Ran againWere Done.¨I were done,¨said the boy.Where did cubey go?Once the boy drew manyrubes-a-no... cubes.My error.So anywaymaking hayWas Pete and JayJay said to Pete¨Get up off yer feet!¨Going -sorry...Go in and meetSome nice ol mary daisy.¨Then Pete said ¨Sure¨He got off the floorAnd ran to the doorShouting ¨This time I may Just go crazy.¨Low and beholdPete found his goldAnd proceeded to have a baby....Well, not physically but hegot someone to be his wife and stuff
I Am.I´m outta here.To Greece I will goMeet me thereAfter I have grown.A Man I will become.Maybe you will join meOn my fertile patch of land.Let´s get marriedOnce I am a man.Don´t worry about the babyThe trees that encircle my landWill protect her and give her companyFor this is my Space of Love.
The Beloved and Us.Around the earthBlows the breath of God.His children, beloved and adoredAre all given boundless power.Through the power of the heartThey were given all the universeTo govern and command.Ancients were theyAnd they loved and cared wellFor all the EarthChildren of the Earth,Beloved of the FatherGiven, the fire of loveTheir holy name was Love.Boundless were the Ancient´s joyUntil the Great Insanity began.And here we are todayLost.Is this the end?Have we lost our joy?Our love?Have we lost,What it is that we treasure most:Our life?No.No matter how much we suppress or subdueThe heart´s impulsesIt will always remainAcross the universeSpanning all the EarthEmbracing everyone´s potentialLoving all for who they AREAs loveI will try,For AlexandraAn
Interview of a dandelion.INTERVIEW EXCLUSIVE!!! The following interview is the weed´s first say on the matter. 20 Q and A with a dandelion. Q: ¨What are your views on 9/11?¨ Dandelion: ¨I don´t know really. I am, after all, a dandelion. ¨ Q: ¨What would you do if someone pulled out your neighbor but NOT you?¨ Dandelion: ¨Considering that I am, after all, a dandelion, I´d say that that would upset me dearly.¨ Q: ¨What would you have to say about global warming?¨ Dandelion: ¨Well, I would say I do appreciate the hurricanes as they do disperse my seeds well. I am, after all, just a dandelion.¨ Q: ¨What´s your favourite colour?¨ Dandelion: ¨I´d have to say yellow.¨ Q: ¨What religion do you follow?
Hopes and dreams.A day and a night.A breeze of a windSoldiers marching onDaylight creeping outSinging of an ancient timeWhen the song was still the sameMarching in the gloomy daysWhen streets were lined with slimeCalling out and pleadingWith the mists of space and timeShe hears me all too clearlyBut space and time sink deepWalking through the jungleAnd I see a light aheadA shack built sound of timberNed... ...what?
InappropriateThe walls are now closer"Hold me" I sayAnd a tear wellsSliding, falling down my faceA tear fallsA tear fallsSoothing is a tearOpeaning is a tearA tear is the heart's greatest compassionOnto itselfI said to holdMe, a hopelessWater HoleI knowDon't disillusion yourself"But I want her"Will you cry with me?But that was thenI am not sadOnly contentThis heart is filled with peaceA letter to the publicThis is not for herIfIf you are wonderingIf only you knewMiracles happenNoKnow only thisI will stayMy heart agreesThere is no other way.
Sub, missionCharmeleon says:Today is Three of the past clock fifteen.Wass a turtle?BULBASOAR into the sky with a feathered wing, and behold...Lost the plot times 10!!!!Seriosly, though, the, point, is, no , ONE, COMMENTED ON TOMMOROW WE RISE OR THE WET. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEAPLE!!! dnt u no genius wn u c it?
Spice of smell, voice of bells Faraway, the spice is gone without. The wonderous golden life is with the ocean, and I am but a river. But carried on the wind, sometimes a speck, or two bells land together, and then the voice, lovely, wonderous, unpredictable. A great space between me and the leaf, the sparkling rain forest. The sun comes out, and all the raindrops become mirrors of the sun. Mud and the stars, where I am the mud. I am unwanted, trampled by animals and washed off by men. And yet... She is the stars, no ladder to reach- -"DREAMING!" mud thinks. Here are two eyes, outshining the stars.
The Great RaceI crack my knuckles and touch the ground, stretching my calves the way Olympic runners do before a race. The gravel spikes at my palms; my muscles burn from the stretching. Jogging in place, I breathe in short bursts that form into clouds in the chilly air.Max paces back and forth next to me, holding a clipboard and waving his pen like a conductor. My body is so full of electricity from the anticipation that I want to slap him as hard as I can just for the sake of letting go of the tension. Instead, I crack my knuckles again, making Max cringe in a satisfying way.Shaking it off, Max checks his watch before pushing his glasses to the top of his head. “Four minutes,” he says, reading off the clipboard. “The race starts at the fifth period bell. That way, you won’t meet any teachers in the hallways who are running late, but there might be some girls still rushing to class after lunch.” He looks up, scrunching his eyebrows together. “Although I really
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).4. St. Sebastian of M
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.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
Punished to FattenJane was the more abstinent of Sally's two kids. She could be quite mean sometimes. Sally was sending Jane and her brother to her mom's for the summer which would be nearly twelve weeks. Jane would start her senior of high school next fall and her brother would be a junior, the kids were older than most of their class mates due to repeating a grade or two because of frequent moves in their early school careers.She worried about them gaining weight staying with her Mom, but she really had no choice. Sally's Mom was obese, she loved to cook and loved plump children and feeding her grand children was a favorite hobby of hers.Sally dropped the kids off after the long drive to her mom's. She asked her, "Mom, please don't over feed them, I really don't want them to gain too much weight this summer. I know you will let them eat more than I do, but promise me they won't get too fat!" "Oh Sally dear, I wouldn't do that.
I was forced to wear dress as a girlThis is a true story from when I was 13 years old of when I was forced to wear girls clothing.My parents were going away for the weekend, me and my sister spent the weekend at our grandmothers house. My grandma lived alone with her cat and was eager to have us over for a few days. She greeted us at the door with a big hug and lots of love. The day was great we had fun and was looking forward to the rest of the weekend.When I went to go and have a shower I gave gran my clothes to be washed, half way through having the shower it suddenly dawned on me that I had forgotten to bring the bag of clothes that I'd packed. After having the shower I explained to my gran that I had no clothes with me, and we couldn't go and get the bag because we didn't have any keys to the house. Gran paused for a moment and left to go and get some clothes. After a minute or two she came back, and to my surprise she came back with a frilly girls nightie. (At this time I was really quite happy inside, as I was a
Becoming the Baby - ABDL Story - PART 1Two sisters, a little bit of tension, and an instant truth or dare game. That's how our story starts, meeting two girls - Jamie and Jacklyn. Jamie is the older of the two, Jamie being 18 and Jacklyn being 13 but in some cases acts like the younger of the two girls, teasing her younger sister constantly, calling her a baby because of her height.Jacklyn being irritated at being called a baby decided to start her master plan. "Come at me, baby. I choose dare.", Jamie said, teasing her sister about her height.The truth or dare game started normally, the younger sister insisting on playing Truth or Dare with her older sister, the older sister accepting, and then it starting. Ice cubes were put into the pants and shirts of the girls as a dare, making them wiggle all over the place. As well as the run around the house screaming as loud as you can, and do a prank call. This game was getting serious though.."One more dare and then we're done, okay?", Jacklyn said to her older sister."Alrigh
My first time crossdressingHello. This is my first crossdressing story. It's from a first person POV, and it's fictional but there are some aspects of my experience, I just changed the names to protect the innocent. Now here we go-------------------------------------Greetings! My name is James, just James for now. I live in a home with my parents in New York. I'm age 17 and I have an older Sister, Sara, who is three years older then me. Oh, and did I mention that I'm a crossdresser? I guess I should start from the beginning.Well, it all started a few years ago, when I was 15. The date escapes me, but it was the few days that were after my Sister's Sweet 16th party; we held it at a fancy Hotel and it was themed to one of her favorite movies: Cinderella. Sara wore an elegant blue gown, just like Cinderella and her long dark brown hair, similar to mine, was in a very festive knot. She usually has it loose all the time, but during the party, she decided on a knot. Well, the few days later in question, was
A Summer's GainA Summer's Gain By: Ned FoxJennifer was slim, petite and pretty. Not a devastating beauty, but certainly cute. She liked to wear clothes that showed off her figure. She did not wear provocative clothes, but she liked bikini lingerie and bathing suits. She really liked to wear short skirts, mid-rift bearing shirts, short shorts and the like.Jennifer's father had recently re-married after Jennifer mom had died of cancer. Her mom had been a real exercise freak and worked out everyday and many times more than once in a day. Jennifer felt it ironic, that her super in shape mother would die relatively young, while some of her friend's mothers were overweight, lazy and health wise were okay.Jennifer's new step-mom was what is commonly referred to as a "trophy-wife". While her Mom was slim and pretty in a natural way, Heather, her new step-mom, was always totally made up and dressed to the "nines".Heather did n
My Baby Sitter [ab/dl]Disclaimer: ab/dl story, read at your own risk“A babysitter?!” I asked, incredulous that they would even suggest something so childish. “Mom, Dad, I’m fourteen… I think I can handle you being out of town for a night.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, trying to give the impression I wouldn’t budge. Mom and dad were standing in the hallway door frame, dressed up nicely for a night out on the town. Mom was in makeup, dad had a tie, and they both smelled like perfume and cologne.“Listen, Thomas,” dad started, a stern look bearing down on me. I didn’t like the sound of this; father only used my full name when I was in trouble. “Your teacher e-mailed us about your grades. Do you want to pass this year or not?” How was this even remotely related?“I-“ father cut me off mid-sentence, like I didn’t exist.“You’ve also lied about what you’ve been doing when you ride o
TomTom had red hair.