Red Sheep (Part 2)Immediately, she went to the bathroom.Red Sheep (Part 2)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A broken mirror welcomed her with a distorted reflection. Blue eyes, she noticed. Brown hair. A small, bruised face. Scarred cheeks and chin. Dry blood patches. What happened to me, she questioned to herself. The question floated in the air for awhile as she observed herself.
She found no answer. Something in the back of her mind taunted her, a distant memory. A distressful and mocking one. She tried concentrating harder, but to no avail failed.
A sink was behind her. She noticed it in the reflection of the cracked mirror. With some hope of getting rid of these blemishes, she turned and stepped toward
Tickle Torturing MichaelJust a side note. This should be my first story I wrote. Its about the first two experiences i've ever had tickling my step brother Michael, and how I got addicted to kids feet his age. For starters, before this point, i had NO interest in kids feet. Or just feet in general. But one night changed that completely. let me set the scene. It was about 1 in the morning. It was raining hard outside. Michael and i occasionally slept in the same room. and when we did, we slept on the floor next to each other on air mattresses.(Don't ask why because I don't know). I was staring at the ceiling listening to my iPod. I caught myself singing along to my fTickle Torturing Michael2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Veronica smiledVeronica smiled shyly at me, looked away and shrugged. She didin't know me. It was actually the first time we saw each other, but I recognized her by some drawings Nick had done. At that time, she had short hair.Veronica smiled2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
- Veronica always cuts a bit of her hair when something disappoints her - Nicolas said four months ago, showing me a drawing done in pencil from a girl that used scissors to cut her hair, made of flowers and grass - this way we know if she's happy or not.
She does looks like a fragile girl, Nick.
Slenderman a love story chpt 1Hi guys I am starting a new serious called slender man a love story chpt 1Slenderman a love story chpt 12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I sighed as me and Slendy layer together I will never forget him we are only friends but I don't think so.me and him were in my room I fell he picked me up and put me on my bed and went into another room I snuck in and got on him and kissed him but he never awoke I left but he pulled me close and got in me but i wiggled away."I am not ready" I turned and left.
It morning I want it to sleep but I could not I sighed and turn and watched t.v
Sorry short enjoy it will get better
Red Sheep (Part 1)She woke up.Red Sheep (Part 1)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Her feeble eyes crept open and a sickly yellow light blinded her. There she sat on a chair, looking battered and bruised, blemished and besmirched. She was mired in pain. From what, she couldn’t remember. In fact, she couldn’t remember her own name. Her identity was lost.
A phantom in a realist world.
What surrounded her was nothing out of the ordinary. There was a grubby bed to her left, a rotting drawer to her right and in front of her a television that was switched on. She was in a bedroom. Not in her own, though, she knew that. The wallpaper was tattered and torn, not vibrant and vivacious. The floor, from whic
book plot 1PLOT:book plot 12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After being saved from being chased down by the MRS by a stranger and brought into his home which is a mansion Laurence a skilled magician is asked a favor, in repayment the stranger will keep Laurence's identity hidden from the MRS but who is the stranger and what is this deal exactly?...
The end of our daysThe skies were ablaze. Everything seemed perfect. One day was coming to an end. I sat there looking at the serene pond. I cast my eyes on the scarlet sky wondering, "How, why, oh why?!"The end of our days2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She was lying on the soft green mat of grass. I looked at her, and I knew this was it. This was the place for us, for my question. I said to her, "I need to check one thing. It won't take long." She smiled at me and said "I'll wait for you". I got up and looked at her the last time before I left.
As I walked back holding the little box in my hands, she was still in the same position. I couldn't help smiling; she was waiting for me. Her blondish hair was dyed
The WriterThe silence grated on my ears like the shrill cries of a banshee as I stared at the wonder that lay before me. What most people see is but a dull piece of paper. Not me. What I see is a blank slate filled with possibility. I see a canvas bursting at the seams with ideas. I see an amazing piece of artwork whose full potential has yet to be reached. There’s no telling what fascinating craftsmanship will soon fill this white space, cover these blue lines. A picture? A note? No. For me, it’s a story. A dramatic, comedic, or maybe even suspenseful emotional rollercoaster that keeps the reader’s heart beating, sides splitting, orThe Writer2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Pokemon Black Nuzlocke: Chapter 1Pokemon Black NuzlockePokemon Black Nuzlocke: Chapter 12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Chapter 1: A new start
*Note I have never wrote nor read a Nuzlocke before, and the path I'm taking is: http://bit.ly/10pX56W*
It was an average morning in Nuvema town. The summer sun was shining, the river was still. A boy around the age of 15 awakened in his house. Only to find a strange box sitting on his desk. He approached the box and found a letter laying on top of it. The letter read: "I've brought you three pokemon to choose from. Do not question why, for I will tell you later." -Professor Juniper. Naturally Din opened the box, curious as to what he would find inside. He undid the ribbon on it and moved th
What do you choose?As tiny as the flowers areWhat do you choose?2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have a long way to go
Before my journey ends here.
Afraid to tell the hidden secret I once had,
Many have been out to see me as a outcast.
And those who were born with a terrible fate,
are not the only ones.
How can you not trust one, when
another you can trust in, is truly trustworthy?
How can you not choose a good path,
when there are several paths of good and evil?
How can you choose a destiny, when for one,
you cannot make a decision on your own?
Who will you fight for, if you choose to fight alone?
Who will you live for, if you choose to live alone?
If you go down one day, does someone you know go d
The Immortal Rose Ch.3The Immortal Rose Ch.32 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Immortal Rose
Maya was lying on the ground. Minutes passed like hours to her. The street was empty and the gang had disappeared once that bullet was released. She couldn't bear the pain of her arm. Thankfully, it didn't hit her heart but her shoulder. Her legs were numb and her eyes were struggling to remain open. 'It's what I deserve.' she thought. 'I will die the same way he did. This is my punishment....'
Maya surrendered to her fate, letting death spread its arms to welcome her. Unfortunately, they couldn't reach her because of 'his' loud ar
What are dreams. when you lookWhat are dreams.What are dreams. when you look3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
when you look in to the subconscious of a human being what do you see? is it terror, is it joy, is it empty. A dream is a thought that you can't make real, you can't vocalize it, you can't create it, therefore it cannot enter reality. so it goes into your subconscious vault, if you will, and it is forgotten. only when you dream, are these thoughts awoken and brought to life. If you think about it you never really "forget" anything, you just store it away until you need it again. the human brain has the power to conjure up the most diabolical images, yet we still forget so easily. when you dream you enter another reality, anot
School Life: Do your Duty“Do your Duty”School Life: Do your Duty3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They say that you pick up on the characteristics of the students you teach. This is true, but I also think that some teachers teach the age they do because they’re just bigger versions of those students. This is particularly true with many middle school teachers. We are well attuned to the middle school mind and often act like them in more ways than one.
Sense of humor is one of those areas. We develop a rather low bathroom and other gross human things sense of humor. So when the principle shouts out on the mega phone at recess “Secondary students! Stop playing with the Elementary School student&
36 Rules to Survive a Horror MovieIf you wanna have even the slightest chance of surviving a horror movie, then you must abide by these rules! Otherwise you're most likely going to die.36 Rules to Survive a Horror Movie3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. If you hear a noise somewhere from within the house, don't investigate. No matter how much you believe you are, you're not Dora the Explorer.
2. If you find yourself in a dark hallway, never ask "Who's there?" like the killer's going to "Yeah I'm in the kitchen, want a sandwich?"
3. If something licks your hand in the dark, it's not your dog. Your dog is dead.
4. If you are irritating and or a wise-ass person, you're going to die.
5. Never take a shower. Killers are naturally attracted to showers. You're better off sweating and disgusting than dead. Besides, sweaty people are hard to catch.
6. High-heels and stairways do not mix well. Remember that.
7. Do not split up and look for clues. Abandon everything you've learned from Scooby-doo.
8. Do not walk around the
We Are Better Now, Than Once We WereWe Are Better Now, Than Once We WereWe Are Better Now, Than Once We Were3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It is arguably true that no question has perturbed mankind more than the question of Purpose. The never-ending lamentatious vocalization in a thousand different tongues: "does anything matter, and if so, Why? One answer is this: Mankind matters. We matter more that any vast expanse of mechanistic gas, or any burning star. We matter, and we alone can bring to this universe the qualities of beauty and justice. Make no mistake, these are artificial, yet that does not rob them of value. This statement on no way obviates objectivism, as reality would endure if mankind was to fall silent, yet the noblest
TEN SONG MEME CHALLENGE: HetaliaTEN SONG MEME CHALLENGETEN SONG MEME CHALLENGE: Hetalia3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Fandom chosen: Hetalia
1) Power, Kanye West
Alfred walked down the hallway quietly, face blank and the distant sound of an alarm echoing in the chamber. He sighed, knowing this was the end for him. His time as a superpower, the 21rst century Rome, was over. He was warned so many times, by England, by France, by Spain, by Italy himself, but he wouldn't listen.He had believed his dominance over the world would keep him high and mighty. But he forgot about his own people, his inner circle was crumbling. Alfred reached the end of the hall, when he opened it it would spell his death, and with a shaky breath, he reached ou
The Immortal Rose Ch.2The Immortal Rose Ch.23 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Ren! Let's play a game." she grinned as she held his hand. "Which game do you want to play?" he asked. "Anything you want." she smiled. "Then let's chase each other. I'll go first and if I catch you before you reach the statue, you'll lose."
"Fair enough." she chuckled, eyes shining and full of happiness.
Maya openned her eyes and realized that it was only a dream. She held on to her pillow as it started to get wet by her burning tears. She cried as loud as she could since nobody could hear her, her trembling voice filling her empty house with pain and grief.
No one could hear her scr
Tales of Colt Joe Chapter 2: Problems with Ponies"Grr..not right now.."Tales of Colt Joe Chapter 2: Problems with Ponies3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The brown colt groans as the sun peaks through the window,waking him from his slumber. "Meh..I could almost hate Celestia for rising the sun if I didn't need to wake up..." He said with tired tone.In no rush,the colt slowly got up off of the floor he slept on,stretching and yawning as he got off from the floor. "I wonder if my mom slept better?" He said walking toward the other room.Just as he took a step into the room he was greeted with a sudden...
Inkwell felt his heart jump out of his chest as he locked eyes with a pink mare,her smiles was wide.He backed up a little and let out a confused, "Uhh.." Th
character backstory...kinda..For a magician life is hard enough without the Magician Removal Society (MRS) on your back.Magicians tend to live in city`s or in the middle of nowhere to avoid this group of people. Laurence a magician with great skill lives in a city one day whilst being chased through alley ways by members of the MRS he gets pulled into another alley way by a complete stranger, the stranger then takes Laurence to his house which to Laurence's surprise is a mansion the stranger walks up to the path of the mansion and invites Laurence in and sits at a table whilst the magician sits opposite him.The stranger who was a middle aged man clears his throat and becharacter backstory...kinda..3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The shortest rant you will hear from me.the world fucking hates me.The shortest rant you will hear from me.4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i have been trying to upload this commission but it just won't work. and then as soon as i think it'll work it comes out lookin like a peice of bullshit.
so i go on ahead and re-do it but at soon as i finish a storm happens. and guess what, my power goes out for a split second and my computer dies.
i was able to press save before it shut down. and you know what. i open my computer up, and try to open it. and it says they could not recover the gif....do you know how pissed i am right now?
i don't know the time our clocks are wrong, i spent like 3 days workin on this one image that has been done and only wants to be difficult and i still have my other account to manage.
i mean i still need to get
1 group icon done
2 commissions done
1 question done
2 chapters out
12 gender swap pics out //2 per pic//
and find a new paint program.
i'm a busy person and i don't have time for this shit. i hate this animation stuff i hate the side of the street i live on. and
SmileI used to have a monster in my closet.Every child used to believe that at some point. Creatures in the dark, monsters in the closet, monsters under the bed. In my case, there was a creature who opened my closet door every night and went back in the morning because he hated the sun. I drew him a few times, in a childish scrawl; a quadrupedal beast with four slanted red-violet eyes, panther ears and claws, rough-ragged wolf fur over blackened snake scales and a whiplike, leathery tail. His lips were always pulled back in a gruesome smile full of sharpened teeth, but he was mine. He was my monster and my guardian angel.When I was six, I used toSmile4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
JumbeeMy grandma always talked about supernatural things. "Don't turn your back on a mirror," she'd say. "Be careful in dark rooms," she'd warn. "Always knock before entering a room. Always apologize to the ghosts."Stuff like that, ever since I was six. Stuff that made me a little scared, had me running out of the bathroom and into my bed to hide under the covers. Sometimes I would swear I saw shadowy figures that looked like tall men wearing hats, or blobs with too many eyes to be natural. And my grandma, my fantastic, amazing grandma, never told me they weren't real. She would yell at them to quiet down and go to sleep, or stop wearing hats in heJumbee4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This