yesterday."to make a daisy chain, you have to kill the flower," he says absentmindedly, elbows-and-knees deep in the rushing waves of summer field grass.yesterday.8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"no, you don't," I insist. my back is pressed to the bark of the tree behind me and the summer sun is caramel yellow on my skin. I'm thirteen, naive, soft-centered. at this point in my life, I have let no one break my heart or ruin the neat tight zippers of my long skirts.
"yes, you do." to prove his point, he wrenches a flower from the soil, taking up a clod of roots with it. teasingly, he shakes it in front of my eyes, dusts me with the dirt--I squeal girlishly and brush myself off. then his smile fades; his fingernail slits the daisy's slick stem. with perhaps more force than is necessary, he stabs a second daisy's stem through the tiny hole. "see?"
"well. okay. I guess you do need to kill it. but who cares?"
he shrugs. he's already turned his attention to the sea of weeds all around us. for a while I sit cross-legged next to him, watc
The Phoenix Sonata - Chapter 1The Phoenix Sonata - Chapter 122 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome to our world ! Blissed with magical essence, here live many kinds you would consider Legends or myths, and for now in peace.
A truly enchanting world, leaves are tinted in an incandescent orange peculiar to autumn, reflecting the rim light of the sun falling beyond the horizon.
And I'm here, looking at this marvelous scenery, sitting on a twirling cloud seeking for a shelter to spend the night and rest after my long travel.
Who am I ? Good question, my name is Phoena and although I seem to be Phoenix, I'm not exactly one...
There, between some crooked trees in the forest bellow, seems to be a ruined house. Desperate to rest and Artemis starting to show herself I decide to get down my cloud and go take a look.
It is amazingly dusty, probably abandonned for decennia, with the wall slowly falling appart and a crooked unstable looking bed, still let's try i- *crash*
P: Of course it'd fall apart, stupid !
From the point I've fallen, I can notice a small box. I
Please (Young!Lucius MalfoyXSister!Reader)The corridors were empty as most of the students were outside enjoying the hot sunny day. You were on your way to meet Bellatrix and Narcissa so they could help you pick a dress for the upcoming ball. The only problem was a date. Being Lucius's sister automatically meant no boys were allowed near you besides the ones Lucius trusted most. Thankfully the boy you were crushing on, Bartemius Crouch Jr, was one of Lucius's friends so you got to see him regularly. Now all you had to do was convince Lucius to let you go to the ball with him after Barty had asked you that morning. You saw Lucius sitting with Severus and Evan Rosier under a tree so you went and sat with them.Please (Young!Lucius MalfoyXSister!Reader)11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What?" Lucius asked when he saw the look in your eyes.
"Cant I come sit next to my big brother?" You mocked hurt as Severus and Evan exchanged a look.
"No now what do you want?" Lucius replied.
"You know how that ball is coming up?" You said innocently.
"Do you want me to commit murder?" Lucius countered.
"Lucius! Come on
Werewolf Tickles: Part 1Werewolf Tickles: Part 112 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jake stood before the forest of giant trees and gazed into its dark depths curiously. The air was permeated by the cries of several various song birds as they called melodiously to one another. A gentle breeze blew through the wooded grove and brought with it a sweet earthy scent that made Jake smile. This was truly a peaceful place.
That held a dark secret.
“The Wolf Forest ,” Jake said to no one in particular. He lifted his nose to the air and gave a small sniff, testing its scent. At first he only smelled that same familiar earthy smell, but after a moment it came to him. A scent that he had only smelled once in his entire lifetime, but one that he would never forget.
The scent of a werewolf.
As if on cue, a pair of glowing yellow eyes appeared from within the dark foliage directly ahead of him. A low growl of rage emitted from the same area and Jake immediately went on the defense. He crouched low, making himself less of target and then
100 Pokemon that deserve Mega Evolutions (100-76)Aloha, everybody! It is I, Dandy Andy! And welcome to a brand new little project that I am working on right now! This is going to be a little something that I have been thinking about recently, and I want to share it with all of you out there. It's all about Pokemon.100 Pokemon that deserve Mega Evolutions (100-76)8 hours ago in Editorial More Like This
Ah, Pokemon. The very franchise of Nintendo that has been around for 20 years now, and it still holds up today. Of course, by 20 years, I mean by its Japanese release in '95. It wasn't known to the rest of the world until '98. And the premise is very simply yet enjoyable. And knowing how they expanded on the bestiary of the whole franchise is astonishing. It never ceases to amaze me. And it is on its sixth generation.
Generation VI introuced an interesting concept when it was still in production. And that was known as Mega Evolution. At first, us fans were a little skeptical about the idea at first. Pokemon that we all know transforming into more powerful temporary forms? That didn't seem like something we'd want. Instead
Tawna Bandicoot TG TFTawna Bandicoot TG TF22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's over, Preston. We just weren't meant to be. I hope you find someone, I really mean that." my ex-girlfriend Bree said as she hung up. It had been one of the worst days in recent memory; my girlfriend had called to tell me that she was breaking up with me for, of all people, my best friend Travis. Me and him had been friends ever since we met back in junior high, making the sting even more painful.
I took a deep breath as I plopped down onto my bed. I felt like burying my face in my pillow to dwell in my sorrow, but I had to go buy a new printer so I could print my term paper. The one I had, much like my relationship with Bree, was expensive and short-lasting. Normally I would search online, but I wasn't willing to wait for it to be delivered, thus leaving my options limited.
On my way to the mall, I noticed the nightclub that me and Bree used to frequent had a special tonight: couples get in for half-price. Figures, it seemed like it was me against the world today. I pulled in to
Queen of the RingPaul Voltaire was a fast rising star on the boxing scene. Standing a hair over 6 foot 5 inches and considered freakishly fast and powerful he had become the regional champ and was being considered a serious contender for the world title in the near future. His sponsors and trainer had all been convinced to put him into some side exhibition match on the way. The challenger was kept a mystery to him so when he walked through the crowd and entered the ring he was surprised to see a woman about a half foot shorter than him.Queen of the Ring17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had on an over-sized robe covering her body and dangling over her own set of boxing gloves, but the over-sized drape of it didn't entirely hide her clearly killer figure. Black hair framed what was probably the most perfectly beautiful face he'd ever laid eyes on even counting heavily Photoshopped magazine work on super models. She watched him approach with a smug grin.
"Hmm, I think you should reconsider lady," he said and she only raised an eyebrow in response, "w
Stotic Friendship [Seta Souji/Yu Narukami TF/MC]Stotic Friendship [Seta Souji/Yu Narukami TF/MC]15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written By ZacharyEverlust
Sitting down on your favourite couch. Red-orange-black, whichever colour that suits you and your home the best. You were busy watching TV, flipping onto your favourite channels and new ones that you have never explored. Doing so for the past 30 minutes, with the time being 11:59pm right now.
You got this strange remote earlier today, a buck from a garage sale. The person carrying out the sale was a white-long haired lady dressed like an elevator attendant, whom you find strangely drawn to. Deciding to purchase something as a form of tribute to her, even if it is quite an odd thing to buy.
She did tell you that if you were to press the “play button” when the clock strikes twelve, you’d be able be face to face with your “destined partner”. For a buck, it is pretty worth it …Well, at least it’s just a buck.
“Click!” Pressing t
STAMPED: RETURN TO SENDER Dear Love-Making,STAMPED: RETURN TO SENDER 5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You sound so wonderfully terrifying that I find myself having wet daydreams about you.
I imagine what it will feel to trace the bumps of her naked spine as she lays, naked and free, on my egg-white sheets.
They'll crinkle just perfectly and her lips will be sleepy and taste like tea on a rainy afternoon.
I'll caress every crease in her body, she'll become the perfect canvas for my ink.
Oh, I'll write poems about the way her lips curl when she says she loves me,
or the shape of her mouth like a broken heart that becomes whole when they meet mine.
All I wish now was that I could somehow send her a message, a subtle breeze one evening in late autumn,
or maybe the sweetness of an overly ripe strawberry to remind her of my existence.
That wherever I am I shall find her. And I want her to know that I long to cherish and worship her.
I long to write verses about her. I long to love her and for her to love me just the same.
And finally, that I hope we'll
Creepypasta: I Don't Want to KnowCreepypasta: I Don’t Want to KnowCreepypasta: I Don't Want to Know17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’ve been trying to figure it out. Am I real? The old saw “I think, therefore I am” can’t be trusted in this situation, because I’ve come to the conclusion that even the people in my own dreams have their own lives. Lives which end as soon as the dreamer wakes.
So, the question is, will I wake up? Or am I not the dreamer? Am I just a character in someone else’s fantasy, who will vanish as soon as reality intrudes?
It all started when the man in the mirror started acting strangely. Sorry, no, it started when I acquired the mirror. I was moving into my own apartment after a lifetime spent living with my parents, and because money was a bit tight I couldn’t buy many new things. Instead I had to raid the second-hand stores, Goodwill, Salvation Army, thrift stores, the usual suspects.
The mirror seemed completely innocuous, and aside from being an exceptional value for the money there was nothing out of the or
Trailblaze - Chapter: 20Trailblaze - Chapter: 2018 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 20 A True Friend
Zi launched herself off of the castle balcony and slid into the gardens. She turned passed the topiaries to see her husband standing before her. "Tsao," she panted. "Why have you returned?"
He walked up and caressed her pale cheek. "Because I did not believe what I had heard. You would never betray our clan."
"What...what are you talking about?"
"Clearly this Arendellian has brainwashed you into thinking his cause is just. I have returned to bring you home." He reached for her hand but she shuttered.
"Tsao, the Raven is evil."
"But do you not trust our grandmaster?"
Zi stomped, "I trusted our grandmaster when he gave orders himself. Orders that protected China. Now he works for the highest bidder."
Tsao grimaced and shook his head, "You foolish, igno
The Cruise pt. 1The CruiseThe Cruise pt. 114 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Contains drug use, inhuman amounts of stuffing, and vore. If these things bother you, don't read)
“Just do it already!” Jan elbowed Britt, who was holding a needle above her left arm. Her right hand trembled as she pressed the needle against her vein and into the skin. By the time she thumbed the plunger, Britt's eyes were bulging in terror. At last, she plunged the mysterious, shiny black liquid into her veins and the world went dark.
[Several Hours Earlier]
“This cruise sucks.” Jan had her elbow on the bar counter where the four girls were sipping on expensive Long Island Iced Teas. “Where are all the hot guys?” Spring break was supposed to be a magical week of partying but instead of guys, the girls were surrounded by unsupervised children and forty year olds passed out on deck chairs.
Kyle sighed watching a group of eight geriatrics putter across the deck with their shuffleboard sticks slung over their shoulder. “Drink up girls.
INDOMIE AYAM BAWANG (BERWALD OXENSTEIRNA X READER)INDOMIE-AYAM BAWANG FLAVOUR (Berwald Oxensteirna x Reader)INDOMIE AYAM BAWANG (BERWALD OXENSTEIRNA X READER)21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: All the Hetalia characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz, not me. Indomie is not mine too. In fact, it’s a real instant noodles product and its deliciousness is real as real can be. In the end, I only own the plot—got that memorised?
A soft instrumental tune filled the workshop where Berwald honed his wood crafting skill. The said Swede was sitting on a stool, facing the table on which many chisels were neatly arranged—contrasting the scattered wood flakes.
His gaze was focusing on something grasped on his fingers. Upon closer inspection, the wood piece has taken the shape of chess pawn after Berwald have sculptured it with precision. He blew some air to its round head, cleaning the surface from dust.
Settling down the pawn next to the rest of a chess set, he looked at the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall just above his desk. He stared it for a minute or two before a small door on it opened and let a
The Modern DecadeI peeked through the blinds at the hoards of mindless clones that marched down the abandoned highway.The Modern Decade9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Be like everyone else and you will be safe.
Be like everyone else and you will be safe.
Be like everyone else and you will be safe.
Be like everyone else and you will be safe.
Be like everyone else and you will be safe."
The mantra drifted in a monotone from the mouth of each identical zombie. Some of those people may have used to be my friend, but it was impossible to tell them apart nowadays.
I sighed, leaning back against the wall. No one had predicted the apocalypse would result every human on the planet shifting to look exactly like everyone else.
"Be yourself and you will stay free. Be yourself and you will stay free.
Be yourself and you will stay free. Be yourself and you will stay free..." I repeated in a desperate attempt to tune out the chanting from outside. I couldn't let their words reach me.
"Be yourself and you
FelyxMaya - Fortune and Fame and Nothing to GainIt was a lot fuller than she had thought it would be, with what had to be dozens, if not hundreds of people starting to flood the grounds. Not for the first time today, Maya found herself wishing she had brought a friend along.FelyxMaya - Fortune and Fame and Nothing to Gain9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Truth be told though, none of her friends really had any interest in this sort of scene. And admittedly, she hadn’t for the longest time either. She felt as if she stood out like a sore thumb amongst the mainly dark-clad fans of Marble Panic that were waiting for the concert area to open, what with her pale blue jeans and floral blouse. Granted, there were quite a few people that didn’t fully fit the stereotype associated with this type of music, but they felt very much like a minority.
She glanced around slowly, vivid blue eyes taking in her surroundings until she found a merchandise stand. Posters, t-shirts, CDs, as well as little cards with photos of the band members and their signatures, though she doubted these had been handwritten. With
Tea Leaves and AurasLong, long ago, in the early mists of pre-teabag time, I had this psychic Auntie, who I used to visit with my mother. Abundant cuppas were a way of life then: a panacea for all ills, and an excuse to sit around gossiping – and as in my case and mum's – a chance to have our fortunes told, from all the wayward tea-leaves that escaped the tea strainer into our cups. As a five-year-old I was suitably impressed when Auntie read the tea leaves for us: she predicted all manner of events, mostly doom-laden ones it had to be said – and then there were months of trepidation to endure as the predictions came true. Also, she had the gift of seeing auras, which I found even more fascinating. It was a handy gift to have, to be sure, as not only could she see people’s state of well-being and able to predict illnesses, she could also tell when people were telling the truth.Tea Leaves and Auras20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time passed, Auntie sadly died, but I thought of her often and wished that I had asked her how to develop
Sam and catgirlsIt was a very busy day in Nickelodeon on sunset where they were recording the first episode of Sam and Cat involving live audience. And Ariana Grande and Jennette McCurdy where at the entrance welcoming people. Most of the people that entered the studio where children and pre-teens. But suddenly there was a teenage girl probably around sixteen entering the studio. It wasn’t that strange because there were a few other teenagers around that age that entered. But she look like a goth chick with bright pink colored hair, around five teen piercings in her face and ears and tattoo of a snake on her arm. Ariana was kind of surprised by her appearance but she stayed in her role and said “Hello…uhm girl what brings you to this studio on this beautiful day” The girl raised an eyebrow and said “I’m Tara and I’m here to watch your show” “Oh okay welcome Tara I hope you enjoy it.” Ariana said with joy. Tara just ignored her and walked pastSam and catgirls17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Street princess :Aristocrat!EnglandxReader: Part 3Street princess :Aristocrat!EnglandxReader: Part 313 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(f/n) felt the warm rays of sun hit her face. She cracked her eyes open but quickly closed
them because of the bright light. The environment was different this time. She was no
longer lying on that hard surface. Instead her body sunk into light soft cushions and there was a faint pleasant aroma drifting around her. (f/n) made an attempt to get out of bed, but a sharp pain cut though her head before she could do so. Despite the awful headache she managed to sit herself at the edge of the bed.
The room she was in had massive windows with light see-trough curtains and soft pink wallpaper decorating the walls. The floor was made out of some light wood. Oak? Or maybe birch? (f/n) wondered for a moment before her gaze flew towards the door.
The doorknob was turning slowly, quietly. The girl tensed up when a maid poked her head into the room. She curiously looked at her and quickly closed the door again. (f/n) was about to get up and chase after her but then she heard a quiet ‘click
Mary chapter 1.Mary chapter 1.22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She was a good girl... Mary was.... None of the children liked her... Or maybe they did I don't know... But the poor girl always got teased.. The girls hated her. They'd say she was too beautiful for her own good.. A dead beat model they'd call her... It was awful.. What those vile girls did to her... The boys... Oh the boys... They loved her.. Oh they loved her very much... So very, very much... Too beautiful she was..."
It was just another dreadful day at school. Boarding school. Oh how Mary hated it. She didn't know why the girls hated her so much but quite frankly, she hated them just as much. They were always pushing her around, tripping her, calling her names, pulling her hair, destroying mirrors in bathrooms when she tried using them, everything. She was sick of it. 'Gary Mary' they'd call her or 'Mary Larry's as blue as a blueberry' she hated it, she hated all of it! "One day they'll get what's coming to them." She said, as she forced herself out of bed. "Time to get to
Mary the MagicianMary the MagicianMary the Magician6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kelly Moore was proud of herself as she got out of her SUV. She brushed her long brown hair away from her face and grabbed the groceries out of the back seat.
Stepping inside the house she quickly put the groceries away and thought to herself, 11 a.m. and I already took Katie to school and got the groceries. Wait what’s that sound?
It was faint but she could hear a female voice coming from inside the house. As she made her way down the hall to her daughter’s room it began to grow louder.
Ugh she left the TV on again, Kelly thought, as she opened the door.
On the TV a young redheaded CGI woman was standing on a stage. She was decked out in a surprisingly risqué outfit for a children’s cartoon character. She was Mary the Magician, the latest craze amongst girls aged 8-11. Her dvds mostly focused on her giving stage shows or having magical adventures. The image on the screen was th
Pokemon RPPeople could consider you an overly-attatched Pokemon. Well, because you were overly-attatched. You were overly attatched to your trainer. You were her first Pokemon, and you had an almost unhealthy obsession with her... She had only had you as a Pokemon for her first three years of training, but that would change today. She had decided to get another Pokemon, and she felt as if she was replacing you. You knew you had to stop it, but how! You didn't want to hurt your trainer! And you didn't want to yell at her! You decided to wait until training...Pokemon RP19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You looked at your trainer with the new Pokemon. They were relaxing. What do you do?
-The Pokemon can be male or female.
-The Pokemon can be one of these things: Regular, gijinka, anthro, or "monster boy/girl" (such as naga or lamia for Arbok, kitsune for Vulpix, etc.)
-I would prefer for the Pokemon to be in its second or third evolution stage.
- 18+ is allowed.
-my trainer is female, so this roleplay will be either straight
He'll Come.. GenevieveHe'll Come..13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chryses sighed as he observed his sleeping siblings. Honestly he hated being the early riser. Nobody was ever awake when he was and he usually had nothing to do. He would've loved to go outside and find something to do, but it was so cold...As adventurous as the kit was, he didn't dare go out there by himself. He made a small whining noise as he curled his tail around him waiting for some kind of entertainment.
Genevieve was fast asleep, curled up with her siblings. She always slept in the middle, hating to be cold in anyway. She woke up however, yawning hugely as she did and looked around. It was early, she knew that. She hated waking up early, and was ready to go back to sleep. However she heard a small whining noise, and she looked around. It sounded like it came from her and her bundled siblings. "
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 78It was December. The war had been going on for over four years.Dead Bite: An Undead Story 7810 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
George had been back in the states since the first week of November. But he could not go home. He could not go seek Jorel and see how much he had changed. George imagined he would be much more handsome, his looks refined from late boyhood to emerging manhood. How much he would be changed! George would have changed too, but far more badly.
The Irishman was sitting in the Great Hall of the institution with other patients surrounding him. He fiddled with the chess pieces in front of him, milling over the nurse’s news that he had a visitor. He had not told anyone he was back in New York, but he could only guess it was his father; it was probably protocol to notify the next of kin when someone was admitted.
George felt himself growing angry. It was not his fault. It wasn’t.
Footsteps approached, but George did not look up. He could not bear to see the
IT'S GOOD!!-Mom Serves Me Food-IT'S GOOD!!7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mom: Okay, I hope you like it! It's something different.
Me: Hm, it's good!
Mom: You sure?
Mom: You positive?
Mom: You sure you're not just saying that just to make me feel better?
Me: FOR CHRIST'S SAKE MOM, IT'S GOOD!!
Mom: Okay, Okay! No need to raise your voice..