ColdCold6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stonekit had never been so cold in his entire life. Well, then again, he’s almost one moon old now, but Stonekit was almost positive that he would never feel such cold every again, and he planned to live for many, many moons. He tried to take his mind off the frigid weather by thinking about his future; his mother had always told them to plan for big things in life. Stonekit planned to become Clan leader one day, with Mistykit as his deputy. He wasn’t sure about Mosskit; perhaps she would become his medicine cat? Yeah…they would rule ThunderClan forever and make it the best Clan in the forest! He would become Stonestar, the greatest leader that ThunderClan has ever seen!
“It’s cold,” he heard Mistykit whimper. Stonekit glanced from behind his shoulder; he could barely see his sister’s blue-gray pelt against the snow let alone Mosskit’s gray and white fur.
An idea struck the young kit’s mind. “Hey, Mistykit, check out my hunter
Wolf Heritage - Prologo"Silencioso es el viento que sopla a través de nuestro pelajeWolf Heritage - Prologo5 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
La blanca luna reluce más que el propio brillo
de nuestros brillantes ojos. En la distancia está el débil
aullido de nuestra especie, los hijos de la noche,
del colmillo, y de la luna. Durante siglos,
nuestra existencia ha sido desconocido por los mortales,
las crónicas de nuestra historia, perdidas en los alcances del tiempo.
Nuestro silencio amenaza con romperse, la culpa es sólo
nuestra, porque con nuestro colmillo y a partir de nuestra soledad, hemos
creado una guerra, una guerra con un enemigo de nuestra propia creación.
Si estas hostilidades no se establecen rápidamente, nuestro mundo
se volverá a ser uno con los mortales, y la guerra
habrá terminado, y el exterminio, de nuestra especie y
nuestro enemigo, se iniciará de nuevo."
- Los Lycans
Kingdom Hearts: Heart and Soul, chapter 33Chapter 33: How many wizards does it take...?Kingdom Hearts: Heart and Soul, chapter 337 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Salem paused from the slightly annoying tune he’d been whistling to glance down at Wendy. “So, little lady…How many of these guilds are supposed to be at this meeting anyhow?”
Following directions from Carla (who had been smart enough to bring a map with her before leaving their guild), their group of Anima, mages, and Keyblade wielder were on route to the scheduled meeting place for the wizard coalition.
According to Wendy, there were to be representatives from four guilds present, including Cait Shelter. The meeting was being held and hosted in a villa belonging to the guild master of the coalition’s first guild, Blue Pegasus. Apparently, the guild was known for their powerful and attractive guild members. They were often featured in magazines and a few of their members were also models. Tegan wondered why attractiveness was a requisite of being a member, but decided
The Preserver's ChargeIt's not even a proper weapon, the bindings on it would have expired in minutes and the bolt isn't even very sharp. The bow that launched it was cobbled out of scrap wood, and took three tries to load it without it falling apart. But as it spirals home towards that distant figure, the bindings hold it aloft and steady. The figure on the balcony raises a hand to the crowd, and begins to speak. The thump of the bolt striking home interrupts him and he falls. There is a moment of silence and then someone screams. There is a red spray on the wall, noble blood spilled.The Preserver's Charge1 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This can't be happening. The Suspended can't just die like that, the Duke of Varn lasted for a week before he died. Rumor has it he pulled the dagger from his heart and killed the assassin. Then Vorian's eyes flutter back open and stare blearily upward. “Sir, a messenger to House Anima is already on it's way.”
He nods and grits his teeth. Red froth bubbles from the bold in his chest with every breath. A minu
The wrong targetLex brushed his hand across his forehead, and then regretted it. He knew he would now have a third eyebrow thanks to the grease on his hand. With a sigh he tugged a rag from under a small wooden box, selected the cleanest spot on the fabric, and vigorously scrubbed at where he thought the grease would be.The wrong target4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shop was cramped, humid and warmly lit. Lex stood, stretching his arms and glancing at the array of stationary steam boilers along one wall. One of them was burning lower than usual. He walked over to it, tugging a heavy leather glove onto his right hand as he approached the boiler. With his gloved hand he opened hatch into the firebox. In a few deft moves he tossed handfuls of coal into the firebox until the fire perked up again. He closed the hatch as the boiler’s lines hissed and sputtered, the steam in them rushing to power machines around the shop.
Returning to his current project, Lex frowned. On the workbench before him lay the disemboweled remains of a gearbox. It ha
OC Bio: Genar C. Helix Genar is a half-breed between humans and kinasco. Kinasco are a tribe of humanoid beasts. The kinasco culture he was raised in would allow cross breeding of different species either the kinasco adopted their new mates culture and traditions or vice versa. Genar's mother was a purebred kinasco that married a man who agreed to adopt the kinasco traditions. After a few months he left and it was discovered that he was a murderer and con artist. Genar's mother was already half way through pregnancy with him and could not fend for both him and herself. She had to resort to relying on the other kinasco for the remainder of her pregnancy. Unfortunately she died giving birth to Genar. Genar was given to a foster mother and father who were told to never tell him of his biological parents. Genar lived a life of ridicule from the other kinasco children. Whenever an adult noticed this however, the children were reprimanded with a bare minimum of prostration. Such punishments were usualOC Bio: Genar C. Helix6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Tale of Bailey BahadurHe sighed deeply and reached for the door. Thinking better of it, the seemingly unremarkable gentleman stopped and withdrew his hand. Around him, the streets were entirely devoid of color or expression and only the birds from unseen perches provided any thought of natural life. A mishmash of architectural styles collided in the weathered and graying facades of London’s Silvertown, and the smoke of a thousand exhaust pipes whispered as he pondered what his life had become. He could leave now; could have left long ago, so why didn’t he? He stood there for a long while, feeling the wintry London wind on his face. It wasn’t always this way he thought, remembering back to a different time. A time when he was a military man and an officer: a warrior and a gentleman. He reached down in to his pockets where he thumbed his ruined epaulette and service revolver, it could get dangerous around this part of London’s factory district and he had never quite kicked the habit ofThe Tale of Bailey Bahadur38 minutes ago in Historical More Like This
Lit Cigarette (HP)Ryger 1833Lit Cigarette (HP)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
First person POV
AU- Another Universe
Humans are such stupid creatures. Getting drunk and high off poisonous drugs because of exams, cutting themselves over a broken heart, running through a highway full of cars just to get that ten dollar bill etc etc. It's sad and also rather amusing to watch the many ways these people deal with stress and heartbreaks. Personally I don't mind if any of these random people I hear on the news die from their stupid mistakes. This planet has enough humans being born every day to cover the loss.
Talking about stupid and annoying humans.
Just as I turned off the television, I heard footsteps coming up to me from behind. Judging by the heavy foot falls, I knew exactly who it was. "What do you want?" I called, glancing behind me as the not so stealthy man walked into the room.
He shrugged, "Nothing much, just
Kirby's Commission 2 - The Midnight RideDaell was riding down the highway when his motorcycle started to make some noise and slow down. He pulled over to the side and turned it off. After taking off his helmet, he got off and inspected his bike. He didn't see anything wrong with it and just as he pulled out his phone and, reluctantly, found Arthur's number someone called his name.Kirby's Commission 2 - The Midnight Ride1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked up and saw Morgan in a truck with... her... father...
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"My bike stopped working for no reason," Daell replied. "What are you doing here?"
"We're on our way to pick up some," she used air quotes. "'Junk'. Hey! Why don't you load your bike up onto the bed of the truck? I can try and fix it up for you there as long as you help my dad in my place."
He thought it over before nodding his head.
Daell was hiding his blush using his bangs and hand. The truck didn't have a middle seat for Morgan and her dad needed to drive so, with his permission, Morgan sat on Daell's lap. He fought off his blush as best as
Without strength of mind.Imperturbability wrought trepidation; clandestinely committed stagnation.Without strength of mind.1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Keeping Secrets, Ch. 1..1.Keeping Secrets, Ch. 1.4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I was walking, I felt the cold wind hit against my arms.
Because it was snowing, I could barely see where I was going. I thought I might fall. If I tried to go on like this, I'd surely freeze. I was practically blinded by the white particles in front of me.
Since I had apparently just walked out of the comfort of my own home, not knowing what worldly problems awaited me, all that I was dressed in was typical washed blue jeans, a rosy pink sweater, and those fake store brand Uggs that everybody had. I wasn't dressed for this weather.
I was going to die, and anybody in their right mind would know that.
After a while, the storm had died down. Ever so slightly. Just enough so I could see my way to the park-- a place I usually felt welcomed. Although it felt foreign, blanketed with the white snow.
I took a few steps forward, into the snow-covered park, and I heard the crunch of the ground underneath me. I continued to walk, but then stopped abruptly when I noticed a man leaning again
White CatThis was at least the thirtieth time I had to climb this tree. I don't know who's cat this is or why I keep bothering with it, especially considering I'm highly allergic to cats and the snow. But without fail I drag myself out into the freezing snow, climb this tree to retrieve this black cat, and climb back down. I do not think about it anymore, it's second nature to me. I feel like it's all I ever do anymore, go out into the snow and get this cat. Once I am finally about to get comfortable again, that damn (pardon my French) cat gets stuck in the tree again. I tried to just leave it in the tree once, but the cat did not move. The cat stayed there without eating or drinking, I'm not even sure if it was breathing, while snow piled up on it. Even though I despise cats and snow, I could not find it in my heart to let the poor creature stay up in that tree. I would bring the cat inside to warm up every time I got it out of the tree, I even gave the feline some food and water. But the catWhite Cat6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Diary of the Conflicted [Entry 1]March 25th, 2015Diary of the Conflicted [Entry 1]20 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Rogue. This is my first time writing to you, as you probably know, if you existed. You're full of pages and I'm full of words to fill them with, so let me just get started with my life.
I'm eighteen, a drop out student with no GED or high school diploma. Now, my parents will inform you that this was clearly my decision, and that the reason for my being unsuccessful is remarkably only at my own hands. They're irresponsible and refuse to take a sliver of it for their misconstrued actions. I'm left dealing with the fact that I could have simply kept my mouth shut. I know how they are, but still I decided that requesting permission to drop out was a good idea. In a way, I'm at fault. A big way, I suppose.
My best friend, also my boyfriend, Ash [short for Ashtyn], have been together for almost a year now. At first, things were messy and co
Shaded Wings (Chapter 1): ThunderShaded Wings (Chapter 1): Thunder2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the first part...
I am 17 years old and I don't know what I am anymore. I-It all started when my mom disappeared, the dreams appeared, and I woke up at 3:00am exactly. It all started with the storm.
Xxx ACTUAL FIRST PART xxX
~~~ Dreamland ~~~
It was dark and cold. The moonlight was my only source of light as I tentatively walked through the barren lands. The air was still, but there were still chills running throughout my body.
It was almost as if someone was watching me. There was an ominous looking forest that loomed far away from me, but for some reason I was heading straight for it.
An evil laugh echoed through the dead and gnarled lands.
"I'm coming for you little one. Your wings can't save you now and neither can your savior." A low and seemingly demonic voice purred.
I shuttered and a shadow fell across the land. I looked up at the moon to see a winged figure tearing through the sky.
"Be afraid." He warned.
Top 10 Littlest Pet Shop Season 3 SongsOne thing I noticed about the third season was that it didn’t have many songs in it. In fact, this list has the majority of this season’s songs. I guess Daniel Ingram was busy with other projects. But I just want to mention that the ones at the top of the list were some of the show’s best, so I guess this is a case of quality over quantity. For the list, I will talk about the song itself and everything that goes on during it. Also, how much I liked the episode does not affect how much I liked the song.Top 10 Littlest Pet Shop Season 3 Songs5 hours ago in Editorial More Like This
This song was sung by the Soul Patches, a fictional band from the show. While it was a good song, I’m not really into boy bands, so I couldn’t get into it. The visuals mainly revolved around everybody getting ready for Pet Fest, nothing too spectacular. Overall, it was a decent montage song, but not my cup of tea.
9) Treasure Out of Trash
I briefly covered this song in a previous article. This was sung by the one shot character LeMasque. I
PrzeznaczenieAni jeden nie jest samotny. Otaczają go jego lustrzane kopie w ogromnej ilości. Ślepy los rzuca nimi o ściany pudełka. Ale wciąż pozostają w zwartej grupie, w rozkosznym rozgardiaszu dotykają się czule. Myślą, że kiedy już wszystko się ułoży, w harmonii staną obok siebie – ciche i piękne w swej powtarzalności. Jednak przypadek sprawia, że lądują w dwu różnych końcach własnego świata. Czy tęsknią? Nie wiem. Ja tęsknię.Przeznaczenie6 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Tickle ClownCallum had always hated clowns. They weren’t funny. They looked scary! And now he was at a birthday party, hiding in the corner and hoping he wasn’t seen. The dirty blond eight year old continued to squirm nervously throughout the performance.The Tickle Clown3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Benji the clown hated seeing kids frightened, and so he decided to do a special feather ‘test’ for the one child sitting in the corner. “For this next trick, I need someone who looks sad!” cried Benji. Callum blushed and looked away, hoping he wouldn’t be spotted. But then suddenly he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He braved a look and gasped, looking away and shaking.
“Shhh dear boy… I’m not going to hurt you! Are you scared of clowns?” Benji the clown asked.
“Aha,” said Callum in a small voice.
“Are you ticklish?” Benji asked.
“Yes hehe!” Callum giggled, hugging his body and grinning timidly.
“Great! I need a ticklish one for this tr
perfection isn't perfectBeautiful. Oh Lord. I've never seen something as beautiful. Pale skin. Pink lips. Heaven. Mine. This perfection is mine. Or was. I can't believe you would do something like this. I can't. You were so in love. You were infatuated with me. Petting me. Hands never of me. Holding my hand. Stroking my face. Always connected. Always together.perfection isn't perfect35 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wasn't suspicious. No. I trusted you fully. I knew. You would never betray me. But there you where. Intertwined with another. The same kind of love you showed for me. At first, I thought it was a misunderstanding. But when you spoke to me, I could see the shame in your face. See the falsehood. It was a scam. There was no love. Only lust.
I screamed at you. Shattering. Glass, and my heart, both spilled on the floor. You tried to calm me. But I wouldn't let you get near. You sick, twisted, perfect, asshole. Broken. Not just me, not just the glass, but my whole world was broken. I don't want to know why. I don't care why. I could never care.
You still to
Hitman Troubles: Chapter 1Haruka walked down the hall of an old abandoned hotel. She had no idea what to expect. She was contacted earlier in the day and was told to meet said contact in this building at night. She stopped to listen for any signs of life. Nothing. Complete silence, not even the noises from the city where the hotel rested. It was almost as if this old place was removed from reality itself. She shook her head at the thought. Silly nonsense like that couldn't resonate through her head at this moment. She needed to focus, and keep her reputation afloat. The room ahead of her was enormous, must've been the dining room. There sitting at a table, was a man in a black cloak. "That must be him", Haruka thought to herself as she approached him. The man looked up, "Are you the one called Haruka?", he asked. "I am. What's the job and more importantly, the price?".Hitman Troubles: Chapter 15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He removed the cloak and handed her a contract. "I need you to sign these first.". She grabbed the papers and noticed the big bold words at the
The Purged Chapter 3 AjaxThe Purged Chapter 3 Ajax7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER THREE: AJAX'S POV: I'm standing in the middle of an empty street, it's dark all around me and all I can make out are the shadows of abandoned buildings around me. I shudder as the night's elements and cold air envelope my skin. I hear something in the distance, so I close my eyes and listen. It's getting closer. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the drone of aero engines and the sound of indiscriminate artillery fire roaring from every direction. My eyes open, but I still see darkness. A silhouette appears in the distance, laboriously moving towards me. I try to focus my ey
UntitledWhen the girl asked for a pina colada, I gave her one of those looks like “who the fuck are you kidding?” Her eyes were wide, and the nerdy glasses only made them wider; and with a round face she looked like she couldn’t be more than fifteen. But sure enough, she tossed me an ID that said she was legal, at least as of a week ago.Untitled2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My entire time waiting on her I had been deliberating what race she was. I thought maybe she was Indian, of the Native American variety that is, until I looked at her ID.
Bethari Cohen was what it said. and Bethari seemed a bit more like a Hindu name than a Native name, by far. She lived up a couple roads away from the bar, and she supposedly had her twenty-first birthday back on the ninth.
It was 8:00 PM on a Thursday in Greenville, and Applebee’s wasn’t exactly the place you gave a fake ID. Weren’t kids more into beer anyway?
The ID looked real enough so I ducked behind the counter and mixed her drink, tending to a couple
Misty Soul Chapter 2: And our story unfolds..Misty Soul chapter 2:Misty Soul Chapter 2: And our story unfolds..5 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(A/N: No more school )
"Misty! Wake up!" Misty heard. She opened her silver eyes and saw Stefon looking at her with frantic eyes. Stefon saw that she was awake and tossed her over his shoulder, she scent of smoke wafting through the air.
"Reinah!" Stefon yelled and Reinah joined them. They ran out of the burning apartment... Burning in purple colored flames. The three didn't stop running until they reached what looks to be a safe house.
"Mist, your skin is purple!" Reinah gasped. Misty wriggled out of Stefon's grasp and looked her skin over.
"I haven't had any time to fix it." Misty grumbled as Stefon placed a hand over Misty's forehead.. Misty was now ivory colored. The three entered the household and there was a huge amount of people.
"Stefon, what's going on?" Misty asked.
"The whole town was lit on fire by a mysterious entity." Stefon answered. Misty examined the safe house and noticed that Ren was there, Ren was cov