Mxls: Double Tasking (oneshot)Even though no one would say it to her face, not even Nixels seemed to really enjoy Frau Nixel’s slop of a meal (well, save for Dr. Nixelputz, but everyone thought he only liked it because his wife was the one cooking it. That or he was just flat-out crazy.). But, they were forced to shovel it down anyways, or they wouldn’t be eating ANYTHING.Mxls: Double Tasking (oneshot)23 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
So, one of the oddest things to see in the Nixel base was…a pretty rotund Nixel. Of course, the other Nixels loved this guy, mainly because he’d finish off the leftovers of Frau Nixel’s horrid slop, which meant they hardly had to eat a bite of it. Major Nixel? Not so much. While this Nixel was still a valuable asset to the army…his size caused some…issues.
He was always the last in drills. He was always defeated by the Mixels thanks to his slow speed and large size. He could hardly even LIFT a Cubit, let alone bring one back to the base. But, no matter what Major Nixel tried, no matter how much extra exer
PV: Like SuicideThere wasn't anything worse than dreaming. When in a dream, anything could happen. She knew this all too well. She'd seen things happen to her, done to her that simply couldn't be reconciled.PV: Like Suicide20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Joan had seen herself taken apart by her Antichrist.
She'd seen herself in dark makeup and in front of a microphone with a wall of impossible, terrible noise behind her, muttering words she'd never say.
Joan had seen herself press a gun to her head, just to end the overwhelming sense of abandonment.
She'd seen herself with people between her legs. People she cared about, like Rachana and Jackelyn and Ames. It was so wrong, like her body was telling her something she never wanted to know.
Joan had seen herself strung out and bare on a couch- a needle in her arm and an occasional flash.
She'd seen herself cutting into some innocent youth's throat.
Having a dream in this hellish limbo was like suicide.
It was a permanent end to something Joan had hoped to keep sa
Creepypasta: It's All RelativeCreepypasta: It’s All RelativeCreepypasta: It's All Relative7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I don’t know what day it is… or what year. What, why wouldn’t I know the year? It’s been two weeks since I moved in, so it’s probably still the same year. I think. I don’t know I am at all, really. I’ve been stuck in one place for quite a while and that tends to alter one’s perception of time.
Wait, no, that’s right, it’s only been two weeks. What I am saying.
Ahem. But there is one thing I do know. I’m not alone in here.
It’s always been me in the house. Me and me alone. Why shouldn’t that be the case? After all, it’s my home, my home, I was one of the original occupants of this place as early as when it was still being furnished, and it has been ever since construction finished and the work crews left. But I can hear them, stalking about the place, and it’s all I can do to hide in the day and come out only at night.
Two of them are the primogeni
Caught || FOURTEENCaught || FOURTEEN22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
The events after the trial’s closure were a blur. The guard freeing her hand from the cuffs, her lawyer taking her by the shoulders and offering his congratulations before following the legions of spectators flooding out of the chamber, leaving her behind.
She steadied her shaking hands against the table and inclined her head as the guard beside her coughed lightly. He was regarding her with a sort of reluctant sympathy.
“You’re not allowed to go home yet.”
Erica furrowed her brow and reached for her glass of water. “Why not?”
“It’s for your own safety,” he explained, kneeling down to retrieve the transporter from the floor. “Even though you’ve been cleared of charges, there’s likely to be a lot of angry people waiting for you. And they know where you live. Plus, there’s still a lot of fire damage from the stove, that needs clearing up before we can let you back in.”
The little woman nodded, taking a si
Teacher, Please Potty Train MeLet me get this straight, we as high schoolers are in school for approximately seven hours. We are in class for exactly 330 minutes and outside of class for 85 minutes, but let's cut that in half to 42.5 minutes for the time needed to go to our lockers, to get our books, make it to class on time and pass a few words to our peers. So that leaves use 42.5 minutes outside of class, but let's take away 20 minutes to eat lunch. Okay, so we are left with 22.5 minutes to go to the restroom compared to the 330 minutes we are in class, not to forget that we are allowed to eat and drink in class! That 22.5 minutes is now is a small number and we all know that within that time nobody says, “Oh I’m going to go to the restroom because I don’t want to make my teacher angry by asking!” or “I’m going to go to the restroom even though I don’t feel like it but I’m still going to go…”. NO! Nobody wants to or even thinks about using the JohTeacher, Please Potty Train Me22 hours ago in Short Stories
Despairtale prologueDespairtale prologue14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPT! IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL, THEN DON'T READ IT!
Prologue: Decide your fate!
Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth: Humans and Monsters. One day, a war broke out between the two races and after a long series of battle, the humans were victorious. The greatest of their magicians sealed the monsters to the Underground with a magic barrier to make sure that they never return to the Surface ever again.
Legends say that those who climb the mountain never return...
Those words were the child's thoughts as they climbed Mt.Ebott on their own. As they made their way towards the large hole, they showed a shaky smile as tears were falling from their eyes.
"Finally..." They muttered as they looked down at the hole. "I can finally get away from this cruel world. No more bullies who beat me up. No adults who will hurt me and abuse me. I can fina
TWA | Zarpa de Ajonjoli | Rol de EntrenamientoEra una mañana silenciosa y tal vez algo fría, todos los gatos del Clan Primavera se disponían a realizar sus tareas, algunos todavía aperezados, como era común en el clan.TWA | Zarpa de Ajonjoli | Rol de Entrenamiento4 hours ago in Short Stories
Zarpa de Ajonjolí trotaba con paso alegre a través del campamento, se dirigía a encontrarse con su mentor por primera vez y era en lo único en que podía pensar desde que despertó. Llevaba una sonrisa pegada al rostro y su pecho estaba lleno de emoción por la nueva experiencia, pero también ocultaba un gran temor a fallar o a terminar humillado, el cual intentaba ignorar.
Como era costumbre en el, desde que el sol comenzaba a asomar los primeros rayos en el horizonte, Mordisco de Alcaudón ya estaba fuera de su guarida. Desde que se le había asignado su primer aprendiz la tarde anterior no cabía en su propia emoción, al menos tenía la tranquilidad interna de que el pequeño al que enseñaría era un gato de clan, cosa
Transcendence - Ch. 12 - All that JazJade was sure they had run for at least a few miles into the woods, when their mysterious leader finally stopped, panting to catch their breath. Fells tried to stop and ran into a tree by accident, falling flat on his back while Genesis and Jade both jogged to a halt like ordinary people.Transcendence - Ch. 12 - All that Jaz9 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Genesis leaned against the tree Fells had hit, chest heavily. "You... Can't do that... To an autopsy... Gremlin..." He wheeze out.
The figure laughed a little. "Autopsy Gremlin should work out more."
Genesis hissed at him, the only agitated sound he could make without requiring more usage of air than he could afford.
The figure hissed back; but the hiss was very snake-like. The snake that had bitten Marley slithered up Gen's shoulder quickly and hissed at him too, but in a non-threatening way. Genesis's pupil's contracted and he screamed, shoving the snake away and in the process of scrambling back, he tripped over Felladere and fell down on his
Why?The next morning, mom and I woke up in Emily's bed. We laid there for a while in silence, thinking to ourselves. At around eight thirty we smelled dad making breakfast. Waffles and bacon. I got out rather quickly and ran down the stairs. "Is that bacon?!" I yell. I hear my dad laugh and sarcastically say, "No its oatmeal". I run into the kitchen and see a plate with at least eight pieces. "Can I have some!? Pllleeeaaassseee" I scream. My mom laughs down the stairs as my dad hands me the plate. "Help yourself honey" he said. Let me explain something. Every time I was sad since I was three, somehow I got bacon.When I was in kindergarten, I went to bed really sad because an old classmate of mine called me names that day, mind you, I was four. A few hours later, my mom comes in the room with bacon for just the two of us. Five years ago, my dad had to go on a business trip for three days. Right after he walked out the door, the kitchen timer went off, and when I checked the oven, there wasWhy?14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
a meaningful vignetteYou see them every day as you walk past them in the hallway. Every time, you have to avert your eyes. Looking at them is like looking at the sun. You stare at the floor and blush as you keep walking.a meaningful vignette5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
When you pass, your friend gives you a smirk and an elbow in the ribs. Still flushed, you smack them and hurry forward.
"C'mon, you need to do it," your friend later says.
"No! I can't! What if they don't-- what if--" you stop, your face beginning to redden again.
Your friend grabs your arm. "What's the worst that could happen? They say no? Big deal!"
You stare at the table, feeling the heat on your face.
"If you don't ask them... I will," your friend threatens.
You put your head in your hands. "Fine!" you choke. "Tomorrow!"
The next day you walk through the hallways. Your knees feel weak with the anticipation of what you're going to do. You're just around the corner from where you usually pass them. You take a deep breath and brace yourself.
Then it happens. They walk around the corner, l
Katropolis: Sovereign Chapter 20After successfully breaking down the steel door that held her captive, C3-701 had waited. Just to see if anyone would notice. Their were no men outside her door, unusual. Taro was nowhere to be found and the camera system was now dead. She wondered what had happened to Taro's nervous assistant, she was never usually far from his side.Katropolis: Sovereign Chapter 2010 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
That didn't really matter though, not to C3-701. Freedom was what mattered in the end. Once she had confirmed that no one was coming to confine her again, she made a break for it. The door to the laboratory was down a very extensive corridor and was usually guarded. Those men were anywhere and everywhere.
Though, they were not here now. That meant something was going on. What it was, was not something she was going to think about. The exit was nearby and C3-701 wanted to get through it as soon as possible.
She had almost gotten there too. Then, as she approached the exit, she saw Chizuko. It was the last person she expected to see and the person she didn'
Extended StayI wrote this one awhile back, but I just realized I didn't post it on here, just on my blog. The pic was posted by the awesome MiasMyGirl. Enjoy!Extended Stay5 hours ago in Short Stories
*I don't own the picture and will take it down if requested.
Naomi ClassNaomi Class Super BattleshipNaomi Class6 hours ago in Historical
Weight: 37,211 tons
Armor: 56cm (22 Inch) Max (Torpedo Belt, Turrets and Parts of Bridge Superstructure)
Evaluation: 60% Total Armor Coverage
Speed: 32 knots
Design: Massive Heavily Armored Battleship
RADAR range: 34 km
SONAR range: 16 km
5x Seiran Fighter-Bomber (2x 13mm Heavy Machine Guns & 1x Torpedo/Bomb Hardpoint)
5x E13A Type 0 Scout (1x 7.62mm Machine Gun & 1x Depth Charge/Bomb Hardpoint)
5x R16A Zuiun Scout (2x 20mm Auto-cannons & 1x Depth Charge/Bomb Hardpoint)
3x3 460mm (18 Inch) C/50 Naval Artillery
3x6 250mm (9 Inch) C/50 Naval Artillery
2x24 120mm (4 Inch) C/50 DP Naval Artillery
3x22 28mm (1 Inch) Heavy Machine Cannons
1x High Powered Radar
1x High Powered Sonar
46x Electronic AA Targeting
3x Firing Delay Systems
33x Automatic Reloading Systems
1x Electronic Blocking Systems
1x Emergency Hull Purge System
1x Emergency Au
Hello parody by BelarusHelloHello parody by Belarus8 hours ago in Short Stories
I was wondering if after all these years you'd become one with me
They say time makes love fade
But I still love you
Hello, Big brother?
I'm in Belarus dreaming about when you become one with me
We will be older, and free
I've forgotten how it felt before I break down the door
There's no differences between us
and only like 100 miles
HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE
I'M GONNA BREAK DOWN THE DOOOORRRR
THE HANDLE THAT WAS KEEPING US APART
IS GONE NOW SO PLEASE BECOME ONE WITH ME
HELLO FROM THE OUTSIDE
PLEASE OPEN UP THIS DOOR NOWWW
I JUST WANT TO BECOME ONE WITH YOU
AND I CANT SEE THAT YOU DONT WANT TOO AT ALL
Bridgit: Motion Picture Brawn (1)Bridgit: Motion Picture BrawnBridgit: Motion Picture Brawn (1)12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Written by Amnoartist
Chapter I – Terms and Conditions
“This is a role basically written with you in mind, Bridgit.” Emma was worried, worried her long-time client wouldn’t accept likely the most coveted role of the decade because she wasn't willing to commit to such drastic changes required for it. “Everything’s set up: a personal trainer dedicated only to you, a robust dietary program that, as the term goes in the fitness world, will ‘bulk’ you...”
Bridgit stared at the contract that lay flat on the table for a moment, which was ought to be at least 25 pages thick, and have a font size so small, it was a wonder the contract itself was actually readable. “They’re basically asking me to look like a guy. I don’t want that.”
Emma had her own copy of the contract held firmly in her hand. She took a moment to review its contents.
False Mother 6“Ooh… Ave… my tummy!” I hear Selina call out as Sara and I slowly walk down the stairs.False Mother 67 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
“Selina?” I hurry down the stairs, finding Selina lying on her back on the floor. “Selina, what happened?”
“I guess I drank too much.” She chuckles and blushes. I find an empty bottle of Fizz! right next to her.
“Selina, this is TWO liters! Here, let me help you up.” I awkwardly try to help her up, while moving slowly to avoid shaking the Fizz! in her belly.
“Is she alright?” Sara asks me as I slowly move Selina onto the couch.
“Yeah, she just drank a little too much, umm… water…” I lie in order to avoid another witchcraft accusation.
“Avery, whose voice did I just- HEAR?!” She jumps at the sight of Sara. “Avery, she looks just like you!”
“Selina, shush!” I whisper in her ear, “She’s the spirit. You know, the one that allows me to do what I do?
Undertale hacking Tutoriels Here Rooms: Here is the list of rooms reddit on redit:https://www.reddit.com/r/Undertale/comments/3n3tiy/room_codes_teleport_as_you_please_cheating/ butUndertale hacking Tutoriels Here 3 hours ago in Short Stories
I'll give you one here open up to file0 then go to the second to the last line enter the room you want to go to. then you should be there.
Items: here is the list of items:http://rawr.ws/undertale/items you see the number right?Open file 0 then use that Item on lines 13, 15, 17, 19, 21, 23, 25, and 27. Any item you want!!!
LV: The second line on file 0 is your love however it can only really reach 20 on HP wise. So use it carefully.
if you have any questions or errors please commet I may be able to help
Enteral Story Chapter 3Chapter Three The Enteral Puzzle BoxEnteral Story Chapter 34 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
The rain had finally stopped at the Culture Festival, and people were taking the advantage of the moment. Already people were closing their shops, walking to their cars, or trying to dry off after being caught in the rain. Johnny was standing near the meeting spot where the kids always meet before school. He had bags under his arms for he had some time afterwards to do a little shopping at the festival. He glace down at his watch and notice that Danny and his friends were running a bit late.
“The rain must have caught them,” he said to himself fixing the bags around his arms, “Maybe next birthday I should get Danny a cell phone.” As he was pondering this, he heard someone cry out to him just in the distance.
“Johnny! Johnny!!” Danny cried out running through the puddles of water as his friends coming behind him. “Gu
Run! lil Puppy<kamikins>The young coywolf shuffled nervously as she awoke, ears splayed and lips twitching. She had been sleeping very lightly since she had arrived on the island, what with all the dangers she faced. Even with having reunited with Emir, she tended to sleep further away from most other dogs and she hadn't dared to show her face to any Fogna- or Trieste- if she could help it. Not yet. She would have stayed where she was if it weren't for the rumble in her stomach, though; so she stood up, shook her fur to free it of any bugs or stray leaves, and went off to find something to hunt down. She didn't want to deplete Emir's food stash.Run! lil Puppy4 hours ago in Short Stories
<dragonmissy> Kivo was moving round the island not really settling here nor there. He would rest in the hottest parts of the day. Then head out at dusk and dawn.Rabbits was his main stable or whatever he was getting a hold of. He was laying down next to a large tree. His tongue rolling behind his teeth. He would see movement in the trees as he wa
Second-Head Shop"Hello! You two! Adopt us!"Second-Head Shop7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
"Yeah, we'd love to be your third and fourth pair of eyes!"
Those were the words that my beloved Charles and I would say to incoming heterosexual couples who walked into the shop. Suffice it to say, we were just a pair of alive severed heads inside Futurama-like jars.
OK, let me rewind for a bit. My name is Louise Garter-Berin, and Charles Berin is my husband. He is a handsome, Caucasian man, while I am a beautiful, African-American woman. We got married three years ago. Unfortunately, we had the worst types of bodies.
Now I don't mean that they are badly in shape. No, it's that Charles and I always wanted to have a child through conception. Unfortunately, the doctors told me that I was barren, and Charles got kicked in the groin too many times before turning 18. So no born children from us. Yes, we could adopt, but then we'd have to file a lot of paperwork, and honey, we just don't have that kind of time.
Eventually, scientists came up with a way to
FLF - Prompt5 - Dissonance“What were you thinking when you decided on this place? Is this really a restaurant? It’s so dark and dirty looking!” Mother’s voice keeps rising and falling in pitch – it’s completely unrestrained. “And the food… What is this meant to be-”FLF - Prompt5 - Dissonance15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“There you go again. Can you please just keep an open mind and take a closer look at the place before you make such comments, especially in front of the wait staff, Agnes.” Father’s tone is tight, strained and somewhat monotone – the total opposite of Mother’s. “I do apologise. Ah, thank you. The food looks delicious!”
“Delicious? The presentation is absolutely dreadful, like they just threw the ingredients together on the plate!”
Ah, there’s music coming from somewhere. Oh, there’s a band in that dimly lit corner.
“Oh, for crying out loud, just have a bite before you say anything else! It really is
.:You Are My What Now?:.Family gatherings. Oh how much he hated family gatherings..:You Are My What Now?:.7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Trying to masquerade his boredom behind a smile the blond just nodded his head at the look he got from the other man, not even knowing what he was talking about. James had zoned out what seemed to be ages ago at this point, just casually smiling and every now and then nodding his head at the words he hadn’t even heard in the first place. Just act naturally, try to look interested, not actually give a damn. It had worked so far with the party, and hopefully it was enough to carry him through it as well.
The blond had just tried to keep himself away from most of the conversations, only really taking part when it came to the topics about him – how he was doing, what he was doing, about the future, and so forth. In anything else, he just didn’t want to be a part of. He let the rest of the adults do the talking, share their visions of the world and the future, and tha
Alone: AsylumMany Centuries AgoAlone: Asylum22 hours ago in Short Stories
The old woman traced the symbols across the paper. Sacred symbols, passed down by the priestesses for centuries. Only they could make them, the sacred papers to purify blighted spirits.
She was ninety six now, but she never ceased her task. The shrines must always be stocked with the sacred writings, and more must be saved for the priestesses. Somewhere, her own daughter was making the papers too, and no doubt her grandchildren were putting them to good use, laying to rest those souls trapped by the dark portals.
She sorted some papers into neat stacks. Ket, to break the chains. Tekil, to dispel. Aniv, to cleanse. Koma, illumination. Yie, to Comfort.
As the woman dipped her pen back into the inkwell, the doors behind her opened. A cold gust of wind scattered the neatly stacked papers, extinguished the candles. In the center of the shrine, the Eternal Flame flickered as one of the papers flew into it.
In her youth, the old woman would have leapt to her feet. Perha