Parallels: A healthier alternative by petit-squeak, literature
Literature
Parallels: A healthier alternative
“Not good, not good…”
A lean young man walked in a quite hurried pace in the middle of a slightly crowded downtown, despite the haste on his walking he did not disturb the other pedestrians, quite the contrary, he had a clean aura of professionalism and courtesy, emphasized by his impeccable white work shirt and the always elegant pair of formal black pants; His reddish fox tail danced behind him as he advanced, careful to no bother anybody else and his foxy ears flicked above his short reddish “mane”.
“My schedule is too tight…why did this had to happen?” the young fox asked himself as he l
I knew something felt odd since the very moment I had my first conscious thought for the morning, but these sightings before me were the undeniable confirmation of everything going wrong.
I did not panic, most people would have given in to frantic screaming and uncontrollable sobbing, but not me, despite what my eyes perceived from that mirror, I am rational man, and I wouldn’t give in to panic.
“Hmmmph” I grumpily groaned to myself in a voice not quite familiar to me as I stared at that slender feminine figure the mirror was showing me.
I began to examine myself, the long flowing cinnamon colored curls felt very real to
Parallels: A healthier alternative by petit-squeak, literature
Literature
Parallels: A healthier alternative
“Not good, not good…”
A lean young man walked in a quite hurried pace in the middle of a slightly crowded downtown, despite the haste on his walking he did not disturb the other pedestrians, quite the contrary, he had a clean aura of professionalism and courtesy, emphasized by his impeccable white work shirt and the always elegant pair of formal black pants; His reddish fox tail danced behind him as he advanced, careful to no bother anybody else and his foxy ears flicked above his short reddish “mane”.
“My schedule is too tight…why did this had to happen?” the young fox asked himself as he l
I knew something felt odd since the very moment I had my first conscious thought for the morning, but these sightings before me were the undeniable confirmation of everything going wrong.
I did not panic, most people would have given in to frantic screaming and uncontrollable sobbing, but not me, despite what my eyes perceived from that mirror, I am rational man, and I wouldn’t give in to panic.
“Hmmmph” I grumpily groaned to myself in a voice not quite familiar to me as I stared at that slender feminine figure the mirror was showing me.
I began to examine myself, the long flowing cinnamon colored curls felt very real to
A young man laid on his bed, clad only on his plain looking striped boxers and a towel on his face. His body could definitely be described as athletic but it was obvious that there still was a long road before he could achieve the perfect condition for his goal; the very fact that he could barely move after the match (and taking a bath) was a reminder that he had to hone his body further.
His room was spacious and tidy, perhaps the maid had cleaned it while he was on the game, who knows, he hardly messed it up anyways, he liked it well kept, specially certain "precious treasures". The room gave a vibe of upper class: the furniture, the wall
A Boarding School Painted Blue by petit-squeak, literature
Literature
A Boarding School Painted Blue
"I can't believe you're doing this to me"
A young boy no older than ten complained to his parents as he found himself trapped in that small blue car that was about to deliver him to what he felt was, of all destinations, the worst possible.
"It's just going to be for one month sweetie, you'll see us sooner than expected," his mother commented while putting a pair of shades on top of her long and pointy nose, covering her pale eyes from the blinding sun penetrating the windshield, "plus it's just a boarding school, it's harmless" she added as she put the blond curls on top of her head in check.
"You well know that being put in a boarding sc
It was a beautiful autumn day, the weather was oddly ideal for all kind of outdoors activities waiting for whoever wanted to have a good time, not that you would notice by looking at the group of teenagers wasting their time in front of the TV, source of the dim light that held them from the complete darkness of that living room.
Three teenagers laid idly on the couch staring at the TV with bored expressions, the girl in the couch rested her head on the boy next to her with familiarity and trust, letting her auburn 'mane' descend over his legs, using the long sleeves of her pink hued hoody to cozily warm her body; The boy didn't mind at all,
"I don't want to wake up yet "
It's funny how my first conscious thought is how much I wish I wasn't conscious yet. The bed was so comfy and inviting, it hugged my body tightly and smoothly, so warm and comforting. Even if I was awake, I didn't open my eyes, surely if I didn't let the light hit them I could just fall sleep again, that would be delightful.
But something was not right. No matter how comfortable I felt, something was not right, but what is it? Perhaps it could be something to ponder later, once I am actually ready to wake up, for now I just will relax and plunge into the land of dreams.
NO. This i
Day 1
Lately, I've been having this awkward feeling, as though my life is so boring and meaningless that it's driving me nuts. In an attempt to retain my sanity, I've been searching for something that can change my life. It's not a big deal, just something different that can keep my mind busy.
I got into basketball recently, and I couldn't have done so at a better time. This could be the change I was looking for, being involved in a sport is also a great hobby. It'd keep my mind and body sharp and it would even get me in good shape, what's not to like?
This morning felt particularly cold, even for a winter morning, so I decided to wear my
Hi, my name is Jayce and I have a message for whoever might be reading this.
I do not expect you to understand why I am making such a big deal out of this, nobody has so far, but I have this feeling within me that it is important that I record these series of peculiar events, important for me and, most likely, important for you.
I lost my favorite pen.
That pen meant a lot to me, physically it wasn't very special, save for its scarlet colored body, it was just a regular pen. It is silly, I won't deny it, you may even laugh at it, but I loved that pen because it was like a lucky charm for me, it was a precious source of confidence and inspi
He walked down the hallways with a firm and elegant stroll, slowly and carefully removing the blue latex gloves from his hands as he made his way to the door, disposing them along his surgical mask in a nearby trash bin. He was satisfied with the work he had done as accentuated by his proud expression, another excellent operation executed with mastery and care, all that was left was to announce the good news.
He opened the door at the end of the long hallway, immediately meeting with a couple eagerly waiting on that empty room for him. The waiting room had an aura of cleanness and purity, it felt like a very professional and modern complex,
A couple of young boys walked back home together, mind you, not to the same home, but a common route as they lived in the same neighborhood. The place they came from was of no importance; rather, it was their seemingly irrelevant chatter what was of interest.
" So, get this " the blond and pale skinned boy said already in mid sentence to his shorter, stubby friend, "in this dream I appeared as a younger, better looking and more effeminate version of myself " he described.
"Even more feminine looking?!" his friend chuckled, "how would that even be possible, eh Faust?!" he said mockingly with a deep and raspy voice.
Faust just
(This one's a bit of an experiment pushing my own writing comfort zone regarding characterization and some stylistic matters. The subject matter is also one I've not heavily read up on, and this was initially meant to be much shorter than it was. As a result, it is somewhat clumsy in pacing, style, and writing. Please accept my humble apologies.)
Lowell hated his life. Really, he had for a long time, but now even more so, particularly because he was now stuck in a caged wagon left outside that damn cave. Like everyone else in his village, he had accepted the need for a yearly sacrifice to appease the spirit in the cave, right up until that y
Chocolate Chip Changes - TG by Princess-Kay, literature
Literature
Chocolate Chip Changes - TG
"I'm, coming,. I'm coming," muttered Brian, annoyance tingeing his voice as he made his way to the front door. Another barrage of knocks echoed in his ear down before he managed to finish his next step "You'd think that the universe was gonna fall on my head or something if I didn't make it to the door in the next three seconds, or something, the way you just keep bloody knocking!" His hand gripped the handle, smooth metal sliding against his skin before he hesitated. He glanced through the peep hole, grimacing at the sight of Alecia on the other side of it.
He wondered for a moment if she'd heard his voice too clearly to get away with a li
Dave scrolled through his school's organizations website, hopeful to find something that would pique his interest. However, as he combed through the site, he continued to come up with no results that interested him. He scrolled and scrolled until he had had enough. There were actually no clubs for him to join at his university. That surprised him. Getting up from his desk, he check his phone for dinner plans. Audrey had texted him asking if he could do eight, half an hour from then. That would work - he told her yes.
Dave met up with Audrey outside their dorm, Jameson Hall, and they left for dinner. As they reached the dining hall, they ran
The Boy Ballerina
A gift for Ballerina Boy.
There was once a boy who loved to dance to all kinds of music. Jazz, hip-hop, rock, classical, hed dance to it all. It was as if the music cast a spell upon him, sending his body into motion, gliding across the floor with the grace and energy as an animal at play. Only, due to his shy nature, no one knew of his talent, his passion for the dance. He often felt depressed, passing a dance club or hearing music when he was out with his friends. The boy so wanted to share his love for music and dancing but his shyness would always hold him back. One night, he prayed to find a way to defeat his sh
I look in the mirror and see you,
But you're not me,
At least not the me I want to be.
I look at you,
But I don't see me.
All I see is a slab of meat,
A cage of flesh,
Trapping me.
You hold me back,
Stop me from being my true self.
Why am I shackled to this form?
Prisoner to a body I cannot love.
When I look at you,
It is with disgust.
How can I care for myself,
When you're all I can be.
Living a lie,
That is what I do.
Living a lie,
It must be so.
But why?
If only I could show the true me to the world,
If only I could free myself,
Escape the Prison of Flesh,
The Cage of Bone.
A new form is all I desire,
One that is
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream. by On2XSecretProbation, literature
Literature
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.
"I dreamed about her again last night, Doc."
Louis is a Baton Rouge native who last year was assigned by his company to run their small but growing London branch office. He has done a good job continuing the growth. It is a solid position for a young up and coming executive. Showing he can function well as head of the London office will show that he can work at the worldwide corporate level. He is currently speaking to a therapist who prefers to be called an analyst, thinking that his use of the term will give him a credential that will attract more clients.
"Did you love her," asked the analyst.
Louis had been looking out the of the groun
Warning: Pulling a Cait Sidhes tail may result in unexpected and dangerous reactions. Including, but not limited to, spontaneous transformations and death.
Learning Curves
By
Cait Sith 29
Dear Mr. Anselm:
The Committee on Admissions has completed its review of your application for the class that will enter the Arizona State University this August. Although your application was considered favorably by the Committee, we regret to inform you
That was as far as Luke got before reducing the letter to a pile of scraps inside a dustbin. There was little point in reading past a word like regret. Fourteen letters and they alway
It was a nice day for a ride. A good day for a ride on my bike, but the thing was, it was also halloween. I was assigned Candy duty at home while my sis was out at a party and my Dad was out Jamming at some halloween events. I had reached the top of a favorite ridge on my favorite bike route around the city, right along a tributary of the main river that supplied water to the vast city that is my hometown.
I had Shoulder length brown hair and was clad in a green camoflage jacket, blue jeans, black socks and a graphic tee which the graphic was glow in the dark, typical fall clothing I would think.
I lost myself in the winding pathways, windi
Joesph was... Well, to put it easily, he was a manly man. Not necessarily 'I'm-into-cars-and-bikinis-and-drink-beer' type of man, but he didn't like to show any sort of feminine emotions, like crying or caring, and usually liked to talk down on a lot of things. Not in a bad way, no, it was just a simple, robotic response that he always blurted out when he thought something was not of his taste: "That's too girly."
Everything he saw that deemed 'too girly' was immediately criticized by the dreadful statement. Why dreadful is used was because his sister, as well as his friends and even his mom, was sick and tired of hearing that statem
He walked down the hallways with a firm and elegant stroll, slowly and carefully removing the blue latex gloves from his hands as he made his way to the door, disposing them along his surgical mask in a nearby trash bin. He was satisfied with the work he had done as accentuated by his proud expression, another excellent operation executed with mastery and care, all that was left was to announce the good news.
He opened the door at the end of the long hallway, immediately meeting with a couple eagerly waiting on that empty room for him. The waiting room had an aura of cleanness and purity, it felt like a very professional and modern complex,
Today i decided i would do something different, something i seldom do, actually use my journal as intended.
So i am going to tell you about "the land of fright and nightmare", aka the somewhat ironic nick name i have for my dreams.
If anybody is even there paying attention to what i do (which i don't blame anybody for not doing so), they would know i've mentioned a couple of times that things on my stories are often adapted from dreams i had, which i am aware of the crazy implications, but im not going to talk about how damaged my sanity is, the point is my dreams are filled with weirdness.
So you might be thinking "big deal, we're all wei
So Equestria Girls...
I GOT EXACTLY WHAT I EXPECTED.
seriously, what's wrong with y'all? it was fine, it wasn't the end of the world.
why were you all screaming doom and gloom? i don't understand the fandom sometimes.
knock knock, who's there? IT'S A GIRL'S CARTOON, GET OVER YOURSELVES.
It was adorable and i loved every bit of it....well except for the portrayal of snips and snails. What you did to them was not cool movie :C
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