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Writing Exercise 2, CompleteThe bottle shook, rattling. Pills fell against each other in the tremors, clicking on the orange-golden plastic of the container. Their name was written on the label. Shaking white hands fussed with the top, tugging, pressing, twisting. It opened with a jerk, contents spilling out onto the tile floor of the bathroom.
In the dark, the only light came from the street lamp outside, barely glowing orange through the window. The boy sat still, gray eyes darting haltingly to each caplet as he counted, lips barely moving as he mouthed the numbers. Seven, Five, Nine, Ten--
Shaggy black hair fell in front of him as he shifted onto his knees, the rest of the pills clattering down as he dropped the container and supported his weight on his hands. Twelve, Four, Nineteen--
He took a pill between his thumb and forefinger, raising it up to his mouth to push it against his tongue. He crunched down on it. One. He re
End Chapter with Richard"Richard!" Damascus cried happily, all traces of the cold face gone. He was alight, pulling the adorable boy into his arms, nuzzling his cheek.. Richard squirmed uncomfortably, his wheat blond hair inherited from his mother, the same with his small form, large round eyes, and soft pink lips. Hudson snarled and pulled Richard away from their father possessively, earning a pout from the man before he reached to take him back. Hudson stood, pushing Richard onto the chair behind him, and Damascus scowled up at Hudson. "Richard, get out of the way," he demanded.
"For the last time- I'M HUDSON," the dark one growled. Turning around, he glared at Richard. "What are you doing here anyway, fairy-pants?" Richard scowled up at his other and said, "You can't just bring me to some place I don't know in Europe and leave me so you can go drinking! I followed you, you jackass. Now take me home." "Richard, give daddy a hug--"
A Chapter of HudsonHudson stretched after finishing his third drink, talking to Damascus about the recent developments in his life, the way sons sometimes conversed with their fathers. It was a game of catch up, and Damascus enjoyed it because he could watch 'Richard's' face. For Hudson was Richard, and yet they were nothing alike. Born of Richard's mind and power, Hudson was a will all of his own, and certainly not someone to be trifled with.
He was daunting and oppressive, cunning and cruel. And he took great pride in his creator. Stalking Richard was one of his favorite hobbies. It was a time to observe, admire, and even to protect. Though he traveled often on his own, seeing sights and making tracks for himself, it was to Richard that Hudson would always return. For darkness was always drawn to light, and to Hudson, Richard was as bright as the sun.
"You have your mother's eyes, Richard," Damascus smiled, reaching
A Chapter of DamascusThe bar where Damascus stood was filled with humans, though of course he wasn't having his private conversations out in the open. Pocketing his cell phone, he headed down the deserted back-exit hallway, pleased that this time around there had been no one was loitering for 'make-out lane.' He headed out to the place where the walking snacks were dancing about, and just as he reached the edge of seclusion, he straightened. His warm smile froze into an immaculate mask of harsh superiority.
People stared, women and men alike, and he ignored them all, raising one finger to the bartender that knew him well enough by now to get his drink. It was placed in front of him, and he picked it up with slender fingers, bright green eyes looking out into the crowd. A young woman blushed when she met his gaze, but he stared straight through her with disinterest, letting her know that she was far beneath him. No human was good enough for h
A Chapter of EvanEnnis appeared snickering, running his fingers back through his hair before his bright green eyes met those of his brother, the slightly smaller vampire having sharp, defined features, and platinum blond hair. He looked absolutely beautiful, and at the same time absolutely cold. He smirked at Ennis as he poured two cups of tea. "I don't really like tea, Ev, you know that," Ennis said as he sat down. He snatched up a pastry from the little tier tray at the center of the table and popped it into his mouth as Evan pushed the tea in his direction. "I made this batch just for you, Brother. You'll like it." Taking a sip of appraisal, Ennis grinned and made a noise of delight. Swallowing joyfully, he took another pastry and devoured it.
"Father dearest is running awfully late today. . ." Ennis said as he looked at the clock on the wall; the hour was ten past one, and their date had been scheduled promptly for Midnight.
A Chapter of EnnisA chuckle slipped past smiling lips, and the vampire stepped out of a stone wall to greet the Priest, walking along beside him. "Another inductee to the Order of Fellsi?," asked the man in an amused tone. A look was not given to the athletic ginger. "That makes three this week already, Feliks. My cousin must be getting frustrated without a man inside her." The ginger made a narrow escape from the werewolf's punch, and a crater was placed into the wall behind him. Feliks growled low and dangerous, turning his head to where the vampire had teleported. "You know I'm not talking bad about her... Damn stupid dog. If you're so sick of Ellsi fucking other guys, why don't you just go push her down already? I'm sure she'd love it. And I KNOW you would. How long has it been since you've had sex now, Feliks? Could it be ever since you've been busy with that American pup?"
Feliks didn't respond to th
The Transformation PolkaThe Transformation Polka
Two young women got out of a car and started walking toward a slightly run-down hotel. They were both dressed in jewel-toned knee-length dresses, and looked almost like sisters, especially with their long brown hair done up in identical up-dos.
“Seriously, Maria, what on earth possessed the student council to have prom here, of all places?” asked the slim one in the shimmering green dress.
“It was cheap, Ginny,” replied the slightly taller one in the wine-coloured dress. “We had to find an alternative to the gymnasium thanks to the repairs. Besides, there are other advantages to the location.”
“Other advantages...” Ginny looked around, and her eyes widened. “We’re right next to a freaking nudie bar, how is that an advantage?”
“It’s a topless bar,” Maria replied absently. “My uncle Leo works there, though he’s taking the night off t
A Little Help: Flannery TG (Trade)
Tyler was an avid Pokemon fan. He's favorite generation was easily the third generation. Recently, he had recently received a strange copy of Omega Ruby, the remake of the original 3rd generation game from a strange shop at the corner of town. Being the big fan he was, Tyler jumped at the chance to play the game a few months early. Tyler played through the game, many of the Pokemon he caught were grass type. He was set for a while, easily going through the game for the most part. However, Tyler hit a road bump upon arriving at Lavaridge Town, a gym battle there. In that part of the game, the gym leader trained fire type, most of his Pokemon weak to it. Tyler lost to the first trainer in the gym taking a motivational hit. He kept trying, until he realize he needed to train more. Tyler spent a good few hours leveling up his Pokemon so their weakness wouldn't have such a huge effect. For the most part, Tyler advanced in the gym much easier than before, he did lose a few battles,
TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?
"Bleak, what's your status?" The voice of mission control, aka my best friend Jet, resonates through my ears. It was hard to hear him over the sound of gunfire. Behind my helmet I gritted my teeth, the readouts weren't good.
"I'm out of ammo for all weapons but the 'GoLaser' and that only has enough charge for five shots. Currently surrounded by..." I chanced a look out from behind my cover, I was fired at almost immediately but I managed to get a rough idea of how many there were before ducking back. "...about 10 hostiles and the shield systems are at critical." I winced as the torn material of my suit tickled the fresh wound on my arm. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it out of this." My words might have sounded grim, but I was smiling, this was exhilarating.
"Right, you'll have to chance a finisher, convert remaining shield power to the GoLaser." I could tell he didn't like the plan, but it did seem like the only way
"Roger." Snapping the handle of the gun into a port on the buckle o
What Dreams May Become 5 (Multiple TFs)As promised, the fifth installment of Corrie and Roman's adventures below is a compilation of TFs that you all requested. I received so many that I had to split it into two parts. I used as many suggestions as I could (that would make sense in the story). There were a few that I'm saving for future installments as well. So thanks to all who contributed, and, without further ado, the first part of Corrie's "Transform-a-thon"!
The day before college had finally arrived. I woke up before Roman, and grabbed a list that lay on my nighttable. “Things I'd like to be,” was scribbled on the top. I studied the paper, wondering which form to try first. After all these weeks with my new husband, one would think the excitement of his transforming me would have dulled by now. But in fact, it was quite the opposite. He had promised that the day before I started college, he would turn me into as many things as I wanted. I suspected this was partly to get it
Bluebell's Perilous Picnic It was a truly beautiful evening. The moon was full and seemed to fill the entire sky, illuminating my forest home as brightly as the sun. It was beautifully warm without a breath of wind, bringing a serene peace to the inhabitants of the city of Daffoville. But the air was far from still. It was filled with the sound of an orchestra performing the latest composition from Mosszart, our greatest musician. Pan pipes, harps made out of reeds, violins and cellos made out of dried leaves and countless fairy bells could all be heard.
The conductor was not only controlling the orchestra, but used his baton to direct the swirling mass of fireflies twisting and pulsating through the air above. They responded to the changes in speed and volume. When the music was soft, they swirled softly and emitted a low light. When the music was loud and energetic, the fireflies picked up the pace and shone even brighter than usual.
The annual concert of the full moon was certainly a magn
1 - White as SnowThe shrill ring of the phone caused Gina to jump in her seat. She fumbled for the receiver, almost dropping it twice, before bringing it to her ear.
“Hello, welcome to Solergeni. You’re speaking with--”
“Gina!” Rob’s voice barked down the receiver, making her jump again. “Where’s that delivery boy? The Demo’s in an hour.”
“Yes. Sorry, sir. Um. He hasn’t come yet to pick up the--”
“What? What do you mean he hasn’t picked it up yet?”
“Well, uh, I’m still wait--”
“He’s meant to be here already. I need to set up for this thing. How are we going to sell this product, if we can’t show people that it works?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Well then, do something, Gina! Fix this.”
“Yes, of cour--”
The line went dead before she could finish. Gina put the phone down for a moment, then dialed the number for the courier. He didn&
Darkest Depths: Part Three - ResurrectionFeaturing Crowe, mentioning Berach and Graínne
Early Autumn, Year 759 of the New Age
The Redwater, Blackwood
The words were familiar. The voice was familiar too. The strength behind it, the authority was enough to make her want to stir, but she was so tired… Her lungs ached, and all of the rest of her was numb with cold. There was no air here.
Open your eyes, child. Your time is not done.
If she’d had any breath, she would have sighed in exasperation. Why? She was done. She was dead. Why couldn’t she just be dead? She’d killed that demon and now she could die. She’d avenged her mentor, killed that stupid Oathbreaker and now it was her time to die.
She is not dead.
Crowe’s eyes creaked open, and light stabbed through them and right i
The Locker Room - (G/T RP and Vore RP)The Locker Room - (G/T RP & Vore RP)
You wake up slowly. You have no memory of what happened , especially not how you ended up inside a giant (Look at option choice 1) It smelled strongly of sweat.
The only thing you could remember was getting sucked into a big sphere of bright light and then ending up here.
You look outside of and see your inside a giant high school locker room (Can be men's room or woman's room.).
Soon, you hear a bell ring and soon the room was full of giant creatures. They all shower get dressed and leave again. You still remain inside the article of clothing when suddenly you feel like someone is watching you. You look up and you see the giant owner of the clothes you hide in staring at you...
What clothes does the giant find you in?
A. Sock, shoe, sandal? (For foot fans)
B. Underwear, boxers? (You get the idea)
C. Other (Anything else nothing 18+)
What do you do?
B. Your lucky day!
C. Give yourself up
D. You decide
Finally, what do you want the giant to d
A Bearded SoireeSpring, Year 759 of the New Age
Silverthorne, West of the Silverstone River
Without the weight of his horns, Skarth felt light and airy. His long, spiraling antlers had dropped not but a few days ago. Normally, it made him feel naked and uncomfortable but, this year, the removal of the extra weight was much appreciated. It allowed him to think clearly, something he found he had found extraordinarily hard as of late.
The low rumble of the river breached the treeline but, having just left its refreshing waters, he did not turn. Instead he stuck to the trees, enjoying the sound of the birdsong as he walked. It had been awhile since he had had some time to himself. The end of autumn and the beginning of spring were always the busiest seasons for him. While most of the herd were beginning to see him in a different light, thanks to his advancing fire magic, the vast majority still
Writing Exercise 1It fell the way many things fell from that world- as a strike of lightning to the earth. A tree split down the middle, falling apart in a blaze of terrible beauty, framing the figure with orange light. It stood on unsure legs, knees buckling with a desire to give, body twitching from crackles of electricity winding around it.
Water flooded down from the black clouds in the sky, hissing in the flames and drenching the soldier clad in white. The simple tunic hugged her meager frame like a lover, rippling in liquid-like manners both thick and fluid. Her boot covered feet tottered forward in the mud, sticking and peeling, sinking and sliding. She tumbled like a marionette with its strings cut, face splashing in filth on the ground as strands of snowy hair were clumped together by the muck.
Her hands sunk into the sludge as she rose, mouth hanging slightly open as she softly, slowly panted. Droplets beaded and fell from her n
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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