The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 1The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 11 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Snowden Junior Snoops and the On-Location Mystery
By Mister Mistoffelees
1 Many Will Enter
She was a girl of about ten years, with long silky blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes lighting a charming girl-next-door face. The big blue orbs particularly lit her troubled face at the moment, for she sat against a thick steel-tube post in a dank, dark basement, her slender arms pulled tightly behind the post and bound at the wrists, her mouth covered with a wide strip of cloth tied over it, accentuating her desperately flashing eyes. The school uniform she wore—the dark-burgundy jacket and white blouse with striped burgundy-and-yellow Oakcrest School necktie, burgundy-and yellow plaid pleated skirt, white knee socks and low-heeled loafers—was mildly disheveled from her struggles against the rope which bound her hands behind her and her feet stretched out before her on the dirt floor of the old basement in
B and W: The Enchanted Christmas Part 2Later that day. Sonic was looking for Elise. Then he ran into the chamber where Mephiles and Silver were at.B and W: The Enchanted Christmas Part 21 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It seems she has left you, maybe she doesn't want you anymore," Mephiles said in a cunning tone.
"What do you mean, Mephiles?" Sonic said, angrily.
"Don't you see, Sonic, your little girlfriend is wanting to celebrate Christmas behind your back," Mephiles said.
"Master! You're being a snitch!" Silver yelled at Mephiles. But no matter he said or did, Mephiles was still being manipulative. Sonic was so mad and thought of the day he was cursed, which was Christmas Eve. Sonic demanded a good Christmas present but all he got was a storybook and a horrible and terrifying song Mephiles composed. Then an old woman came knocking on the door. Sonic answered the door.
"Please, I need a place to stay," the woman said. "Can I stay here?"
"No way, old lady, get lost!" Sonic yelled. Then he slammed the door shut. Then the rose the woman was holding glowed and the old woman turned into a beaut
A Hymn of Valor: Ep 2 - The Day It All ChangedIt has been over a year now since Valor first began intervening in the affairs of the crooked denizens of the greater Dallas-Fort Worth area, yet it seems no one outside the metroplex even knew he existed. This notion didn’t bother him. The way he saw it, this kept him a vigilante and not official law enforcement. The local police don’t mind, in fact most of them love having the kid around occasionally making their jobs easier. This just meant he could spend most of his days playing games with his friends instead of patrolling the city, which is the very last thing he wanted to do the last day of Summer Vacation.A Hymn of Valor: Ep 2 - The Day It All Changed2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was in play clothes: sneakers; black shorts, a red tee shit, and a black mesh jersey on top. When Valor wasn’t flying around he spent his time at the park near his house like a normal boy. He, his brothers, and his two closest friends ran up and down the wooden playground equipment playing tag and pretending it was ship
Hades and Persephone She was perfection in every way. Her hair of golden threads seemingly embraced the earth, and he was sure that her radiance could rival the sun that shone on the terrestrial plane. No star could compare to the innocent glint in her blue eyes, and a rose would wilt with envy after seeing the buds of her lips. The curves of her body were like the waves of the ocean, soft and consistent. She glorified her skin, skin that would make a marble statue look yellowed with unmentionable age, but the simple white robes she wore were unbecoming of a woman who commanded such unparalleled magnificence. He had vowed many times to change this youthful innocence, though many other times he had stopped himself. In the world he occupied, in the never-ending dark, he cherished her more than any other person ever would. She was the singular flare which he could watch dance, for she was untouched by the shadows.Hades and Persephone 2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had vowed never to take her, no matter how much pain and loneliness
Comparing Two Lives- Middle School (Nico and Sam)Middle SchoolComparing Two Lives- Middle School (Nico and Sam)2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Youth is a time to spend happy. You never know what will show up.)
“See you Monday class. Please remember your assignment is due on Monday. Don't be lazy and have a great weekend."
I grabbed my stuff and left the room. I was excited for lunch. I haven't seen Sam all day. We don't have morning classes, and it can be annoying when everyone talks behind your back. A month passed since I stood up for Sam. Since then, no one had laid a hand on him. I was now dropped from my popular standing, and frankly I didn't care. I hated being around them. Cold stares and hushed whispers were all I received from people as I got my lunch from my locker. Everyone said I ruined the schools chances of winning state since Flynn was in a correctional facility. I really don't care. You don't hurt my friend.
I walked into the cafeteria and scanned the area. I saw a familiar gray canine sitting alone at a table. I walked up behind Sam and stopped. Crouching a little I
Comparing Two Lives- Middle School (Nico)Middle SchoolComparing Two Lives- Middle School (Nico)2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Being caught between what's right and what is expected is tough. That is where a person shows their true self.)
“Get ready!” I shouted. The teams were made. Everyone was prepared. We had either water balloons or garbage can lids. My father had come out of the house to be the ref. He raised his hand. Arms were primed for throwing. Lids were raised to defend. Everyone was silent.
He shot his arm down “Sparare!” His Italian caught everyone off guard as they hesitated. That left me for the first shot. I swung my arm into a perfect arc. The balloon soaring lone through the sky hit someone in chest. Then it started. Defense raised the lids to protect the throwers. Throwers threw the water filled balloons. The team that was the least drenched won. The throwing continued for about four minutes. It ended with the other side huddled around their defense for throwing their balloons quicker. Their speed was their undoing. My side won easily after th
Comparing Two Lives- Middle School (Sam)Middle SchoolComparing Two Lives- Middle School (Sam)3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(With time comes thought. Emotions will never stop swirling)
Tears. They never stop coming. Every drawing I make as lively as possible, but It doesn't change anything, With the memories comes more tears. Gracefully falling down. Leaving their salty trail in my fur. Sitting under the covers doesn't shield me from the truth. It only mocks me. Putting me in a false sense of security. Knocks at my door are constant, but the owner of said knocks always leaves defeated. Calls for food go unanswered. I wanted one person with me most of all, but they are gone. They can't come comfort me when they are under mounds of dirt. Only marked with a marble slab engraved,
Lady Susan Terra
May 14,1966-September 6, 2014
An amazing wife and mother taken too soon from us. May she rest in Heaven's loving embrace.
I was told it wasn't curable. I was told to be strong. I was told a lot of things. I was never told how much it would hurt. How much everything would remind me of her. I just
Comparing Two Lives- ElementaryComparing Two LivesComparing Two Lives- Elementary3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author's Note: This story also has dealings with Bullying, Self-Harm, Swearing, Death, and Crime. It also has some M/M love, but nothing explicit. This will have year skips. It shows how to boys lives change from elementary, middle school, high school, and college. If you do not like what is to come in the story or hate the format, please leave at once and don't leave any hate comments. If you continue in the story and comment on anything like a grammatical error or spelling, please be nice and address it fairly. Other than that. Please Enjoy!
(Happiness and loathing are very different, but develop the same way.)
It is my first day in kindergarten. My mom said it was going to be fine, and that it was only being a fox that made me shy. She also said that being a fox usually meant I would be hyper and all smiles, and I would make friends quickly. I walked into the room and examined it. It was filled with laughter and joy. I wanted t
Prima Power, Volume 2, Chapter 6Prima Power, Volume 2, Chapter 63 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Are you all right Rita-senpai?” Azami asked as Rita coughed for the fifth time since getting on the bus for practice. “Yes.” Rita replied with a sniffle, “I think it’s just a cold.” “Are you sure you feel up to practicing today?” Lily asked, “Maybe you should take a day off.” “No.” Rita replied, “I never miss practice.”
A little bit later that day, Lily watched with concern as Rita rehearsed her solo. “Her movements are shaky…” She said so quietly that only Eric, who was standing right next to her, could hear. Indeed, Rita was refusing to acknowledge the fact that she was dizzy, but as she launched into a pirouette, her vision began to sway…
Seeing the normally graceful girl wobble unsteadily, Evan, Eric, and Derek all rushed forward and managed to catch Rita as she fell over, preventing her from hitting the ground. The other students all murmured quietly a
Echoes in this empty roomIt could have been anything that finally pushed you over the edge towards wanting to never come back to the place that it all happened. It could have been at work, or at school. It could have been at home, or even at the park you spend every evening out at. But something happens, and although you stay around, you wish it would stop. And when it doesn't, you still stick around, even as it just gets worse and worse. After a bit, you "settle in" and think that maybe it was just your imagination.Echoes in this empty room4 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
But then you look deeper and realize that it still upsets you, that you still hate it. And then you realize that the problem has only gotten worse. You start to panic. You don't know what to do. So you shut everyone out, and when you realize what you have been doing you confront them about it, saying it was your fault for leaving because you still don't want to admit that anything is wrong. But when you apologize, they say that no shit you were cutting them off, and that it was a dick thing to do.
A Hymn of Valor: Ep 1 - Just a Boy“Nobody make a move! We don’t want to have to kill anyone, but if you don’t do as I say you’ll all soon be filled with lead.”A Hymn of Valor: Ep 1 - Just a Boy4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ground floor of the Chase Tower in Dallas was the center of attention this afternoon for a group of madmen armed to the teeth with fully automatic weapons and anti-ballistic armor were holding the level hostage until their demands were met. There was no uproar nor panic as everyone did exactly as they were told without hesitation. The crowd was oddly complacent during such an event. No one even broke into sweat as a couple of the men rushed up to several floors just to swipe a case of compact disks.
“Okay, got those docs. It was pretty easy really.”
“Yeah about that. Where are the cops or swat? Not that I’m really complaining, but you’d think there’d be something.”
“You guys aren’t from around here, are you?” interjected a secur
TBST-Case 1: Study in Pink Part 1TBST-Case 1: Study in Pink Part 15 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Case 1: A Study in Pink Part 1
The next day I woke up from a good night sleep, I decided to go jogging but I had to plan out where I’m going, I changed into my jogging clothes, tied my hair into a ponytail with stray bangs, saw the keys to the flats, took them (place them in my zipper pocket), went downstairs to put on my running shoes (tied the laces and running socks), got out the door, locked it with the key (placed it in my zipper pocket, zipped it up) and started my jogging, I started to figure out where the routes are and kept jogging. After 45 minutes of jogging I got back to the apartment, took a shower, wore my black-grey shirt over a multi-purple striped jacket, dark blue jeans and grey shoes, straightened my hair and went downstairs to get something to eat.
When I got downstairs a woman with short blonde hair, dark eyes wearing a nice purple casual dress and nice high heeled causal shoes was picking up some trash until she noticed me and was startled.
Some People Never Change I walked around in circles between the shelves of the library, my book bag now carrying an urban fantasy, a book I’d liked as a kid and wanted to re-read, and a book written by an author that I referred to in my head as an “English class author” – one who lived over one hundred years ago whose books most high school students won’t read unless they’re forced to. I never left a library feeling like I’d checked out everything I wanted, and Kate wouldn’t be picking me up for another half an hour or so, whenever her class ended, so I had time to kill.Some People Never Change5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I walked away from browsing science fiction paperbacks, I thought I heard someone call my name, but when I turned, nobody was there. I heard my name again, this time closer. “Becky!”
Now I saw the person who’d been calling me, but I didn’t recognize her. She had long brown hair, glasses, and
What people are doing by being anti-feministDismissing that women's health is still under attack in 2014 (soon to be 2015)What people are doing by being anti-feminist5 months ago in Historical More Like This
Dismissing that approximotly 1.3 milion women are victims of domestic violence
Dismissing that 1 in 3 women are raped in their lives
Dimissing that cat-calling is still an issue
Dismissing that women are still payed on average 75¢ on the dollar compared to men (which gets lower depending on your racial background and skin pigment)
Dismissing that women are less likely to get a job than men
Dismissing that women's opinions are less likely to be taken seriously than of a mans
Dismissing the fact that patriarchy is still a thing
Dismissing that women in other parts of the world are still being sold into slavery, sex trafficing, and child marriages.
Dismissing that women are still being slut shamed and victim blamed after sexual assault, domestic abuse and leaked nudes
Dismissing that 93% of women who killed their husbands were abused by them
Dismissing that in different parts of the world, wome
Even A Ninja May Cry one-shot "So, what is this place?", Naruto asked, "It's a really big city" The city was bigger then any Hidden Village that Naruto and Hinata had ever been to; the four devil hunters along with Kyrie and Patty had arrived in this city a couple of days ago. Hinata wore a light purple sundress with her open-toed shoes as Naruto wore an orange shirt with a black vest and his orange pants and his black shoes. Kyrie wore a simple dress while Patty wore a very girly-girl dress while the devil hunters wore their signature outfits as Nero hid his Devil Bringer in a cast and sling, but this day was different then any normal day; everyone except Naruto and Hinata had gloomy looks on their faces as Dante answered Naruto's question, "This city is called New York City" Naruto noticed a lot of people around two square holes in the ground with water sliding down the walls; both not far from the other as Lady said with somber in her voice, "We're here" Naruto and Hinata got closer and they sEven A Ninja May Cry one-shot6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meet LukeMeet Luke6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luke walked into his new school environment, “Well then...” he said. There were jocks one way, and bitches the other. Luke sighed, His parents got divorced and he went with his father. Not because he particularly wanted to but because it was honestly the best option for his well being. But his father could have enrolled him somewhere....nicer.
But Luke decided he make the best of it. Luke was a friendly person he like people and people liked him, and girls loved him. But once he tells them he likes boys they either leave him alone or can't accept the fact that he is gay. Not that it bothers him so much, he still smiles and is nice to them. Luke walked down the hall.
“LET GO!” he heard a scream, he looked over to see three girls carrying another one.
“WELL!” the one holding her arms, she had black hair with red tips, “Next time you won't shove food in Bambi's hair”
“She deserved it! She is a loser!” the girl being carried away
Wednesday NightThe ceiling was smooth and black, and Silver sort of wished it was dirty and bumpy like Ethan’s so it would at least be interesting to look at. After all, he spent an unreasonable amount of time staring at it. The majority of his time at “home” was spent lying on his bed, and glaring at his boring ceiling until dinner, and then again until he fell asleep. Everything was so structured, every piece of furniture matched and there were no patterns in the plain white carpet. Breakfast was 6:30 and dinner at the same time at night. It was horribly monotonous.Wednesday Night6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Until the doorbell rang.
Silver bolted straight up in his bed. No one came to their house. Could it be the police? He rolled off the black comforter and flung open the heavy black curtains he usually kept drawn in front of the gargantuan window that over looked their driveway. It took a moment to adjust to the sunlight, but when he did what he saw filled him with horror; Lyra’s car was parked in the drivew
SummerMy summer didn't begin in the usual way. It didn't begin with the final day of my senior year, one chapter ending while another is just starting. It didn't begin with my birthday, my first real day as a grown up according to the law. It didn't begin with college orientation, or the drive home from which when it sunk in- in the fall, I would be going it alone at Miami of Ohio.Summer7 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
No. For me, summer began at 4 am when I rolled out of bed and hopped onto a California-bound plane. Summer was wandering around Hollywood, stars in my eyes, gasping about how everything was so expensive from the food to the tacky tee shirts to the Beverly Hills mansions. Summer was standing in line in Anaheim, toddlers whining around me, the smell of sunscreen pungent in the air. Summer was trading snarky banter with my sister as we sat for endless periods in the back of a rental car while my parents struggled to navigate the California traffic. Summer was soft serve at a San Diego Padres game and watching firewor
TuesdaySilver was having a surprising amount of fun with his partner. He’d expected the entire project to be a vexation since he was stuck with the loud boy, but the more time he spent with him the more he discovered they had in common. They were both very eager to begin pokemon training and despite Ethan’s lack of common sense in Silver’s opinion, he was brilliant when it came to pokemon statistics and information, which was going to make the written portion of the assignment simple. They decided to start with the model since it would take the most time, and now a little over an hour in, all they had made was a mess of paper mache and glue on Ethan’s kitchen table.Tuesday7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He had to admit he was slightly surprised by the lack of super vision. He could never find a moment of peace at the mansion without Petrel, Ariana, Proton, or Archer breathing down his neck, this was exceedingly freeing. Ethan’s house was small and quaint, terribly bare in comparison to everything Sil
The Big Match On CampusTNA Impact WrestlingThe Big Match On Campus8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As the screen cut to an upcoming match graphic with an image of Gail Kim on the left with the Knockouts Championship draped over her shoulder and to her right was an image of Chloe Storm as a big name-plate of the KO Championship was in the middle of them as the up-next logo showed that the ’Uncrowned Knockouts Champion’ Chloe Storm was going to get a chance to become the legitimate Knockouts Champion if she defeated Gail Kim next on Impact Wrestling.
The camera then suddenly cut backstage to reveal Chloe Storm and the mere presence of the loud and obnoxious Scottish Knockout was getting the fans to boo her before Chloe had even said a word. Chloe was wearing her signature gold attire with the lightning bolts all over the tights and the sports bra style top, her old school black wrestling boots were around the 5ft3, 24 Edinburgh native’s feet as she stormed up to the next Director of Wrestling Operations Kurt
Comedy and InsanityComedy and Insanity8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
TNA Impact Wrestling
The Impact Wrestling crowd were greeted from a return from the commercial break to see a pre-taped promo that Chloe Storm did herself in her Florida apartment; books were strewn around the apartment which was evident of the 24 year old Edinburgh native’s part-time job as a teaching assistant, she was wearing a grey vest with a white design on the front of it and the phrase ’Get In Ma’ Belly’ on the front of it, Chloe also wore some grey track-pants and had her long dark brown hair flowing down to her shoulders as she was resting against swivelled on the leather office chair she had in her apartment with a childish laugh before stopping herself as she faced the camera and spoke in her thick Scottish accent.
“Chloe Storm, the uncrowned Knockouts Champion, would like to mention that my signature hunt is going well, I got Spud to sign last week and then I emailed it home to ma’ mum back in Edinbu
A Little Thought on the Education SystemI've always had a problem with the overall method of education that goes about in our paradigm. My main focus was the fact that teachers and professors grade students; why is that?A Little Thought on the Education System8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
To gauge a student's performance, surely.
But why is it single-sided?
How so is it that educators are made into authority figures that, in most cases, abuse their power?
It's simple, these traditions are nothing but rules dictated by our flawed past.
This must change if we are to witness any global improvement in overall performance of students within all fields.
I personally believe that this problem can be easily remedied through a more "three-dimensional" grading system. One in which educators are allowed to grade students on their performance as usual, but also a system in which students are allowed to grade teachers, to gauge their performance.
This system would function, simply put, as such:
Students are allowed to grade their educators, and if they fall below a certain level, they would have to
elementary gamesThe night was dreary, as the cold summer wind gently blew, sending some cold through the area. The large, puffy, grey cloud hung over the world in a gloomy grey ceiling, hiding the fill yellowish moon, and dim stars. Green grass populated the ground, looking fresh, and lush, looking like green fur. Tree's surrounded the abandoned school, and thunder crackled as the rain started to drip. Animal eyes reflected whatever light seeped through the night, making glowing orbs seem to peer from the deep, dark woods. Not a single soul was in sight, most were sleeping cozy in their warm, safe, homes..elementary games8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Ruby said as she ran through the halls of the school that were pitch black. The school was empty, but old paper were sprawled out onto the floor. The girl running, Ruby, still had on a school uniform. The skirt was red, with a black belt in it, and the shirt was white short sleeved shirt, and a red vest. She had almost thigh high socks an
[8/8] Message to Blondie McMegamanYo, Blondie. I've come here to pay for my crimes. To turn myself in.[8/8] Message to Blondie McMegaman9 months ago in Letters More Like This
We went to the same elementary school. I always thought you were one of the funniest kids around, beside myself. You introduced me to Captain Underpants.
In first grade, we were in the same class. One day, Tijuana and I stayed late after class because we hadn't finished our work yet (she was pale with big glasses and kinky hair). Remember Crazy Bones? Well, you had left your Crazy Bones out in the open...and... And Tijuana...she...she stole your Crazy Bones for me. It was all my idea, I swear. She did the dirty work, and I took the Crazy Bones home. It was a crime of greed; your Crazy Bones were better and bigger than mine. I still have them somewhere.
So I'm messaging you to apologize for stealing your Crazy Bones. I always liked you, so it's not like I did it out of spite. If you want your Crazy Bones back, I will try to find them an