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"Nᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ." ― Aʙʀᴀʜᴀᴍ Lɪɴᴄᴏʟɴ ❉❉❉ When you are 5 inches tall, who can you trust? Bᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ mean her no harm when he discovers a tiny young woman in his kitchen, but faced with something he never believed possible, he now finds himself having to fight an inner battle to suppress a whole host of strange new impulses and desires.He wants to do what is right, but when you literally hold the life of another in your hands, it just seems so easy to do what you want instead...Aɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ Bennett must yet discover if he is Man or Monster, Martin is running for his very life trying to escape his former captor, only to suddenly find himself at the mercy of a stranger... ❉❉❉ A ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ has been living their lives on the fringes of the human world.They don't remember where they came from, or how they lived before. Only one thing is certain: Their society is falling apart. Tʀɪʙᴇs ᴀɴᴅ families are split by accidents, never to find each other again, others get lost, with no way of returning home in a world that is too vast for them to conquer on their own. Fᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ, revealing themselves to humans and relying on the help of those gigantic creatures might be the only chance they have.For others ... not so much. Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴜɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ.Enjoy! [FULL AUDIO will be included in future] - [WARNING: Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ]…

Art-ificial

Katinka Crnčević ( "That's 'Churn-sher-vitch', thank you.") is in a bit of trouble. There are things you are not supposed to do while pretending to be a responsible young adult. Getting drunk and going all alone on a hiking trip that leads you through a dark and ominous forest in a foreign country - just to spite your Ex - is probably one of them. Especially so, when you have never been hiking before. So Katinka has no-one but herself to blame when she manages to get lost in the (quite aptly named) "Black Forest" in southern Germany. It probably isn't her fault, that she also ends up being chased and tackled by an enormous, shaggy bear - who promptly turns into an equally shaggy, unwashed and overgrown guy (well, that last bit might have been kind of her fault), who is rather a little too pleased to meet her. After all, there are no bears in the Black Forest. And it's really just bad luck that this unfortunate event causes her to be dragged straight into the world of Fairy-Tales, where she is suddenly faced with Magic and Curses, Fairies, and Dragons, Psychologists, Elves, Wizards, Princes, Queens, Germans, and - all in all - more Attractive Males than anyone should have to put up with. All of that probably wouldn't be so bad, if it wasn't for the fact, that she is also apparently being stalked. By a bear.…

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[Proper description to follow. For now, have the prologue:]At first, there were only the stars.Through the pressure of eons, they hardened, became life, and essence of life, und thus, the gods were made.The myths of creation speak at length about the collision of The Father of the Mountain, and the Goddess of all Waters, their fights and warfare that made continents and mountains, and their love, that made the wet and fertile earth.They rarely speak of the third god of creation, if they know of them at all.They were unseen, elusive in their double nature. A single being, made of twins that would not part, brother wind and sister air, bound in their eternal dance.The Twin of Skies was there long before the Father of Mountains was born, long before the Goddess of all Waters condensed into existence, and they were meant to be there still, when all was gone again.However, they would not.They had been tricked, trapped within the mortal shells of the last of the beings that could bear their presence, their own children, the children of the sky, the winged folk who were not angels, but birds.Unknowing, the very last of their race now imprisoned their god deep within them, killing them slowly, condensing the essence of a double soul older than the stars itsself, drip by drip, into something a single foolish human wished to drink.Drop, by steady drop.Soon, the process would be complete, and when finally The Twin of Skies was no more, the world also would come to its end.This is the future, set and sealed. There has been a time for heros to appear, a time where the world might still have been saved.But that time has long passed.Now, all that is left to decide is the manner of this worlds destruction, and how many years will be left until all is done.However, the end is not yet upon us. There is still time for a tale.So let me tell you of gods and men and all races and creatures in between, and see for yourself, what is to come.Follow me...…

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A macrophilia-themed short romance based on an idea by @ElisaGrim https://www.wattpad.com/293361665-teasers-ideas-inspiration-an-open-collection-for Contains scenes of a sexual nature. You have been warned ;)…

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~Gold Medallion Awards Winner~ IMAGINE WAKING UP ON A BEACH... Your clothes, or what remains of them, are close to falling apart and rotten.They look like they have spent years in the ocean.Your hair is far too long and so are your nails. You don't remember who you are.You don't remember what you are. Overcome by your instincts, you rip apart the first person you come across, which gives you a bit of a hint.So do the fangs. But..Things seem weird. Something isn't right.You experience things you feel you should not, while other things you expect fail to happen. You are lost, confused... There is only one thing you know for certain: Real amnesia doesn't work that way.…

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I MAKE BOYS CRY - or - HOW I CAME TO OWN A CHEST OF BROKEN HEARTS I DIDN'T REALLY WANT *** ''My heartbeat quickens, as his hand accidentally brushes mine. He looks up, and our eyes meet. My breath catches in my throat. Right now, right here, he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. He continues talking, pretending nothing has changed, but his eyes- his eyes never leave mine, and they, too, are talking to me. While he calmly continues his anecdote, his eyes are asking a shy question, are wispering in awe and wonder at finding his own feelings mirrored in mine, laugh out in joy at our shared realisation, then suddenly stutter with a touch of fear, a flicker of nerves, but then speak loudly of his growing excitement - that puts the lie to the calm and even tone of his voice - as, never looking away, his warm hand carefully, deliberately, touches mine again. And thus, it is confirmed. I am in love. And, miraculously, so is he. Poor schmuck.'' *** Some are normal, some are strange, some are IT-geeks, some punk, some mainstream. Some are idiots and others highly intelligent. Some look just as bad as I do, and some are drop-dead gorgeous. But there is one thing, they all have in common. They all cry, in the end.…

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''Schmetterlingsjäger Ein Schuss - erlegt! Der Augenblick - vergangen. Doch zart und schön und unbewegt, für immer eingefangen.''***"Butterflyhunter A shot - a kill!A Moment - now it's doneYet fine and fair, forever stillYou captured what is gone." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'* Die künstliche Künstlerin Präsentiert: *'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'* Gedichte für jeden Geschmack! (Solange es meiner ist.) Wortkunst, wo sau gut ist! Mit echten Adjektiven!________________________Nur solange der Vorrat reicht.…

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Thoughts, ramblings, teasers and ideas will be posted here.If you want to know what I'm currently working on, obsessed with, thinking about, or what's next, this is where you'll find it.;)…