up this time “We won’t give our roses but you can take this.” She held it out. The face seemed to sniff the flowers. It almost giggled “Thanks….this smells niiice…” It hissed. Garry frowned he was really bothered by this thing. The painting spoke again “Well, chow time!” The frame bent forward a tongue broke away from the canvas and slurped the flowers into its mouth. Ib moved back and shook the ooze from her hands. The painting turned red and black now and violently munched on the flowers. Ib and Garry covered their ears for a moment it was so loud. Finally it stopped returning to black and blue again. “Ahhh…that was good.” It gave an almost delighted laugh. Ib and Garry let
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“….loves me….loves me not…..loves me…” Ib followed Mary’s voice as it echoed through the hall. She was alone now after Garry had stopped to rest. She reached the top of the stairs. The room they had entered with the toy box had changed. It was odd, all pink now with large yellow roses and vines on the far wall. Mary was in the center of the room she plunked the last petal “Loves me not….” She paused for a moment then tossed the stem aside “Loves me!” She smiled “Ah yay now I can…” She muttered something then hurried out of the room. Ib stood there pale as she glanced down at the beautiful blue petals on the dark floor. She walked over and picked up the stem of Garry’s rose. She felt tears fall down her face and hurried back down to Garry.
Once she got down the hall she ran over to h
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Garry tensed as he heard tapping sounds he turned around and behind him he saw on the wall a message in blue paint “I heard Mary’s secret.” He tensed “What…where did that come from…” He shook his head “I can’t dwell on that now. I need to find those last paint balls and get Ib away from Mary.” He hurried out of the room. “Where else can I go?” He had reached the front of the area, to the first room he had seen when he came in again. He came to a stop when he saw the disturbing doll yet again. “What…” He groaned “I don’t have time for you!” He looked at the message though and read it over “I picked up something good! I’m making it my treasure!” Garry got a bit disarmed by this message “What?” He noticed the doll’s stomach looked like it was