Une vie - A lifetime (poetry) by Exnihilo-nihil, literature
Literature
Une vie - A lifetime (poetry)
Douce était notre étoile
soyokaze ma soeur
lorsque tu vins au monde
enveloppée de feu
orangé jikoju Le pin sous le nuage
cueillait ton souffle pur
et la neige au printemps
sous tes pas légers d’air
blancheur frêle tamon Mystère et crépuscules
lointains yeux fatigués
labeur tambours de guerre
sous l’ombre de nos fleurs
bleutées fraîches zocho Rapide et vertueuse
bourrasque inattendue
nos âmes amarrées
au-delà de la plaine
pourpre chaud komoku Une ombre te frappa
froide et parfois sagace
mais ce qu’elle ignorait
notre lien par-delàl’oubli Sweet was our star
soyokaze my sister
when you came into the world
draped in flames
orange jikojuT...
Positive Feature Poem: Merfolk by RTNightmare, literature
Literature
Positive Feature Poem: Merfolk
gliding across the ocean floor
they are the angels of the sea
in a kingdom of pearl and coral
everything elegant as can be
many legends tell their tales
of shipwrecks and pure love
these people with fish tails
are a mystery to those above
if a melody from the sea calls to you
listen closely and you might hear
the merfolk tell their real story
so the truth will become clear
SW: Arrival by PeridotPhoenixx, literature
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SW: Arrival
The sound of an engine roaring filled the lush forest as a Lambda-class shuttle flew overhead, the sun’s light reflecting off the grey starcraft’s exterior as it soared through the near-cloudless sky. 5 clicks away from its destination, the small transport ship found itself accompanied by two tie fighters flying alongside the shuttle. One of the two pilots inside the transport pressed a few buttons to open communications shortly before transmitting over the clearance code. The two ties promptly flew ahead to guide the Lambda to its destination; a pair of large snow-capped mountains.
Both mountains appeared rather normal and untouched from the exterior if it were not for the two rings carved into each to create massive hangers, a closer look revealed the inorganic interior lined with turrets ready to shoot down any unwanted aircraft. The two tie fighters broke off and flew downward toward the lower ring hanger while the Lambra-class entered the upper, wings folding upward as the ship
Delivery Driver by HarrisTarvis, literature
Literature
Delivery Driver
As I drive down the lonely road, the only thing I can hear are the soft whimpers of the bound and gagged girls coming from the back of the van. Quietly sobbing through their gags, trying to plead for any kind of help.
And at times, I think, how did I end up in this position?
Honestly, it was because I didn't do well in math.
My senior year of high school, I was a decent student at just about everything, I could write, I could recite Shakespeare, give an oral report on World War I...but I just wouldn't do math to save my life.
I bombed my SATs 3 times over my math scores.
Any prospect of going to the state universities with my friends was gone.
And as everyone else showed off acceptance letters, I had to hide my rejection letters in shame.
Looking back, I probably should have just done a few years at a community college or a trade school.
Only, both were looked down upon and I just wanted to move away from my parents and start a life.
But then I saw an ad for art school. I was a fairly good artist and looked into it. All I needed was a good portfolio and they didn't care about math scores.
I thought this was my way to a good future. Maybe end up in Hollywood as an animator or do kids books.
Fast forward to after art school. No job offers and I had a mountain of student loan debt. It was as much as a medical student.
I tried really hard to do what I could. Moved back in with family. Worked 3 jobs. But I was always coming up short and the collection notices kept piling up. My parents took out a loan as well and it was coming back to haunt them. There were threats of losing our home.
My parents would never admit it, but they regretted taking out that loan.
One of my jobs was a delivery guy and one day, I took an order to the rough part of town. I didn't want to know what was in the package. The recipient was a suspicious looking man. He looked well to do but it was like he was hiding something.
Upon the 5th delivery to him, he noted how I was the one honest driver who didn't steal from his packages. He liked that and asked if I wanted to make some real money.
Thinking of my parents and paying off those loans, I was curious.
Before I knew it, I was wearing a ski mask and told to drive, don't ask questions, just wait to be loaded and deliver the goods to their destination. I was heavily cautioned to never sample the goods.
I didn't know what that meant and honestly wanted to back out but the man gave me a wad of cash and told me I'd get the rest upon delivery .
My first night, I drove the van into a dark alley near the downtown area. It was a mix of nightclubs and seedy looking establishments.
I waited and waited until the backdoor flew open and a pair of girls in skimpy club wear were tossed in. They had their hands tied behind their backs, ankles zipped and duct tape over their lips. They were blindfolded as well. A masked man said ,"check your phone for coordinates and deliver them ASAP. Remember, don't touch them!"
The door shut and I drove off. 2 very attractive twenty-something aged girls struggling in their bindings. One was a brunette, possibly a Latina. The other was a redhead. Both were leggy. Short skirts riding up to reveal their panties.
I did think about maybe letting them go and running away myself. But these guys knew where I lived and worse, my parents. So I kept on driving to the GPS location.
The area was loaded with riverside mansions, one of the richest neighborhoods in the city. Basically the richest people around.
I drove on up to a gate and was buzzed in. It was a long winding road through a little forest.
Armed guards met me at the drive way as I pulled up.
They opened the back and hoisted the 2 struggling girls over their shoulders. It would be the last I'd see of them. But not the last time I'd see this particular mansion.
A large man wearing a bathrobe knocked on my window and I rolled it down. "New driver, huh? Nice to meet you. Thank you for bringing me my order. I've had my eye on their Instagram for weeks and just had to have them!"
He handed me a wad of cash, "until next time! And the more the load, the more the money!"
I drove off, wondering, did I just deliver girls to the Mayor???
That was years ago. My parents would ask what kind of job I had. I would just tell them I still work in delivery.
I kept telling myself when I get those loans paid off, I'd away.
Well, they have been paid off for months.
And yet, here I am, with a van load of sorority girls in their panties and night shirts. On their way to that mansion.
As I gazed over their hot little bodies, I thought...time for a new car...
Black Rose The Blackest Most Beautiful By Design by FroggyArtDesigns, literature
Literature
Black Rose The Blackest Most Beautiful By Design
I have gazed upon the softest petals
deeper than the night, its perfume
lingers on my mind.
Of the greenest stem and leafs of
heaven's groves, a bud like no other
in black velvet under cover,
for the others are painted red.
Ode to my black rose, it grows
in the deepest depth of my heart.
This thorn of beauty and
night is plotted in rows
to grow my poetic design.
I hope my black rose brings
you peace and comfort, and
reminds you beauty is in
the design.
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The original title for the poem is, To My Black Rose The Blackest Most Beautiful By Design. It doesn't fit on the website so I cut it down to fit.
Da Pacem Domine by FacelessBuster, literature
Literature
Da Pacem Domine
I will not let any stop me from doing what is right.
The world has given into itself a fury that is unrelenting and unforgiving in its cruelty.
It feeds off of the suffering of brother and sister, of father and mother,
And many believe this to be the natural route of the evening sun.
That as all things rise, so too must they fall.
I have never held such views
Things that rise will continue well into the heavens above our heads and beyond.
The stars that look down upon us will soon be seeing us as equals,
Not to mock or fear.
We have met the stars before. It took work. Hard work.
Endless work.
We learned as much about ourselves as we did the heavens.
And it left us wanting such enlightenment again.
I will not let those born of hate corrupt my Brother and Sisters
They will not have any more say over what is to be done
Than a child does over their supper
For that is what they are. Children. Crying for they have not gotten their way.
It is not worth it convincing such enemies of
Rotta's Revenge by Ajonesindy, literature
Literature
Rotta's Revenge
Nar Shaddaa
There is no place in the known galaxy that has a higher concentration of crime and debauchery than Nar Shaddaa, the largest moon of the Hutt Space capital Nal Hutta. There, anything could be bought, ranging from rancors to judges, bounty hunters to nights of passion with ten different species at once.
In fact, this story begins in one of the moon's many sex clubs, a place named 'The meat trunk', owned by Rotta the Hutt. He was in his private room, watching his slave girls dance naked on stripper bars for his amusement, having long removed their dancing clothes. But then one of his men came in.
"Apologies for the interruption, Lord Rotta, but one of our contacts has learned something interesting."
He handed his slimy master a data pad. On it, Rotta saw a holo image of a woman, and underneath was her name. Rey Skywalker. Anger found its way into the Hutt's slitted eyes. It was Leia Skywalker who killed his father Jabba all those years ago, and now another Skywalker was
Desorganique origami by Kloubtz, literature
Literature
Desorganique origami
Les braises de brise
éteignent mon cœur éventé
j'ai vu la fée Morgane
il faut m'organiser
dans la lande
de Brocéliande
je m'en brosse, de la lande
des broméliacées
de la viande
je vole comme un droïde breton
mélancolique sous le gui
le vol du bourdon
je porte une chemise à potiron
svelte
pas celte
petite cocotte de papier
en atelier de confection
désorganique origami
abysses et désordonnées
quand la secrétaire du patron de l'habit tricote et s'ennuie
quand on a le cou cassé
devient-on un invertébré
coût de la vie
et hop, je passe sous le bureau
de ma patronne préférée
mollusque de la moule
slurp
on a envoyé des hommes-grenouilles
pour prédire le temps
le bocal ne suffisait pas
dans la forêt
les chênaies sont la mémoire
et leurs enfants enchaînés
sont à donner aux cochons
réflexion du miroir
mon réflexe c'est de le casser
concave ou qu'on vexe
me réfléchir à quoi
de malheur j'ai 7 ans
je suis un désorganisé d'horrible gamme
caravaning de Bretagne
de caravelle
dans la troupe
Thorr and Loki: Globular Summer Gods by Mopatop12, literature
Literature
Thorr and Loki: Globular Summer Gods
( A Fire Emblem Heroes USSBBW short story. )
The scorching summers over the Kingdom of Askr always wrought out many of the Heroes within the ranks of the army's band of Order of Heroes' to slip out of the typical uniforms and stations to come out and flock along the sandy shores, pristine waters and clear plains while all decked out in more freeing attire suited to giving any of the soldiers taking the trip a much more relaxed, stress-free experience as a moment of repose from the more hard-fought battles against the kingdom's barrage of enemies.
Many men and women took to the chance of sporting flashy and revealing swimsuits, bikinis and so on in the previous years. The excursions were hardly just an excuse to relax in the shimmering sunlight. After all, the majority of the benign looking accessories were actually functional weapons. The purpose of the comical spade-swords and starfish-daggers was for the more active recreational pastimes, like a competition in athletics or, as
Lusamine's Aether Floatation [CM] by TheShadyAttic, literature
Literature
Lusamine's Aether Floatation [CM]
Two sets of footsteps pounded through the stark white halls of the Aether Foundation. Gladion’s lungs burned from how long the chase had gone on for. His heart pounded and his legs ached from the miles of hallway he had sprinted through, but he knew the end was in sight. At the very least he counted his blessings that he had dodged the more populated wings of the facility. “Wouldn’t be easy taking on more than we already have…” The imposing figure with him seemed to nod as they ran together. It had no true name and was only referred to as “Type: Null,” but it was the key to saving Alola from doom. Whatever his mother was involv...
Airport Slime Possession by MissxMiaCass, literature
Literature
Airport Slime Possession
A cool mist settled on the airport just out side of Dublin.Color barely licked at the sky in the quite early hours of the morning when the goo-like creature pulled into the Airport parking lot stuck to the underside of a cab. It had been three days since it’s escape from the lab. Three grueling days of squelching around and learning to use its gelatinous form in ways the scientist’s that created it couldn’t even dream.
A brown leather heeled boot steps out of the vehicle followed on the opposite side by a pair of sharp black dress shoes. The doors closed in unison. The Goo slipped down the wheel well and onto the dirty pavement sending a ripple of discomfort through the pink puddle. As the couple unloaded their luggage on the ground,the Goo saw its chance, squeezing into the two inch hole of the women’s carry on, hiding amongst her personal affects and laptop. The goo began soaking into her jean jacket, in hopes of avoiding detection by security. As it was being carried through the airport it used its “senses” of deciphering vibrations to “listen” in. The Goo learned it was being transported to America by a couple of Humans named Cassandra and Jake. Continuing to observe through the whole it watched and bided its time, this game of escape in its current form couldn’t last forever.
Soon Cassandra separated from Jake to use the restroom one last time before the flight. The Goo felt itself be put down on the flat counter. It created a translucent stalk poking out of the hole to “see” its surroundings revealing it was near a sink in a two person restroom alone with Cassandra. This was the opportunity to take its prey that it had been patiently  waiting for. As the stalk retracted back into the bag, the normally squishy creature became taut as it gathered itself out of the jacket.. If it failed here it would surely be caught. The toilet flushed and soon the stall door could be heard closing behind it. The clack of Cassandra’s leather heeled boots filled the room. The slime being could now see her as she washed her hands. Cassandra was 5’4 with an athletic petite frame and a C cup bust. Messy dirty blonde hair framed her cute face. She had Forrest green eyes and well manicured hands. A tight off white long sleeved knit sweater dress hugged her body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. Cassandra pulled the hem of her dress down to better cover her ass when she noticed a small patch of messed up eye liner.
Opening the bags zipper, Cassandra spotted the goo and unbeknownst to her the goo spotted her, letting out a ripple of excitement. Her mouth hung a gape in shock and the goo did not hesitate. It rocketed up her arm like a liquid snake, diving into her open mouth. Cassandra’s jaw stretched to its limit as she let out a muffled scream. The pink form continued to push forward with zeal, knocking her back against the tiled wall as it continued to surge down her throat, it’s visible form slowly getting smaller. As it continued to disappear into her body Cassandra desperately grasped at it but too much of it was insider her, spreading into her limbs and filling up her tight form, sending waves of pleasure and pain where it settled. Her head snapped back as the last of the slime entered her body. “What the FU..” Cassandra started to say when the goo began to start merging into her nerves making them its own. The pain and pleasure spiked causing her to let out a breathy moan, filling the bathroom air. Her hips bucked and rocked as the slime continued spread through-out her form syncing in deep determined to win its new sexy form. She grabbed her temples wincing and let out a sharp gasp as it began entering her head. Soon her whole body was twitching and spasming trying to resist the commands of its new would be owner.Her breathing turned into more of a sexual pant as it turned to overwhelming pleasure. Her back arched as she let out one more futile gasp before she slumped back against the wall, her head hanging as if she was unconscious.
Her breathing slowed to normal as the slime stood up, a coy smile playing across its new lips as it took in the sensations of its/her new form. Bringing Cassandra’s delicate hands up to examine them, her tongue licked her lips excitedly as flashes of Cassandra’s memory’s played before it. Her hips swayed as the slime strutted up to the mirror, tracing up and down her hourglass figure teasing it self.
“I..I...a...ah...am .... Cah....ssssss...andra” it/she said testing the boundaries of its new vocal cords.
She cleared her throat and with a sultry look on her face began kneading it’s new breasts sending sensations all over her body. “I’m Cassandra and we are going to have soooo much fun together.” She/it was much more satisfied with the results.
Examining its new beautiful face in the mirror it noticed she had pink flecks in her green eyes and a slight pink flush to her cheek bones that gave away who was in charge. It shrugged her tone shoulders happily, the slime just thought it made its new host more beautiful. It didn’t plan on leaving soon and would explain it as “make up” and “contacts. It thought using Cassandra’s mind.
She smacked her lips settling on a wry smile as she felt her self up a little bit more before the door swung open. An over weight women gawked at the would be Cassandra.
“Why don’t you take a picture it will last all  day!” The slime gloated giving its new chest one more firm squeeze before strutting out of the bathroom. Spying Cassandra’s boyfriend Jake, the slimes new body acted instinctively causing her pussy to twitch and slicken with desire. He was conventionally attractive tall dark and handsome. Bitting her lip seductively she collapses into his embrace, looking up into his eyes, Will notices the slight changes but can’t quite figure it out what’s different. The slime doesn’t have time as it presses her plump lips against his, while softly grinding up against his leg. As she pulls away the passion still remains from the heated kiss. The slime/Cassandra interlocks her fingers with his, pulling Jake down while getting on her tip toes to whisper into his ear. “Lets get onto the plane, I have a surprise for you”. She pulls him quickly towards the terminal while Jake admires the new rosey pink to her cheeks.
He chuckles to himself grinning ear to ear, “someone’s excited for America! You forget your carry on in the bathroom you goof!” He teases. The slime stops calculating, rushing to get to the safety to the plane. She bites her lip again, taking a close step towards him so she brushes against him. Using her delicate fingers she teases his hardening twitching member through his dress pants. Looking up at him  she almost begs. “Let’s just forget it, I can get new stuff but I need you on the plane now.” Breaking eye contact bashfully rubbing her thighs together as her mound moistens. It can’t deny it’s want for him.
Jake tosses his head back laughing,”alright alright, what’s gotten into you!”
The slime/Cassandra smiles up at him devilishly while pulling him towards the ticket check now planning to keep this body for a long long time.
“Oh you have no idea!”
To be continued.... maybe.
