The Real Dragoness Ch 1Warning: This story is about plushie transformation. If you don't like this type of story, please do not read any further.The Real Dragoness Ch 17 years ago in Children and Teen
It all started with a teenager named Christopher Logan, an avid plush lover. He had loved the cuddly fluffy critters since he recieved a bloated stuffed croc as a recovery present in the hospital when he was five. On his 18th birthday, after coming home from school since second semester had just started, he noticed an odd box with a smiley face on it, tied tightly with the usual duct tape. Judging by the label on the side it was addressed from Kardo's Gentle Giants Incorporated, shipped from a store they had nearby named Plushtopia, but for some reason was never listed in any business listings, but they did have a telephone number so that customers could call in their order.
As for the store itself, the store is certainly colorful. It looks like a graffitied wall without all of the vulgar language. It looks kind of like a school project but with no particular theme
The Real Monsters of the NightShe doesn't like to sleep at nightThe Real Monsters of the Night4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Because she fears that monsters live under her bed
Her daddy looks for her but doesn't see anything
Then heads back to his room and falls asleep
She lies awake fearing they are climbing into her room
She hears a spooky noise then runs screaming for her Mommy
The mother soothes her child and wraps her in a blanket
Then sets her gently back into bed
She awakes from a nightmare of a monster trying to eat her
Then runs to her parents room fearing for her life
They tell her it was just a bad dream and to go back to sleep
She walks away slowly wishing they'd understand
She cries into her pillow that night
Because there really is a monster that haunts her
It is always alert and watching
Waiting for the chance it can take her captive again
She is scared beyond belief
Because the monster is addicted to her
And will do anything to get his hands on her
Because he is a dirty minded criminal
She fears he will strike again
PMD3: Ch.7: Esp's real namePMD3: Ch.7: Esp's real name4 years ago in Short Stories
PMD 3: Ch.7 Esp's real name
*Esp and Static are sitting on the beach*
Static: Isn't the sunset beautiful or what?
Esp: Yes, it's pretty beautiful.
Static: Hey Esp, I wanted to ask you something, but is your real name really "Esp"? It doesn't sound right, if you were a human...I expect a more weirder name....
Esp: ^^" Well, Esp was only a nickname I go by since I did love Espeons. But my real name is Sandra....
Static: (That's the ticket to her name. I knew it.) Then, why not go with that?
Esp: ^^" I'm used to being called by my nickname and it sounded easier for people to remember.
Static: Sandra...Weird, by nice touch.
Esp: ^^" Should I just use that name?
Static: Yes, please. My younger sis is named Esp as well. It can get a bit confusing and you know....heh-heh. *sweats*
Sandra: o-o" Alright....(Sensitive type, I think?)
*Krabby stampedes through Static and Sandra*
Flare: *Carrying a huge stick* I'll show you for pinching me! You perverts! *Runs after them*
Static: *All stepped on*
[confusing what is real]The sad thing about accepting reality[confusing what is real]1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word
When you've always known there is nothing else
I like pretending other dimensions and realms exist
I almost want to believe gods and ghosts
But my reasoning kicks in
Sometimes I wish I had supernatural powers
I don't want to grow old as a boring human
When a fictional world seems better
What point is there to continue existing in this one?
Madness and hallucination
Though scary, seems like a better way of living
At least your brain can conjure the world you want
But is living a lie worse than being aware?
Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 15Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 154 years ago in Short Stories
Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure
A huge solar wave hit the sails and sent us flying back into the safety of space. I opened my eyes as I heard the crew members cheering. I saw Morph turn back into a blob and then sigh and melt into a puddle on the floor.
Silver and Jim stood up from the mast. Jim still hung onto me. I could have asked him to let me go, but I didn't want to. Jim looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back. He let me go, but he wrapped his arm casually around me so his hand held the arm opposite him instead.
Delbert started to talk to Captain Amelia as he detangled himself from a pile of ropes he had fallen in.
"Captain! That-oh my goodness-that was-that was absolutely- that was the most " he started, trying to find the right words.
"Oh tish-tosh," the Captain interrupted, gazing through an instrument into space. "Actually, Doctor, your astronomical advice was most helpful." She finished, complimenting him.
Delbert seemed taken aback by this, not expect
Prussia x Tomboy!Reader Valentine's Confusion"That will never happen, Elizabeta," I say, smiling but shaking my head.Prussia x Tomboy!Reader Valentine's Confusion2 years ago in Romance
"Have some faith! Just because you don't think so, doesn't mean that it's impossible!" Elizabeta replies. I look at the Valentine's Dance flier in my hand, and shake my head again.
"Come on, there are better choices than me. A guy wouldn't ask someone like me out. Besides, I'm glad being forever alone!" I say, assuring her, sad that I'm alone yet again on the day of love.
"Please, the only one in this school who guys wouldn't ask out is me. I have a frying pan and I'm not afraid to use it, remember?" she says, pulling out her frying pan out of random. I laugh and ask,
"Remind me again why they let you carry that around on campus?"
"I'm in cooking class, so they think that I just like to bring my own pan," the brunette says, smirking. I roll my eyes at my violent, but faithful friend.
"Even if you're violent and beat them up, they still think you're pretty, so
Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 12Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 124 years ago in Short Stories
Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure
Over the next few months, Silver worked Jim and me till we were ready to fall over and die. Every once and a while, we'd have to scrape barnacles off the hull of the ship. It was tough work. Using my arm this much aggravated the gash; it even reopened a couple of times, bleeding through the new bandage and preventing it from healing. But eventually it did, leaving only a hairline scar.
Silver once tried to teach us how to make a good, sturdy knot. Jim figured it out before Silver even finished showing us how. I wasn't so lucky. As Silver would repeatedly show me how to tie the knot, I would stare at Jim, who was wandering aimlessly around the deck of the ship. Eventually, Silver just told me to go and that we would try again another day.
I climbed down to the deck and walked next to Jim to see if he would notice me. He didn't acknowledge my presence, so I contented to walking beside him silence.
Jim and I had to scrub the deck a lot. It was