Aphrodisiac ShowerAnother hard day of work comes to an end.Aphrodisiac Shower by Inevia
I feel exhausted, my whole body aches.
Ever since I got promoted I chose to sleep it off.
It really has been way too long since I had some time to myself.
Whatever happened to all the manicures, pedicures and massages? Am I letting go?
I need to let off some steam. Every one of my muscles is stiff from this office job.
Checking my phone I see my friends talking about the best massage of their life.
Sounds exactly like what I would need right now, but I don't really have time for it.
How sad! Spending years of my life trying to get that promotion and ending up with nothing.
My lust for self satisfaction becomes even stronger.
The ride home adds to my already unbearable exhaustion.
It feel likes I have reached my limits.
I step into my apartment, kicking the heels off of my feet as I walk down the corridor.
Throwing the keys on the table, bag on the couch. Same old routine.
Just standing there for a minute, letting my feet cool off
Breath“We’re sorry to tell you this…but your son is in the hospital.”Breath by MJKnowItAll
These few words are ones I fear so much every day. Not because I worry about getting into an accident or a stupid bar fight or even death. I know death will always be around and I’ll be ready whenever it comes. But I fear those words because I don’t want to die from what I feel is the silliest of all…. asthma.
To some it may sound stupid and to others it may seem like I am making fun of asthma. But growing up with it, when you start coughing and the mucus begins to clog your airways, when you start gasping for air like a fish out of water, your vision starts to go blurry…. That fears me the most. And why does it worry me? Because I died .
It was my senior year of high school. The year where no shits were given and everyone’s main goal is to pass and walk down that isle to get a diploma. The year where many of your so called “friends” will decide to leave you
The Howling The moon. It’s something unique, something mysterious. It hangs high in the sky at night, sometimes shining bright as a candle lighting even the darkest of nights. It’s almost like another planet, but uninhabited by humans. But no one knows of the moons full power. The power to bring out the monster in us all, the violent natures that flow through our blood. The power to send us in a state of fear and confusion. Something that you normally only see in a horror movie.The Howling by MJKnowItAll
“We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you this urgent news update. Another murder has occurred in the outskirts of New York. Within the past three weeks, a total of eight bodies have been found violently attacked by what appears to be a wild animal of some sorts. Police are still digging into this strange string of murders and are advising everyone to be safe and protected on their way home.”
“God, I’ve had enough
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Hi Everyone!! Bienvenidos (mira bajo)
Welcome to Writing-4-life, a group where you can share your skills and inspire others to write amazing things!! This is a group for poets, fanfic authors, original story writers, and watchers alike to comment, critique, and give ideas to one another.
Join right ahead and submit some amazing literature! Who knows, today its DA, tomorrow...it's the Bestseller's list.
Being a small group, we'd enjoy some support...so invite your friends on DA, watchers, the people you watch, and others to come and join in the fun! You can also help by suggesting affiliates so we could share the inspiration!
Anyways, It's sorta necessary that I lay down the law, here:
> not too inappro-pro. Let's keep this group rated PG-13, k?
> don't troll/spam/cyber-bully/stalk/creep upon any other member of the group. It's just rude, and if reported, your membership in this group will be taken away from you, please contact if something happens as well as normal procedures.
> 10 deviations a day, until our gallery starts getting out of hand
> It's nice to be nice.
> Put your deviations in the right category... please? We have lives to, it takes time to sort and file things that can be easily done by the person.
>It is automatic acceptance but submitting artwork like drawings is rude and a hassle for those of us who have to check to clear it out.
> Have fun, and enjoy!!
Well, anyways, thanks for visiting our page!!
Bienvenidos, personas de paises como España, Nicaragua, Argentina, Colombia, Costa Rica, Puerto Rico, y otras al grupo "Writing-4-Life" un collecion va a hacer creado despues de 2011. ¿Es posible nos da tus poemas y historias?
Gaze the SkyTo create is the essence of life. So was written by a Roman, who since long only his withered bones remain. Who his name was, Leo have already forgotten, even though he just closed his eleventh-grade world history textbook and stuffed it inside his bag. Everything were forgotten with the ring of the bell, including the sleepiness during the whole time the boring old history teacher lectured, because after the bell has rung, there is freedom.Gaze the Sky by INH99
Except for that one sentence. Why? He did not understand. Was it because it was poetic? Surely not. There was something, something buried for long, inside him which was talking.
The dry smell of dust and wood. Piercing eyes, watching. His clothes soaking from perspiration.
He shook his head. Why must he remember that event? Leo stood from his seat and slung his bag. He scanned his surroundings. In the class, there were only several students left at the very back, doing some form of project, whatever it was—even if that project w
The Last JobIn this universe, only the most heartless will survive. So has been my way of living for years and years.The Last Job by INH99
Until that fateful day. The day when I did my last job as bounty hunter.
It was a rainy day as usual in my home planet, I remembered, the torrent blurring the lights from the huge skyscrapers and sky-cars passing overhead. My usual shady employer gave me that job. “Destroy this,” he said tersely, handing me the coordinates. I questioned him no further. He has his reasons and I need the money.
The guards of the spaceport were not a problem for me. They never were. While usually one needs to fill in all those boring paperwork to leave the planet, I simply boarded my beloved quick little freighter. With an ever-satisfying roar of the ion engines, I quickly escaped the busy planet’s atmosphere and headed for the Moon, where the coordinates were.
The Moon was no less a commercial center than the planet, fueled by mining companies in search of precious metals. And t
Just an AdventurerThis world is unbelievably unfair.Just an Adventurer by INH99
Why, from a million chances, must he journey here, now?
May those soldiers be damned. May those selfish merchants be damned. May those new Khagans be damned. May his father, who had this crazy idea, be damned. Why must he, Piero, from the old and influential House of di Martino, curl up in this filthy, dank cell?
Come to think of it, it was just a little more than two years ago he knew that his full name was Piero di Martino. It was just a little more than two years ago he started this madness.
Republic of Venice, June 1226
From onboard the sailship that slowly picked up speed as the Adriatic winds sped up, Piero waved. He waved to his friends, to his house, and to his lovely city, Venice. The fine floating city off the shores of Italy, built above mud and trading gold after the zenith of Rome’s power has past.
And now, for the sake of trade, did he journey to a land far away on the end of the w
JusticeAs he flung open the heavy oaken doors that creaked loudly as he walked past its great arch of a frame, he saw his father on the far side of the grand hall, clad in golden robes and shadowed from the back by the brilliant sunlight that filtered through the great stained windows behind.Justice by INH99
His father, the King, sat up from the Throne of the Dragon, his arms pressed against the dragonbone armrests to help lift the thin, frail frame under the flowing robes.
Except for the two of them, the grand hall was empty. Even from afar he can see that his father is different than the last he saw him, when he was given the Legion to destroy barbarian campings to the mountains of the Divide. When his captain informed him that Mare has fallen into anarchy brought on them by the doings of the King, he rushed at once.
The man upon the throne was not his father, King Riga the Great. He could not be.
Prince Valerius dared step closer, his steps echoing in the cold marble which is the floor of the hall. Step b
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