Tall Babes

Stipty Honey Lips
“Carrot is a *****!” called little miss muffet. And she soared into the heavens above not looking back once, knowing her destiny was fulfilled. She smiled thinking of what others would think. Everyone loved carrot. But her? hell no!!They were lovers,were they not, and she caught him with ms. Brussel Sprout!They both were doing u know what. She was hurt. Hurt enough to kill, but she did not dare or she would be sent to cabbage patch- the jail for all veggies and fruit in the land. She would leave Tomato Potato- the land in which she lived. She packed 2 loaves of butternut squabba,( indeed her friend was Butternut Squash, but she needed something that would not spoil and that would taste delicious. Yes, im afraid she did kill her. And easy death it was. She just stuck her little thingy into her soft flesh and she was dead, sweet creamy juice leaking out.) 1 pan of smammadamma( a juice of rare entities), and 3 whole sockets of flubba butter gum. It was the best in the land, raised from the rich dirt that covered Tomato Potato. She would indeed have use for it. The flavor was soo rich, one piece could last for 24 hours. And the flavor would never blottle. Her destination? Stipty Honey Lips, the land of soft, pink rolling hills, where a small drop of mystery clung to the roof and a huge slide ended the hills. Little miss muffet was excited. She soared gracefully through the lands, never stopping for the occational earth worm. They all of course begged her for some of the flubba butter gum, but she insisted she would need all of it for her trechourous journey. Finally a huge,tall object came into the distance. Stipty Honey Lips!! Joy arose in Little ms. Muffet. She twirled round and round, arms in the air. “Hallelujah!” she cried in happiness. She ran with all might to the distant land. She arrived there, 24 hours later. She did not notice how long it took, for her happiness was great.A problem arose. A soft squishy wall. She had to climb it, but how? But little did she know a lift floated nearby. She did not see this of course. But luckily she had brought picks made out of earthworm guts. They were flexible and soft, but strong. She stuck one pick into the wall and than the other. She wrapped a rope of roots around her middle. And she climbed the wall. And climbed. And climbed. It took her days, but she did not notice. She arrived at the top, an exausted smile on her face. An amazing sight awaited her. Beautiful caynons of pink. Rolling hills of softness. And what were the peculiar little bumps on them? she stepped onto one and it squished down and came back up. What fun! Little ms.muffet jumped and jumped on them for what seemed like hours. The whole place was paradise. Never cold. A warm breeze came now and than. Her neighbors were absolutely darling! Everyone with a smile on their face and laughing, inviting her into their grand homes for meals. She got her own cozy cottage. He bed was absolutely marvolous. She fell asleep the instant her head touched the pillow… Little ms.muffet slowly opened her eyes,smile on her face, wondering what the day would bring. Her smile became a confused frown. She was not in her cottage. She wasnt even in Stipty Honey Lips!!! She was back home, Artichoke next to her, his sick breath wafting down onto her. ” what the hell?!!” He opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face. ” hey babe” he said,” We had a good ol’e rough time last night” Little ms. muffet looked under the covers. She was naked, and he was too!!!! ” how did i get here?!!” She practically screamed. ” We were dancing and you asked if you could go home with me” he said a confused frown on his face. ” this isnt real!!!” Little ms muffet screamed and ran from the house not looking back once. Artichoke ran after. ” What are you doing?!!! Whats wrong?!!” He didnt botther with putting clothes on…. What do you think will happen next?

( I make stupid nonsense stories all the time!=) )

Mountains
I dream of the mountains
And with my mind’s eye I see
The sky etched in snow.
It falls so gently, so softly
And strikes the hills with a sigh
Like a newborn babe’s.
The trees stand tall and proud
Throwing faint shadows upon
The silk-like ice which flows across the land.
Animals creep in and out
Of the wooded areas like shy, careful ghosts
And the mountain sleeps until the spring.

I recently got married to my high school boyfriend (known each other 12 years) and I can’t think of a good pet name for him. I don’t want to call him hubby, sweety, hon, ****…the usual. Any ideas? Points to work with…tall, black sheep of his family, paramedic/firefighter, into extreme sports, survivalist nut..I can’t come up with a good one that will stick!

i would really love to get into modelling and acting and singing but mostly singing and acting modelling will do though. i am 12 years old i have dark blonde hair i am tall i have nice legs i wear glasses but can wear contacts i weigh 50-55 kg. i have a very long, thick hair and green eyes. i have been told by many people that i am attractive (not bragging,swear!!) i have a very good singing voice…. and i have been an extra in a movie coming out in march. all of this info is absoloutely true no lies!! do you think i could get into it? if so any reqests? or if any of u knows any people in the buisness?
thanks heaps
blonde **** xx

I posted this yesterday, but i’ve changed it a little bit and added on.
I’m not so sure about the last couple of sentances. still deciding weather to keep them or not.
1=omfg burn this NAO 10=ZOMG love love LOVE give me MOAR!
I would love constructive criticism! as much as you can dish out! =]
and vanna is NOT a vampire! you find out what she really is later on in the story.
this is not a twilight rip off, so i don’t want to hear any of that crap.
*little gruesome in the beginning. sorry. =] *

Vanna sunk her long, sharp, ivory white teeth into the dense shoulder of her latest catch. Warm, gurgling blood filling her mouth. She chuckled as the creature let out a screech, it was still alive. The chewy flesh was already beginning to satisfy her craving. She ripped at its chest with long, clawlike fingernails, and dug her way down to the bone. It was barely making a sound now, just whimpers escaping its dull pink lips, color slowly fading from its disgusting face. But Vanna was too engulfed in her delicious meal to notice, it had been a while since she had eaten. The farther down she dug into the creature’s thick body, the better it got. Skin turned to muscles, muscles to bone, and bone to a still beating heart. Her eyes grew wide as she tore open a brittle rib cage, and reached in. She held the thing like a trophy. Licked it with a long, black tongue, and a smile curled upon her lips. Within seconds, it was gone. Making its way through her esophagus by now. She licked her bone white fingers, tasting every last drop of blood. Suddenly, a piercing cry erupted, and she was yanked back to reality. The miniature creature howled. Vanna cringed, how she hated the things. Should she just eat this one too? She decided against it. She detested humans, but the thing that sat on the ground wailing was just a baby. She had to admit, she felt the slightest bit of remorse at killing its mother, but she had to eat. She picked up the wretched thing, holding it as if it was infected with a disease. A sudden, unexpected maternal instinct kicked in, and she cooed at it, rocking from side to side, still disgusted by the fact that she was actually touching it. Eventually, the screams died down, and its tiny blue eyes drifted shut. A tiny smile replaced Vanna’s frown, but there was no way she was going to admit to actually liking the thing. She looked around; at least it hadn’t attracted any attention, but what now? If she brought it back home, it would surely be eaten. And there was no way she could pass it off as her own. Or could she? She pondered the thought for a moment. Raise a human? Was it even possible? Would anyone believe her? She doubted it.
Vanna stopped cold as she saw two glowing, yellow eyes peering at her from the dark depths of the snowy forest around her. “Who’s there?” She growled ferociously, her emotions crashing and swirling inside of her, she was not one to mess with today. The eyes blinked, but no voice responded. Vanna breathed heavily as her rage swelled. “Show yourself you coward!” she demanded, taking a brave step forward. The eyes merely blinked at her once more. She tore through the dense leaves of a berry bush, sending tiny, poisonous fruits flying in every direction. The eyes were still out of her reach. She stomped forward, her anger fueling her. They continued to stare, mocking her as she moved ever closer. Vanna smiled evilly as she detected the dim outline of a tall figure. Human or not, she was out to kill. She halted as the figure disappeared into thin air. Spinning around in hot fury, she cried out. “what the h*ll…” she mumbled, searching ferociously for whatever, whoever had been watching her. She then remembered the tiny creature resting in the crook of her left arm. It was surprisingly warm, much warmer than Vanna’s own body. She looked around once more, and being positive that the eyes were in fact, gone, she trudged off into the woods, still unsure of what to do with the baby. She suddenly recalled a lesson, long ago, taught to her by her grandfather. It was about the humans, their habits, their taste, their smell. He had also mentioned something about their naming traditions, their names being chosen at seemingly random at the time of birth. It was so very different from their own traditions. The first letter of Vanna’s name came from her mother. Violet. And the last letter was inherited from the first initial of her father. Aristole. She shuddered at the memories of him, and forced her mind back to the baby. Surely it had a name, but how would she ever come to know it. Kacia. The name popped into her head like it had been there all along. “Kacia” She whispered to no one in particular, and the little babe’s eyes popped open. She laughed. “Kacia, that’s what we shall call you” She said, wondering if its miniscule mind could even comprehend her words. It gurgled and Vanna’s face snapped back to a frown, she would have to work to get over the vile fact that it was still a human

Hello, I am 19 years old, a white guy. Tall (around 5″10/5″11 , handsome, blue eyed, short haircut, pierced ears (almost never tho wear earings – i think they out of style now), build up (work out in the gym – nice muscles), always look good. I happen to be very attracted to black females, and mostly went out with them. I beilive that African-American ladies are the most beatuful out of all races, hair, eyes, lips, and other body parts can find no substitute in any other races. I tried different approaches to meet new “chocolate” babes, some worked, some didn’t, but i never took it personally if she rejected me. My question is, how do you black ladies like to be approached? In school, street, store. Would like to hear from each one that sees this post=). Also, what are some signs that you throw if you are attracted to a “lighter-skinned” guy.
By the way, all black ladies ive been close with, smelled like chocolate to me, hehe dont know, maybe they all used same type of lotion, dont know, maybe you could answer this too,

I need someone who is experienced. But I will accept anyone who are willing to help me. I haven’t finished the story, but I’m going to edit chapter through chapter so i can show my teacher. I will give credit of course to whom may edit it. If you shall. This is the story so far. Please do not steal my work, it’s already copyrighted because I already have a publisher who is working with me.

Chapter 1 Ash

I tied my dark hair into a pony-tail and opened my spell book. I pulled on my charm necklace as I read through the difficult readings. The charm was made by my mother. The complicated patterns were carved from Gems of Savage Crystals.
I looked up to see Ash standing over me.
Ash was your typical popular school boy. He had round brown eyes and his silky, straight, chestnut hair hung down his shoulders. He stood tall and had a graceful build. His skin was pallid and his wardrobe was classy and odd.
We’ve been together for about 3 years.
“ What spell are you gonna cast on me next?” He asked mockingly as he kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and said, “ I’m thinking about making you turn into a werewolf. I would love to see how your family would react.” He shook his head at the word wolf. “ Why are you so disgusted by wolves?” I asked suddenly.
“ Because like all myths, us vamps are their rivals and they are ours.”
His voice had acid in it. I turned to stare at him then. His eyes turned lighter into a hazel color.
“ **** I didn’t mean it I know you have wolf cousins. It was a joke.” I smiled an uneven smile and closed the spell book.
“ Come on my little witch. We’re going to be late for class.” He picked me up and turned me toward him. I grabbed my book and threw it into my duffel bag. He grabbed my hand and we walked swiftly to class.
“ Hey I’ll meet you in there in one minute okay.” Ash kissed my cheek and darted away before I could say okay. I walked into class and ran into my sister Isis. She reminded me of a cheetah. Her eyes were the color of burning flames and her hair was shoulder length and luxuriously ivory colored. She had a curvy build. “ Hi Lil,” She said and darted out the classroom. That was all she ever said. I took my usual seat at the back of the room and sat down. I turned to stare out the window.
“ Told you it would take a minute.” I recognized that voice.

Chapter 2 Spellbound

“ Mix a cup of Sage and freesia into the potion.” Isis said. I nodded and followed directions. She went to the next page of the spell and pressed her palm against her cheek. “ Stir until you smell the the scent of the freesia and the lavender mixed. “ Isis said. I stirred the potion carefully until I smelt the aroma of the freesia.
The sweet smell burned my nostrils.
“ Repeat the spell after me.” She cleared her throat and chanted, “ All hell rises, make me thy path where all thy love can be reached. Clear the fires of hell and bring me back the charms of bloodlines that belonged to thy mother of hope, courage, and beauty.” I repeated after her carefully making sure I said each word correctly. Nothing happened. I said it again, but nothing happened. I looked at Isis confused and she flipped back through the pages and read through them again. “ Oh,” she gasped. I leaned across the table and read the words up side down. “ We were suppose to add a drop of type a blood.” I shook my head exhausted and walked across the room. I looked out the window and sighned. “ Maybe next time sis.” I half-smiled and walked back to the table to help her clean up the mess. “ I’m not a pro at this, but I’ll help you learn this certain spell. Grandma Bartholomew taught me and I can teach you.” I smiled and touched her on the shoulder. She smiled too and pulled her long ivory hair into a bun. “ So you and Vamp are together still? How long has it been?” I felt my heart move to the edge of my throat and swallowed hard. How did she know we were together. “ It’s obvious yall are together. I mean he stares at you in a way that makes me jealous.” I swallowed. Jealous. I bit my nail and opened my mouth to speak. “ Please don’t tell anyone, especially grand. We can’t let her know that I’m dating a vampire!” I swallowed again and stood. I felt my heart racing two. “ I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I turned to face her. Her skin was paler in the light. She nodded and put the spell book on the shelf. I walked back over to her and hugged her sideways. “ Isis, please.” I did my special puppy dog look and stared her down. She chuckled and said, “ Secrets are safe with me.” I smiled and walked gracefully out the room.

Chapter 3 Flesh and Blood

“ Want a bite?” I handed Isis my apple. She took the apple and bit into it making a sour face. “ Green apples…eww!” I laughed and kneeled down beside her. “ Did you hear?” she said as she took a sip of her Diet Coke. I took the apple and took two bites. “ Hear what?” I said in between chews. “ Gram invited some of our cousins over.!” I took anothe

Seriously this guy gets girls like its nothing but i struggle to even start a conversation with them.. He isn’t even good looking but for some odd reason girls still like him.. What can i do to show this nerd that or how can i get good looking ***** also? Doesn’t matter if its at school, the mall, we have neutral friends and we all hang out at clubs, bars etc and girls just seem to like this *******? He would just walk over to a group of girls (6 sitting at at table) and just start talking to them and making them all laugh and sit with them for like 30 minutes and stuff its pissing me off!!!!!! And the girls in the picture ASKED HIM TO THE PARTY AS YOU SEE! Before they met a group of us at a Bar the tall one in the picture said quote (OMG he is soo sexxxxy like that) Give me a break!!! =/

Him.. Booooooo LMAO!!!
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MEEEEE!!!
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I wrote these two poems. Are they good? Be honest, please.

Someday this will all be okay, everything will go away. One day. I don’t know how long, please babe, stay strong. Everything will be just fine, just give it some time. Be strong, be patient, all of this won’t happen in an instant. Life’s a wild ride, no matter what, I’ll always be by your side.

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And for tonight, we choose to fight or flight. Fight away the problem, or just go ahead and run. So if I can help you, let me know. I’ll help you make-do, or I’ll be below. But as long as I live, I’ll always give and give. Helping you along the way, or catching you when you fall. Seeing if you’re okay, just making sure this problem isn’t too tall.

Thanks to Neon, I feel it is quite improved, and now says what I wanted it to say.

My Father Danced

In nineteen and thirteen
my Father met my Mother
at a dance hall called
“Happy Jack’s”
My Father danced me
in his arms when I was a babe,
I learned to walk
he danced me on top his feet,
just as he did my sisters,three
before he danced with me,
When I grew tall he danced me ’round
many ball room floors,
Once I over heard a woman say,
“look at that short sugar daddy,
with that tall young pretty girl!”
we laughed and spun around.
My Father danced me as a bride
to “I’ll See You In My Dreams”
My Father danced my daughter
in his arms and on top his feet.
And then at eighty two,
his head upon death’s pillow,
I whispered, “Do you know that I love you”
he answered, “Yes I know,
you told me on the dance floor
a long, long time ago”