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Winter Child& though my skin is steel,
I am but a girl without a wolf,
without a home,
without a name.
& though autumn winds still blow,
I only feel the cold,
for winter has settled
into the hollow
between my shoulder blades.
AtlanticLast night, I dreamed of the sea,
And of the long road there.
The sun cast diamonds on the rising tide
As I sought gentle waves to swallow me.
Would that I could bare my bones to emerald depths
In search of pacific clarity,
Where reality is suspended with gravity
And I can float as through a dream.
But when Ursula can’t give me fins and God can’t give me wings,
I remain but a girl, weary of heart and far from home,
Walking the dry line between earth and sky
With only fantasy-tides to help me breathe.
22 years spent soaking seawater into my skin—
Now my pores cry out and choke on dust and heat.
But in dreams, I still follow the scent of salt on the air
To slip into the Atlantic’s cold, loving embrace.
The stars sang to me, sang such sweet songs that father’s grip nor mother’s pleas could keep my astronomical spirit rooted in human life; I let them go and my feet found a path from the ground to the galaxy, and I thought I could be happy forever in my wanderlust.
Beauty, wonder, and awe I expected. It was the cold that caught me off guard. The nothing stretching between planets and stars, between supernovae and nebulae, chafed icily at my skin, and the weight of such fearful emptiness etched weakness into my shoulder blades. The longer I meandered, the more stardust felt gritty, the more starlight burned. When a thread of dark-matter memories caught at my ankle, I rejoiced, tracing the strand with my toe-tips all the way back home.
But it was a new home I was destined for; I lost my humanity somewhere between the little fisher and the seven dancing girls, and greater powers than I decreed that I must re-evolve and find it anew. I was reborn on the earth, first as a fluid s
A Lady and Her Knight Chapter 14: NeilA week into their journey through the forest, the king abruptly called a halt to the march at midday. Neil, who was with Randolf at the head of a column of cavalry riders, looked at his friend inquisitively. Randolf, catching the look, shrugged and said, “I’ve no idea.” He turned and gave the signal to stop to those riding behind them, then told one of his colonels that he was going to see the king. Neil went with him, for he was curious; since he’d proved himself against the likes of ogres and goblins on multiple scouting expeditions now, the king had put him in charge of the scouts and fully admitted him into the inner circle of commanders, so he knew he was welcome now.
The king’s servants set up his pavilion with remarkable speed—it was almost completely standing when Neil and Randolf arrived. They dismounted—Neil had to do so carefully, since his foot was still injured—left their horses with the servants, and went inside in search of
The downside of a gentleman's codeYou, my chivalrous dream,
my shattered mirror,
my broken locket—
you were self-righteous heroism
and a ticking
The day she died,
burned tears from my eyes;
and I realized that I was
well and truly
Days Like TheseOn days like these I’m naught but dust in the wind, riding turbulent eddies around building corners and skating along laminar fields, seeking the taste of salt on the air. This transient existence is chafing away my skin, but I know that my search for a seaside to settle on won’t end for years yet.
On days like these, I wonder if it would be wise to cut my wings and grow roots instead, but this carmine clay-soil can’t give me what I need to survive. I am grounded for now, but I know I must never forget how to fly.
Dreamscape BoyYou are my dreamscape boy; I fall asleep to come alive with you in a whirl of sensory pigments and half-understood plotlines. In dreams, we draw hopscotch lines between stars and leave our clothes on the banks of molten-rock rivers. We waltz across battlefields and hold hands as a tornado passes over us, always seeking the secret light that guides us through the gloom of my subconscious. I always wake before we find it.
And when I wake, all I have are your mannequin hands for mine to sweat against. I yearn for the you pulsing with vivid blood, the you with enough warmth to keep my heart pumping as we drift from the Milky Way to Andromeda, but all I get are Arctic-ocean eyes and a synthetic smile.
I thought I wanted to sleep forever, but now you make me wish to dream in black and white.
DrownYou were ballistae and battering rams and trebuchets, and I was the castle under siege, so when my kingdom come shattered I had no one to blame but you. Katabatic, I flowed down from my sky-perch, and I would have frozen you until you burned as one slick with boiling oil if I could.
You and the future eluded me, though; now, I simply drift on zephyr-currents, heedless of past, present, and solid ground alike, searching for a place to drown.
Pisces RisingThe crown of Olympus quaked
beneath the weight of a behemoth,
a beast of a god wreathed in
come a caelo usque ad centrum
to lay judgment at its feet.
As Typhon’s monstrous cacophony
echoed off stone and clouds, mother
and son fled ‘til water barricaded their way.
Then, aquatic mercies surfaced,
clad in scales like mailed knights
to aid mother and son in their flight.
Bound together by silk-strong threads,
they soared across the sea to African safety,
where mother and son and cowardly gods
listened to the roar of thunderous battle.
The ram fought the titan, and, in fine,
claimed violent volcanic victory.
Aphrodite, in reward, raised Pisces
de profundis ad astra,
to be admired eternally
and consigned to
memories of gods and men.
cocky. | oikawa tooru
"Eh?! I lost?! No way, [Name]-chan totally cheated!"
"Hah?! No, I didn't! You just suck at this!" You argued, grabbing a pillow from the bed and throwing it directly in his face. "Just because I'm better at playing video games, doesn't mean I'm cheating. Geez, Tooru, just stop being a piss-baby and just accept the fact that I'm better than you. The sooner you admit it, the better."
Iwaizumi sighed as he tried to ignore the pointless bickering between the two of you. He wasn't even sure why you guys were here—he didn't remember asking one of you to come to his house and play his video games. Seriously, all he wanted to do today was to sleep and do nothing else. Unfortunately, he had to kiss his relaxing day goodbye because there was no way in hell that he would be able to relax in this situation.
"Iwa-chan! [Name]-chan is being mean to me again!" Oikawa exclaimed.
"Oi! Hajime! This dumbass won't admit that I'm better than him!"
"Maybe because you aren't!" He d
TG 34: Me to Faera
All of my body hair fell of as my legs lengthened and became feminine. However, the changed legs then started to darken, first appearing as a tan before slowly becoming too dark to be confused with a tan. My legs, along with my feet, were black. The changes continued upward as well as my progressively darkening skin as my thighs started to bloat out immensely whilst also succumbing to the darkened skin below it and crushing my privates in the process. I then began to feel a painful sensation at my hips as they suddenly snapped out, breaking the bone that formed them. That was short-lived, however, as the bone remolded itself to fit its new shape and, of course, becoming black. The darkening skin then went behind my legs to my butt, which then fattened extensively, becoming more and more round. While this was happening, the wave of dark skin was traveling down my giant bottom, changing it to a sweet chocolate color. However, this change was slower than the expansion, so, for a bit, it w
A World UnseenDarkness surrounds me, crushes me as it impedes closer, ever closer. Fingers reach out, clawing at my face, my entire being, with icy pinpricks that stab through my skin and shatter my soul. How did I get here, to this place of thick ebony nothingness? I am huddled here, tiny as a speck of dust floating in the air. Alone. Completely and helplessly alone in this world of emptiness.
"Nothing. This is what you are; absolutely nothing." A voice whispers in the eardrum shattering silence. His voice is so quiet, so faint, but when I crack open my eyes there is nothing but the pitch blackness to greet me. Alone. Alone here with not a single soul to save me.
"Why do you even try? All you do is fail. You are nothing. You mean nothing to us!" A woman's shrill voice blasts through the empty, the black now. The fingers begin to reach for my ears, clawing and stinging mercilessly. Hopeless relief leaks through me, tiny drops on a leaky faucet. They at the very least covered my ears from the
Hetalia x reader part 2
Your closed eyes stung by a light. As you opened your eyes slowly, you saw that the light came thought the window. You sat up and you guessed that it was morning already. You noticed that you still had headache, but the pain was less than before. But you suddenly heard your stomach grumbling. You wondered if the others were here and awake and if you could stand up. So you decided to give it a try.
You sat up on your bed and your legs were a little wobbly you tried to stand. You eventually stood up, but you sat immediatly sat as dizziness blurred your vision. You rubbed your head and shut your eyes tightly.
"Damn I thought the headache and amnesia was the only thing that I have." You thought. But you didn't notice that someone came in your room. You shocked as you felt someone grab your shoulders gently, but your shock fade as you saw that Italy knelt down at you. He frowned and his closed eyes showed concern.
"Bella, are you okay?
Close-up DistanceHands on the table. Fingers tapping a quiet oakwood rhythm. White, feathery page opened on the screen. The print of a photograph right beside it - small girl, dark skin, donor clothes with an American flag sewn up front. Only bruised skin and shattered bones, crying with joy over a sip of water, scared by the lens directed at her.
Hazel eyes regaining Focus on the words that wait to be written. The tapping changes, Wood turns to plastic. Stray hair blocking the view, Hand flipping up to remove it. Pause in the flow.
This is too much time to think. Stopping and staring at the Screen, retracing the letters that turned out so wrong. Hazel eyes staring down the pitiful, mournful words that almost make them water. One thundrous hammer of the index finger and all is gone. Back to the feather, to the incomprehensible that needs to be caged in 500 words.
A twist of the office chair. Facing the wall now, everything to get the photograph out of the mind. Recounting what she learned by heart: Dat
Dawn's Vorish Morning(Soft)Okay. Let's get some things out of the way here.. First, this is actually my first story I've written so it might not be all that good..But hey, if you're willing to read this anyway, go for it! Second, this is one of /those/ stories. You know.. Soft Vore, Belching, that kind of stuff.. I've already seen a few of those stories so I decided to make one of my own. If you don't really like this kind of stuff(Soft Vore, Vomiting, Belching), just avoid reading the story. This is your warning. ...Anyway, for the people that stayed/wanted to read this..
In the distance, a few snoring creatures could be heard, deep in the forest. One of them was starting to awaken, opening up her sharp, silverish eyes. she yawned loudly opening up her maw and revealing its sharp-looking incisors. The large beast got out of its protective position, curled up against the blue catboy sleeping beside her. Purring in his sleep, he kept wiggling his ears up and down as the dragoness looked down at him, waving her ta
Tango Of Arms Under The SeaMy love, how could this happen? Why did this have to happen?
In my mind, I'm heartbroken at the sight of you
Your eyes no longer good, but filled with brainwash
I cry at the sight of you confused
The real master behind your emotions
Has you playing at the limits of his puppet strings
I don't want to fight you
I don't want to lose you to this battle of arms
Although I may have been trained to fight
I can't fight you
Your eyes are filled with hatred and evil
I'm prepared to bring you back to my side
On the inside, though, I'm so scared
I'm terrified because of the unknown turnout
Please come back to me...
Don't listen to this dragon
He knows nothing about a free life
Only through Jesus may we earn a life in heaven
As our battle stances remain steady and balanced
The evil one tries to graze his hands over my ears
As if he knows who is on my side
I cannot be conquered by the evil of this world!!!
Tears pouring and pouring on the inside and stern face with anger in
Didn't WeEden on the Lake was a terrible tap revue. There were a hundred blonde-blue-eyed dolls changing outfits thrice as a nod to the shows of a time before hydrogen bombs. We’d lost the art of it somewhere in between that and napalm. You could tell by looking at their footwork that at least half had been cavorting with the director in one way or another, though the ladies who could tap their way to heaven (if they wanted to) were sequestered in the back line.
The whole room smelled like dust and feathers. I sighed onto the arm rest with a lapse of judgement to find that the last patron in my seat had left behind their gum, but my suit was only a twenty-dollar-find from the consignment shop. You couldn’t pay for things with war bonds anymore like our daddies used to. The crusty man in the ticket booth didn’t even offer a veteran’s discount.
There was a seat between me and a man still in his uniform who was trying his best not
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