The Garden In the beginning god created the heaven and Earth. Some say it took six days, others say it took billions of years, and god says to both of them 'you weren't there so shut up.' But I digress, after creating the Earth god created life to inhabit it, because why work your butt off to paint a masterpiece if there's nobody to appreciate it. Plants, animals, and many more creatures were made. And after that the platypus was made out of the leftover parts. But they didn't stop to complement the almighty on its hard work, so god decide to kick it up a notch.The Garden5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After some trial and error, man was born. God looked upon his work and called him Adam. God and Adam really hit it off so god made him a nice lush terrarium to live in and called it the Garden of Eden.
The GardenThe flower was the most beautiful one she had ever seen!The Garden3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That’s what Denise’s first thought was as she first laid eyes on it. She hadn’t visited the garden in her small town’s park for quite some time – she spent most of her summer off from teaching working in her own garden. When she wasn’t on her knees in the soil pulling weeds and planting bulbs, the 39-year-old high school history teacher spent her days in her backyard pool, or laying out in the hot sun, reading and working on her tan.
This hot, sunny day in July had started much like all the rest for Denise; she got up, made herself coffee and breakfast, then she went out into her garden for a while. She had flowerbeds in the front and both sides of her Cape Cod-style house, and a garden in the backyard, with sunflowers, lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and other vegetables as well. It made her proud anytime someone driving or walking past her house would slow down or stop to
Nonno's GardenIt’s strange to think that you’re not here anymore.Nonno's Garden2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I remember when we were younger and we’d arrive to see you. The first place we’d go was to the window, pressing our faces against the glass to try and catch a glimpse of you. We’d look out, and you’d be there. Like you always were. In the garden.
Each trip was different, an adventure. There were rows of neatly sown lettuce seeds, bean stalks twice as tall as we were, ripe strawberries just waiting to be found by our greedy little fingers. Tomatoes would be taken and made into sauce, lemons would be squeezed to create limoncello, grapes transformed into a sticky grape jelly which tasted of summer and childhood dreams.
I kneel down and gently touch the small weeds which are beginning to sprout. I can feel the soft, moist soil. I remember your weathered hands sifting through it, removing the weeds that now grow from the ground. It’s hard to believe that I’m now alone, in the place whe
Garden [Loki x Reader (pt35)]Turns out it didn't matter which option you picked, because before you could open your mouth Loki grabbed you by the hand and took you down through the Labyrinth, saying, "Actually, I have a better idea. Let's go for a walk. You've been inside all morning and there is no better place for a walk than inside a giant maze!"Garden [Loki x Reader (pt35)]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, okay. Sounds legit," you said, stumbling along behind him through the glittery walls. You nearly tripped over a root that snagged your foot and your hand slipped out of his. "Ah! Slow down!"
He turned around, steadying you by the shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...hah, I did say walk, didn't I. Not sprint."
"Yeah, like what?" you laughed, shaking him off and taking two exaggerated steps forward from the roots. "Do you have a specific destination or something?"
Loki smiled softly. "Well...yes. As strange as this place is, and as twisted, there is a beautiful, nearly untouched garden--oh, it's only the most beautiful thing in the universe. Besides you. Now let's go,
Naga!CanadaxReader: Flower Garden pt1This is just part one of a 2pt series so dont expect it to go to farNaga!CanadaxReader: Flower Garden pt13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ps: the next part will be a lemon :33
Tossing in bed you pulled the covers over your head, the light seeping in through your shades had hit your face, waking you up. You grumbled trying to go back to sleep but you just couldn't. You were one of those people who once they were awake it was pretty much impossible to go back to sleep. Giving up you threw the blankets off and sat up. Rubbing your eyes of the sleepies you jumped off the bed and headed for the closet. Pulling out a plain (f/c) t-shirt and some shorts you quickly stripped your night clothes and put the ones you had just taken out on. Pulling on a pair of rainbow socks along with some cute rubber boots. You then proceeded to walk off to the kitchen. Having your regular morning breakfast you let out a sigh. You were still really sleepy but you needed to tend to your garde
Odyssey Chapter 1 The GardenA tingling sensation came to her hand. It was like a thousand tiny swords were stabbing her there over and over and over again. But she was enjoying her sleep. It was so comfortable. So safe. Safe fromOdyssey Chapter 1 The Garden4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Safe from what?
Her eyelids flew open and she sat up, her vision blurring as a head rush consumed her momentarily. As her vision cleared, she managed to get a sense of her surroundings. She was in the middle of a garden, and a strange one, too. All the flowers seemed to change in the dimming light of the sun, fluctuating and returning.
Shakily, she got to her feet, her head spinning.
Safe from what?
The question remained in her head, as she began to walk around and further examine her surroundings. She was on a dirt path with small dusty blue stones embedded in the soil. Off in the distance the sound of a fountain was evident and there was a faint song in the air. It went softly and sweetly, the lyrics moving with grace and beauty.
The little girl ran to hell and back
To hell an
Garden In The CeilingGarden In The Ceiling2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Garden In The Ceiling:
(I can't believe I have to do this but this is a reader insert)
Please comment if you’d like me to continue this, if not then I’ll take this as a no-go series.
Song(s)- Garden In The Ceiling by Worlds End Girlfriend
(This is going to be the series theme throughout the story)
She Was Constantly Inconsistent When Making Amends
Would he be ok?
Would I be ok living like this?
Should I take him?
Should I just leave?
That was always an option. I could always just leave. Leave him in his hospital room in Oslo and runoff somewhere to avoid confrontation with the man.
That poor, deranged man. Always in his wonderland of old myths which the patient also seemed to
GardenWith the call of the morning mist, flowers begin there bloom. Held high towards the skies like puppets suspended over the ground by puppeteers, the flowers danced lazily with the wind. Butterflies, amongst the other insects that inhabited the beautiful garden, fluttered to the pedals of these devious blossoms. The sun spread its warmth over the soil, and with its intense glare it shined off of the threads of a perfect spider web; making sparkles shine abruptly at the stems of the flowers from where it hung. The prosperity of the garden was wicked and sublime, and the rusty metal bars that fenced it now held no barrier to its growth. Birds hummed along to the liveliness of the episode, listening to the soil for worms and other meals. Cockroaches lay dawdling under the shade of the flowers, which now leaned towards them with the push of the wind, beratingly. The scent of each flower fused together and drifted to the sky; and on a personal note, the scent was absolutely alluriGarden6 years ago in Horror More Like This
EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was YouEnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You
"I would love a woman who is like a fairy in that she is innocent and kind, and she loves me for who I am." Arthur Kirkland
Your wings felt heavy as you tried to find a nice place to take a nap. You had worked hard all spring in order to make the flowers bloom nicely for summer and you were exhausted; especially since you worked through last night to get everything done on time! Pollinating the flowers was such a tiring task- even with the help of the hardworking bees- but you were happy that your job had gone well. All of the flowers looked wonderful now!
You were relieved when you finally found a house out here in the vast English countryside and you landed on one of the white windowsills nearest you. The faint heat of the rising sun felt wonderful on your tiny, worn out body, and you lied down on the warm white wood.
Before you could drift off into much-needed sleep, you smelled something wonderful coming from the side of the hou
green is goldI remember when she was a bird.green is gold6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They gave her a room under the earth, and all year round she sat between the walls and the ceiling and the floor and struck her flint fingers together, burning cinnamon sticks to stifle the dying leaf smell of her.
One day another girl with fire in her long wheat-blonde hair walked in through a new door and said "I am the last days of summer" and she reached for the girl's hand but the girl couldn't hold on. She said "you are not strong enough" and the summer-girl walked out of the room. The next day she was back, and held on, and let go. This time she left at the girl's feet feathers filled with ink and paint made of berries and lead.
Because there wasn't canvas the girl took the paint in her hands and smeared it on her chin and neck and arms, her nerves smouldering at the toxin's touch. Once her skin was bright and golden and her hair the thick colour of liquorice, she took the inky feather in her hand and wr
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."How It Began2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
Time Traveller's EngagementExactly ten years from tomorrow, we'll be married here. My wife doesn't know that, of course. In a certain sense, neither do I.Time Traveller's Engagement4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a beautiful spot, now. Now meaning today, when the sunlight is still pure, and the sky is still blue. The ivy still climbs in green snakes up the side of her father's chateau, the pennants of the House of Renard are snapping gaily over the towers.
I hear a lilting laugh that even now sends my heart into my throat. Euryale Renard. She is only a girl today, no older than my little sister is in the days I left behind. Even at twelve, my Ury's curls catch the sun like molten amber, with a flower basket flung wide as she runs. Behind her tumble the Twins, her best friends, their giggles almost as musical as my Ury's, their golden hair belying the poison in their hearts. I remember the snarl on Cassandra's lips as she spilled out her wine glass on the floor after Ury's father toasted our engagement. I remember wiping Chloe's spit from my eye on the same
~Teardrops taken by wind~ *Jack Frost X Reader*~Teardrops taken by wind~~Teardrops taken by wind~ *Jack Frost X Reader*3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Jack Frost X Reader*
‘Do you feel lost?’
‘Why should I feel lost?’
‘Because your vision seems to be blurry!’
‘It might be because of my tirdness.’
‘No,it`s not!You`re lying to yourself!’
‘I`m not!I`m just tired,that`s all!’
‘Can`t you hear the calls?Hear them,please!I need you to hear them.I want you to acknowledge me.I`m a part of you.’
The female fluttered her eyes open,watching through blurry vision the surroundings.She let a heaved sigh escape her lips,as her whole being felt as if burning alive,her breath coming in short rasps and every single muscle aching.
(Name) hated snow.It made her ill,caught in bed for weeks because of her fragile immune system.She couldn`t actually afford skipping classes because of a simple cold – as she called it – and she didn`t want to miss those simple things the others could actually enjoy,such as building snow fo
Eden's AngelI knew the old stories. The first man and woman had disobeyed, and so they had been driven out of paradise. An angel had been placed in paradise to guard the tree.Eden's Angel2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I never heard any stories saying he left the garden.
I went to find the tree, to see if it really was worth getting kicked out of paradise. I’d seen the Fountain of Youth, Atlantis, and the Holy Grail. This was the next big thing. It was the edge of the Earth and beyond. It was further than Davy Jones’ Locker. It was paradise.
Some people told me the Holy Grail and the Fountain of Youth were the same thing. If you drank from the Holy Grail, you wouldn’t die. If you drank from the Fountain of Youth, you wouldn’t die. But I’ve seen them before. The Holy Grail is an ugly brown wooden cup. The Fountain of Youth isn’t more than a pool of stale water in the middle of a cave in South America. Atlantis was less of a disappointment, but it wanted to remain hidden. So I ventured out for the Garden o
EnglandxChild! Reader- SleepsongEnglandxChild! Reader- Sleepsong2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on now, poppet. It's time for bed." England said, attempting to pick you up and bring you to your bedroom.
"But papa, i'm not tired!" You pouted, gripping the man's pantleg for dear life. He gave you an annoyed sigh, but tried to cover it with a rather cheery smile. And not a cheery smile that a father would give to his loving child he adored more than anything in the world. It was more like a smile a phycopathic killer would give to his victim before slaughtering him.
Your bottom lip protruded out, your eyes growing larger as you stared into the emerald orbs of your father. By now, he had grown immune to your puppy dog eyes, not budging the slightest. He just stared down at you, hands gently rested on his hips. You stould your ground for a minute more, your eyes burning a hole into his head. But just as before, he stared down at you with a slightly annoyed stare.
Deciding that you wouldn't win this battle, you held your arms up to the Britt, opening and closing your hands. "I'm
In The GardenThe deep lush jungle stretched on for miles and far beyond The Human eye could see. Nothing but a deep green of foliage and trees was around the area. One of the few places that had not been touched with all that had happened as Shinra had never been able to come this far out or had it been struck by the damage wrought by the battle for the planet that had occurred.In The Garden1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A female person was spotted walking amongst it. She had long hair and wore a black skirt and white tank top and red gloves. The women looked around with her doe brown eyes at the site of all around her. She looked on at it as the area was vibrant and full of life. She saw very little animal life though, only plant life. Some larger than buildings she had called home.
“Wow,” Tifa Lockheart mused looking around at the sight of it. The girl and member of AVALANCHE looked around at the lush jungle before her. She had been to many parts of the world but never before had she seen such plant life before her. Those who
Galaxy Garden, by Lone.Galaxy Garden, by Lone.3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Ahh, electronic music. The possibilities of sound through manipulation is endless, creating emotions and states of mind solely on how human perceives it. Lovely idea, isn't it?
Enter Matt Cutler, a Nottingham music producer better known as Lone, and Galaxy Garden is his 5th LP. Now, Lone plays a style of footwork/juke music that is somewhat tropical and upbeat, despite being slathered in trance vibes. His music can be dropped into the 90's decade with his style of melody and tempo, with so much colorful work and amazing and shiny production, you'd think you were listening to a rainbow emanating from the reflection of a mirror. Bad comparison, but the music is such a great listen if you're a fan of footwork music.
The album shines heaviest when Cutler actually features other musicians on his music, namely Machinedrum, another outstanding footwork/juke producer, such as the track 'As a Child'. The synths are so dreamy with the mix of looped soothing guitar melodies and scrambling drum be
EnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemenEnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemenEnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemen2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well this was bloody fucking brilliant now wasn't it?!
You were only a little bit over the speed limit... only a little....10...15... 20 miles an hour over 45... that was only a little bit. Right?
Okay, it was only going to be a ticket... only a ticket. All you had to worry about was your boyfriend finding out about it...
Yes he might be a police officer but there's still a chance he wont find out about it if the officer walking up to your car now didn't recognize you as his girlfriend. You shrunk into your seat slightly as you listened to the footsteps on the pavement come closer and close... he was at the back of your car now.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the police officer walk up to the window.
Oh God oh God... God dammit iiitttttt....
"May I please see your license and registration please love?"
Of course. OF FUCKING COURSE.
It had to be Arthur. Your boyfriend. The one you were going to t
In Jomoko's GardenIn Jomoko’s GardenIn Jomoko's Garden2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is a work of fiction. The events portrayed may or may not have happened. There is no sexual or erotic content in this story whatsoever. Any similarity between the characters and any person, living or dead, or existing characters is coincidental and unintentional References to spiritual beliefs are fictional, and not intended to suggest any actual religion or faith system at all. Dorain © 2013.
In the mid 21st Century, Johannesburg, South Africa, buildings had become the dominant sight to see. From small brick tenements to gleaming spires of glass and steel, there was little space to be found for parks and recreation areas. Those that did exist were filled with dozens of people, crammed tight together with little room to do much moving around. That is why two young boys were so astounded to stumble across an empty basketball court at the end of a dark, twisting alley.
The odd outlines on the walls of a chubby, sitting man of some
The Reassurance of GreenIt was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips.The Reassurance of Green3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that.
"I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though.
Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake and he was not, in fact, the gardener my sister had hired.
"Can you… wait here, for a moment?" I asked the man. He nodded, clasping his dirt-encrusted gloves in one hand, and tugging at his ponytail with the other. I scurried inside.
Ella was supremely unconcerned.
"Who cares if he's dirty?" she asked, looking torn between amusement and exasperation. "G
AmericaXReader~ Americans are HerosYou had no idea what was going on. You couldn't move, and you found it hard to stand... You were lying on the sidewalk, and you had hit your head on the edge of the cement. What happened again?AmericaXReader~ Americans are Heros3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Last thing you remember was walking down the street with your best friend Alfred F Jones and his brother Arthur... you were laughing with them... and you crossed the street and...and...
You suddenly heard people screaming and saw them gathering around your area.
"Oh my God! Someone got hit by a van!"
"Some one! Call an ambulance!"
"Some one help me get this girl up! She's bleeding!"
One voice rang familiar. " O-Out of my way you wankers! __-_______! _________!"
"Artie?" You felt him gather you up in his arms, and lift you up so that you were sitting on the sidelines. You put your hand to your forehead and found it bleeding badly, but not severely. "A-Arthur what's going o-" Arthur suddenly shoved his head into your neck and sobbed. He was crying so much that the rim of your shirt was already soa
No God - No Atheists"If there were no God, there would be no atheists." G.K. ChestertonNo God - No Atheists4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"That's stupid!" you say.
"Not true," says I. This statement, in and of itself, provides proof for the existence of God. I know that, if you are a non-believer, you will instantly dismiss this quote. Your beliefs are quite firm, after all, and what can shake them? You question the existence of God, but you don't really want an answer. An answer will prove you wrong. However, if you are willing to read on, I think you'll find that the question of rather or not God exists isn't one of fact or fiction. It's true, and I shall illustrate how simply using this quote.
Perhaps I should put this quote into a different perspective. Here is one of the same theme by C. S. Lewis: "If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark."
The view behind this is simple: If ther
Sonadow: heaven on earth 5"I HAVE THAT FEELING WHEN I'M WITH YOU SHADOW!!!!!!!!" Sonic yelled.Sonadow: heaven on earth 58 years ago in General More Like This
Shadow was stunned. looking at Sonic who was now on his knees crying.
his hands where on the ground and tears fell loose.
Shadow didnt know wat to do. deep inside the true Shadow gained control over his body again after Sonic said those words.
but the dark Shadow controled by Eggman was not finished yet.
before Shadow could gain full control dark Shadow drived his fist one more time in Sonic's face. wich send the blue speedster a few meters further.
Sonic was almost losing his contiusness from the bloiw and headache that started again.
Shadow was about to attack again unil Sonic pulled the ring out that he got from him and held it out in front so Shadow could see it clearly.
"REMEMBER THIS?" Sonic yelled trying to ignore the pain.
Shadow looked at the ring that was glowing in the sun.
"I HAD THAT FEELING EVEN THEN!!" Sonic continued.
"MAYBE YOU DON'T FEEL THE SAME WAY SHADOW!!!"
"BUT I HAVE TO SAY THIS BEFORE IT'S TOO
The First Xenonaut: A Garden Slug StoryThe First Xenonaut: A Garden Slug StoryThe First Xenonaut: A Garden Slug Story3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Natasha Kowalski was enjoying a deep snooze when the ship went down. She became dimly aware of a grinding vibration and then heard a chorus of mingled screams. They were almost enough to bring her to full alertness, but not quite. Even after her body was launched forward, slamming against her seat restraints and then lurching back and forth, she wasn't fully aware of what was happening. Then everything was entirely still, and the voices which had been momentarily stifled began to babble and murmur from all sides. She opened her eyes and turned groggily towards Nathan, wondering why he looked so funny, his mouth hanging open and his hands working furiously.
"What... what was that?"
"Are you kidding? We've gone down, we're down! Down!"
Why was he so excited?
"On the surface! Down on the surface!"
What a funny word.