Power of SHAZAM + a VampirePower of Shazam and a VampirePower of SHAZAM + a Vampire4 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once upon a time there was a very powerful and wise wizard that could grant powers beyond the wildest dreams. His name was lost throughout history but he came to live in Fawcet City, Pa. He was running a magic shop when a young woman had walked in. Mary Batson was always fascinated with magic and wanted to see if she could be another Zatanna but nothing worked. The wizard saw her and wanted to help but he had to wait for the right moment.
Then one night, she went out with some friends and she came upon a mugging. It was the owner of the magic shop. Remembering her training, she beat them off and helped them man up. Thanking her, he tells her that he will reward her for helping him. But she was modest saying that she didn’t do it for a reward. That made him, even happier, he had found the right person.
So he took her to a cave, it was huge it had statues dipicting the seven deadly sins on one side and the seven virtues on the other. The wizard
An English HeavenAn English Heaven19 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.”
With a crunch of gravel, the Vanguard Staff Car rolled to a halt. Inside, the Air Minister grimaced at the sudden movement, rummaged in his pocket with a shaking hand and extracted a handful of blue pills. He crunched them down, sighing in relief, then took a long gulp from a hipflask, wiping his mouth with his gold braided, powder-blue sleeve. Now only one part of the ritual remained; he pulled a large cigar from an inside pocket, stuck a match and inhaled with pleasure as he felt the cumulative effects of his ‘sovereign remedy’. Now he was prepared for anything.
He left the car, leaning heavily on his swagger stick, and limped to the grand door, his eyes passing over the Tudor stonework. Chequers is more impressive than Chartwell, he conceded, but I would not trade my view of the Weald for anything. The two British Legion officers of the Nation
Share or Shaft?Share or Shaft?25 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's good to share, but sometimes it pays to shaft"
“The Prime Minister will see you now, Chancellor,” the Political Assistant said, opening the door leading off from the Cabinet Room. Gordon Brown gave her a venomous stare. Oh, he’ll see me, will he? he thought. How fucking generous of him.
Sweeping past without a word, he marched into the office, barely registering the door being closed behind him. A TV set to Sky was burbling away in the corner, something about the on-going fighting in Macedonia. I’ll have to see if I can find a way to leak what he said about the Albanians the other day, Brown thought, smiling, and sat down in an armchair.
“If this is about the Welfare estimates,” he said, “I’m not budging. I don’t care if Frank tries to go over my head to get more money for his pet schemes- if he wants more support for children’s centres, he can take it from the money he saved from the
Reader's POV: He Still CaresUntil today, I never actually realised how much I loved the green around me.Reader's POV: He Still Cares27 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
The trees, the grass and the rolling hills so peaceful and lazy.
Today’s peaceful indeed. Lazy? If only.
The bright red of the cola can nearly hurts my eyes as I stare at it after enjoying the green around me, but I don’t care. I shiver as I place the cola down near the dark green-greyish stone, but there is no breeze. The goosebumps on my arms tingle a little, but I rub the sleeves of the hoodie I’m wearing on them to shut them up.
Mine now. He gave his spare one to me a long while ago. I was around 14 or 13 at the time and it was more than a few sizes too big, but I didn’t care.
Now? I’ve grown heaps, but it’s still three sizes too large. As I said, I don’t care.
The Emerald green wool of my sleeves silences the tingling of the goosebumps on my arms, but the subtle sensation is still there. I think I’m being watched, but I remind myself that I
England's RoseEngland's Rose31 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Goodbye England's rose/May you ever grow in our hearts”
He rose, as the last chords of Thaxted reverberated through the gothic splendour, and carefully made his way down the nave, his head bowed. The only sounds in the Confessor’s Abbey were his slow footsteps. He passed the memorial stones- Darwin, Livingstone, Allenby, the Princess Elizabeth- and realised that She would soon be commemorated with them, perhaps at the far end, by the tombstone with the poppies. It would be fitting, he thought, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in the approximation of a smile. England’s Warrior Maid laid alongside England’s Unknown Warrior, their bodies a living sacrifice to the nation.
Finally, he reached the lectern, pulling his notes from his pocket as he did so. He looked up, dimly aware of the congregation before him. Fully half the Abbey was filled with women; the green pullovers of the Land Army intermingled with the khaki fa
MissingCan I erase everything?Missing50 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Ever written. Ever said.
Every little thing implanted in my head.
I'd take it back.
All of it.
Just to say.
"This time I will have it my way."
Because you were never there. For me.
And I never stood up for myself.
Never tall enough. Never once asked for help.
Never enough. It's obvious in my head.
I'm labeled as never enough, only 'cause I said.
Now things don't make sense.
Since when has it ever?
I'm seeing sober, I'm feeling older, having composure, and I never thought I'd blow this over.
It's as if I never started using.
Except I have control, but I'm so ill.
If it wanted to kill me I'm sure it will.
As any human being misses others, I miss many things and you.
I could use over and over, just to obsess over unlosing you.
Because I want you back. I want who was. I want what we had.
It could be you,
the drugs, the girls, the friends, the family, my sister, my mother and father, yeah even them, my bad.
Where have you all gone?
What did we all do wrong?
Can we al
You Hold The Key Yet The Door Is Wide OpenYou are perceived as how you present yourself.You Hold The Key Yet The Door Is Wide Open58 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
you hold the key yet the door is wide open.
possibilities are endless;
dependent on your desires, needs, priorities;
and each motive or productivity is in you're hands,
whether it wise or vacuous in action.
self serve, sadden, distress,assist,
a reputation is easily kept.
an impression is easily controlled,
but a secret is almost always revealed.
so keep your lips sealed
and actions attentive.
its hard to hide within.
and no matter your deed and intentions
there are always possible consequences in the end.
Elan - Chapter 5At the same night, Iouri and Jon went to the temple and saw Arón, the leader of the Asterisko meditating in front of the large stone in middle of the temple.Elan - Chapter 559 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Some people say that this stone is holy just because it was fell in the sky." Arón said, rised and watched to the Iouri and Jon. "But I think there is more logical explanation of that."
"Like what?" Jon asked.
"There is a large cliff behind of the temple, as you maybe saw. I think some rascals drop that while playing of that."
"What´s the big deal? Why you invite us here?" Iouri asked.
"I just wanted to say good luck to the great battle between us. We´ll attack at dawn."
"I just thinked one thing. If your gang kidnapped the princess, why you let her go?" Jon asked.
"Well, maybe I can tell you. I thought that princess is a reincarnation of Lupeia, so I tried to get her "powers" to myself but after I realized that she wasn´t Lupeia, I let her go."
"Oh, now I understand." said Jon.
"Well, if that´s all,
Once Upon A TimeJe suis comme Alice au Pays des Merveilles. Je suis tombée dans un trou très sombre et très profond un soir en m'endormant. Le lendemain, je me suis réveillée au fond de ce trou. Quand le Lapin Blanc est venu me chercher dans ma prison grisée, il avait une patte en bois et un œil de verre. Son pelage pourtant si éclatant de blancheur avait été terni par les cendres qui recouvrent le sol de ce Pays Imaginaire. Il me montre la sortie et repart comme il est arrivé, discrètement, rapidement. Je suis comme les Enfants Perdus, larguée sur l'île de Peter Pan. J'aperçois Clochette et ses amies, mais leurs ailes sont à jamais brisées. J'apprends de la bouche des Sept Nains que Blanche Neige et Aurore ont sombré dans la folie. Elles sont enfermées dans leurs cages en or depuis bien trop longtemps maintenant. Cendrillon est de mèche avec Ariel et elles veulent faire chuter Mulan qui est trop reconnOnce Upon A Time1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Swarm armour in actionA large red dragon wearing dark green armour walked down the deserted street of a previous overcrowded city, his eyes glowed through the visor and a pair of Gatling guns sat on his back where a dragons wings should be.Swarm armour in action1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stomped down the street and pushed an abandoned car aside like it was nothing, his armoured feet made a crunching sound as he walked.
"You copy there Shark?" asked a deep voice over the radio on his shoulder strap, the dragon stopped dead in his tracks and looked around before speaking.
"I hear you loud and clear Lightning" said Shark in a young voice, Shark was in his early 20's, a very smart and well trained Ranger, he had been specially chosen to pilot a new breed of heavy assault armour.
"Good, switching to live image feed" said Lightning, Shark tapped a button on the side of his helmet and a small camera above his visor turned on.
"Wow, its a ghost town down there, see any signs of the bio weapon?" asked Lightning, Shark shook his head and continued to walk,
TMNT A Forced Duty Chapter 6 Part 2Chapter 6 Part 2TMNT A Forced Duty Chapter 6 Part 22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once the sun set in the west the castle was aglow with lanterns and filled with delicious smells of the Harvest Feast. The celebration spilled out of the grand hall, where the rich aristocrats talked, and into the front court yard where the common folk gathered. On the second floor of the castle was the grand ballroom with a balcony.
Each of the princesses, dressed in their provinces colors, sat on the north side of the ballroom with the Emperor seated on his throne in the middle. Master Splinter stood behind the Emperor’s throne on the right hand side, as did each guard with their princess.
One by one, the princesses danced with the Emperor. Once he’d finished dancing with every princess he bowed to them, exchanged a few words with Master Splinter and Commander Kellian, and left.
“And there goes the Emperor,” mumbled Princess Mona as she sat down and laid her head back. The dark bags under her eyes were an obvious sign that last night had been
The tears of the unicorns I - TemptationThe tears of the unicorns I - Temptation2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Have you ever asked yourself
if an angel falls to earth?
I never cared …
Until I met this boy …
In my dreams …
I have visited this place many times … this world, where the light is at home … Your world … And I will visit this place again until I find you …
“I came to this wonderful place again … That is strange …”
Puzzled, Eliya looked around and breathed the fresh, pure air into her lungs.
The plain in front of her lasted as far as the eye could see and melted in the distance into the powder-blue mountains.
Under her naked feet she could feel the soft green grass that stroked the soles of her feet with her every movement.
Eliya sat down and lay back on the grass with her eyes closed.
The gentle fragrance of flowers got into her nose and made her smile.
“Even though this is just a dream, everything seems so real. I wish I could stay forever at this place. This is
My Aunt RosemaryMy Aunt Rosemary2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What would you call the bakery if you opened it?"
"Why would you name it that? Why not call it Willows?"
"Rosemary was my best friend."
My aunt was a beautiful woman. Long, dark green hair, vibrant blue eyes, and skin as smooth as porcelain. She apparently looked a lot like my mother, who also had the trademark blue eyes. I never knew my mother, she died as she was giving birth to me. I know I would love my mother though, but Rosemary was the woman who raised me. She loved me like a mother would, and she was my best friend. From my birth, she cared for me, raised me, and taught me much of what I know now.
She taught me how to be kind and caring, how to love everybody no matter how bad or corrupt.
"Love is the most important thing." She would always say that to
Utopia Lies - Chapter 1Amari scanned the docks from a vantage point on the rooftops of a nearby building, trying to find a break in the patrols to sneak aboard the latest deportation transport. She was too well known and too wanted to just register for this ride but she needed to leave former Taiwan, the resistance needs more help than she and her sister and leader Imara, capable as they were could provide. It was early morning and the sun had not yet risen, but it was already getting brighter and the last of the "Aberrants" were being moved on board; There! Amari saw her opening, her eyes literally and figuratively lit up and with inhuman agility she descended from the rooftops and darted from cover to cover to reach the boat. She couldn't take the main ramp however she didn't need to, she leaped several meters and climbed the side of the boat with her bare hands and like that she was aboard.Utopia Lies - Chapter 12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Amari's eyes stopped glowing and she looked quizzically at her hands, No matter how many times she performed some im
I Lived [Hideyoshi Nagachika x Reader]I told you so. I told you it was dangerous.I Lived [Hideyoshi Nagachika x Reader]2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But did you ever listen?
Did you ever back down?
But that was you. A super-sleuth by normal standards, an idiot on the outside, a sweetheart inside.
A sweetheart inside.
Hope when you take that jump, you don’t fear the fall
You didn’t have to go, you know, and find him.
I laugh. You should have, too. You would have.
He missed you too. He didn’t have to see you like that.
Hope when the water rises, you built a wall
Hope when the crowd screams out, they’re screaming your name
There was so much…so much we could have done.
So much you could have done.
Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay
Everyone hated them. Even me. But you…you….
I did it all
You knew I cared. You knew I was scared. But maybe I wasn’t enough, was I?
Well, maybe I was. I know you’ll say it. And I know you’ll say you’re so
Vengeance100 Theme Challenge Mix-UpVengeance2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ignoring the beckoning voice behind, the woman continued along the rock precipice, the fortress looming before her. A strong wind was blowing in from the north, and that only meant more snow, which was already swirling in thick blooms around her. But the heat of her rage melted the flakes as they came within range, evaporating as pure, unadulterated magic burned around her.
“I said stop!” Leaping from Lyeos' saddle and stumbling up the steps toward his captain, Cartien struggled to gain her attention.
Spinning on the ball of one foot, she ground the flecks of stone beneath her boot as she turned to face him. Patch gone, her mismatched eyes both stared at him widely, a look of chaos fervent within them. Around her, her hair seemed to float in an ethereal aura within her sphere of influence.
Cartien knew she wasn't stable – how could she be? – but he couldn't let
The Simmons Mill IncidentOn the evening of June 8th, 1998, Officers Todd Rowland, Jack Simpson and Donald Harding of the Rhode Island Division of Fish and Wildlife set out to patrol for illegal night time hunting at Simmons Mill Pond, Little Compton. They left their radios on. For fifty uninterrupted minutes, dispatchers recorded the events of that night. Below is a recently declassified transcript obtained from Police records under the Freedom of Information Act. No names have been changed. This transcript is the only known evidence in an ongoing investigation regarding the events of that night.The Simmons Mill Incident2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
ROWLAND: How’s the weather up there, Simpson?
SIMPSON: Clear, actually. How is the mud down there?
HARDING: There is no mud, Jack. Only deer and deer shit.
ROWLAND: He became personally acquainted when he went out to take a leak.
SIMPSON: A leak sounds good. I’ve been up here for three hours.
HARDING: I saved you some fries if you want.
SIMPSON: Sure, let me just fly this thing back to
FirebirdWhen Grian and Luan had joined their father in the Sky Kingdom and been assigned their duties of guarding the Day and the Night, but hardly see each other, except for the short moment between night and day, when they would catch a brief glimpse of each other the sisters were still missing each other. Especially Grian was sad, she had searched her sister for so long and now that they had both joined Adhar, they still were not meant to be with each other again, like they had been, when they were but wee fawns travelling warily through the harsh mortal world.Firebird2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grian spoke to Adhar about her grief, about how she missed being with her sister, about how she had spent so much of her mortal life to find her, but not even now, that she had been assigned this great duty, she could ever see her, but for the blink of an eye, when their shifts of guarding their people would meet. Adhar understood the grief of Grian, but he also knew that it was not meant for the two does to be together. Grian burned