Sister's New Doll (5)Please read my "More New Stuff" journal entry first, or the next few parts may seem disappointing to you.Sister's New Doll (5) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girls came back into the living room, and began doing who-knows-what with the whole house thing. Soon the need to use the bathroom overwhelmed me, and the most I could do was wiggle and move as much as possible as to not wet myself.
"Why is our baby wiggling around so much?" Jenny asked, and Hallie giggled, "I think she needs to go pee-pee!" Hallie ran off, and came back with a camera. "I'm going to take a picture of this!" She said, laughing like crazy. I eventually couldn't hold it any longer, and I wet myself, as well as soiled the diaper.
"The baby needs a diaper change!" Jenny said, walking over to me, giggling at the huge yellow stain in the diaper, as well as the brown stain at the back. Hallie began to snap several pictures of me sobbing with the soiled diaper on me. Hallie quickly took off the diaper and replaced it with anothe
Cherry Plays House Part 2 A long time went past with the two dumb girls playing house, me just sitting there with my pink dress and MJ shoes on. I tried desperately to get out, but the rope wouldn't budge. Then I felt it. I needed to use the bathroom, and bad.Cherry Plays House Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After another what seemed like FOREVER, I needed to use the bathroom so bad, I began to try and hold it by wiggling around. I wiggled around, trying not to wet myself. I did this for at least fifteen minutes before Donna took notice.
"Um, Cherry? I think our baby is acting a bit strange..." she said to Cherry while Cherry was pretending she was cooking something on her play stove. Donna pointed back at me with a thumb while she said it.
"What's wrong?" Cherry asked, turning around. "I don't know! She's just been wiggling like that!" I was concentrating so hard on not wetting myself, that I had my eyes squeezed closed and I couldn't see what expressions they wore. I made severa
The Love Doll (Part 1) It had been a year after the last one escaped, and Natalie was finally ready for her next victim. She had spent that entire year perfecting her inventions and her devices, to prepare for the next one, and especially since the last one escaped...The Love Doll (Part 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was ready to find the next person to use for her. It was time to get another one again.
Best day of my life. Got the hottest girl in the world with me in a bar, I must have been in heaven. I quickly got drunk, and I tried to kiss her, until I felt something stab me in the leg, and I blacked out.
That's pretty much all I remembered until I woke up in a very dark room, with a bright light source from above shining on me, almost like a spotlight. I was sitting down in a slightly tilted chair, making me lean back a little, and I was tied to the chair by my wrists and legs. There was a head brace under my head, making me unable to move my head at all.
"Look who is final
Sister's New Doll (1) You know what sucks? Being almost as short as a little sister who is only six years old. Because of the embarrassing height similarity, I made sure my little sister still knew who was boss. The opposite goes for my older sister, who is actually extremely tall. I guess it's just my bad luck.Sister's New Doll (1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I peeked into my little sister's room (Her name is Hallie). Inside I saw her playing with her dolls in her dollhouse. What a stupid thing to do. I marched into the room, pushed her dollhouse over, and stomped on some of her dolls, while she started to scream and sob. I then took one of the dolls and punched it across the room, while taking another one and sticking it upside down in the miniature toilet in the dollhouse.
While laughing, I ran out of the room, still hearing her sobs. That's when I ran straight into my older sister in the hall, with her hands on her hips. "What do you think you are doing?" She demanded. Still laughing a bit, I struggled to spou
Girls' Doll (4) The girls rolled the broken high chair into the bedroom, and once again got me stuck in it again. "We always wanted a Dolly-Go-Potty doll, but mommy would never give it to us." one of the girls said. "But now it looks like we can make one." I shook my head like mad, but they ignored me.Girls' Doll (4) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Like I said, we have been preparing for all this for weeks, so we already have this ready." The oldest girl said. She stepped onto the bed, and pulled a pipe down from the ceiling. She took the top off the pacifier, and plugged the hose thing into it. One of the girls put a piece of duct tape over my nose, forcing me to breath up the pipe. "There are vents in the pipe that only air can get through, but if you don't drink fast enough, then you might run into a problem." The oldest girl said.
The second oldest girl stood on the bed. Turned out the pipe only went into a little hanging platform that was mounted to the ceiling. "First comes the laxatives, to ensure
Slumber Party (2) "Kiss my butt." One of the girls said, laughing. I didn't do anything. "I think she told you to do something." Becka said, narrowing her eyes at me. I reluctantly knelt down behind the girl, and kissed her on the rear while her shorts were on. Everyone laughed.Slumber Party (2) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Did you like that?" Becka asked me, smiling. "Y...yes mam." I said, then I put my hand up to my mouth. My voice was all of the sudden very high pitched and girly sounding. I then realized the metal choker around my neck had moved my voice box, forcing me to talk in a high voice. The girls laughed again.
"Aren't you so happy you are our little sissy toy now?" Becka asked, and I shakily said no. "Would you like us to demonstrate one of the punishments?" Becka said, and took a large dildo out of her pocket. My eyes opened wide, "Yes, I am happy." I said, and curtsied. "Good." She said, and put it back in her pocket.
I went through an entire day of endless servant work, and le
Cherry Plays House Part 7 Cherry ripped the baby blanket off of my body, revealing a completely soaked diaper and baby's dress, just as I expected. Almost the entire baby carriage was soaked, and I was the one to blame for it. Instantly the girls wrinkled their noses.Cherry Plays House Part 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We can't move the baby, she'll drip all over the place! She either has to stay here or we have to change her diaper." They looked at each other and I knew what they were thinking. "I'm still not changing any diaper." Donna said, and Cherry nodded in agreement. I was to stay stuck in the soaked baby carriage with the soaked diaper on. This was not going to be fun.
I began to scream, trying to get them to change their mind, but something even worse happened. "Oh no, she is hungry again." Donna said, and I opened my eyes wide and screamed louder. I did NOT want anymore formula. "Oh come on! We just fed her! Do you think we STILL didn't feed her enough?" Donna said, and they looked at each o
Cherry Plays House Part 3 Cherry seemed to lumber towards me, each step sounding sinister and evil, because I knew what was coming next. I tried to squirm away again, but Donna grabbed me from behind, and Cherry flipped me onto my front side. I struggled more, and I could tell the girls were getting frustrated.Cherry Plays House Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why won't our baby hold still?!?" Donna said, keeping me down. "I don't know. I'm assuming she does want her diaper changed, or does she just want to sit in it all the time?" She said, and I got the hint. I stood still, against my better judgement. And then it happened.
What obviously happened then is something I would like to completely forget, but it still pretty much scared me for life. Soon I was back on my padded rear, with a new huge diaper sprouting underneath the dress I was being forced to wear. I began to sob again, the humiliation was killing me.
"Aw, babies that cry need a big bottle of milk!" Donna pulled the pa
Cherry Plays House Part 5 I began to drink the formula as fast as I could, panic already rising within me knowing I couldn't get air until I drank it all. Surely they knew I'd pass out before I could drink the entire bottle, but I wasn't willing to take that chance. I gulped down the formula so fast, it began to hurt, but I kept going anyway.Cherry Plays House Part 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was only about a third of the way through the bottle when I felt like I was going to pass out. Finally Donna began to look impatient and removed her hand off of my nose, and I gratefully took it large breaths of air through my nose. "Just let her drink it herself, and if she doesn't drink anymore, plug the baby's nose again." Cherry said to Donna, standing up straight and resuming her position pushing the carriage forward.
Now that I could freely breath, I continued to drink from the bottle, afraid one of the girls were going to cut off my breathing again. We continued to pass through a few streets, passing peop
Dollhouse Dolly Part 6 "Ohhh! We are gonna have so much fun, little girly doll!" Said Abby's brother, who looked only slightly older than Abby herself. "What should we do with you first then!" I screamed again into my pacifier, but instead of embarrassment and frustration, this was terror. Who knew what this abusive brother was going to do to me.Dollhouse Dolly Part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Looks like to me that THIS baby is still wearing diapers!" He said, sticking his face in front of my body. "Well then baby, diapers don't have to used only for your butt!" He snickered and disappeared from in front of the dollhouse. He came back with a diaper, but this one was different. It was full sized, meaning it was higher than I was. The boy burst out laughing. "Have fun living in a diaper stupid girly baby doll!" He kept laughing while he opened up the tough Velcro clasps, revealing a white fluffy inside.
Before I knew it, I was shoved into the normal sized (which was giant for me) diaper, and I heard the clasps goin
StrandedO' beloved sheltered worldsStranded in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These hours shall be your doom
Mist shroud and ever mournful
Brushed aside by rolling gloom
Ceilings drone on
In blissful grey
With strokes of quiet disarray
Morose ballades burn on with vigor
Garnished with voices
That groan and quiver
O' beloved sheltered lives
These moments shall be your tomb
Given to rest far too soon
From the love of a gracious womb
AttainGive me something to reach forAttain in Free Verse More Like This
A far-fetched fantasy to covet
A distant reverie
Withheld by the clouded unknown
The fog-shroud idols
Of former years have shattered
Recovered by the ancients
Enamored of moss and vine
Unveil the bounty
That draws my body forth
The torment of restless nights
The plunder I long and scheme for
May obsession take me in
And wield every transient thought
Utilized, so that I may truly thrive
Aware of the bold and unruly hues
Dwelling, beneath my callous hide
Brass-Tongued LullabiesThe flair of jazz hallsBrass-Tongued Lullabies in Free Verse More Like This
That rock me
Through and through in sleep
I cherish each sonnet
Spilled from saxophone and trumpet
In the company of keys
Unified in their quest to convey
I cannot fail
In their vast reach
Each swell of harmony and emotion
The spirits of struggles
Are bound only
To their ceaseless mourning
Loyally, I’ll journey for the midnight glare
Where history rejoins us
Where passion blooms, booms, and blares
Farewell to Keepsake ReveriesNights are forever garnishedFarewell to Keepsake Reveries in Free Verse More Like This
With the incessant groan of peril
Spawned by the ghosts of fatherly footsteps
Their sons into the same
Estranged from twilit exuberance
Soft spoken dreams
Are dispatched by heavy hands
Crumbled ivory, and fractured silver
Future eyes are robbed of all wonder
Quietly swindled by far gone ages
With childlike intrigue
We journey for the cold and instant
By the very hands we once deplored
We foolishly store all worth
In dry and shallow ravines
Where they wither without complaint or thought
Carefully, stagnant and mute
Mounds of AshI am the fugitiveMounds of Ash in Free Verse More Like This
With mashed words
Heaped upon his tongue
Through his treacherous labyrinth
His limited and precious time
Into the breeze
The days cave and wither
Courted by the ghouls
Of many more prior
I bundle in silence
Nursed by my own delusions
Of quivering waves
Brimming with color
Destined to grey
In bouts of melancholy
I cannot muster an excuse
Forge a great promise
To carry on with pride
Masked in creation
My strength is replenished
To etch undisturbed
Honestly, mute and free
A Stream of FarewellsStrangers weaveA Stream of Farewells in Free Verse More Like This
In and out of my company
Some dodging my favor
Others boldly enduring
How can they withstand
The scorn I emit
At every rugged turn
At every treacherous bend and curve
How can they brave
The dicey roads I lay
Imprisoned, by the toxic wilderness
I reluctantly, hail as my own
And flood the gutters of my mind
In heinous word or deed
Ages wither and more stream away
For a slow exodus was the only resolve
Drained and contorted
Having frittered all of my company
As punishment for my silent crimes
Who cares for the silent?!
The dormant tongues
That dare not lark humor or insight
Stranded minds cannot prevail
At the helm of oceans
That bustle with trivial verse
Reveries of the High and MightySharp and rugged mountainsReveries of the High and Mighty in Free Verse More Like This
Pry the glory
From tender panorama
The towering reign
Of rustic kings
Fluctuates for all time
Spanning far, high and wide
I steam in fantasy
Of an hour of ceaseless climbing
Examining the callous miles I scale
In full and primal splendor
As I savagely sift, claim and ascend
The warm falling beads
Of the low and calm fields
Are lost far below
These whirling white zeniths
I'll falter atop the crown
Of frost bitten behemoths
Mute and stoic
Naked and untamed
I’ll drink in, the wild’s cruel whim
Braced for it all
In vague and shallow understanding
Falling SilentThe golden glow of dusk I reapFalling Silent in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dispels the worry that lingers deep
Harsh miles shall smooth and yield
The bounty of nightfall I’ll lovingly wield
“Faithfully yours” restores my soul
As daylight dwindles beloved and whole
I grasp for solace in her colorful array
While darkness ascends to devour my day
Time hungers for gilded dawns
For the glinting young that she may spawn
I hail the seams of light and living
Engrossed in thought and boundless forgiving
My worries can no longer answer dismay
For the mind and body would give
Buckle, tear and fray
Doomed to AspireIn our primeDoomed to Aspire in Free Verse More Like This
We strain our ligaments
In a desperate reach, for clout and eternity
To be preserved
In timeless fortune
To stew in the marshes
Of bottomless reverence
Some are concealed
From the bustling world
To be pried from the earth
In hours of desperate rummaging
Restored to full stature
Matters not to the few
At comfort in their thankless endeavors
The glad and unfazed
Shall truly reap the day
Wading HomeI’d witness the crown of ivory shoresWading Home in Free Verse More Like This
That envelope far horizons
With loyal and stern mountains
While I peer and strain hopefully
For the jagged towering pillars
Of moss covered tenure
Centuries on end
The vessel would plow and steam
And cleave the frigid waves
Consistent, strong and certain
As the sea abates
And mystery looms and sprawls
For untouched ports
I’d voyage in rugged solace
Driven from the plush treasures of home
Into the welcoming wonder
Of secluded plunder
smiling in the darkdroopy eyedsmiling in the dark in Free Verse More Like This
an aching soul
the battle for rest
lazily through the sunrise
looking for a place to call home
for a place to rest her weary head
and weary heart
eyes to the stars
raining down their light
dripping off the power lines
smiling in the dark
the mirrorshe touched the mirrorthe mirror in Free Verse More Like This
and spoke her words,
she asked some questions
and she was heard,
spoke to the mirror,
deaf and blind,
sat and waited,
a fearful state
in the mirror,
this holy writ,
she trusted the glass,
but not who stood
in front of it
it's youmany search but little find,it's you in Free Verse More Like This
the first and last thing on my mind,
the whispered words that calm the storm,
a sky; no sun and love; no pain,
the howling wind without the rain,
across the dark and lonely seas,
searching for a sense of home,
endless nights are spent alone,
toss and turn awake at night,
see the night owl flying high,
living married to the sky,
freedom craved by such a fool,
ambitiously, i find myself
soaring toward something else,
patiently on eager wings,
at last i've found a place to land,
crystal seas and finite sand,
endless nights are put to rest,
wolf and raven #2ancient paths of wolves i follow,wolf and raven #2 in Free Verse More Like This
to your heartbeart calling true,
through this frozen night so hollow,
darkness beats me black and blue,
chasing stars on silver strings,
moonlit mist that veils your eyes,
gusts of wind and feathered wings,
see the bright and brilliant skies,
raging tempest, flowing love,
shadowed gardens, full of life,
memories lost to lives above,
absence wounding like a knife,
winding rivers form from tears,
calls of fate beat in my ears,
weave myself around your dreams,
silenced love bleeds from my screams,
the old familiar cloudthe stormthe old familiar cloud in Free Verse More Like This
the old familiar cloud
so dark it is,
and violent too
engulf the light
leave the dark
swim in the black
nurture the night
an emotional wreck
with puffs of grey
cobalt handsforgetting the pastcobalt hands in Free Verse More Like This
is like trying to swim
in a stormy sea
letting go of a memory
is like dropping a magnet
with cobalt hands
getting over this
is like climbing a mountain
hurtingtoday i'm hurtinghurting in Free Verse More Like This
yesterday i hurt
i will hurt again
this wave of embers
sweeping me off my feet
land me on my head
these clouds are unshakeable
these dark and stormy
nights in my head
i felt a feeling today
a feeling i felt yesterday
and a feeling i will feel
white and pale bluethe bullet flew pastwhite and pale blue in Free Verse More Like This
an obscure art
but it flew too close
to her heart
thrown to the wind
harsh and unkind
a soul so soft
white and pale blue
rest on the clouds
fell right through
wolf and raventhe path of wolf and raven i follow,wolf and raven in Free Verse More Like This
through this frozen night so hollow,
steps to your heartbeart pouring through,
the darkness beats me black and blue,
i chase the stars hung upon silver strings,
gusts of cold wind rustle my wings,
the moonlit mist that veils your eyes,
to see the bright and brilliant skies,
the silenced tempest howls a song of love,
memories lost to lives above,
our souls will meet in the next life,
your absence wounds me like a knife,
raging rivers form from my mournful tears,
the call of fate beats in my ears,
i weave myself around your dreams,
forgotten love bleeds from my screams.
but she never didall at once she was caught,but she never did in Free Verse More Like This
caught up in a storm,
a symphony for the sad
thoughts in her head,
in her hands,
whipping at her face,
pinching at her heart
disorientated and alone,
in the clouds,
in the sky,
a shooting star was
she wished to stop feeling
but she never did
Victoria Vanished part 4“Whoa! OOF!” Amy grunted as she tumbled out of the shaft onto something soft, cushioning her landing. When the trapdoor had opened up beneath the young woman’s feet, the 20-year old girl had slid, feet first, down a narrow, metal shaft, in total darkness. She must have fallen at least thirty feet or more. Fortunately, the chute wasn’t straight down. After a few yards, it had curved to one side, slowing her descent somewhat.Victoria Vanished part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Slowly, Amy sat up, heart still racing from the shock of her plummet. Feeling around, she grabbed her cellphone from where it had fallen nearby. Turning it on again, she held the glowing screen up and looked around the room she found herself in. As best she could tell with the weak like of her phone, the room was maybe fifteen feet, square. The walls, floor and ceiling were of bare stone.
About half of the room was taken up by a large pad, on which she’d landed. It was placed underneath the opening of the chute she’d fallen throug
Victoria VanishedThe ancient, dusty floorboards of the old mansion groaned underfoot as the four-members of the Spring Valley Mystery Society quietly crept through the deserted house. Outside, the rain still poured down in sheets, lashing against the dirty window panes. The shutters clattered, blowing in the wind. A bolt of lightning briefly flashed across the sky, lighting up the long, narrow hallways. Just as quickly, it vanished, leaving only the thin, quivering beam of the girls’ flashlight. A second later, a clap of thunder rolled through the mansion, shaking the house.Victoria Vanished in Short Stories More Like This
“Ah! What was that?” Hilary said, jumping. The 18-year old blonde girl glanced around nervously. “Why don’t we just go home?”
“It’s just a little thunder, Hil.” The second girl, a tall brunette named Bethany replied. She stood at the front of the group, holding their single flashlight. “Don’t be such a scaredy-cat! We’re this close to discovering what’s b
Victoria Vanished Finale“mmmppphhh!!!” Victoria moaned through her gag as she struggled against the ropes holding her tightly hogtied on the floor. The teenage girl was soaked with sweat from her exertions and she’d rubbed the bare skin of her wrists raw straining against the coils of rough rope that bound her hands. Despite all that, her bonds remained as tight as ever. The poor girl’s shoulders burned from the strain of the hogtie, her jaw ached from being forced to accommodate the massive wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet and the thick band that kept her effectively muzzled.Victoria Vanished Finale in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Close by, hidden in the darkness of Victoria’s blindfold, Hilary and Amy sobbed miserably into their own gags. The two girls’ bonds were just as cruelly restrictive as Victoria’s. Amy was still struggling, grunting loudly as she squirmed, but for all her efforts, she remained stringently tied up. Hilary had already given up trying to get free herself, as futile. She lay on the
Tales From the Maid Wars: Episode FiveTales From the Maid Wars Episode FiveTales From the Maid Wars: Episode Five in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Secret of the FMP
“Did you manage to arrange everything?” Helen asked as Morris came into her office.
The older man nodded. “I’ve managed to set up an interview. He’ll be waiting for you at a little pub called “The Eagle”, here’s the address, in fifteen minutes.”
“Good…” Helen said, standing up. “The admiral can’t really complain if I decide to take a late lunch break, can he? You’ll cover for me?” Morris nodded as she walked out of the office towards the lifts.
Since his arrival on planet, Admiral Rolland had been keeping Helen nearby, where he could keep an eye on her. Ostensibly, she was here to assist him in his job of coordinating the local security forces. More likely, the admiral no longer trusted Helen.
Privately, Helen fumed at this. She was a high ranking intelligence operative with years of field experience, and yet he was treating her like s
Yoko's Yard Sale“Well this sucks…” Yoko thought glumly. The young woman groaned miserably into her gag. A large rubber ball was clenched between her teeth. Two leather straps were attached to the sides of the ball. They circled around her head, buckled tight at the back. Two more straps extended up from these, joining into one at the bridge of her nose. This was pulled over her head and attached at the back. Another strap was pulled under her chin, holding her mouth clamped shut on the gag.Yoko's Yard Sale in Short Stories More Like This
The 18 year old girl shifted her body, trying to find a less uncomfortable position. Her choices were…limited, to say the least. Yoko knelt on the ground in the yard. The trim, green grass beneath her legs was still damp with early morning dew. The teenage girl shivered. It was still rather chilly out and she was still dressed in the clothes she’d gone to bed in: a pair of light blue panties and an old t-shirt. Her straight, black hair was braided into pigtails, hanging over her shou
Victoria Vanished part 2A peal of thunder roared through the night, shaking the ancient mansion to its foundation, rained poured down, harder now, lashing against the window shutters and roof. Inside, three young women slowly crept through the dark hallway, huddling close together for support. The girl in the middle, a tall brunette named Bethany held a flashlight in one hand. The thin, yellow beam of light flickered in the dusty air as she swept it across the hall.Victoria Vanished part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
“No! No, please! Please don’t go out!” A blond girl named Hilary, standing behind the other two girls, wailed as the flashlight flickered again, than went dead, plunging the girls into near total darkness. She huddled closer to the third girl, a slender Asian girl named Amy.
“Darn…” Beth said ruefully. She smacked the back of the flashlight with the palm of one hand, in the hope that the batteries were simply out of alignment. No such luck; they were dead. She sighed, opening her messenger bag. Blindly, the tee
Victoria Vanished part 3The three girls carefully retraced their footsteps back to the spot where they had seen the phantom. Hilary got out her cellphone and turned it on. There was still no signal, but the small screen did shed some light in the gloomy hallway.Victoria Vanished part 3 in Short Stories More Like This
“There!” She said, pointing. Faintly, the three girls could make out two sets of footprints, where the fine layer of dust on the carpet had been disturbed. One pair of small, lady’s shoes, the steps placed far apart as she fled headlong in terror, followed by another set of footprints, smeared slightly, like the hem of a cloak, dragging along the ground.
They followed Haley’s headlong flight, all the way to the front door. “Damn!” Victoria swore as her cellphone went dead. “I knew I should have recharged the batteries before we left.”
“It’s ok.” Amy said, pulling out her cellphone. “Mine’s fully charged.” She turned the brightness all the way up and swept it around the
Dressing Room Danger"Ooh! This is cute!" Claudia thought to herself, spotting a pretty red dress hanging from a nearby rack. She walked over and unhooked the hanger, holding her find up. She smiled, draping the dress over one arm. It was a Saturday afternoon and the mall was bustling with people shopping, like Claudia. The 28 year old chemistry teacher had decided to take a break from grading papers and kill a weekend afternoon clothes shopping.Dressing Room Danger in Short Stories More Like This
The young woman continued browsing through the racks of clothes, until she had found three or four outfits she liked. Carrying them over one arm, Claudia headed to the changing rooms to try them on.
In the changing rooms, she found an empty room and went in, shutting and locking the door behind her. Setting the clothes and her purse down, Claudia quickly stripped off her jeans, jacket and blouse. Grabbing one of the dresses, the young woman took it off the hanger and slipped it on, turning to look at herself in the full length mirror.
Claudia struck a pose, seeing
Dressing Room Danger part 2"Mmmmmppphhhh…." Claudia moaned softly into her gag as she slowly came to. Gradually, the young woman regained control of her senses as the knock out drugs worked themselves out of her system. She was lying on the floor of a moving vehicle. Her hands and feet were still tightly bound with rope. Claudia winced. Her limbs had fallen asleep while she'd out.Dressing Room Danger part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
She wasn't alone. The young woman could feel another girl pressed against her side. One of the other women who'd been kidnapped from the mall, she guessed. Claudia could hear the faint inhale and exhale of multiple people nearby, over the muffled sounds of the highway outside, as the van bounced down the road at high speed.
Claudia whimpered softly in fear. Where were they being taken? The young woman had no idea how long she'd been out. It could have been hours. By now, they could have been taken out of the city, across the state! There was no way of knowing. With every minute they spend travelling along the highway, the captives were
The Audition"Next! Miss Katherine Willis!"The Audition in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda Smith glanced up briefly, as a brunette woman stood up and crossed the room to the door. As the door shut behind her, Amanda turned back to her magazine. She reached up and brushed a few strands of wispy auburn out of her face. The 22-year old coed drama major sat in a chair in a waiting room. About eight or nine other young women were in the room with her, waiting for their turn to audition for the lead part in The Secret Room.
Oddly enough, Amanda hadn't heard of this new play, at least not until a couple days ago. Out of the blue, she had received an e-mail from the director/producer of this new production, one Joseph McCormick, inviting her to audition for the part of the heroine in the play. Apparently, he'd seen her in the school's production of Much Ado About Nothing and was impressed by her rendition of Ursula.
Amanda had been intrigued enough to sacrifice a Sunday morning to drive into town to the small theatre the e-ma
Backstage GossipMeg Giry, you little prat, snapped La Sorelli from where she sat at her dressing table puffing chalky powder onto her face, if you knew what was good for you, you would shut your mouth this instant!Backstage Gossip in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the opposite side of the dressing room, the little waif of a girl pursed her full lips and tossed a thick shock of long ebony hair over her shoulder.
I wouldnt talk that way if I were you, Sorelli, Meg sneered pompously, narrowing her slate gray eyes, The ghost could be lurking somewhere near.
The crowd of lanky ballerinas huddled around Meg let out a collective gasp, snapping their necks around fearfully to check for apparitions.
Sorellis rouged lips pursed and she placed her hands on her hips.
Your head is stuffed with fluff, do you know that? she shook her head, Does your mother know that you are spreading such stories?
I watched Meg draw herself to her full height (which was not at all an impressive
Haunted Chapter EightErikHaunted Chapter Eight in Drama More Like This
I spent the next several days lying in wait in the old warehouse, in what appeared to be a long-abandoned basement.
Despite the familiar comfort of a cellar, I could not tolerate the gray. The room in which I was obliged to sojourn was gray---impersonal, industrial, mechanistic, hideous gray, from the endless maze of pipes that wove across the low ceiling to the crumbling stones set into the wall to the stained concrete floor. Geometrics, stark, uninspired geometrics; not a flourish of art, not a hint beauty. All was graythe loose hospital garments, the low, rumbling sky, the shadows of the maskgray, gray, gray, and I could not escape from it.
One would assume that an individual in my precarious condition would concern himself with matters of greater importance than the heinous architecture and drab color scheme, yet I was fixated upon it. And by God, I could not abide by it. It was sickening.
For I thirsted for beauty, and yet beauty seemed determined
The Holiday: Chapter FiveIt was snowing when we arrived.The Holiday: Chapter Five in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snowing rather heavily, I might add. Have I mentioned that I loathe snow?
Christine loves it. I watched her jump out of the carriage and utter a cry of delight at the sparkling white landscape, laughing in sheer, unabashed joy.
God, how I love that sound.
The village was disgustingly adorable. Squat cottages sat happily next to each other, a cheery yellow glow shining from every window of each. Several were laced with Christmas decorations. Signs swung in the wind, advertising franchises such as Madame Duponts Pastries, Le Café Des Boulevards, and Jean-Marcs Fine Tailoring. Pink-cheeked couples walked hand-in-hand along the sidewalks, hunched against the cold yet still smiling widely. There were carolers even, a dreadful cacophony of sound that made me want to slap the culprits on the back of the head for even attempting such a monstrosity.
And yes, there were stares.
I'd remained adamant that Christin
The Holiday: Chapter TenPhannum?The Holiday: Chapter Ten in Fan Fiction More Like This
I clenched my teeth in frustration and withdrew my attention from the composition in front of me with great difficulty.
I am busy, I said coldly. The boy in the doorway shuffled his feet nervously and fingered the large scarf that draped over his neck.
I do not believe that you do, for if you did, you would not pester me so. The pen resumed scribbling notes onto the staff, a lovely melody unfurling in my head and spilling out onto the parchment. It was a gift for her, inspired by her, and named for her. A Christmas gift, I suppose one would say. I wanted her music to speak of her soul. And it undoubtedly would.
If I had been permitted solitary time to complete it, that is.
That nuisance of a child seemed to take great pleasure in aggravating me to no end. Id avoided him (along with the rest of his meddlesome family) for the past several days, choosing instead to spend time with C
The Holiday: Chapter EightDo you have the time?The Holiday: Chapter Eight in Fan Fiction More Like This
I blinked. Her soft inquiry nearly jerked me out of my stupor, though I still could not tear my eyes away from where she sat on the bed.
The only bed.
The bed that, in a few short hours, I would be frozen upon like a mummified corpse as I lay beside her in the darkness, a beast next to a beauty.
It sickened me. Truly, it did. Oh, not the prospect of being near Christine. That was such a heavenly thought that I scarcely believed it could happen.
But when two people shared a bed, there were rather awkward implications that the aforementioned people should commence cuddling and then begin to
ah cuddle more intensely.
I should like to make it very clear that my intentions are controlled purely by love of the deepest, sincerest kind. I am not a lustful man, and I have no right to be. Although occasionally, Christine dons dresses that hug her body in such a sinfully perfect way that I begin to sweat a little. Or I w
Down Once More TranslatedSubliminal messages abound in The Phantom of the Opera. Some are so entwined in such carefully constructed, phallic metaphors, that it may be difficult to sift through the passionate web of angst and decipher the lyrics' true meanings. So here, for your clarity, I have provided a translation of some of the musical's most elaborate lyrics. The original lyrics will be italicized, while the translations will not. It is my desire that your next viewing of Phantom should be an enlightened one, and my sincerest hope that these translations will clear up any confusion.Down Once More Translated in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Down Once More"
PHANTOM: Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair!
(I am using hyperbolic metaphors that make me the patron saint of emos everywhere.)
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
(Have you, perchance, ever heard of schizophrenia? Because I think I may have it, along with a medley of other psychological disorders that would make a therapist salivate.)
Down that path
The Holiday: Chapter TwoI owned but a single mirror, and ninety percent of the time it could be found forlornly hanging on a wall in the foyer, entirely obscured by an old crimson curtain. The mirror was an antique, having once belonged to my great-grandmother. It was the only physical remnant of my childhood that I had kept, for it truly was a work of art. The frame was entirely crafted out of pure gold; ornate embellishments wound their way around magnificently carved nudes that seemed to dance when caught in the light. The glass was like new, not a crack or scratch marring its immaculate surface. As a boy, my mother had frequently warned me not to come near it, for it was worth more than youll ever hope to make in one lifetime. She should not have worried: I usually avoided the thing like the plague.The Holiday: Chapter Two in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was this very mirror that hung before me now, its crimson shield discarded upon the floor. I suddenly felt ten years old
Because I CanLAYER ONE:Because I Can in Fan Fiction More Like This
Name: Many: Opera Ghost, the Phantom, Angel of Music, and certain explicit names that common decency forbids me to record. You may call me Erik.
Birthplace: St. Martin de Boscherville, France
Birthday: Will you believe me if I assure you that I have absolutely no idea?
Gender: Male. I pity the woman named Erik.
Eye Color: a rather garish shade of yellow
Hair Color: Ah, you must be referring to those fine, shaggy strands that crown my head? Black, then.
Height: Six feet, four inches, I believe. Why cant you behave normally and use the metric system like everyone else?
Righty or Lefty: Hands? Left.
Zodiac Sign: Did we not discuss this previously?
Elemental Sign: Must you?
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Come now, this is getting ridiculous. Stop your laziness this instant and check the birthday question if you insist on an answer!
Your heritage: French. I believe the name Erik is Scandinavian, but as to my ancestry in this area, I have
Break AwayMy throat closed up at the sight of the old house. It looked exactly as it had so many years ago, save for several spidery cracks on the gray exterior, new, perfectly manicured flowers and shrubs that lined the pristine walkway, and chips in the paint. It was a lovely home, sturdy and well-built, the picture of flawless living.Break Away in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a ridiculous lie.
A very large part of me screamed in protest at my choice. Indeed, I could hardly believe that I was standing here, a prisoner to my past once again.
Antoinette Giry had accosted me earlier in the week with urgent news. Id reluctantly met with her in her office. Shed hesitated for some time before pulling out an envelope from her sash and laying it on the table between us.
Its your mother, Erik, shed told me.
Id immediately stiffened. My mother and I hadnt been in contact since I was nine years old, and frankly, I wished to keep it that way.
What about her?
Sonnet IDark glasses asideSonnet I in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you might see my eyes -
At a breakfast of baked sunlight,
Filling and spilling,
As photons in rage;
Aging us one day at a time,
One cell at a time,
Split, one at a time -
Til we're glowing with growing
As stars feeding stars,
Our bones aching with breaking
To keep up with our hearts.
Pulling pairs of pulses dictate
Chemical vehicles, blind interstate,
And you, just as bright
In the dark as the light.
Not passively, as some stars
Who simply twinkle with the menial -
Instead, bursting; beating close,
Smiling easy with eyes closed.
With what tools would I be suited
To extract you?
Stolen, as only human thoughts can steal -
Separate, as we were built to feel -
Some silly certainty that
Our disparateness is real.
But no, not us,
We seem to know better:
Wrapped up in a feeling resembling forever.
So close, as to become unintelligible;
As given as your breath in my lungs.
As trippingly as the love songs being sung,
Ecstatic and free
From the tips of our tongues.
RopeWith just another inch of it,Rope in Free Verse More Like This
let loose, unwound
slack from secret stashes:
There might have been enough
sisal rope or
to tie to you
to keep you close
to form into a noose
(so you might hang around this time.)
Melancholic MelodiesBeneath the depths of the seaMelancholic Melodies in Free Verse More Like This
A beautiful siren sings
She is alone
Her sorrowful song is her only friend
She doesn’t want to be like all others
She doesn’t want to lure people to death
She only wants a friend
But all that come near her
Are killed before she can speak...
...It's not like she can help it
It is her fate
She is death in disguise
Even if she doesn’t want to be
She has no choice in the matter
So once again
She lets out her melancholic song
Destined to be forever alone
The Moonlit ForestThe Winter SolsticeThe Moonlit Forest in Free Verse More Like This
Silent and dark
Only lit by the full moon
Becoming a forest of silver
There’s a break in the silver forest
The pale light turns to gold
By the hands of the village ahead
Dressed in a Festival of Lights
A light of cheer in the dark, silent night
Crystal TrinityThe heart is the placeCrystal Trinity in Free Verse More Like This
Where all good and bad happens
Which is which is up to the person
But there’s no black and white
The soul is the place
Where creation sleeps
Though very rarely used
It’s the birthplace of all
The mind is the place
Where the heart and soul meet
It combines the product of both
Into thoughts so pure
The body, finally
Is where those thoughts become actions
Where the outcome ends
And the consequences begin
The Me of RegretMy heart is racingThe Me of Regret in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with adrenaline
As the threat comes closer
The threat of my own shadow
The further I run
The closer my shadow comes
I can’t shake it off
For it is my own shadow
I forget where to turn
Left or right?
Soon… my options close in on me
Snowflakes of ink soon stain my skin
A flurry of my own words envelopes me
While my shadow comes closer
She looks like me
But has a more hideous face
A gorier face
It is the zombie of my consciousness
I take a deep breath
As my other self corners me
I close my eyes
And see a light of realization
That light shines in my heart
For all to see
And I use this light
To ward off the me of regret
Universes Will ConnectUniverses and worlds may converse, whether their creators in our world want them to or not. It is part of how things work; we do not have any actual control over what happens in these worlds. We just see what unfolds in these worlds, and if something seems cool, we`ll make it into something.Universes Will Connect in Philosophical More Like This
The Rain and the Rose -A Kind Gesture-The night soaks the roof slowlyThe Rain and the Rose -A Kind Gesture- in Free Verse More Like This
Tap tap tap tap
And the windows, the grass
The trees, the world
Leaving a beautiful sparkle
Upon nature’s spectacles
With beads of wet diamond
The wind whistles
“Ooh”ing and “Aah”ing at the sight
The clouds are amazed
Of the tiny village beneath
The rose on the desk
Illuminated by a bright flash
It yearns for water
It watches the pitter-patter
The wind creaks the glass open
The rain comes to the rose’s rescue
The rose drinks happily
And silently thanks the storm
The window creaks closed again
The rose smiles goodbye
As the clouds give away, roaring
To a gentle moonlight
The ForgottenShe lays on her deathbedThe Forgotten in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by her own words
Her words comfort her
As she expresses herself silently
Asleep on her deathbed
She is joined by at least nineteen others
Also comforted by their own words
And all of their words merge
To create a symphony of ink
This symphony sooths her weakened soul
And her deathbed is no longer fatal
She awakens with the others
Though none of them are who they were
My Writing is MeMy emotions are meMy Writing is Me in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve carved my sadness on white
My happiness, too
My emotions are me
My memories are me
I’ve carved my family and friends, too
My experiences and my childhood
My memories are me
My willpower is me
I also carved my dreams
My hopes for the future
My willpower is me
I am me
My everyday thoughts, too
I’ve carved everything on white
My writing is me
A week with Louise part 5Standing there wearing nothing other than the bra and panties I could only watch on as Abby began to search through the bag deciding what to do next. She pulled from the bag probably the brightest, pinkest, frilliest, girliest dress that I've ever seen. It was covered in bows, lace, and ribbons, it was super girly. "Put this on!" said Abby in a commanding tone. Being slightly intimidated and having no other option I slid the dress over my head and into place. "That dress is sooo cute! I never liked wearing it but it defiantly suits you!" Jade said. Danielle slipt on a pair of pink matching shoes in the meantime.A week with Louise part 5 in Short Stories More Like This
The image I saw I'm the mirror was unbelievable. The dress was incredibly feminine, to see me wearing it was just outright embarrassing. "Sit!" Barked Abby, I was sat in front of a large mirror. The girls began working on my hair. After a 10 minute wait involving giggling snickering the 3 girls finally finished their masterpiece. The chair span around to unveil my new loo
A week with LouiseSchool was over and it was the summer holidays for 6 weeks. Both of my parents we're going away on holiday by themselves leaving me behind. They had arranged for me to stay with my a friend of my mums for the week. My bags were packed and we set off to her house. It was a 30 minute drive before we arrived at the house, I got out of the door and waved goodbye to my parents as they drove off to begin their holiday.A week with Louise in Short Stories More Like This
The very second I saw the car turn around the corner I realised that I left my bag containing all my belongings in the car. I'd of called them to turn around but my phone was also in the bag along with all of my clothes leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back. I walked upto the door and knocked on. I was greeted by a fairly tall woman in her mid 40's. "Hey I'm Louise you must be Philip". "Yes, it's Phil by the way" I replied. "Well Philip sounds better to me" she responded sharply. And with that I was taken into the house. "This is where you will be staying". I open
A week with Louise Part 3I awoke the next morning, hoping that all I've been through yesterday was some sort of horrible dream. I looked down and saw that I was still wearing a pink princess nightie in a pink princess room with my hair in a ponytail. I got up, put on the pair of matching princess slippers and dressing gown that was on the side. I headed downstairs for breakfast, Louise and Melissa were both sat at the table having cereal. "Good morning Philip how are you this morning?", "Not too bad, but it would be nice to be wearing my own clothes". "Thats sad to hear, but I've got some good news for you today..." My eyes lit up as I was starting to think we could be going shopping. "Your going to have someone to play with! My niece I was telling you about is coming over for the day and I told her you can spend the day with her". Great the last thing I wanted was a girl coming over to spend the day with while wearing her clothes. I sat down and began to eat my cornflakes.A week with Louise Part 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Just moments after I finished my bre
A week with Louise Part 2I could hardly look at myself, other than my face you'd of thought I was a sweet innocent little girl. And that was the worst thing of all, the fact that my face still looked like any other boys' made it all the more humiliating. If anyone was to see me like this they'd probably think that I wanted to dress like that because I was a little sissy.A week with Louise Part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Gathering all the courage I had I took the decision to go downstairs. Louise was sat in the living room watching TV, "Well don't you look adorable! That dress fits you perfectly". "Do you not have any boy clothes that I could wear? Or anything even alittle less girly?" I responded. "Sorry Philip, the only other clothes are mine which will be far too big for you. The clothes your wearing belong to my niece who sometimes likes to stay here every few weeks". "Could we not go out and buy some? I don't want to be stuck in this stuff all week". "And what exactly is wrong with Abby's choice of clothing? And besides I think it looks beautiful on
A week with Louise part 4Abby, still holding my arm, brought me downstairs and into the kitchen where Louise and Melissa were both talking. "This is my new sister Emily, doesn't she look fabulous". Louise and Melissa both smiled in joy as they saw the two of us, we were wearing matching dresses with matching hairstyles and makeup holding hands. "Awww! Well don't you two look adorable!", "smile!" Melissa took a photo of us. I felt very awkward and embarrassed, increasing more and more each time I was called Emily. "Anyone would of thought you were twins! Abby and Emily, perfect names for perfect girls! Why don't you two go out and enjoy this lovely weather we're having?". "That's a great idea, I've got some friends that'd love to meet my new sister", and with that Emily grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the door. "Have fun girls!" Shouted Louise.A week with Louise part 4 in Short Stories More Like This
Abby led me through a field and towards her friends house not too far away. "My friends Jade and Danielle can't wait to meet you! We are going to have such
Being a Baby for the BabysittersIt was the middle of summer and both of my parents were going away for the weekend leaving me behind. Being 13 years old my parents didn't want me staying home alone so I was to spend the weekend at a babysitters house.Being a Baby for the Babysitters in Short Stories More Like This
On Friday I was dropped off at the babysitters house ready to stay the next 2 days until Sunday. I watched my parents drive away as I knocked on the door to be greeted by the babysitter. The door was answered by a young woman probably in her early 20's, she said her name was Amy and revealed that 2 of her cousins we're also staying over during my stay. I was brought inside where I met Katie (14) and Lucy (15), Amy explained that I will be sleeping in Lucy's room on the spare bed. As this was said I saw Lucy frown at the idea, but she didn't say anything. I was told by Amy that she would usually babysit people much younger than me, as she showed me the room that they would stay in. The room was complete with a babies crib, changing table, play pen and plenty of diapers a
My sisterBefore the story starts lets set the scene. Im teenage boy around 13/14 who is spending the week his sisters house. Jess is 21 and lives alone, she's had her house for a couple of months and its not the first time I've spent time over there with her. We both get along like normal siblings and hardly ever fight...My sister in Short Stories More Like This
It was a typical average Monday, it was raining quite heavily outside and I had no intentions of going out for the day. I was watching TV in the living room when my sister came into the room. You could tell by the look on her face that she was bored too and desperately wanted something to do. She sat down on the other sofa and watched Jeremy Kyle whilst playing with her hair. She was sat facing me as she played with her hair, after about 30 minutes or so an idea sparked into her head and she left the room. Soon after I heard her return as she sat just behind me. Jess began to brush my shoulder length hair, I knew what she was doing but didn't really react. The sensation of the