Fantasy
Lost
My entry into the Vocal "Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge" He had been told so many times not to stray and to stay close, but he succumbed to temptation easily and was always wandering to explore and follow paths that were not marked. He had seen a creature, he wasn’t too sure what it was but wanted to know, so ignored what his family had told him and stalked the creature deeper and deeper into the forest.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Fiction
Birds
I am a birder at heart, I love birds to pieces. Birds are my favorite animal, I swear I love observing birds, and avoiding disturbing them, and their nests. I cannot wait to get me some brand new young budgies, two females, toys, the perfect ideal cage, the ideal bird seeds, millet, their recommended fruits, and vegetables that they should consume per day daily. I think it is only a half a tsp of their daily fruits and veggies at a time. Small increments to give my new pals longevity, long life, great amazing splendid health, in the best way, and shape, and form a bird could live in paradise with me in my little cubby hole. I am ma dukes bear for my new parakeets. I want to purchase to females because they are quieter than their longed for male counterparts. I want my sexy ass man up inside of me all night per night on the daily, hopefully this winter season I will get and, or reap my way with this fire pussy. I will fuck him in front of my birds just to watch my dude put their blanket over the cage gently so they cannot get horny while they see me, and my sexy ass horny big boy of a bf fucking our brains out while big sexy is blowing my back out making my birds horny. My dude needs to be on top of me right now, drilling my inside of my hot wet twat while I taste his sweet tongue after we both showered together, and brushed our teeth together, so damn sexy. I will try to make my birds hump the cage, my dude will say to me "Baby? Why you trying to make the birds sexually frustrated? They are two girls, they cannot mate!?!" I dare my man to put that blanket over their cage, Just so I can slip it back off like a horny fucker. I am one horny son of ahh bitch! I need my birds here to comfort me or my old man or both to be entirely truthful. I want my pets, and my man here pleasing my aura, and making my vibes oh so super cheery. I know my atmosphere would be so great so awesome with my new budgies/parakeets here and my man here too, most of the time, comfy at home, plenty to eat, plenty of hygiene, and household items to fuck with, and be just the most adorable clean neat clean freaks there are. I cannot wait to receive my new used dresser from my buddy uncle Fisher so I can organize my clothing, panties, undergarments, thong panties, period panties, socks, nylons, pantyhose, and toys where I want them. I want one of those suction toys that stimulate the clitoris that I read about here on vocal.media thru the Filthy community! I love it I must have one of those toys or two so when my man goes out to hustle some just a half an hour or less to stimulate me until I am right back on that dick like a sea saw. I cannot wait he better be here Monday early morning, just because he is my boo thing, and I need that super thick long dope dick in my hot wet tingling twat!! Damn, he just doesn't know while he was getting ready to take off for the route, I was ready to suck a watermelon through a straw right out of his drawers, I wanted to pull that penis out of his undergarment and suck the soul out of that dope d. And then ride that dope dick like I must stay on it all day & night just climaxing drowning his dope dick in my sweet sticky icky juices that smell like fresh clean Lume soap, and deoderant.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
My Books When I Die
I used to think I would die. Today I am not so sure. It has been a thousand years and not a scale has fallen from my skin. My eyes are sharp enough to spot my prey amd read in the dark. My breath still turns them to ashes and lights the cinders of my hearth. Imagine me with glasses and an oxygen tank! In the dark I ponder, wrapped around my treasures.
By Lauren Colgate4 years ago in Fiction
Argent
Darkness had arrived to consume the sky with dense clouds. Thunder echoed through them as lightning viciously struck against the tall trees, and ignited the forest with a burning fire from hell. The crackling sounds immediately rushed the animals out of their home. The villagers screamed in agony while the wolves howled at the gleaming moon that surpassed all darkness. Peculiar how it was the only thing gleaming with life. It was here where a curse was arising from the depths of the underworld and taking over all human life.
By Mariana Gines4 years ago in Fiction
Zimri, Big Dragon
Toddlers are naturally inquisitive and joyful. Forests are naturally colorful and beautiful. Dragons are naturally all of these things and more. Zimri was no exception, with her yellow-green scales and deep brown eyes. The toddler, sitting on the stump of a maple tree, was quietly sniffling, clearly lost. Zimri’s immense shadow made the little boy look up.
By Noah Glenn4 years ago in Fiction
Bat shit
Ugh, diseased rats with wings. Yuck, they eat whatever's poop, and then shit it back out, crazy hood rat cat bats. Always eating shit, then taking a giant crap all over everyone, and our buildings, splattering shit all over parks and everywhere. I was walking from the store one night, and I saw something flying over my head more than once, it was too dark outside for it to be a bird, so it must have been a bat. Oh, bat shit, laughing my ass off. Bat shit fucking everywhere. Gotta keep the Uber windows closed because bats want to poop in the car. Especially at night when the bats fly around to eat the birds shit, and poop in your Uber ride. Bat shit fucking everywhere. Like when can and do bats take a bath, I don't want to get close to one because it stinks like crap. It probably smells like a dead rat when it gets to close laugh out loud. Matter of fact it probably smells like cow shit, and dead rats mixed together. Disgusting ass bats I cannot stand these bats, they're so disgusting. They smell like vomit, cow poop, bat shit, dead rats, dead stinky anything must be what a bat smells like up close.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
The Empress Of Cincinnati
The Empress of Cincinnati is one crazy bitch, she thinks everyone has to bow down to her and eat her crotch. What is wrong with this crazy ass girl. She has went to jail so many times for trying to get ate out it is ridiculous. The jesters go after her turn her into the warden to lock her up, because she thinks when she boards a bus, or walks down the street everyone should blow her and we're like "no woman, you're nuts" someone take this girl away with the ASPCA laugh out loud in the white coats, give her butt dog g tranquilizer so she will quit thinking and going about her way as if everyone owes this goof doof a blow job because she is the Empress Of Cincinnati. Wow this bitch is crazy, she thinks this nutty shit up, and then wonders why everyone looks at her like she has 19 heads on her shoulders. Others that walk by by the justice center down town is like, "This broad is grandiose. Can you believe she expects me to blow her?!? I am alarmed!" I cannot be around this girl, when I see her I run or whoop her ass because I don't know this girl from Adam, I do not want to blow this crazy nutty broad. Every time I see her I hide and run fast. That is how much I dislike her, and her grandiose behavior. I am like how is this woman or this girl out here instead of locked away in the asylum. Do not let the Empress Of Cincinnati get pregnant just because what Dr. Jeckle and mister Hyde is she going to poop out of her episiotomy?!? The Empress Of Cincinnati is called that because she thinks she is of royal blood, and all must bow down worship her, and blow her knob. I will not eat her ass I will make it do what it do let her ass beat up my fists laugh out loud. Lord do not let this girl have a damn son, and him believe from birth that he is the Emperor of Cincinnati he will try to make everyone blow him like his mom did everyone, and be in and out of jail looking in the eyes like he doesn't know why the hell everyone else has an issue with him. She must not know what is going on around her, and stuff because she is something else. It is funny too, she is unbelieveable. What a motherfucker. She does not give any one blow job but believes everyone else should get her together like the prince in the bath tub on the movie coming to america.got pretty women blowing him under the bubble bath water laughing out loud, Laugh my ass off, oh my God this shit is hilarious. I am laughing on the inside just at work doing my thing whatever that may be.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
I am dope girl fresh
Yeah bruh, I am selling all this loot for some Yeezy's crossed with Nike Jordan. What an ugly but popular ugly shoe, laughing my ass off. I do not understand how Kanye get's these kicks to sell but damn it he does it. Hot damn these shoes are super ugly. Like Balenciaga's are ugly as hell, so ugly that they look hilarious. I got the gear from head to toe, both now. Now I gotta foot this blue C note, this rent, internet, and other intermediate bills. Just got a new flat in the hills, it is a sweet luxury loft, including a smoothie bar, a regular bar, a club, and a weight room, and spa, pool, hot tub, the fucking works it is the dopest spot I have ever lived in.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Crossing
It's quite hard to leave what one considers home and move on to another and start life anew. This is a story with such a familiar scene that all would say is just like a dream. However, the ones who are starting a new life are not humankind but instead another beyond our cosmic time. The lives that are leaving come from a planet in dire need of help with little to guide them, and no plan ahead. They leave each their own without friends and assistance, but fate may just grant some a chance of a lifetime.
By Toby Heward4 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning
Yes, this is the beginning! The beginning of what? Well, that remains to be seen I suppose, but it is the beginning of something. The beginning of writing something meaningful, something beautiful, perhaps something earth shattering, or world changing? That remains to be seen I suppose, but again it depends on how this all turns out, doesn’t it? Should I go back and recap the events of the last few days, or the last few weeks or years, or just start from right now, this moment? Perhaps the most important question is this: When I am finished this piece of writing, will there be anyone left to read it?
By Mark O'Neill4 years ago in Fiction
Erika's flame
Ingrid: The high priest's altar was one of the few structures in Skjult that wasn't crumbling to dust. It was a square structure with lined columns masquerading as Grecian. I wanted to smash it when I was younger, when I glimpsed the bowl of coloured stones for the third time. When my sister was choosing with me. But my mother had shushed me, her pale hands trembling and we had made the long walk up and took a stone.
By Mhairi Campbell 4 years ago in Fiction
