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  • mtsteel 1w

    My light

    My light might be pure but it’s not white it’s a full out rainbow

  • jumbleknuts 2w

    Alive And Well Chapter One

    Chapter 1

    Jordan peeked out of his room very slowly; only opening his door enough to see what was happening. Jordan recited his father's teachings over and over again in his mind.
    "Son, if the black coats ever find me or you, you must hide. If they find you tell them this word for word; I am Jordaniaka, the descendant of Marrooko Varonocein. My mother is deceased. Once you have told them that, stand perfectly still. Do not move a muscle until you are told to do so. If you move, they will not hesitate to shoot and kill you. Do you understand child?" Jordan always nodded and repeated the info a couple times to make sure he would remember it. Now here he was; watching as the two men in black coats mercilessly beat his father until his last breath. Jordan quickly abandoned his spot at the door and rolled underneath the bed. He tried his hardest to stifle his sobs but all his attempts were futile. He heard one of the men speak softly.
    "Did you hear that Leo? I think it's coming from that room over there." His voice was deep and hushed. Jordan whimpered as the other man spoke.

    "Yeah, I heard it. Draw your gun and don't put it away." The man named Leo nearly whispered. Jordan heard the sound of two guns cocking and the soft click of boot heels coming towards the room. The door slowly creaked open and Jordan began to shake in fear. He watched two pairs of boots slowly circle the room before one of the men stopped at the closet and the other stopping at the bed right in front of Jordan. 

    "ALRIGHT KID. YOU MIGHT AS WELL COME OUT NOW. THERE ARE TWO OF US AND ONLY ONE OF YOU." Leo shouted loud enough for the whole house to hear. Jordan whimpered and slowly crept out from underneath the bed. He stood slowly, hugging his large and ratty stuffed bear tightly to his chest. Leo sighed and put his gun back into his holster. 

    "Damnit. Adam, you can put your gun away." Leo bent down and got on one knee so he was eye level with the small child. "I suppose your father has already taught you what to say when we found you. All we need to know is your name and how old you are. Do you understand?" He said softly as he placed a hand on the child's shoulder. His hand was so large, it nearly covered up all of Jordan's left side. Jordan nodded and began to speak.

    "M-m-m-m-my na-a-am-m-e is-s-s-s Jor-Jor-Jordan-n. I-I-Im-m-m th-th-thr-re-e-e-e yea-years o-o-old." His stutter was severe before, but when he is scared it becomes worse. Those two sentences took him eight minutes to say but Leo and Adam waited for him to finish before Adam walked over with a blanket. He gently draped it over over the tiny boy before speaking again.    "Aww. He's but a wee lamb, Leo. I don't think I could bare eliminating this little thing. It also doesn't look like the old brute did very well when taking care of him. Where is your mother, child?" Jordan didn't want to answer this question. He hated talking about her. Jordan knew the only reason his father didn't like him was because Jordan was the reason she was dead. More or less, anyway. "Sh-sh-sh-he-he-he d-d-d-i-i-i-ied-d-d wh-wh-wh-when-n-n-n I wa-a-a-s-s-s bo-o-o-rn-n-n." He said sniffling and hugging his bear tighter. "Adam, look how skinny he is! Dear lord, it looks like the poor thing hasn't eaten in weeks! Jordan, we need to ask you more questions but all I want you to do is nod your head for yes and shake your head for no. I'm gonna go see if I can find him something to eat." Leo said getting up off of the floor. He walked out of the room and turned the lights on before closing the other two in the room. Adam scooped up the frail child as if poking him would cause him to shatter. He sat down on the bed and wrapped Jordan up snugly and held him to his chest. Then he started to ask questions. "Are you hungry?" He nodded. "Are you thirsty? Would you like some milk?" Adam asked softly while he cradled Jordan.  Jordan buried his face in the blankets before nodding. "Are you sleepy?" Adam cooed as he patted down some loose hairs that were sticking up on the smaller's head. Jordan closed his eyes and nodded. Leo re-entered the room with nothing in his hands. Adam gave him a concerned look before Leo explained. "That bastard ate all the food in the house just so his kid wouldn't get any." Adam sighed and shook his head and looked at his watch. "It's 3:43 A.M. We need to get going. But what are we gonna do about the kid? We can't kill him. Should we just-"

    "No Adam. We can't do that. You know the rules."

    "I know but he's so tiny and helpless. Who knows what will happen to him. Besides, look at his face! He's adorable."

    "Is he asleep?"

    "Yes, I think so." Leo pulled out his gun and aimed it at Jordan's head. Then he lowered it, raised it, then lowered it again.  "I can't do it. I haven't even known this kid for an hour and I'm already too attached to him."

    "Wait, if we are the ones who are in charge, can't we just... Change the rules? Maybe bend them a little? Just think Leo. We have wanted a child for so long and here is our chance. Do you really want to kill this kid, or do you want to keep him?"

    "I- Of course I want to keep him! Not to mention he is the last heir to the throne; so wouldn't killing him technically be treason? Let's just bring him home and if the council thinks it would be better if he were eliminated, then that's what we'll do. Now come on. The carriage has been waiting for us for ages now." Adam rose to his feet, still clutching Jordan. Under the cloak of night, Adam and Leo, who was now holding Jordan, briskly made their way to a cemetery.  They pass through the gate and continued to walk until they reached the largest gravestone there. Adam took out a small book and read something completely reversed. His eyes turned to a bright blue as the front of the stone began to swirl and change in color to a deep blood red. Leo stepped through the portal and walked a cobblestone path that leads to a large carriage which looked to be pulled by four jet black pegasi. Adam shortly followed suit and opened the door for Leo once he caught up to him. Leo stepped in cautiously and sat down in the cushioned seats. Jordan stirred in his sleep before his eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked around, noticing that he wasn't in his father's room anymore. He wasn't even in his own house! Adam stepped into the carriage after he explained the situation to the coachman and sat down. Leo hadn't had a good look at Jordan yet so he began to inspect at the toddler. Jordan had crawled over Leo's lap so he could look out the window. Jordan's jet black hair was down to his back. It was thin and in desperate need of cutting. He was extremely small for his age and was also extremely underweight. Adam also remembered the reason his father left his realm and suddenly felt sick to his stomach. None of that mattered now though because Jordan was safe. He continued to look over the toddler noticing bruises, dirt and cuts all over him. Jordan yawned showing off his chipped teeth that he most likely got from his father beating him. Adam couldn't take it anymore and decided to ask the child about it. He spoke softly so he didn't startle the three-year-old but deep down he wanted to scream.
    "Jordan? You don't need to answer if you don't want to but I need to ask you something." Jordan turned his head and looked into Adam's eyes. He had also gotten Leo's attention when he spoke.
    "Jordan, sweetie, do you think your dad loves you?" Jordan looked down and began to think. Did his dad love him? Jordan tried to remember one good thing he actually liked about his dad but his pros list came up short. Jordan slowly sank down into his seat as the carriage slowly pulled to a stop in front of a rather large castle. Jordan very slowly shook his head no as his eyes welled with tears. Adam slowly bent down and scooped Jordan into a hug. He slowly stood before shooting Leo a worried glance as they stepped out of the vehicle. Leo took one look at the front gates and went entirely pale. The most powerful woman in the underworld was waiting for them to return and she looked extremely annoyed.


  • jumbleknuts 2w

    Alive And Well

    Jordan was three when 'it' happened. He would never forget it. He was left with so much responsibility and had no idea how to handle it all.

    More chapters coming soon

  • biwalute 3w

    Her name was honey.
    How could I forget?


  • biwalute 3w

    To Have Her

    To have her is to
    Let her lay her sleepy head
    On your thighs,
    Let her put your hands
    On her warm hips,
    Let her braid your hair,
    Let her put whipped cream
    On the tip of your nose while baking,
    Let her take the whole blanket a night,
    Let her love you.
    And you:
    Love her and do not hold back.


  • biwalute 3w

    She can sit wherever she pleases.
    On the kitchen island,
    On the carpet,
    On the balcony,
    On the roof...
    Of all the places,
    She chooses to sit next to me.
    Every time she does so, she asks
    Me the same thing:
    "Do you wonder what it would
    be like to travel the galaxy?"


  • biwalute 3w

    She was shapely
    With the smoothest hips
    And the peachiest lips.


  • biwalute 3w

    Rain On The Roof

    With pastel skies,
    Ruby eyes,
    And sepia tries,
    The open road winds
    Until the small white house
    Appears amongst the birches.
    I feel her grab my hand and lead
    Me into the house where no one
    Will find us, hear us, or hurt us.
    We are finally where we wanted to be:
    Alone together with her head in my lap
    And listening to the rain on the roof.


  • biwalute 4w

    Like a bumblebee
    As busy as could be,
    She walks with a skip
    And doesn't miss a thing.
    Her hair sways back and forth effortlessly.
    It bothers me how I've seen her only once,
    Yet, I feel as though we've met before
    Like at an antique shop.
    We were both searching for baubles
    And spotted the same one.
    A cameo: delightfully preserved.
    Her soft hand brushed against mine.
    A simple "sorry" was what she spoke.
    I imagined strolling along side her on a cold Friday night after having soup at her favorite restaurant.
    That would be the world I wish to live in...


  • biwalute 4w

    With more waves than the ocean,
    Her hair flows along the wind.
    She taps the armrest with the beat of the music.
    Her smile like honey
    And I wonder...
    How much like silk are her lips?


  • biwalute 4w

    Rice grains fall to the floor...
    "Who am I to be?"
    She asks.
    "Anything you want, dear"
    I reply.
    Amber hair pulled up and wispy,
    She walks away.
    "Follow me"
    I wish she were to say.
    I wish for one day where this rice will be more than a mere morsel.
    I will just have to endure the wait.


  • okami_rae 4w

    Bored so here's wordvomit. Thanks for taking your time to read it and I'm sorry for mistakes I didn't revise. #wordvomit #hallway #lgbt #lesbian #tired #secret

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    Secret Hallway

    She pulls me into the mysterious hallway by taking out a key and opening a door I never knew was accessible until this very moment. "Where does this lead too..?" Her fingers wrap around my wrist as I take in the hallway with chalkboard walls that are filled with pictures I can only imagine are classmates. "The theatre. Its the secret hallway." The dangerous downward slope of it makes me trip over my feet as I'm pulled along. "Why is there a mirror here?!" She stops in front of it, her reflection rolling her eyes at me. "Why do you ask so many questions? Theatre kids are weird and stash stuff in even weirder places." Her school uniform clings to her figure as she adorns all her shiny pendants and ropes of honor. That's what comes along with being a dedicated, soon to be military genius prodigy such as herself. She takes her cap off, undoing her bun as her soft pale hair flows down with every careful shake of her head. "Sorry sergent dickwad." I remark back with sarcasm dripping off my chapped lips. I put my hands in my pockets and glance at myself in the mirror. I'm the complete opposite of her with ripped up jeans and a stupid boy long sleve v-neck. My hair just as long as hers but more wild and unkempt. Everything about me is darker than her. In this black lighted hallway after school-It gives off minimal exposure that frames all the best points of her. I soon look at the reflection of her eyes to see they caught mine, her facial expression much softer and contemplative as a comfortable silence fills this secret place.

  • amourotica 5w


    A bed of flowers,
    Two bodies descending,
    Her soft naked skin,
    Pressed against him,
    The act of love,
    Making perfume,
    Leaves a mystic scent,
    On the bodies and their bed.

  • creative_logophile 5w

    Some LGBT stuff on the word of the day.
    #lgbt #lesbian #writersnetwork #kiss @writersnetwork

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    And once again, she resisted the urge to kiss her straight female crush.

    ©Manya Agarwal

  • jitasshad12 5w

    A lot of straight people hardly support this cause. I am straight and I never found any shame in supporting love. In all its kinds. In all its forms. Its a matter of choice, its a question on love. Lets come together people, for the sake of humanity, for the sake of love. ��
    #themisus #LGBT #lgbt #LGBTQ #lgbtq+ #gay #lesbian #homosexual #bisexual #transgender #manwomanandeveryoneinbetween #gaypride #pride #colours #rights #lgbtrights #love #choice #human #people #straight #lgbtinindia #lgbtinworld
    @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakeeworld

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    LGBT and LOVE

    Supporting the LGBT community doesn't necessarily mean I am one of them... It just simply makes them one of us. Supporting Love in all its forms.

  • anyamhne 6w

    I don't care
    if you're
    Male or female,
    Black or white,
    Single or Taken,
    Homosexual or Heterosexual,
    Gay or Lesbian,
    Hindu or Muslim,
    Student or Teacher,
    Employed or Unemployed,
    My lover or my hater,
    Loyal or Cheater,
    Coward or Brave,
    Supporter of Ruling party or Opposition,
    Soldier or Terrorist,
    If you're a paid political troll,
    I'll call you a Paid Political Troll.

  • okami_rae 6w

    This is just word vomit sorry

    #oops #lesbian #lgbt #sucky #music

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    Whatching her play my ukulele
    A beautiful sight to see
    As they shows me she can play the chords in a amazing way while singing in perfect a way that hurts my heart with each string
    She plays

    Songs that shouts happiness and songs that spurt out saddened lovers
    Something that surprises me
    The way she loops her voice in this heavenly beat
    Makes me shiver with excitement dipped into agony as I observe this girl who makes me shudder

    She asks me to sing the lyrical beauty with her
    But then holds her tongue as if asking for to much
    I smile with a happiness that shows how much pride she spilled into me
    She wants me to sing with her

    So I sing with her
    We sing together

  • the_cryptic_soul 6w

    2 SHE

    She embraces her
    Both love each other
    Want to live together

    But suddenly they realize
    Society will criticize

    Two she can't live together
    Because rules says
    There has to be one him and one her
    For being Forever


  • okami_rae 6w

    I tried something new which is writing in a more practical, laidback sense. So I wrote of a girl falling for another in a silly and weird way. I find it kind cute and I hope you do too!

    #fiction #wowzer #gay #lesbian #lgbtq #cute #oops #prayforherig #crushes #dork #geek #romance

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    An Exception: A Baffling Girl Falling For Another

    In fifth grade I was ugly.
    Well, I didn't take care of myself.
    Somehow the kids were still nice most the time.
    Expecially a girl named Peyton.
    A sweetheart really
    I remember her with her medium cut brown hair and big ol'glasses.
    I was too busy not doing my work and kicking my friends in the shin to really talk to her that much back then.
    But then middle school happened and I would wave hi as she passed me, still sweet and would always smile-Answering me back with the same, if not more optimism.
    She was smarter than me so we didn't get the same classes
    And you can imagine I was awkward and bleh.
    Peyton didn't really cross my mind much though, we both had seperate lives.
    Then high school arrived and we stopped waving to eachother completely.
    We both sensed too much of a change to be acquainted anymore.
    I would hear about her and smile, maybe comment that I used to know her.
    She was still adorable.
    And she looked at me in the halls...
    As I did to her...
    But I had my life and a whole stack of problems to handle to be concerned.
    Then junior year I was working after school in a club.
    Turns out she is part of this...Wild club.
    A club where people that are innocents doesn't really pertain.
    And she knows everyone I did.
    Which is crazy because I had this whole 'Peyton is pure' mindset going on.
    Once I focused and looked at her with a purpose, I was blown away.
    Jesus she is so beautiful.
    Nice, short, voluminous hair that ends near the middle of her neck along with sporting glasses and her amazing clothing style worn in a confident manner I just have to applaud.
    It gives me old school vines with her bangs.
    She acts cool around me.
    Just as I do the same to her.
    We even sorta sang together once while cleaning for like ten seconds.
    But I couldn't believe how you can see someone every single day...
    But just getting one step closer, hearing their voice, observing how they act around others and taking in who they are, changes everything.
    It's quite scary.
    I don't make exceptions.
    But I would for Peyton.

  • beautiful_deathx 5w

    she kissed a girl
    in the alleys of night
    hidden in the shadows
    love out of sight

    subtle winks
    quick are the pecks
    awaiting the dawn
    the embrace of the acceptance.