If Kindness is a Crime Chapter ThreeElizabeth took a step back, studying the demon in the candlelight.If Kindness is a Crime Chapter Three5 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Yes, I did come back, I was curious.” She said cautiously. He tilted his head and smiled.
“That’s not hard to figure out, you’re the only one who ever comes in the forest at all anymore.” He said, studying her as well. “And I see you came prepared.” He nodded at her satchel. He then noticed her knife, which she seemed to have forgotten about. “And there’s that.” He said, flicking his fingers, and suddenly she dropped the blade.
“Ah! It’s hot!” she cried, wringing her hand. She looked at him cautiously. “What did you do?”
He grinned, showing his sharp fangs, and she swallowed nervously. This wasn’t such a good idea, now that I’m thinking about it. No one knows where I am, I could just disappear and no one would ever know what happened to me. She thought. She flinched as he held out his hand.
Strange Scents :: Tokota HuntingOn the snowy tundra, a female dressing in her hunting gear crawled from her tanned skin tent to greet the day. She stretched and gave a yawn before calling out a name "Chakas!" A few yards away, a mound of snow began to move and sift. First emerged a tail, then a head sent a collapse of the den of snow the female had created for herself to sleep in the night. The Tokota uncurled herself and stood, letting the excess snow roll off her coat leisurely.Strange Scents :: Tokota Hunting5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning, Chakas," The female greeted, smiling to the Tokota who came up to her with a slight wag of its tail. "You know what today is?" She asked, turning toward the cooler that had been buried in the snow. "It's the day we go hunting for caribou." The hander pushed snow off the lid and lifted it, only to be greeted by the sight of their last few fish. Out of habit, the female's eyes glanced at the bottom of the lid to read 'Wiley' on it, indicating it was indeed her cooler. Smoothly, the handler retrieved a fish and flung it towards
Something newI could not stop myself from crying. The precious tears rolled down my cheeks as I ran down along the abandoned train tracks just to get away. They had pissed me off for the last time; they had crushed my spirit for the last time.Something new7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't that I had meant to aggravate my family, I truly hated violence and fighting on any level, but when they start in on each other they way they do....something just snapped in me. Before i knew it they were all yelling at me. Telling me how I was too lazy, how I wouldn't become an artist, how I was a pathetic piece of trash. Each and every insult tore viciously into my very being. But I took it quietly while they saw my face dew up in a hopeless attempt to save my pride. Then, when I could stand no more I bolted out of the door of our Victorian home and ran straight. Now here at the edge of our little town, as the sun set hit against the sky turning the spring day a warm gold, I stood looking back. I would not miss this place. The memori
Cuddle Buddies (Kveta and naga!Kenny) "C'mon, can't we just head back already? You've been out here for hours!"Cuddle Buddies (Kveta and naga!Kenny)8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The beach sounded like more fun, if you ask me."
"Well, turn around and walk your sorry butts back! The whole reason I came out here was to get away from you two idiots in the first place!"
Kveta glared over her shoulder at the two young men that had chosen to, unfortunately, follow her on this impromptu hike. Tulio and Ricardo were two boys she'd known since her childhood, brothers from a family with Brazilian heritage. They seemed nice enough at first glance, but having known them for so many years, the young lady was all too familiar with their habit of complaining when things didn't follow their plans. The boys' griping got particularly worse when their plans happened to involve girls. Normally Kveta could put up with their whining, but when they didn't even allow her the option to avoid it, how else was she supposed to react?
untagged - chapter 14Once we had made our way inside the school, I felt a rush of anxiety wash over me. Today was the day the San Romero Scoop came out and ALSO the last day of school before winter break. I was breathing deeply, trying not to be too obvious as I calmed myself down. Jared, Swan and I walked into the cafeteria like the lamest clique ever. I cringed when I saw the stares from everyone as we came in; but I felt even worse when I saw the copies of the SRC in their hands. I wanted to die.untagged - chapter 147 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jared and Swan didn't seem to care; they were far too used to stares. Swan with his victorian-style outfits and piled on make up, and Jared with his red, spiky mohawk led them to be stared at all the time. Both of them had grown big callouses to the insults and stares, but I wasn't used to it in the slightest.
Apparently both of them had noticed my tense nerves. The two both went on either side of me, Swan wrapping one arm around my waist and Jared putting his over my shoulders. My face grew more hot as we made
Raiders Of Danville Park - Part Twelve“You thought we wouldn’t notice you venturing down into that little secret passageway?” The old man chortled from the front seat of the black van. “Of course we noticed. We tried to go after you, but we needed your pawprint to open up the entrance. Good thing we found this.”Raiders Of Danville Park - Part Twelve9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The old man held up a little clay hand. Perry recognized it immediately. Monogram had made models of his handprint with a special kind of clay in case Perry was ever missing in action and someone needed to access his computers.
And Perry knew exactly where it had been hidden. At home.
He hoped with all his heart that Lawrence and Linda had been out.
“So, we sent someone after you. I see he didn’t make it out. Oh well. We’ve got you, and your little boys, too. Who I understand are Phineas and Ferb from the past. Not so high and mighty now, huh?”
Perry turned to Phineas, who was close to tears. Perry felt his heart sink. This was all his fault. He should have just
brakeI'm not in a good place right now and will be taking a brake. do not know when I'll be back onbrake8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Chasing CarsChasing CarsChasing Cars6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The world was stretched around her. A streetlight shone somewhere above her, seemingly miles above her, yet the bright yellow light felt unnaturally close. Somewhere dusk was closing in around her, casting the world into darkness. In her head she could hear the memory of screeching, of metal screaming as it scraped together in a bone-chilling disharmony; then of course, came the cacophony of banging, clanging and crashing. But now it was relatively quiet. Somewhere something was clinking. Lights started to flicker on in bright glowing colours of red, orange, yellow, blue, green and purple floating on the edges of her vision like bokeh lights. It was strangely beautiful. She’d never seen the world from this angle before, lying, as she was, face up in the middle of the street. Noise of people started to interrupt her sense of peace. They were screaming and shouting. She wished they’d just shut up.
Is the Five Nights At Freddy's Series ending?So lately I checked on Scott Cawthon's website and it showed a picture link here: http://www.scottgames.com/Is the Five Nights At Freddy's Series ending?6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
And I was shocked at the picture and search around the internet and it turns out that the series is probably going to end. I felt upset because its going to die like the other video game series (E.x: Half life, Guitar Hero, Portal, and Left for dead). But at the same time a good thing because it doesn't want to go downhill like the Tony Hawk series. So what will happen next will Scott release another Five Nights At Freddy's game, or is this THE END?
The Great Political Race (NOT!): The Politic Four It was scorching hot on the track the day Jamison, Vladimir, Gilen, and Nathen decided to have a race. The race would be cross-country and would include obstacles like mines, trip-wires, flying arrows, and bullets being hurled from every direction. Yet, considering all the wars the quadruplet had seen, this race would be the easiest. Well, maybe not for the Republican. Nathen would probably fall on his face.The Great Political Race (NOT!): The Politic Four8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"OK, guys!" Gilen's voice was magnified by the megaphone he held in his hand, causing Vladimir to flinch when it rang into his eardrums almost painfully. "We're getting ready to start the race. James, do you have the gun?"
The Democrat nodded, holding up the tiny black pistol high so everyone could see.
"Good." Gilen said, looking around. "Is everyone in their track uniforms?"
"Vlad's not!" Nathen complained, repositioning the the bandanna tied on his arm that featured a chibi version of himself. "He's still wear
HS: shy."Niáng, can you tell us a little about yourself?"HS: shy.8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl blinked several times, trying to understand the professor's words, resumed her timid look when a translation was given. Her feet and eyes shifted, moment after moment. Conall encouraged her about what to say: her interests, what the weather was like where she lived, her past education.
She responded with a shook head.
The professor held a warm smile disregarding the silence. "She's a tough little nut to crack." His wife heard the whisper. "Even with the right coaxing." His seat whirled back to his student. A small voice was audible. It urged Conall's body forward against his desk. "Yes...?"
"...I like... to sew."
"Sewing?" He glanced at her clasped hands. "Manual labor is better than idle ones. It is just a hobby?"
Niáng replied she sewn clothes for her husband and two daughters.
The couple in the room, let the wind blew their little shock, exchanging each other looks. "Two children...? I've only seen one child with y
Savior (Part 2 Chapter 5)---Cara---Savior (Part 2 Chapter 5)8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"...and when I woke up they were gone!"
Sam sat on Leo's couch like it was her own, practically laying across 3 pillows while she explained what she saw.
Leo was nowhere to be seen. Sam was alone in her house, so when we asked her where he went, she said she didn't know. According to her, they were hanging out, and some random people came in, but she got knocked out somehow. Apparently they took Leo with them, wherever they went.
Sarah cleared her throat. "Can you be a little more descriptive? Did you see who it was that took him? We're trying to help you here."
Sam shook her head. "All I know was that it was a guy with two goons. Anyway, what do you two want with Leo? Who even are you?"
I sighed. She clearly won't cooperate unless I introduced us. "I'm Cara and she's Sarah. We're... Old friends of Leo's. We heard he was here and we wanted to say hi to him."
Sam didn't seem to b
Battleship Mother~ Chapter 2Madeline led Matthew through the winding twists and turns of Bremerton's Mothball fleet at last arriving at a huge battleship docked just off the highway. USS Missouri was moored beside two other battleships of the same size and design. USS Iowa and USS New Jersey. On both their bows sat two ladies almost identical to Madeline.Battleship Mother~ Chapter 29 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Brought back a customer, eh sis?" One called.
"As long as the little fucker doesn't cause ya too much trouble." said the other.
"He's fine." Madeline replied. "Matthew, meet my siblings. This is my older sister Irene."
The second girl merely shrugged and gave him the finger.
"And Norma Jean." Madeline finished, giving Irene a dirty look.
Norma Jean smiled. "You here long?" She asked.
Matthew shrugged. "As long as Madeline wants me around I guess. Don't have anywhere else to go."
"Ah, you a hobo, little fucker?" Irene asked.
"If you mean homeless, yes." Matthew replied.
"Ignore her. Irene's got a filthy mouth but she means no harm by it." Madeline said.
You Don't Belong Here - Part 2FelinaYou Don't Belong Here - Part 23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The time she had spent with Hagen had been rejuvenating, refreshing and more than anything else, enlightening. After enough pestering, the tiny, delicate doe had gotten him to agree to teach her some of the herbs of Blackwood, of how to scavenge and find different foods, and kept her constantly cloaked in a dark wolf pelt. Whenever other Blackwoods came near however, she scattered and hid behind the much larger stag like a fawn might hide between it’s mother’s legs. Or something would catch fire. Depending on the other visitors. She’d speak, but the mistrust remained. Slowly, muscle had been regained and replaced what fat the doe had once carried. In better shape, her wounds having turned into faded scars, Felina was certainly hopeful to return home, but nervous. Hagen had agreed to take her part of the way, but it had been nearly a year she had stayed with the large stag. Though sometimes he went away and left her alone, Felina grew comforta
Angel's Song Chapter 11Letting out an annoyed huff, Aria swatted at the millionth fly that buzzed near her face. Her wing still hurt like hell so she wasn't even going to attempt to fly..or put it away for that matter. "I swear to Kitya, if one more fly comes near me I'm going to burn this forest." she grumbled. It had been hours since she started towards Vincem, she'd say it was about three in the afternoon. Aria wiped some sweat from her face as she climbed a nearby tree for a better look around. The surrounding area seemed to be just more trees, until a small sight of smoke caught her attention. There were others in this forest..and who knows who they could be working for. Getting down as quietly as she could, Aria continued on towards the smoke. As she drew closer, she could make out six medium sized blue and white tents. They could easily have three to four people in them. There was a fire still burning in a ring of stones, it looked as if it hadn't been lit long, the wood was still quite brown. NoticinAngel's Song Chapter 115 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oblivion Chapter 3I'm sorry if the last chapter was really long I tend to write a lot in one setting owo This chapter will be relatively shortOblivion Chapter 35 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
King Inutillis's P.O.V.
The moment Chorda fumed out I felt relieved. That scoundrel deserved no sympathy. All she ever did was sew and complain 24/7.
It became awkwardly silent too, however. I almost feel exposed to someone. I think I am.
"Ineptus?" I say, patting my tail impatiently on the ground. My brother walks into my den slowly with a disappointed look on his face. I know I did something wrong.
"Why in your right mind did you do that?" He rustles, "Letting a tribe member go to a place they will most likely die in is not a very great idea. She could be useful to us in the future!"
I scoff, "Why are you standing up for her? She isn't much of a use to the tribe, and she puts us all in a sour mood. And besides, I didn't send her on an impossible mission. We could use the information sh
Dwyn and Celeste:Chapter 25-Ticklish TruceDwyn, Alexander and Aos Sí walked briskly on the heels of Ceann’s long floor length coat. All four immortals moving as fast as they dared without calling attention to themselves.Dwyn and Celeste:Chapter 25-Ticklish Truce1 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They heard Celeste’s squeals and laughter before the elevator even opened onto David’s private foyer, interrupted ever so often by the playful vaimpír’s own teasing laugh.
Sharing a knowing glance between each other, they entered the apartment and rounded the corner from the living room into the kitchen, following the sound.
There, they saw Celeste sitting on the kitchen island, flour, sugar and chocolate chips everywhere and all over her, struggling to hold onto a bowl of ingredients and with one hand with her hand on an electric mixer. But she was clearly losing the battle as David was bent over nibbling on her stomach mimicking the cookie monster from Sesame Street, making her crack up as much from his silliness each time he said, “Cookieeee!
Wood Floor Promise"So, that's how it is, eh?" I purred, nudging her hand that was wrapped around mine.Wood Floor Promise4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She squeezed my hand, giggling.
Here we were, laying on the unpolished wood floor. The oven, never dirtied before, sat upon said floor. Alongside it waited a pale fridge. This marked the excitement; the kitchen. The smell of drying white paint clung to squished walls, and a café colored carpet laid high without tread marks designated the living room. This carpet trailed past the teeny tiny bathroom, past a nameless room, to the other blank room. The room's drying paint created faces, some laughing, some weepy, some strange. They foretold what daybreak was about to give us. All throughout the rooms cardboard boxes lounged, holding their breath. They sang songs of curiosity. Of happiness. Beginnings. New feelings and hope, like a child's first Christmas.
"I'll do the cooking, so long as you promise to taste my experiments." I pointed my toe towards the oven.
"I promise…as long as you listen to
TWO (Dragonfly ch. 68)CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT: TWOTWO (Dragonfly ch. 68)8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Patrick furtively emerged from the back of the car, only after making sure no other vehicles occupied the small, makeshift lot.
“Frequent flooding discourages hiker traffic in this area,” Andrew explained, shutting the driver side door. “The main trail’s closed off right now, but we can still get to where we want to go.”
Patrick exchanged a glance with Collin, who raised his eyebrows at him. Collin glanced around, listening. He lowered his hood.
Derek walked ahead beside Andrew, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Patrick adjusted the cloak around his shoulders and followed. Collin fell into step alongside him,
My Hands, Your HandsSometimes I just look at my hands, my palms upturned, my fingers relaxed. I think my hands are pudgy. I think the lines on my palms are very smooth and light, like the rest of my skin. When I hold my hand out, the back of my hand turned toward me, I think maybe my fingers are long. My hands are small, but my fingers are long and slim, like rose stems; sometimes they have thorns.My Hands, Your Hands3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes I look at my hands, bare and unfamiliar to anything but the grip of a pencil, and I wonder what they’d look like in yours.
I want to see your hand in mine, study the difference or lack of in skin tones, to see that your hands have done real work, smoothed and cut wood and presented me a beautifully crafted pen with, along with much more rigorous work I can’t ever fathom doing myself.
I want to know what you think of my hands. I know what I think of yours.
And I love them.
Sector E - First TimeIt was a big day for Chloe.Sector E - First Time4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she and 529 walked up to the front of the Sector E base she knew that her energy was starting to get the better of her. Inwardly, she wondered if her partner could see her body shaking in excitement. It was a big first for her; she’d never been inside of a KND base before…and up until a little while ago, she didn’t even know what the KND was. She then heard a small giggle from 529, which ended up sending a light blush across her cheeks.
“Pretty nice, right?”
She could only nod in return, trying to take in all of the detail as they walked through numerous security gates.
“It’s…a lot bigger on the inside. Bigger than I expected.”
“Oh, this is nothing. Wait until we get up to the higher levels.”
Chloe followed along eagerly, as they waited in front of the elevator.
“So…um…do you think they’ll like me?”
529 turned to her, smiling calmly.
“I think they will. B
FlowerI had only lived in town for a few months when it happened. Even though I was still relatively new, it was quite obvious that people had started to grow weary of each other. On any other Saturday morning, kids would be playing out in the neighbor’s front yard, dogs would be out barking at the mailman, and the milkman would be stopping by for a chat. Today, however, the safety of a white picket fence wasn’t enough to put a person’s restless mind at ease. The children were inside, both the mailman and the milkman only gave a small nod of acknowledgement through troubled glances, and the dogs were silent, as if knowing that something foul was in the air.Flower6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This troubled me as I left my home for the market. A strange occurrence for a usually cheery town to turn so dark, I thought. But what business of mine was it as to what others were doing? As it was, living alone was a lonely existence, but that was no excuse for prying into one’s personal affairs. Mother wou