MadelineHayes

It was a little after nine in the morning and Kiro had just had a shower. Stify was sitting on his bed, watching his friend towel off and get dressed. While this little show was taking place, Strify was also trying to control his feelings and resist the urge to pin Kiro's naked form to the floor and cover him with kisses. "Could you hurry up?" Strify asked, gruffly. He wanted to watch but it was starting to become unbearable. If he saw any more bare skin other than Kiro's face, hands, and feet, Strify was going to throw a fit. Sexual frustration? That didn't even being to explain how Strify felt just then. "So we have a little less than ele

It was a little after nine in the morning and Kiro had just had a shower. Stify was sitting on his bed, watching his friend towel off and get dressed. While this little show was taking place, Strify was also trying to control his feelings and resist the urge to pin Kiro's naked form to the floor and cover him with kisses. "Could you hurry up?" Strify asked, gruffly. He wanted to watch but it was starting to become unbearable. If he saw any more bare skin other than Kiro's face, hands, and feet, Strify was going to throw a fit. Sexual frustration? That didn't even being to explain how Strify felt just then. "So we have a little less than ele

A woman's body is a temple Not a toy for men That doesn't mean boys won't ask us favors Every now and then Our body is ours Shared only by our lovers Women will not show off their body With anyone other Stop asking us for pictures Our bare bodies do not belong to your eyes Most girls have respect for themselves You perverts can burn and die

She had been to the man that sold produce from his farm. She had been to the lady that sold eggs for her chickens. She had been to the butcher who had given her a lamb chop for free. "You're looking quite beautiful today, miss," he said. She had even bought a small bag of marbles from a little boy. She had no use for them, but the sale had made him smile. All in all, it had been a good afternoon at the market and it was time to head home. As Miss Elizabeth was leaving the market square, a young man bumped into her, making her drop the baskets of food she had been carrying. "My meats! My eggs!" She wailed, looking at the lamb chop, pork,

"You're on in five, got it?" All four men nodded. They were huddled near the door, dressed in their performing attire, and preparing themselves for the show. "Are you ready Bill?" One of the men asked. "Yeah, I'm fine Tom, thanks." "You look more nervous than usual." Bill smiled at his twin brother. Tom was always so caring and constantly concerned for him. Bill was felt so blessed. "We might as well make our way for the stage guys," Georg mumbled. "Let's give the kiddies a show worth paying for!" Gustav called out, already dashing down the hall. "Don't we always?" Bill and Tom asked, grinning. Bill loved being on stage and out there

Bill wrestled with the key in the lock to the hotel suite. Finally, after a few moments there was a click and the door opened to reveal what would be our safe place for the night. Away from prodding eyes and pesky fans asking my date for autographs. "Sorry about that," Bill said with an embarased smile. "No," I giggled. "It's alright." "Shall we go in and make ourselves comfortable then?" "Yes please. I think that's a good idea." Bill took hold of my elbow, gripping it gently, and led me into the suite. The lights were dim and there was a strong scent of cinnamon and peppermint in the air. From the windows you could see the snow blurring

It has been one year since I lost her. She was supposed to be my wife. We were supposed to spend forever together. It was my fualt. I should have died in her place. Today would have been our anniversary if she hadn't died. My brother walked into my room and sat next to me, interupting my thoughts. I glanced up at him and turned away again. He looked concerned. "Bill, are you doing alright?" He asked. There was a little bit of caution in his voice. "Now what do you think?" I snapped. Tom looked down. "I'm sorry. I was just.... I was... Oh never mind." Tom stodd and made his way to my bedroom door. Before he left, he said, "I can see you s

Provehito in Altum, Subsisto Procul Nusquam, "Find the Argus Apocraphex," the Godhead and Mithras; these are just some of the phrases and symbols well-known to the Echelon, fan base of 30 Seconds to Mars. When 30 Seconds to Mars is mentioned, the first songs that come to mind are The Kill and From Yesterday. Those are the songs that made this band big. A Beautiful Lie (sometimes abbreviated as ABL) is 30 Seconds to Mars best-selling album, selling twice as many copies as their debut self-titled. Following 30s second release, there was a long period of touring. After four years, Mars finally released their third, long-awaited record This is W