ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
The Jester's TaleThe sun radiates bright with heat and the ground scald hot, but luckily for the colorfully clothed gentleman, riding on his horse, the tap from the hooves resounding rhythmically against the stony ground as the horse trotted onward, he didn't have to walk. This gentleman wasn't a nomad, but a jester. He wore his clothing proudly, along with his famed, long nosed mask, placed proudly on his face, a wide grin displayed happily across the mask, the strap wrapped around the back of his head comfortably. He held his head up high and his nose poised far. From one kingdom to another, this lanky Jester rode on his horse, he would spread various odd tales of imaginary kingdoms, creating situations that would tickle many of the royalties' fancies.The Jester's Tale in Comedy More Like This
Upon clopping up a hill, the jester scanned the vast open plains, looking around seeing which kingdom he was invited to. Hmm, he was told that this was a long running kingdom, so that would exclude that little establishment where all the tents are held
Belly: UnpoppableTwo men were running down an alley, one screaming to the other to quicken his pace. A roaring can be heard down the alley from which the two men came from. They looked behind to see the silhouette of a large orb, something the men had a hand in. They kept running but then stopped and looked back, confused as to why the desired outcome hadn't occurred yet.Belly: Unpoppable in Comedy More Like This
"I told you it wasn't enough!" one yelled at the other, hitting him in the arm.
"Shut up Max!" the other yelled, "You saw her, you saw how big she had gotten, it was enough!"
"Well then, why hasn't she-" suddenly a loud explosion cut him off and the silhouette disappeared in a flash, launching its contents into the air.
"See? I told you!" shouted Max, his ears ringing a bit, "You gotta trust me, Joe."
"I trust you as far as I can throw you," Joe snapped back at Max. It began to rain around them, but not water, this liquid was brownish and smelled of a mixture of odd aromas. "Aw dang it!" complained Joe, looking down at his stained clo
Pop Goes the Weasel"Gather around kids, gather around" called the teacher, sitting in her brightly colored chair, waiting for all the children to form a semi-circle around the teacher, sitting and waiting patiently like good little girls and boys, "Its story time~" she chimed excitedly, waving the colorful book in her hands, giving the children a wide, friendly smile. The kids jumped in joy as they cheered for their favorite time of day. The teacher opens the book and began reading:Pop Goes the Weasel in Comedy More Like This
“The book is called ‘Pop Goes the Weasel,’ Oooooooooooooooooooh, let’s begin.
There once was a weasel and a skunk out enjoying the nice, lovely, sunny, bright day. Weasel and Skunk were very close friends and like to do everything together. They would walk together, talk together and adventure together and today was just like every other day.
But today was going to be a very different day. Instead of going down the usual route on their way home, Weasel decided that they should go down the infamous dark
The Big LeapIt was a beautiful sight, the sun raising over the horizon, hovering above the sea of clouds, watching as they casted shadows onto each other. Ties was a sight that few get to see, but for this mouse viewer, hovering above the clouds momentarily, it’ll be a sight she won’t live through for long.The Big Leap in Comedy More Like This
After being blasted into the sky, and hovering in the air for those precious few seconds of, the girl began her rapid descent towards the clouds. She felt the air slapping her face as she flapped her hands trying to stay afloat, but it was no use as she kept barrelling towards the sea clouds. She knew that once she passed the cloud, she’d only have seconds before splattering on the ground. She shut her eyes and waited for her demise.
Suddenly she felt something envelope, catch her in a silky embrace. She didn’t know if this what it felt like to fall into clouds. When she open her eyes, all she saw was white, silky, smooth white. She reached out and grabbed
The Goddess of PlentyThe harpy swoops low, long black braids whipping out behind her as she sniffs at the air, searching for a morsel, something to quell her gurgling stomach. It has been too long since she last ate: a lone merchant pulling his cart through a narrow mountain pass provided enough food to leave her bloated and moaning, gloriously glutted and replete.The Goddess of Plenty in Comedy More Like This
But alas, such feelings do not last, and so the gluttonous creature swoops on, hands pressed to her now much diminished stomach which growls in pangs of hunger.
What's that? Roasted oxen? Mead? Bread? Cheese? She catches the scent, a fresh barrage from her abdomen enough to banish any other thoughts from her mind, such as "why might such smells be coming from a temple?" And the perennial "will anyone mind if I break in through the balcony doors and devour all that I find inside?"
The flimsy doors of the upstairs balcony are no match for the sharp claws of her avian feet. She is inside, and as she glides to the floor she spies her prize- food eno
The Ravenous PhantomMr. and Mrs. Jackson were quite the wealthy entrepreneurs and they used their wealth to good use. Mr. Jackson was a prime example of the successful business, and he dressed like it too. He was dressed as sharp as possible and never allowed anyone to see him in any lesser state. His wife was the epitome of healthiness; her figure was what many would consider “bombin’!” and she loved to show it off. These made sure to enjoy the maximum from their wealth, and today they were going to enjoy one of finer things of being billionairs.The Ravenous Phantom in Comedy More Like This
They had just brought their first mansion. This mansion was an architectural masterpiece. The marble columns by the entrance stood magnificently as it glimmered in the sunlight, flashing like a beautiful display of lights. Each room was expertly designed to tell any visitors that the couple who lived here were elegant citizens, elegant and modern. Everything was slick, smooth, shiny, and modern and all the electronics were voice activated. It w
The Huge ComebackOn a faraway kingdom, one over looked by many, was an interesting civilization. These people lived normal and average lives. They worked in the morning and slept at night. Nothing exciting happened and no crimes were committed. Some would call this a paradise if they weren’t aware of the dark figure that ruled over this quaint kingdom.The Huge Comeback in Comedy More Like This
At the center of this kingdom, towering high like an obelisk, was the grand castle where a mighty, tyrannical Queen lives. She ruled this kingdom poorly, keeping all the goods and riches all for herself none for the citizens. She even goes as far as to feed off of her own citizens. She'd her subjects in a false sense of security, making them think that she would spare their lives if they didn't question her or her twisted motives, but no one was really safe from the tyrannical Queen's blood-lust.
The kingdom wasn't always like this, it used to be a kinder and safer kingdom, one free from such terrible tyranny, the previous Queen back then was a muc
Church of LiesMany strange religions have emerged over these past centuries. Some focus on strange acts while others were depended on strange beliefs. But none were as strange as the Cult of the Eternal Pregnancy. This cult was created by the high priestess after she announced that she has been blessed with carrying the embodiment of hope as a child. The child, or children, were to live within this blessed one until the moment presents itself where the hope within the high priestess emerges, granting everyone a lifetime of glory. Many were in disbelief that such a thing could possibly exist, but few have actually got to see the grand belly that the high priestess, leader of the cult, held. If any would behold this grand beauty, they’d be a believer in no time and become acolytes in this ever growing cult.Church of Lies in Comedy More Like This
The acolytes rushed out of their rooms, hurrying to the mess hall to greet the grand priestess waiting for her followers. They all filed into two lines, posi
Pop That Belly: Twin Edition“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to…Pop That Belly: Twin Edition in Comedy More Like This
The familiar theme song played as the camera panned out over the colorful stadium as loud applause filled the air.
“And here’s your host, Jooohn Burtoooooon!!”
John Burton entered the stage, dressed in his usual flashy, purple suit as he trotted to center stage. He looked up to the audience and was met with a small group of admirers who applauded at the host’s arrival. The speakers in the back provided the loud applause to give the illusion, to the TV viewers, of a bigger audience present for the show.
“Hello everyone, and welcome to a very special episode of Pop That Belly!” John Burton announced enthusiastically. “Today we’re going to do things a little differently. Instead of witnessing two or three women attempt to fill themselves to the brink of explosion, we’re going to have two girls compete to see who can last the longest!” He announced, yelling at
The Tiny MistressDeep within the castle like mountain, high above a ruined village, a battle could be heard from within. Scrapes and tears and moans echoing all through the cave walls. A loud cackling heard over it all, laughing at the victories this chuckler obtaining. The origin of these noises can be pin pointed coming from the master’s cave room. Shreds of metal and skin flew out the open doorway as more moans and cackles echoed from within. Uninvited guests would have guessed a massacre was being dealt inside that room, but anyone brave enough to peer inside would quickly find out that this nothing more than the grand dragoness, queen of her castle within the cave, ravenously enjoying her enormous meal that she had collected from the village below, tossing aluminum scrap and fruit skins away after she was finished with them.The Tiny Mistress in Comedy More Like This
The effect of this grand meal was immediately apparent in the oversized orb that protruded out from her center. It lurched out, swelling inch by inch as the dragoness co
Hypno Teacher Part 1Hypno Teacher Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
Mizuho awoke on Friday morning and took a glance at the clock. Seeing how much time she had left before she'd have to leave for work, she lay back down in her futon and watched Kei sleep. It had been a month since their marriage had become public knowledge but there hadn't really been any negative effects of it. In fact, the only difference was that they didn't need to hide it anymore. Kei began to stir just as she noted to herself that he looked so cute when he was sleeping. Kei's eyes opened and he saw her watching him. "Good morning, Kei," she greeted.
"Mm, morning," he replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What time is it?"
"We have a few minutes." They spent the next few minutes in each other's arms until they had to get ready for school. Another good thing that came from their relationship getting out was that they didn't need to go to school separately anymore, which was a blessing as Mizuho enjoyed walking together with Kei.
The day proceeded as usual until the end of scho
HypnoBishoujoLand: Black and White - Part 1Please note, this story is set at the most recent point in the HBL Timeline and references many stories and characters. For the full experience, knowledge of those characters and events will help. But regardless of your familiarity with the series, I hope you enjoy the story.HypnoBishoujoLand: Black and White - Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lucia answered the door. It was a little odd that someone was knocking on the door this late but it didn't matter once she saw who was at the door. "Kitty!" The angel embraced the neko tightly.
"H-Hello, Lucia," Kitty gasped as Lucia squeezed her. Stop please."
"Oh, sorry," Lucia said as she put Kitty down. "Why are you here so late?"
"Diana hasn't come home yet and I was wondering if she was here."
"Oh, she is upstairs with Mina and Yuta."
"Okay, thanks, Sweetie," Kitty replied and headed upstairs.
Feeling good for helping someone, the angel skipped back into the living room where Jake sat, watching TV. "Who was that?" he asked.
"It was Kitty, looking for Diana. I told her she was upstairs with Mina and Yuta."
HypnoBishoujoLand: Crisis of Conscience"I must obey," Katia droned as her eyes turned to spirals under the power of Yuta's gaze.HypnoBishoujoLand: Crisis of Conscience in Short Stories More Like This
"Yay!" Yuta cried upon completing her induction. Katia had made some snide remarks, as usual, regarding Yuta. Given how often Katia did so and received a hypnotic comeuppance in return, Yuta was surprised Katia still did it. It was as if she never learned, like in a series where characters never change and the status quo goes unchanged forever.
Yuta stared at Katia, spiral-eyed and at attention. Katia was always Yuta's favourite 'playmate', since Yuta felt Katia always deserved it. But as she went to issue her first command to her hypnotized nemesis, Yuta had a sudden thought.
She and Washina had promised to stop abusing their powers, like Jake. But Katia deserved to be punished for her comments, right? Would it be wrong to punish Katia like this?
"What are you waiting for?" Yuta looked down onto her left shoulder to find a miniature version of herself dressed in a sexy devil costume. "She was mea
Dead or Alive Hypno Story 5: PaybackDead or Alive Hypno Story 5: Payback in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ayane lay on her bed, thinking about the previous night's events. About the discovery that she and Kasumi had both been hypnotized and could be put back under at the utterance of a single phrase. About how she had been put under at the utterance of a single phrase. Twice. And about how she'd been made to massage Kasumi and Hitomi's feet to prove that it was possible. She felt a great shame over her own helplessness.
She felt that she needed to blame someone else, that this couldn't possibly be her fault. After thinking on it for a while, she reached her conclusion: "Kasumi. If she hadn't dragged me to that stupid stage show, this never would have happened!" Somehow she had to get back at her for this offense. But how? Physical violence, however tempting, may be going too far. Maybe some kind of unbearable embarrassment? Embarrassment to match that which she felt. Yes, that would suffice. But how? Ayane had been hypnotized and taken advantage of during that time. An
Dead or Alive Hypno Story 18: LiberationThe four girls stood once more outside Room Ten, for what they hoped would be the final time.Dead or Alive Hypno Story 18: Liberation in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Okay, you guys ready?” Ayane, the self-appointed leader of the group, whispered. Her three comrades nodded and she slowly twisted the doorknob. With her kodachi drawn, she threw the door open and she and Kasumi were the first into the room. The room was a mess. The furniture had all been piled up in a corner, opening up a lot more room, the only thing still in place being the bed, on which Lisa Hamilton and Zack's girlfriend Niki were currently sat and kissing. At either side of the bed, Kasumi Alpha and a girl called Kokoro stood at attention. All four of them had blank white eyes.
Hitomi and Leifang rushed over to check that they were okay, while Kasumi checked the bathroom and Ayane remained observant. Kasumi signalled that the bathroom was clear, while the other two were unable to awaken the entranced girls.
"It's no good," said Hitomi. "We can't wake them."
"Or get them to st
HypnoBishoujoLand: Bad AimThis story follows on from Black and White. If you've not read that story, beware of spoilers ahead.HypnoBishoujoLand: Bad Aim in Short Stories More Like This
Sarah dropped down onto the couch and sighed deeply. All this getting the YPD back up to a good standard was very taxing for its new chief. She slowly slid her boots off and rested her tired feet on the coffee table.
"Rough day, huh?" asked Jessica as she entered the living room. Jessica had been helping where she could, but she also had her own responsibilities in the military, especially in light of her recent promotion to Captain.
"Oh, pull up a chair, I have lots to tell you," Sarah replied, somewhat sarcastically.
"That bad, huh? Well, if you need to relax, I could always hypnotize you."
Sarah went to retort, but couldn't find the energy. "Sure. May as well."
Jessica was surprised. "Normally, you'd comment on my inability to hypnotize without trancing myself."
"You've gotten better. Now, hurry up and whammy me so I can stop feeling so dead."
Jessica chuckled as she sat on th
Ben 10: A Souvenir of SubliminoGwen entered the living room to find Ben sat on the couch with a large cardboard box resting on the coffee table. Gwen was staying with Ben and his parents for a week before her college semester began. "Hey. What are you doing?" she asked.Ben 10: A Souvenir of Sublimino in Short Stories More Like This
"Just looking through my old collection," he replied. Over the past six years, he'd kept a number of 'souvenirs' from his battles with various villains.
"You kept all that? You're such a dweeb," she joked and Ben stuck his tongue out at her. Gwen watched Ben intently, memories of kicking butt with her cousin rushing back to her as he took out an assortment of items, culminating in an old pocket watch. "Isn't that Sublimino's watch?" Gwen asked.
"Heh, yeah," Ben chuckled nostalgically. "Remember how I fought him on that giant clock of his and foiled his plans in human form?" he asked with pride.
"I remember you thinking you'd actually hypnotized me with it afterwards. 'Yes, Master. Your wish is my command.' I can't believe you actually fell for that."
HypnoBishoujoLand: An Unusual Session"Follow the watch with your eyes, only your eyes," Jessica intoned as her watch swung before her subject's eyes.HypnoBishoujoLand: An Unusual Session in Short Stories More Like This
Her plan was to put her subject into a nice, relaxing trance before playing a recorded message of herself giving her subject instructions to help her with her problems. The professor was working on something in the lab, but it would be okay as long as he didn't declare himself a genius at the top of his voice.
"That's it, such a good girl." Jessica smiled along with her subject. "Don't focus on me, only the watch. All you see is the watch. Just the shiny... pretty... pocket watch."
Her subject's eyes moved back from Jessica to the watch, obediently following it along its smooth axis.
"Okay, you're doing very well. Your eyelids are growing heavy, so very heavy, you can barely keep your eyes open. But you must. You must keep them open for just a while longer."
Her subject's eyes fluttered furiously, her struggle to keep them open evident, even with Jessica's own flutter
Team Galaxy: The Hypnotic Left FootYoko was asleep with her head resting on her desk. She had been studying late into the night and had been unable to keep her eyes open any longer. In her current state, she didn't hear the door slowly creak open, nor did she feel herself being lifted up out of her chair and carried, bridal style, out into the night.Team Galaxy: The Hypnotic Left Foot in Short Stories More Like This
She finally awoke when a bucket of water was thrown into her face. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a scream of surprise. As she looked around, she found that she was no longer in her room, but in a strangely familiar, rundown back alley with walls covered in graffiti. Not only that, but she was also tied to some kind of post. To her left was some kind of screen showing what appeared to be a video arcade. This all seemed familiar but she couldn't quite place it until-
"There, dat did it," said a familiar voice to Yoko's right. She shot a glance in that direction and saw someone she never thought she'd see again: a girl about Yoko's age with light purple skin, wavey sho
Dead or Alive Hypno Story 2: Late Night CallDead or Alive Hypno Story 2: Late Night Call in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kasumi was on her way back to her room to ask Ayane if she wanted to join her by the pool today. She knew Ayane was starting to get annoyed by her wanting to be together all the time but she had been on the run from her clan for so long and she didn't know how long this peace would last. She decided to ask Ayane to do something relaxing so as not to be too annoying. As she turned the corner, she bumped into someone and both fell flat on their butts. Kasumi rubbed her rear end and noticed that the person she had bumped into was an elderly gentleman. She immediately jumped to her feet.
"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching were I was going. Are you okay, sir?" she frantically asked.
"I'm fine," the old man replied. "No harm done, miss."
"Are you sure?" she asked as she helped him to his feet.
"Don't worry. I'm fine," he responded with a smile. Once he got a good look at her, his expression change to one of delighted surprise. "You're Kasumi aren't you?"
"Y-yes," she replied, a little taken ab
Pig Of A Pig 3: Alternate EndingWARNING - THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS ABSOLUTELY NO BELLY BURSTING WHATSOEVER. AT NO POINT DOES ANYONE'S TUMMY EXPLODE. IF THE THOUGHT OF A GREEDY AND GLUTTONOUS WOMAN NOT RUPTURING OFFENDS YOU, THEN PLEASE DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. STOP RIGHT HERE. THATS RIGHT. GO READ SOMETHING ELSE. FOR THE REST OF YOU SICKOS WHO LIKE OVER STUFFED, INCREDIBLY BLOATED BELLIES THAT DON'T DETONATE DUE TO THEIR OWNERS OVER CONFIDENCE, DISBELIEF AT THEIR OWN TUMMY'S INHERENT VULNERABILITY, THEIR OWN GREED OR A COMBINATION OF THE ABOVE... YOU SICKEN ME, YOU PERVERTS. JUST KIDDING. THIS IS FOR YOU. CONSIDER YOURSELVES WARNED.Pig Of A Pig 3: Alternate Ending in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"let me make one thing clear... My car, my rules. You got that?"
Jenny nodded, scribbling manically in the neat, spiral bound notebook she clutched as if at any second it would be stolen from her and never returned. She sought to catalogue everything: every word, every gesture, absolutely everything, only pausing to brush an errant strand of mousey blonde hair out of her eye line
Catch A Liftwait... Hold the lift..."Catch A Lift in Short Stories More Like This
Running in heels wasn't easy at the best of times, though Jamie really wasn't doing herself any favours. She was fifteen minutes late for her meeting for a start, and then there was the matter of her lunch...
the door to the lift of the plush lobby began to close, she hitched her grey pencil skirt up a little and quickened her step. Just a few feet more! Nearly there!
She crossed the line, just as the doors narrowed yet further, she was home and dry...
Or at least part of her was.
Jamie had been to the all you can eat buffet across the street for her lunch. She'd purposefully gone out of her way to buy a maternity version if her usual suit, she had her eye on her property company buying the lot cheap and she was determined to put the owner out of business so she could buy the plot cheap. Best way to do that? By heating him at his own game.
All you can eat, in Jamie's case, turned out to be a lot.
The doors stopped, something blocking them. The people in the li
Lady Imura"Men... Tell me, am I not the most wondrous thing you've ever seen?"Lady Imura in Short Stories More Like This
There was a loud cheer of approval. She was.
"Am I not perfection made flesh?"
Again they agreed.
"Am I not the heavenly vessel of divine providence? The embodiment of heavenly will?"
She was, at least to them
"Am I not the biggest thing you've ever seen?"
Lady Imura, Shogun of the Daigo prefecture, was truly vast. She half lay propped in the rear of her heavily customized war wagon, parading in front of her troops. She wore thick, heavy armour with it’s overlapping plates covering her body like some great blood-red leviathan. A single plate covered her most valuable asset, more ornate and more reinforced than the helmet that encased her beautiful features, the mask separate so that she might address them. A huge curved bowl was strapped to the front of her, carved from ancient hardened camphor wood and coated in hammered bronze affixed over steel plates, protecting both her proudest, most valued and most vulner
You Know What They Say"Madame, don't you think you've had enough?"You Know What They Say in Short Stories More Like This
There was a long, hollow groan, like a penny rolling down a well. The source of the sound didn't bat an eyelid, just bare her teeth.
"you know what they call this restaurant?" she asked, not retracting her snarl, her voice flat and menacing.
"Other than Burger World: the bigger health code violator in the tri-state area?"
The customer raised an eyebrow. "other than that?"
"I dunno, Burger Hurled? Cone for the fries, stay for the flies?"
She shook her head, for a second causing a small sheer of broken ceiling tiles.
"What about 'Home of the Flame Grilled Bellybuster'?"
The man's expression changed with sudden revelation. "Oh, you mean in the official marketing! Right, yeah, they do call us that."
"Good. Now, how many of those have I eaten so far?"
The man consulted the paper in his hand. "about 254, give or take."
"Now, it may be me just being a tad sensitive, but surely if you Jane your prized menu offering a belly burster, surely t should d
Tap The Keg"you can just stop looking, you know I totally saw him first."Tap The Keg in Short Stories More Like This
"I totally did!"
"Stephanie, don't be such a twat."
"My names not Stephanie, it's Nightshade!" Stephanie pouted, her black lips scrunched as she stamped her foot, no mean feat in a pair of boots sporting a three inch sole and enough metalwork to make a battleship blush. Mean feet indeed.
"Whatever Stephanie." Janine shrugged before draining the last of her beer and setting the cup aside so as better to appraise the target.
He was tall, dark and handsome. It sounded quite cliche, until one stopped to consider just what level of extraordinary and rarified circumstance might arrive to produce someone with all three in such a fashion. His name was David, he was somewhat new in town, but he had caught the two of them's eyes across the party, though he was oblivious to such a fact.
"Besides, it doesn't matter who saw him first, once he looks my way, I'll have him." Janine purred.
"what makes you so sure?" Stephanie aske
GhostsShe'd been warned about this place.Ghosts in Short Stories More Like This
They said, at certain times of year, in the weeks when summer was dying and the leaves had begun to brown and crinkle up... There were noises from this place that no one could explain. Sounds like a mountain shifting on its foundations. Loud moans and groans, sometimes screams.
She'd heard it wasn't inhabited, but when Alyssa pulled up outside the old Vanderwald place on her scooter, she wondered why the porch lights were on.
She also wondered why a vast, crumbling gothic mansion had porch lights.
She pushed at the imposing wrought iron gates, which it turned out weren't completely rusted up and furred with ivy, the gate swinging just enough for her to wheel her moped up the overgrown driveway toward the ruined manor.
She flipped down the kickstand on her red and white striped scooter and adjusted her red and white striped hat that perfectly complimented her red and white striped polo shirt. She knocked politely on the huge wooden doors, only to find
Fairy Tale FailMaintaining a lithe figure is a matter of great pride to a fairy. It is said that you could put a flower petal and a fairy on a scale and the petal would sink every time. For a species that had a natural addiction to sugar as if it were pixie crack, it took a lot of self control to maintian such a reputation. However, there was one fairy who never did well keeping up appearances...Fairy Tale Fail in Short Stories More Like This
Standing at 8 inches tall, Josephine, or "Fina" as she was lovingly called by her fellow fairy folk, wiggled and fought with the fabric of her tiny green dress. Pale, pudgy flesh poking out the bottom, her victory of getting her posh belly to suck in and be contained by the garment was short lived as she strained to squeeze her plump posterior inside. A wobbling shelf of plump breast peaked out the top of the ill-fitted outfit, threatening to tear out as, through clenched teeth she growled and tugged "Grrr...Get...in there! I'm already...oof...late enough as it is!!"
"Ahhh! There we are!" She says wit
All The Fun Of The Fair"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the third annual tri-county tummy stuffer!"All The Fun Of The Fair in Short Stories More Like This
A smattering of applause. It's a genteel crowd out today, folks heading for the fair in their droves not just for the rides and the sights, but for this, the event of the season."
The compare, a lion in a candy striped suit and slicked back mane welcomes them in to the open air enclosure.
"please give a warm round of applause to our guest judge, last years victorious winner, Miss Staceybelle!"
The rather rotund rabbit girl that presents herself on stage is clearly a bit of a shock to the announcer, cradling one hand under a heavy, pendulous stomach that domes the front of her pretty floral sundress.
"Welcome Staceybelle, and might I say the judge doesn't have to compete this year... You look like you've been practising!"
Staceybelle proudly arches her back and lets the announcer rest a hand on her fecund front.
"oh I ain't been practising, Derek, I'm expecting. You know what they say about rabbits!"
Pennies From Heaven"So, we have a deal, Magnus?"Pennies From Heaven in Short Stories More Like This
The dwarf stroked his beard. "so let me get this straight... You'll put in a good word for me with Rosie the bakers daughter, and in return you get to take as much gold as you need from our horde?"
The mayor nodded. The name Mayor was a title he wore with pride, he had no gold chain of office to signify his rank so he had to make up for it some how. He'd promised to see his village through any crisis, and he planned to make good on that promise.
"that's the deal."
"and we get all of the gold back afterwards?"
The mayor nodded. "all of it."
The dwarf thought about it for another moment, stroking his luxurious facial furniture.
"Mister, you got a deal!" he shook the mayors hand enthusiastically. Rosie really was a hell of a girl.
"you know what they say..."
The voice echoed out. The sound of rock rasping on rock, a landslide of a voice.
"a penny saved is a penny gained..."
A smile as wide as a hearth, a mouth like the inside if a furnace. Delicately, t
Yai: ButterflyButterfly.Yai: Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
Facing into the world so bare.
My breathing shallow,
My heartbeat dull.
I reach out,
Hoping to grasp the beauty before me.
Hoping to catch that one, single butterfly.
Fluttering around with such an elegant glide.
Come to me,
My dear butterfly.
Allow me to admire the perfect patterns of your beauty.
A touch like silk,
And a color close to perfection.
Can something so beautiful truelly be so real?
Can something so perfect to my eye,
Be right beside me?
Dance that beautiful dance,
Fluttering around my head.
Gliding on the wind without a care nor a burden.
Living each day with a beautiful, soft smile.
Before my eyes the butterfly would stop.
Perched gently on the skin of my palm.
Looking up with it's delicate optics.
Watching with it's beautiful stare.
Is this an act of magic, or pure emotion?
My heatbeat becoming a passionate rhythem.
My lungs filling with crisp, freash air.
My body trembling in pure excitment.
But the butterfly is not there,
Away from my hand yet I kn
Kierra: BlissBliss.Kierra: Bliss in Free Verse More Like This
Look into the sparking gaze,
The gaze of your dearly beloved.
Look at the twinkle dimmer.
Look at the bliss fade.
Her body shifts cold,
and her weight becomes dead.
Spread out the guilt,
Tie up the lie.
Can you feel her wrist?
The dead weight that has no pulse?
The soft skin without a feeling?
Your angerful ways.
You swing your arms in love.
At least you tell yourself.
Are the fists from love,
Or from pure rage?
Did you feel the bliss for the last time,
You ever made love,
with the female that lays before you?
The female that had her last breathe for you.
The last breath you held from her lungs.
Nothing to inhale.
Nothing to exhale.
The fingers wrapped around to restraint.
The fingers cutting off the cold winter air.
Can you see the end you've started?
The end of a life.
The end of your morality.
The end of your bliss.
No more enjoyment.
No more love.
You're left alone with red hands.
Stained from teh guilt of a loved one.
Laying before you without a heart
Raven: Lovetouch into the heart of desperate desire.Raven: Love in Free Verse More Like This
The horrible ending
Of the obscure truth.
Feel benith the lies
And touch below the surface.
The roguh outline of what once perfect.
The frame of something once loved.
Your eyes fall dim,
From teh blue into the grey.
Where as your beat falls dead.
A flat line within the circus.
Such a cold visage,
And such cold limbs.
A desperate attempt to breathe.
Breathign in teh air that's long gone stale.
Hold onto the memories you once held.
That time when you were once happy.
The time where a smile was all to common.
Grasp dearly to that corpse of an emotion.
Still try to breathe the dead air it exhales.
Desperatley try to become what you used to be
Before realising you cannot be.
Airship Down: UbiquitousUbiquitousAirship Down: Ubiquitous in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel it's breathe.
It's eyes staring.
Such a constant gaze.
What is this?
It's all around me.
Standing behind me.
Infront of me.
It's surrounding me.
I cannot sleep.
I cannot eat.
It watches me.
It's expression full of hate.
His visage full of anger.
It does not move simply stand.
I can hear it breathing.
I can hear it's anger.
I feel him inside of me.
Inside of myh ead.
I want it to get out.
But it will not move.
It's filling my head.
Expanding over my thoughts.
Taking over my emotion.
What is this.
This Ubiquitous form.
Why my head.
Falling to a dark.
A color of pure black.
Masa: StarStar.Masa: Star in Free Verse More Like This
Dazzle at the skies before us.
The dark black with the twinkle of life.
Look at how they shape togehter.
How their beauty is unmatched.
each star in that sky,
Holds it own beauty,
A beauty unimaginable to any imagination.
I want you to look up,
On that cold,
Lonley night as I would.
With so much distance between us,
Its hard to wrap my arms around you one more time.
I want you to daze into the sky,
The same sky I view,
The same sky we share,
Pick a star,
A star of perfection and beauty,
I want you to keep that star in sight.
For I'll meet you there.
I'll meet you in that one moment of perfection.
That moment being within your arms.
Zoe: PhantasmagoriaPhantasmagoriaZoe: Phantasmagoria in Free Verse More Like This
Fall in fright to the devils around you.
Look at their shadows stalking your every move.
The cold dark stare that goes through your soul.
Their bitch black optics watching you,
And only you.
no matter how fast,
You cannot catch these ghosts.
No matter how strong,
You can never resist their stare,
no matter how safe,
You'll never be without them.
Turn as you look over the walls.
Look over every corner of darkness.
Can you see their eyes?
Can you see their stare?
watch as they wait for a moment.
A moment of what?
A chance to preform what action?
All you can do is wait.
Wait and pray,
Pray these demons owe you no harm.
Vitoria: GodAll hail the mighty power of the gods.Vitoria: God in Free Verse More Like This
How they look down on us pathetic beings.
How they laugh at our scorn.
Watch how their devine hands holds a chalice.
A chalice of the sweat, and blood of it's followers.
Watch them drink away your hard work without a second glance.
What these so called gods loath in thier own vanity.
Press your hands together,
And prey up to the gods.
Hope they can hear,
And take pity,
And revive you.
But little is heard in the clouds.
Simply words fallen over deaf ears.
Ears that have long been deaf.
ears that have never heard a human word.
The gods of the very people they create.
The gods of the very emotions that tear them appart.
So come, all holy one.
Speak down and give us the light.
Allow us to see into the future,
And let us see into our past.
Allow is to correct our wrongs.
Allow us to help those sick.
Allow us to be heard,
Oh mighty lord.
But of course,
Those deaf ears hear no words.
Those deaf gods heed no prayers.
Ema: YellowThe mist of the morning air,Ema: Yellow in Free Verse More Like This
The yellow mixing with the bitterness of the night before.
The mist raises from the ocean as the sun emerges.
Lifting above the water with all it's glory.
It's dying visage still burning bright.
It's glorious form looking down on us.
As you hold my hand that little bit tighter.
As you watch the blend of colours with those beautiful eyes.
You allow the beauty to wash over you.
You allow everything to come to a standstill.
The heart flutters,
And the heart races.
Can you feel the depth of beauty?
Can you see reflection dance so gracefully?
Is all for you.
Anonymous: PerseverePersevere.Anonymous: Persevere in Free Verse More Like This
Crawl through the tunnel painted black.
Keep those torn eyes on teh star before you.
The glimmer of light,
The small crack of hope.
Even with it being so far,
And your limbs without energy.
Drag your corpse to the light,
Even if the slope is against you.
Any possability is a posaability.
That crack may be a door,
That light may be a way home,
This tunnel cannot last forever,
This angle cannot get any higher.
Limbs torn and hope shattered,
Your eyes still stare at that one hope.
That small chance of success.
Maybe you can be born again,
Maybe the nightmare will end.
The Air StealerBalloon Girls. Carly hated them. They weren't even proper females! Really they're just a pile of rubber, without air they're useless! Carly had been transferred to this new school, a lot different from her old "normal school". Girls being eaten, blown up, flattened, melted, it was crazy! And most of it could be traced back to those damn Balloon Girls... She was going to deflate every single one of them, that'd teach 'em. Maybe they'd take the message stay deflated, if they kept coming back, they'd just keep making her bigger...The Air Stealer in Short Stories More Like This
"Ugh, don't you just hate Burrito Tuesdays? The food is appalling, it tastes like it's come straight from a Vore Girls mouth!" a Balloon Girl said to her equally inflatable friend.
"Yeah I know, it's awful. I think there's still some fries left, I'm gonna grab a few" she said, standing up from the table. "It's not like it'll make me fat". As she approached the serving area, she could feel like she was being watched. There were no Vore Girls around, they were pla
Wonderflate Theme Park (Part 2)(WARNING! This contains inflation, deflation, popping and large butts)Wonderflate Theme Park (Part 2) in Short Stories More Like This
The deflated pair soared through the skies, both of them like washing in a washing machine as they tumbled around each other, before their descent onto the field of Uniflate School For Expanding Girls. They shot down to the ground and landed in a little basket, a hand reaching down from above and pulling Abbey out first, locking lips and puffing, her crumpled form swelling out until she was nice and tight, then the same process with Juliet huffing and puffing until she blew up to her normal size.
"Um, th-thank you" Abbey said meekly to the Uniflate girl who had blown them up.
"You're welcome! I hope you enjoy the Uniflate section of the park!" she said. The girl seemed to be bubbly and happy, your classic Uniflate girl who just radiated happiness. Until someone would pull her inflation cord, of course.
ElasticaAt the age of 26, Juliet West realized that she was one of the few remaining Rubber Girls in the world. She decided that instead of meeting the same fate as all the others of her kind, she would use her stretchiness to save the world. Chloe Hardman, ex-villain and eater of people. Word on the street was she was supposed to be meeting with her gang on Liberty Street Wst to discuss secrets of a Vore Bomb, a device capable of sending an entire city to her belly.Elastica in Short Stories More Like This
Through the eerie silence of the ghost town, a dark figure swung through the night. Juliet rolled in a ball along the street, and came to a stop against a wall. She gazed down and saw her Elastica suit had been ripped in the chest by a rock. Although fragile, the suit was the source of all her power, as long as she gave it time to repair. Gotta test to see if she could still use her powers. She picked up the infamous Suit-Ripping Stone and pulled it from each side, and was pleased to see it she could stretch it. She flattene
ClockworkAmy sat there working hard in Chloe's belly, she didn't really have a choice, or she'd be digested. All Chloe had done was walk up to her, funnel her into her mouth, and tell her to make a machine to press a hole into girls' backs. It took hours, but finally it was done. A hole punch to make a hole in the lower back on anyone unlucky enough to be filtered into the machine. In Chloe's belly.Clockwork in Short Stories More Like This
"Alright fine, I'll stick to my promise, *BURP*" and Amy flew out Chloe's mouth and smushed a red-head into the wall.
"Now like, let's get this plan going" Chloe said to herself.
It took a while, but Chloe had hunted down and had eaten all 4 of her least favorite people: Abbey, Lauren, Emma and Juliet. They sat in her belly, in a little tray at the end of a machine.
"Chloooooeeeee, what is this thing" Emma shouted up the predators windpipe.
"You'll find out, just press the button" Chloe replied.
"Oh ok, here we go..." Emma said, giving the big red button a push. The other 3 girls tried to stop her,
Pop Or Flop!"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to... Pop Or Flop!" the presenter shouted, followed by an uproar of applause from the audience.Pop Or Flop! in Short Stories More Like This
"Thank you, I'm your host, Neil Richardson, and today's contestant is... Amy Dabell!" he said, and from behind the stage walked a tall young woman of about 21, with long golden hair and a glittery dress.
"So Amy, how do you feel about being on the show?"
"It's great to be here Neil, can't wait to play!" Amy replied, glancing around the stage. It was laid out with 4 platforms with a beautiful woman at each one, belly's full and resting on a stool, with another golden platform in front of Amy.
"So Amy, you know how the game works, but for those of you at home, this is how it works: Amy will pick one of these fine young ladies, today being Emma, Naomi, Lizzie and Lucy, and she will come down and be Amy's. Amy will pop a girl, then be offered to swap. She then pops another, and repeats the process, until only Amy's girl is left, and we pop her to see what's inside.
Inflation SchoolLucy glanced around the corridors of Steam Coast High, trying to familiarize herself with the new school. Being at a new school was pretty scary, but what she had found out threw rumour was even scarier. Apparently at this school, girls liked to inflate each other. Instead of a prank being snogging someone else's boyfriend, they liked to stick a hose in the other's pants. Steam Coast was an all-girls school, halls constantly packed and classes constantly full. Lucy gazed down at her timetable and saw what lesson she had next: maths. She hurried along, hunting for the room she was supposed to be in, catching a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a window. She stood out like a sore-thumb here, with curly blonde hair accompanying her chocolate brown eyes. She didn't feel right being compressed into a school uniform, her old school didn't have one, but this "new expensive private school" did. Grey blazers and white shirts, and Lucy had gone for the black skirt and leggings option. It wInflation School in Short Stories More Like This
Mexican Food Rewrite (Commission for senorpapel)(WARNING! This contains stuffing, expansion and popping)Mexican Food Rewrite (Commission for senorpapel) in Short Stories More Like This
Abbey hurried through the bustling halls of DeVore Academy as soon as the lunch bell went, desperate to stuff some food down her. After missing breakfast this morning and dinner the night before, she was beyond hungry, she was practically ready to eat one of her friends just to fill up. She slammed open the canteen door, flattening the girls behind it and ran over to the serving area, piling heaps and heaps of food onto her plate to satisfy her hunger.
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed "I'm so glad the day I'm starving is Mexican day!" she struggled with her plate over to where her friends were sitting, Lauren with two enchiladas, Juliet with a burrito and Emma with a plate of alambre, all of them jumping or unable to comprehend the tower of food that had claimed the table. When Abbey sat down none of them could even see her, the food being that high, and Abbey is pretty tall, so that's saying something.
"You gonna eat all that?" Juliet sa
Until the Moon RisesHer eyes don’t open until the dead of night,Until the Moon Rises in Free Verse More Like This
and she awakens and roams about.
She moves with the shadows, hiding from light,
except from the stars and the moon.
She lives and strives in the dark,
being held back, but afraid to let go and move on,
living life just to reach a special mark,
though it’s not the way she wants to live.
There’s so much more for her out there,
and she knows that all too well.
But breaking out is something she doesn’t dare;
she’s not one to take risks, especially for herself.
So she’s stuck wandering around,
unsure of where she’s going or where she’s been,
and afraid that she’ll never be found,
because only her eyes have adjusted to the night.
After all, she’s never out during the day;
she’s not allowed to see the sun or blue sky.
Only because she’s too stuck in this way,
unable to set herself free of her chains.
That’s why someone who doesn’t sleep
must come searching for her.
Paid AttentionA dollar for your thoughts,Paid Attention in Free Verse More Like This
though that’s way too expensive.
The only way to get attention
is to have a well-known name.
A quarter for your thoughts,
though people still can’t afford to listen.
All they see is the screen before them,
feeding them lies they want to hear.
A dime for your thoughts,
though that’s asking for too much.
And you can speak them all you want,
but they’ll only go unheard.
A nickel for your thoughts,
though they don’t even cost that much.
So it’s best to just keep to yourself,
because no one cares about what matters.
A penny for your thoughts,
though people won’t think it’s worth it.
It’s only worth it when you’re dead,
but by then it’s too late to talk.
The Whispers of StarsHave you ever stopped to listen to nature?The Whispers of Stars in Free Verse More Like This
If you have, then you already know.
If you haven’t, then you should know
that there are conversations and performances
happening all around you all the time.
Sometimes it’s more noticeable than other times.
The sun and the moon are a part of an endless duet,
singing to one another across the skies.
But there are times when the moon gets stage fright,
causing the stars to whisper words of encouragement.
And slowly but surely the moon reappears
to continue its duet with the sun
until it once again grows self-conscious.
And the wind enjoys whistling
almost as much as it enjoys playing with hair.
But when it goes ignored it begins to howl,
making foundations shake just enough to go noticed.
Only then can it calm back down,
and return to sifting through hair.
And rain loves to dance on the pavement,
always so eager as it dives from grey clouds,
ready for a show that never fails to thrill.
While lightning dares to flash and light up the
Anything for LoveWhat would you do for love?Anything for Love in Free Verse More Like This
I bet there’s a lot you would do,
but I bet there’s even more you wouldn’t do.
And when it comes to me,
I can assure you that I would do anything.
But then, what is anything?
I wouldn’t only cross oceans,
but I would dive into the seas.
And I would fly to the ends of the universe,
as well as search for the end of the rainbow.
And I would stand in a lightning storm,
but I would also dance in the rain.
I would sit in front of a fire,
and a read a book and drink tea.
I would stay out all night long
just to lie under the sky and watch the stars
until the sun begins to rise.
I would stay in bed all day, just talking.
And that’s the thing about love
that I don’t think most people understand.
When you say that you would do anything,
it doesn’t all have to be extreme.
Usually it’s the simple things that matter the most;
it’s the little things that really stick out.
Either way, those are still the things
that I wo
Picking the Pieces Up Along the WayI’ve heard it said that home isn’t a place,Picking the Pieces Up Along the Way in Free Verse More Like This
but it isn’t a person either.
Instead, home is something you find
with all the pieces you pick up along the way.
Pieces that when put together create who you are.
Once I did hear this,
I couldn’t help but to wonder
what my little pieces are.
And after taking the time to think about it,
I believe I’ve finally figured it out.
The people I’ve encountered
are some of my pieces.
Some of these people include:
Danny, Analisa, Courtney,
Samantha, Svenice and Mikaela.
And there are plenty of others,
but I couldn’t list them all.
But they’re people who have helped me.
They’re people who have taught me lessons.
They’re people who have given me experiences.
They’re people who have given me memories,
and have put me through hardships.
They’re people who never judged me,
and so allowed me to grow into myself.
Cosplaying, dancing, reading and writing
are another four pieces of mine.
Second ChanceHave you ever longed for the chanceSecond Chance in Free Verse More Like This
to meet someone again for the first time?
It’d be the chance of a lifetime.
You’d be able to experience them all over again.
You’d be able to learn everything
from their birthday to their favourite colour,
and be surprised by it all again.
You’d be able to learn all about
their successes and their hardships,
their hobbies and their goals and dreams.
And you’d be able to tell them the things
about yourself sooner or later in the friendship.
Your deepest, darkest secrets and greatest desires.
Your favourite song and your favourite memory.
The troubles you’ve faced and the battles you’ve lost
with every single scar to prove it.
Better yet, though, you’d be able
to feel the rush of falling in love
like you’d never been in love before.
It’d be like a second chance at a relationship;
to do and say the right things always,
instead of making the mistake of hurting them always.
Sometimes I wish I had
We May Not Have It All Together..."We May Not Have It All Together, But Together We Have It All"We May Not Have It All Together... in Free Verse More Like This
Here in this world I’m awaked with mistakes...
I am a flawed person, to put it simply.
Some of these flaws I embrace,
and then others not so much.
And I’ve done a lot of things wrong,
but you’ve stuck with me through it all.
You never walked away;
you only ever pulled me in closer.
And I can’t thank you enough for that,
or explain how much I appreciate it,
because you are what I have always needed:
someone who won’t give up on me.
I know I’m not that perfect...
With all the flaws I have,
there’s no way I’ll ever reach perfection.
I don’t want to be perfect, though,
nor do I need to be.
Plus, I know that you adore all my little quirks,
even if I can’t stand them.
But somehow they won you over.
My embrace, far away...
We may not be together right now,
or even most of the time in that matter,
but I can still always feel you holding me tight.
The World That Once WasThe World That Once Was in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The last time I saw you was the last breath I took...
Until the next time we meet,
When my world will slowly thaw,
Revealing the once forgotten lush greens,
and the roses will once more bloom...
The lost remnants of my heart wilt be found,
Among the newly-found lands,
That your hands have created.
New blood will shoot through my veins,
Circulate through my body,
Bringing every inch of me to life.
My soul will be quenched
In your warm, loving smile.
And awaken in me,
With your breath of Life,
The World That Once Was.
One DayOne Day in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The lost chronicles will be found,
Deep inside my empty shell.
Permanently inscribed stone,
The painful words of hate
Will be discovered.
You will eliminate the horrid scriptures
That once penetrated my skin.
You will annihilate them...
And make room
To start a new story...
A story of you and me.
You will love me.
I Miss YouI really wanna kiss your lips,I Miss You in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hold you tight against my hips.
When your gone, my heart just rips.
The last time I saw you
My mind just spilt,
Thinking about all this shit.
I miss you, baby, come back home...
To the place to you well-known.
I want you close, by my side,
When the course changes, a switch of tides.
I taste your lips,
So tender and sweet,
No longer connected,
A cut so deep.
I cry and cry,
Myself to sleep.
I love you baby,
Please don't go.
All the cuts and bruises
Will never show.
I Love This Boy...I Love This Boy... in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I love this boy, I really do
But I just don't think he gets it.
I try so hard, and we get so far...
But something always wrecks it.
I'll be there for him, everyday...
But things just never go my way.
I try and try and try again,
but I just can't seem to ever win....
I push so hard,
But he doesn't care...
We come so far,
This is so unfair...
Last WordsLast Words in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Her last few hours
Here on earth
Were harder than
She lated there,
Quiet, so fragile...
Unconscious under the covers.
The pain she felt,
While subconsciously dreaming,
Was so excruciatingly horrifying...
That it cannot be put into words...
The last thing I never said,
The one MOST important detail,
Never passed my lips,
Before she deceased...
The three most earth-shaking,
Most overlooked words...
Yet, the most crucial to be said,
Didn't escape my lips...
"I love you, Mammaw."
Time SpentTime Spent in Free Verse More Like This
I spent days,
of the perfect words
to explain the butterflies
intruding my stomach.
I spent months,
About why my heartbeat
I spent decades,
just to find
that there are no such words,
reasons, nor thoughts
for these occurrences.
There is but one cause:
...You are the butterflies tickling my insides,
The stutter in my speech,
...The conductor of my racing and slowing heart...
...The stable thing in my off-beat life.