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Raxacoricofallapatorian MonstersSmelly green beings,
Larger than any human,
Intent on Earth's destruction.
Tricky to spot as they
Hide in humans' skin.
Expelling toxic gases.
Ending our lives.
Not as long as we know thier weakness.
Statues of DeathAlways waiting patiently,
Never making themselves seen.
Greedy beings always searching for a meal.
Extracting your potential time,
Living off what would have been.
Sorrowful beings...and sorrow they bring.
Robots of SkaroDestruction they bring,
Anywhere they go,
Leaving piles of corpses.
Eliminating all life to,
Keep the race pure.
Save us before it is too late.
BD1: Diary Day IThis time round the challenge has posed a few difficulties for me. Firstly I sprained my wrist whilst doing the garden work, and then further damaged it at work. This has made typing and using the mouse sheer agony, and at times, darn right impossible. Nonetheless I promised Hypermagical I would participate so I was determined not to back out just because of a that…I still have one fully operational hand right. Then once I found myself starting I soon noticed I actually had an attentive audience awaiting for my daily submissions and so my promise to Hypermagical quickly found itself extended to my fellow participants who I have drawn on for that extra boost of ambition to see it through to the very end.
The second difficulty came in the final week (flashbacks) as having wrote submissions before of each of the week’s topics I was in rather a pickle as to where to go with the topics without being repetitive…I’m sure others shared this dilemma. Having this problem
BD2: Diary Day IIThis time round I have really felt a sense of community between us fellow Souljournalists throughout this challenge. The conversations with Bloodawni, VickyandRaq , Quina-Chan and Eremetik have allowed me to delve into the lives of others whilst simultaneously revealing my deeper layers without fear of judgement, helping us forge out new friendships. Particularly with Eremetik who I think for my most part we are on a similar wavelength.
Having said that it seems that our community has become a small, tight-knit one as there was a very limited number of participants this time round. However as the old mantra goes ‘Quality over quantity’ and I’m sure we can all agree that the quality of the content has been an absolute marvel. Truly top rate entries time and time again by everyone who has taken part. Add to that the commitment and drive that has gone into this challenge by the participants to make it work is testament to how hard Hypermagical has worked to put it all to
Descriptive PortraitureYour eagerness to begin our first day together, in person, was as bright and warm as the golden California sunshine that crept playfully into your window. You waited to wake me only for as long as you could stand to, then tousled my hair and spoke to my jetlag-stricken self in singsong until I stirred.
Your own dark brown tresses, unbrushed, fell flawlessly around your face and onto your pajamas-clad shoulders as you responded to a few e-mails on your laptop. The contrast between your skin and hair in the light of dawn was absolutely striking. In mid-dress, I whipped out my camera and sneaked a picture. You mock-fumed when you heard the shutter click.
"Don't worry," I reassured you. "I won't post it anywhere."
But I did, and thank goodness you were forgiving. It was too perfect not to share. Even my smarting eyes could tell that your face had expressed the utmost sense of joy and serenity.
* * *
That blue-and-white-striped Hollister shirt had been a staple in your wardrobe for ne
Adventures of a CarAs I surveyed my car while my father in-law's phone rang, I considered the events which had led to this. Remarkably, I wasn't angry or upset. In spite of losing my car, I wasn't panicking. Rather, I was quite level-headed, and would soon share a laugh.
Purchasing the car had been a necessity. Just after replacing the radiator in my 1993 Buick LeSabre, I bumped into a Jeep Grand Cherokee which was traveling at about 35 miles per hour. The slight bump unhitched and bent the hood, knocked out a headlight, tore off the grille, and, to add insult to injury, bent the brand new radiator backward over the engine.
The replacement was a 2000 Ford Focus wagon. The dealer had obtained it at auction with only 58,000 miles. It was previously a corporate car. I had high expectations on that basis; since it was previously owned by a corporation, I was of the impression that the car would have been in good shape. After all, a company would care for its assets.
I had not expected what would follo
UntitledIn the midst
The hardest part of a fight is often around round six and seven depending on the length of the rounds. In an even match you have scored and been punched in equal measure. She seems so much stronger than you now and your first wind has all been used up. You do not listen to your second as she cleans you and uses an ice pack to stop any swelling or nasal adrenalin swabs stuffed up your nose to quell the blood dripping onto your chest and bra. You feel slightly sick and wonder if you will throw up. She thrusts the mouthguard in and jolts your shoulders back to bring you back to the fight. “Seconds out, round seven.” Suddenly you are up on your feet and your opponent is snarling and on top of you so quickly. The first few stinging blows to your head and body somehow flick a switch to bring you out of your lethargy. You smell and feel her near you, her concentration is on hurting you. Such desire, you are the sole focus of her attention. This is not romantic love, i
S.M.I.L.E. - His CurlsThe first thing I ever noticed about him were those dark curls of his. They were so wild and thick, making the giant defensive tackler seem like a small child. It was my first time seeing someone with real, natural curls. A part of me wanted to stand on the tips of my toes and reach my fingers up into that untamed mess, but I held back. After all, I didn't even know his name.
We only shared science and study hall together, sadly. Our lunch periods were the same as well, but he always sat far away, surrounded by his friends. Whenever I was able to, I would sneak a glance over at him before quickly looking away whenever one of them were to notice me staring. I could never seem to bring myself to talk to him, but for some reason he always seemed to notice me anyways. He would redirect me when I got lost in the hallways, made an effort to bring me into the conversation, even convinced me to participate in the dreaded School Spirit week.
It was such a strange concept to me. We had neve
Basculin (has 2 forms)
[Mega Charizard X]
[Mega Charizard Y]
RIPPeople say it as a casual thing, as a thing pressed with emotion but only with enough so that they can feel a slight lightening on their heart. “R.I.P., Rest In Peace.” But do they know what it’s like to say in passing of something that you never truly understood until after the fact? I make excuses. As true as they may be, my intentions are questioned. My intentions were true and real and gripping, left me feeling empty and tired and scared, like a shell of a being. As I watched him struggling not to be taken behind that door, looking at me to save him from being ripped from me, all I could do was cry and feel this pathetic sort of helplessness. I could have stopped it all right there, said “No, nevermind, we don’t want to do this.” But no matter the wants I had, I knew it would be better than waking up to a dead, blood-bloated creature laying limp and lifeless in my arms.
For days all I could do was cry and vomit. Even now, remembering him in his s
Momenti da ricordare: primo incontroL'attesa sul treno, l'ansia, l'eccitazione.
Provare a dormire sul sedile, non riuscirci, pensare...
Come sarà, come non sarà? Ci sarà intesa? Sarà bello?
Stazione dopo stazione il treno va, la voglia aumenta, l'ansia cresce.
Ti vedo per la prima volta e l'ansia sparisce.
Ci sorridiamo, un po' imbarazzati.
Un bacio di sfuggita, una battuta, una risposta, un solletichino fatto quasi per scherzare...la tensione si scioglie.
In macchina guidi tu e ne approfitti.
La tua mano mi sfiora la pancia, mi stuzzica i fianchi, provoca, risale, riscende.
Io che tento di fare il duro, rigido, trattengo a stento una risata.
Le tue unghie passano leggere attorno all'ombelico ed esplodo, mentre tu sogghigni...
Sull'ascensore siamo soli e adesso sono cazzi tuoi.
Mi sfuggi, ma sei chiusa in un angolo.
Le mie mani trovano i tuoi fianchi, li stringono
La bocca è vicino all'orecchio "Sai che dovrai pagare, vero?"
Le dita stringono, solleticano, ti contorci ma non ti lascio
Special: My History of TG (1 Year Celebration)Hello, ladies and gentlemen, my name’s Xellows1, and today is a special today for me. One year ago, I started up this profile, ready to explore all that the TG community in deviantART had to offer. Never would I have expected to be an active member of that community, writing TGs for hundreds of people to read and enjoy. And, while it may seem unnecessary for some (I mean, it really does mean absolutely nothing to you guys), I want to celebrate the occasion. Plus, I want something new out there to make up for the epic crash that recently hit me that destroyed all work I was planning on to release this week. So, I’ve decided to talk about my history with transformations, TGs, deviantART, and Xellows. This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a few weeks or so, and now seems like a better time than ever to do so. Let’s not waste any time and get into it.
Now, I’m not sure when you guys first got into TGs or TFs, but for me it was at a very young age. 5 or
The Ring Out of the many things in the clutter of my house, there is only one thing that truly holds meaning, mostly for me, but for my grandmother, too. This object happens to be a ring, passed down for four (technically three) generations. It belonged to my great-grandmother, Mary Zimmerman. Mary had passed it to my Great-Aunt, Nancy Zimmerman. Nancy had passed it to her sister, or my grandmother, Mary Olt, and since she had no daughters (only four sons), she had given it to me. I felt important to be given a ring that ties so well into the history of my family, instead of one of my female cousins receiving it.
When I had first received the ring, I thought nothing of it. To me, it was just a dumb ring. Now I see the importance of wearing something passed down through the generations. When I first got it, I just threw it into my pink jewelry/music box, filled with jewelry that I never wear, and forgot about it. That was about eight years ago when I deteste
W3: D2: CampingI have only ever been camping once and that was on a long weekend to Hemsby (near Great Yarmouth). Me and a mate went as a treat to celebrate my GCSE results (mostly A grades except for geography and IT which were B grades). Even though it was mid-July it was cold and rained most of the time…typical British weather, as the old joke goes “How do you know when it is summer in Britain? The rain gets warmer.”
I remember one funny incident happening during the first evening as we were pitching up the tent. We had managed to secure the first couple of pegs into the ground and were working on the third when suddenly the first peg launched itself from the ground, shot up in the air then plummeted back to Earth smacking itself on the car bonnet and bouncing off. We both stood there in a state of surprised paralysis momentarily before erupting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as the bizarre event took place.
All in all in was a good few days and as soon as I got back home
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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