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Two Worlds - Chapter 1Shameless Claim
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"Speak now, thy worthless tramp of Satan!" The court erupted in an uproar of boos and hisses at the handcuffed man. The chains rattled beneath the booming voices as the man fought back tears. Amongst hearing the intimidating voices, he flinched and yelped as a wooden chalice thwacked him in the head, landing before the judge on his desk. The judge slammed down the gavel and rose to his feet. "Who dare throw the chalice upon my desk?!" The judge hollared this within the court, silencing even the smallest of flies. Everybody looked at each other, except for the young man who was sobbing through gritted teeth.
"Aye, it was but me," a young girl soon said as she stood up. "Your honor, this man, this devil... He made me do this sin. He tempted me " She covered her face with her trembling hands. "The devil has found his way to my hear
Like Father Unlike Son - Ch 1
Narrator: Cody Rhodes
Rain. Thats all I could hear was that hard, rushing rain outside mixed with the roaring engine of our bus. Everybody was exhausted from a long night at the arena. However, I dont think anyone else feels sick to the stomach like I do. I had to close my eyes every time I felt like throwing up my small dinner. Basically, I kept my eyes closed the entire time. It always happens when Im stuck in Mississippi.
My stress left my mind as I heard and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. With the noise ringing in my temples, I pulled out my phone and looked down at it. (1) New Text Message! it informed me. I flipped my phone open to see a message from Ted.
Hey, gr8 nite. C u @ the hotel. Vince gave me the info on our nxt match. I heaved a sigh. Just get me out of this state first. Afterwards, we can talk. Right now, Im suffering too much crap.
K. c u l8
Takerist High - Chapter 1
***THIS CHAPTER MAY BE REWRITTEN IN THE FUTURE!!!***
Takerist High Story 1
As narrated by: Darak and Thanatos
If you get confused between the both of us, we shall put symbols next to where we begin speaking. Ψ will be used for me, Darak. And Ŧ will be used for my best friend, Thanatos.
Our 3-hour break, which we call Lunch Hall, is the best. Before our final classes, we get 3 hours to eat lunch, work on homework, and wander around the hallways... Anything! However, as long as its in school grounds. Trust me, the school is huge. Why would you want to leave? The best thing of Lunch Hall is when you got nothing to do. Then you can enjoy a couple of hours in the auditorium with our guest performer, Oleg. His Ministry name is Ike (Pronounced Eye-kee), but he doesnt like being called that. Although he is a blonde, which symbolizes an edgehead, we all love to watch him perform. Oleg usually brings an acc
My Thanks To You
I still remember...
All of those times where my goals hit walls
Where I just felt myself sink into deep water
When I couldn't speak out
'Cause I knew I'd just be wrong.
I was losing my grip in my future,
I was at the end of my road...
I still remember...
When I saw someone I could relate to
How he was like an angel in black clothes
Spiritually, something was reaching for me
I kept hearing a deep voice echo,
Speaking words that brought tears of joy
to my own eyes...
I still remember...
That one dream where he hugged me close
Whispered in my ear, "Never let go"
Awakening me to realize this.
I'm just not trying hard enough,
I need to keep going.
Here I stand today...
Walking down that road
Knocking down every wall that comes towards me
Trying my best to smile at Reality for what it is.
With a mind full of gratitude
I am still waiting for that day.
Thank you, 'Taker...
Down that road that once ended,
Through that forest where once was light,
Within that city where once was people,
Under those bridges where life was struggling,
In that room where tears were shed,
Up those stairs where others are waiting,
Someone moved on.
Get Out Alive - Ch 1
All are invited to:
A Surprise Birthday Party
Located: 1669 Luc Lane
Time: At sunset
No RSVP Required. Just step right in!
No signature or anything else. Just a small amount of information in a ruined index card. Did I mention the stench of blood?
The card was only sent to 6 different people. Each one had the same reaction; confusion and fear. Who was this card sent by? How did the person know where they live?
Though all they could think of now is how to get to the address in 5 minutes. With the sun beginning to set, time was wasting.
1669 Luc (Pronounce Loose) Lane led these 6 people to a large mansion. There had to be at least more than 10 rooms. Clouds began to form over the roof of the man
My Last Mistake - Final
Chris...Chris, can you hear me? I felt a strong coldness against my temple, causing me to flinch with pain and chills. I opened my eyes halfway to see my Lord standing by me. His arm was bandaged up, and he had a couple of bandages all over his cheeks. I held onto the towel which covered the ice pack, feeling my jaw ache with whatever hit me. Through a faint mumbled try, I managed to respond.
Mmm, yeah, It was barely a reply. I turned away a bit to spit out a tiny piece of a tooth. The pain overwhelmed me again, causing me to wince. As I reopened my eyes, I soon noticed Thanatos laying on the window seat, off into a deep sleep. Her whole upper body was covered in bandages, with burn marks on her face. Thats when I remembered the bright flash of fire before I passed out.
She really took a hell of a lot of pain. I looked back at Taker, who was calmly looking at Thanatos. I was expecting to get a bigger fight than her...
My Last Mistake - Part 4
It didnt help to see time go by quickly. My heart was in a race with the fast time, feeling like itll nearly burst. I ran over to the door to find Thanatos, but two guards from the outside had the door closed shut. I pounded on the door, scared for my life.
Please, let me go find Master Thanatos. I cant fight this thing alone! I got no response. I rammed my back right into the door, feeling my nerves explode as I slid down to a sit. It was now 9:59. Seconds nearly counted down through my mind. Although the time was intimidating, the darkness kept me mostly alert.
Before I knew it, the clock struck 10. Ten tolls of the church bell echoed faintly through the window. Each toll sent a chill down my spine. Is this the last I will hear?
Chris...My senses settled barely, hearing the familiar whispers of the shadow. A smile weakly emerged on my face as I rose to my feet. The red eyes appeared, caus
My Last Mistake - Part 3
T-Tonight? My voice cracked up as my throat became dry. He only nodded, seeming unharmed by my reactions.
It may even be more than one, seeing how high in power you are.
The rest of his words trailed off. I was too lost in thought to even notice drops of rain hitting the lid of the urn. Taker tapped my shoulder, bringing me back to Reality, and led me back home. Every step I took... The farther I walked from that building, the more I felt eyes look at me. Something felt like it kept following me, like a stalker. Throughout the forest, I heard whispers. Something wanted me. Something begged for me. I didnt know what it was, or why it did. I had a good feeling what it couldve been, but I refused.
We finally got home after a long walk through Deathly Woods. I walked inside drenched.
Would you like me to dry your coat, Sir Jericho? A spirit of an old butler appeared in front o
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 2
Deadpool was standing around, playing a handheld game console, then looked up and noticed the camera was focused on him. "Oh!" he said in surprise, "We're back? Well, it's about freakin' time! I swear I beat this game a bajillion times by the time you got back to me!"
White: Technically, it was only six.
Yellow: Really? Seemed like a lot more. Guess time really DOES fly when you're having fun.
"So, to anyone who missed the first fight, here's how things are goin' so far..." Deadpool said, cueing a chart.
RED Team: 6 (Soldier, Scout, and Pyro are dead by now)
"Yeah, I killed the guy stupid enough to wear grenades on his bandolier, the loudmouthed kid, and the axe-crazy pyromaniac." Deadpool filled in, "So, c'mon! Bring it! I dare ya-"
Deadpool flew backward. The Demoman had regained consciousness after being clunked in the head by half a baseball and was now brandishing a grenade launcher with a giddy smile on his fac
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 1
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all…
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was quiet in the RED fortress, its nine resident mercenaries just settling down from yet another conflict with the BLU Team.
But none of them could have been prepared for what was about to happen next…
Intruder alert! An unknown entity has entered the base!
The administrator’s voice rang throughout the entire RED headquarters, earning the attention of every member.
“An unknown enemy is in the base?!” exclaimed a man in a heavy, red coat and an army helmet on his head.
Faster than he usually did before, the Soldier raced to his armory and grabbed his usual weapons: shotgun, rocket launcher, and shovel in that order. As he marched down the stairs, the administrator spoke again.
Protect the base!
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
The voodoo that will do. Ch.16Chapter 16- Confusion, Confusion, and more Confusion!
*+Musical Intercourse Wit picture flips of all the characters...All but one*
*We left off last time with D+D, HM, and Mew walking in the forest*
HM: e~e are we there ye-
D+D: Arrrgh, matey!! We be not there yet!!!
Mew: Straight ahead!!!! *points*
*HM looked where Mew was pointing, revealing a neighborhood, the neighborhood with the heros' house*
HM: There's my home!! *runs to home*
Mew: Waaaaaait *follows*
*HM almost trips, but makes it without a scratch to the door of his house, waiting for Mew. Mew was tumbling down the hill, and then...CRAASH!!!*
Kiko: *opens door* hello li- o_o HM?! And....and....Whoever ye are!!!
Mew: My name is Mew -~-
HM: X___X aaah-hooow my leg D|
HM: *limping down the hall* ow....ow......ow...OW........o_o- OW X_X
Mew: o_o You ok, Du-
HM: No, I am...not.....ow....ok...e___e
Mew: o_o ok....
HM: *walks...er...limps by Mew* I'll b
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