Creepypasta: Bleedingman (Original)Drip.Creepypasta: Bleedingman (Original)4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Shit.” A blonde teen climbed down from a tree he was picking apples from. He had scratched himself on the bark and hadn’t noticed. He left the basket of apples he had collected next to the tree and rushed inside. His icy blue eyes snaked around the room searching for another life form. When he deemed it safe he calmly walked to the bathroom.
Inside the medicine cabinet there were epipens designed especially for him. He injected himself with it and sat by the sink holding a towel to his dripping scrape. Now this boy was special, special in a way he would rather not be. He was a hemophiliac meaning that these minor cuts and scrapes he acquired could kill him. His body had an inability to create the white blood cells he needed fast enough to cause clotting. This restricted most of his outside activities. It even left him an orphan.
His parents were told of his condition after one doctor visit because he wouldn’t stop bleeding after his tooth fell
February CeremoniesToday didn't really feel any different from any other day. The trees stood solidly against the chilly Leafbare wind, and kits giggled as they played a game of keepaway with a moss ball. It was unusually warm for this time of year, but to the cats in MoonClan, the warmer weather just meant less work on their part. There was no complaining to be heard.February Ceremonies14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though today didn't feel much different than any other, Fallenstar knew that to many of his Clanmates, it was a most important day indeed. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the anticipation within camp seemed almost palpable. Particularly in the Nursery, where squirming kits were eager to skip their routine bathings and answer Fallenstar's familiar call.
The patrol had returned early this morning, and the tabby leader knew that the four apprentices who had been tested had been waiting all day for him to make the announcement. Today was the day of their warrior ceremony, and Fallenstar himself was almost just as excited as those who wer
tGB || Changes[ Yellow-Air | Linken | Council of Spirits ]tGB || Changes1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Like the rest of his tribe, he had followed their leader in his trance. It didn't surprise him to find the other tribes and their Silvers, too, had arrived at the Council of Spirits, where the Silver-Light sat, almost as if she had been waiting. Linken stayed close to his father, his heart pounding in his chest. But Seraphiel had moved away from him without a word, joining the other Silvers in the center. The tom had opened his mouth to call out to him, but as he glanced at all the leaders with their eyes aglow with silver, his words became lost.
The Spirits are here.
Whatever security he so briefly felt however, vanished. The silver glow from the leaders eyes enveloped them all as one, the eerie glow casting strange, lanky shadows around the gathered tribes. The glow steadily grew brighter, until at last even Linken in all his stubbornness was forced to avert his dark eyes and sq
Black/Touya/Hilbert x Reader .I'm Sorry.Black/Touya/Hilbert x Reader .I'm Sorry.20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Black/Touya x Reader .I'm Sorry.Black’s pov
With tired, heavily bagged eyes, I looked around the city once more and only sighed in defeat. After the battle of the legendary dragons of Unova, I started focusing on searching for N that I completely forgot the most important person in my life. I looked around once more and flew with the help of Reshiram back to Nuvema town into my home. As soon as we landed, Reshiram returned into the master ball and I head to my room, crying my heart out memories of my loss reeled up in my mind.
When I finally found N that was when I got hit with the fact hard in the face. I returned immediately but what greeted me is an all packed up, broken-hearted girl.
“W-Wait, don’t leave…” I shakily said. “I-I just got back…”
“Oh, I still exist to you? Ain’t that something?” She monotonously said before continuing her walk away from the town.
“Of course, you do!” I exclaimed, no
Wake Up CallLogan sat on a bench in a college campus. He was reading a bodybuilder's magazine while waiting for his friend to come out of class. Logan looked at his watch. "Hmm...he's ten minutes late." said Logan. "Where is he?"Wake Up Call18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, Logan!" Logan turned to see a black fox wearing a white buttoned up shirt, black pants, suspenders, glasses, and a bow tie. He also had thick and veiny arms that filled out the sleeves of his shirt. Logan smiled, being glad to see his new friend, Fever.
"Hey, Fever!" said Logan. "Glad you could make it. I was getting worried for a second."
"Yeah, sorry." replied Fever. "Class ran late again. Sometimes, learning on how to be a doctor is very overwhelming."
"I bet! Come on; let's head over to the gym." The two walked across campus as they continued talking. "You know," said Logan teasingly, "You can try being a pro bodybuilder if being a doctor doesn't work out."
Fever chuckled. "Nah, I'm just keeping in shape to be healthy. Besides, I want to help people. You know th
The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 3The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 320 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
3 Supporting Cast
The threesome became a foursome the next morning with the arrival of Chloe Webb, better known to Bettina Bright fans as Marybeth Harvey. And the only thing more surprising to Abbie and Serenity than Alex’s grounded pleasantness was discovering that on this set, the sidekick was the diva.
Her costume didn’t fit right. Then her glasses pinched (both Abbie and Serenity rather shocked to find out Marybeth actually had 20/20 vision and non-corrective prop specs). Then she pouted that her hair was going flat in the outdoor air. Her feet hurt from the rocks on the location set, her bottled water tasted funny, the sunlight hurt her eyes, and how could they ever expect her to give a good performance out in the middle of nowhere, especially with Alex acting so stupid? Abbie and Serenity were on the point of throttling the co-star when they caught Alex’s rolling eyes
REBOOTEra un sábado en la mañana, eran alrededor de las 9:00 am, el día era magnifico, simplemente hermoso, tres niños de apenas 13 años, quedaron de verse en el parque.REBOOT19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Los dos niños ya estaban ahí en una de las bancas esperando a su mejor amiga, Isabella, luego de un momento de espera, la niña llegó, alegremente los saludo y les entrego un sobre de su color a cada uno.
Los niños al abrirlo descubrieron que eran unos colgantes en forma de estrella, los dos tenían uno idéntico al igual que el de la niña, los dos amigos le sonrieron para que después, Phineas, Ferb e Isabella los alzaran lo más alto que podían juntándolos, haciendo una promesa silenciosa de que eran los mejores amigos.
Mada sukoshi kurai heya mahouzukai ga orite/Desciende una maga, sobre una pequeña y oscura habitación
"Sayonara" to dake tsugeta/Sólo me dijo un "adiós"
Kisetsu no n
Armonia: Milo Knew Him So WellDarkness, Darkness, EverywhereArmonia: Milo Knew Him So Well21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Do you feel alone?
Milo knew Lorenzo. He was the type of person to dote on their pet, and Lorenzo was simply the best pet anyone could ask for. he did everything he was told to do, was helpful, came when he was called, and even protected Milo on occasion. Lorenzo was his true best friend and little brother he never had, even if he was a feral bug. Milo, being the hippy he was, believed him to have the soul of a person, one who lives and breathes the same as everyone else, and who sees the same moon he sees in a manner of speaking.
Milo knew him to a tick. While Lorenzo was expressionless to everyone else, he was full of life to Milo. He could always tell what the little bug was thinking. If he was angry, he would be just the tiniest bit more aggressive, and when he was happy, he would scuttle around a lot more than his usual stationary patterns.
A Fishy Tale“…and when we cut the fish open, there was my wristwatch, still ticking away to itself!”A Fishy Tale8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone in the tavern laughed at the story but none more so that little Maddie. Eight years old and the granddaughter of old Mick Hannagan, a retired fisherman and well respected by all the fisherman in the area. He was looking after her for the day while her parents were at work and she was having a great time, listening to the tall tales that the fishermen told.
“Granddad, what about you? Can you tell me a story, please?” Maddie hopped up onto her grandfather’s knee, glass of milk in hand and snuggled up against his woolly jumper.
“Hmm, let’s see…..did I ever tell you about the time I caught a mermaid?” Mick asked.
“No granddad; tell me!” Maddie grinned happily; she loved mermaids.
“Right then! Now, this tale began many years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday&
New Year, New LifeNew Year, New LifeNew Year, New Life20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pokemon TF/AR x4
By Wolf-Prince-Leon and Regulus58
Deep in the forest, a little Houndour pup was running down a dirt road, coming to a tall man, who looked at him with comforting eyes. He kneeled down and gently petted the little Pokemon. “You find any more kids for me, Howl?”
The houndour nodded and let out a bark before turning and running off. Or would’ve if the man hadn’t picked him up. “Whoa! Easy there little pal, you’ve been running around the forest all day, you need to give your paws a rest.” The man let out a whistle. “Kanga!” On cue, a Kangaskhan appeared behind the man and took the Houndour from him.
“He’s been a good boy, but he’s already running low on batteries.” The man said, noticing Howl’s eyes looked heavy. “Give him the good treatment.”
Howl looked ecstatic at what the man said, as Kanga gently cuddled the little pup. She then put
Mi vida con Phineas! - Cap. 3Capítulo 3: ¿Un avance?Mi vida con Phineas! - Cap. 34 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Al terminar de desayunar, cada uno siguió con sus actividades: Lawrence fue a terminar de reparar unos muebles en el garaje. Linda preparaba su tarea para su clase de cocina. Ferb fue a su clase de Guitarra clásica. Candace recibió un llamado de Jeremy y fue a su casa. Quedamos solo Phineas y yo. Él se levantó de la mesa sin quitarme la mirada de encima un segundo. Yo sólo me limité a mirarlo, pero él se quedó ahí, parado. Estiró su mano para que la tomara y me levantara yo también. Lo hice, bajando la mirada, mirando mi plato vacío con tal de no verlo a los ojos, me moría de vergüenza… ¿Vergüenza? ¿Desde cuándo Isabella García – Shapiro tiene vergüenza?! ¡No! Por favor Isabella, ¡reacciona!
Volví mi vista al frente y sólo obtuve cruzarme con esos ojos azules que sostenían una mirada hacia mí llena de
tGB | Come on skinny loveCome on skinny love just last the year,tGB | Come on skinny love22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pour a little salt we were never here,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.
Tell my love to wreck it all,
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Right in the moment this order's tall.
It had all happened so fast. The spirits appearing and then disappearing, along with everyone's tattoos. It took Freya a moment to realize that hers was gone as well, panic igniting in her as she realized her powers were gone as well. A scream of terror ripped from her throat as the rest of the cats took in everything. The former Orange-Light whirled around, running straight for home. Home, where she could surround herself in sweet smelling herbs and have time to herself. Of course, home was where her fear lived, although the poisoners' abilities were most likely gone by now. She had no reason to fear. The she-cat dashed into her den, startling the cats whom had stayed be
Kasper Meets DoodlesDoodles strolled around the carnival leisurely. There were always new things to see, and it wasn't too busy to man his stand yet. He flipped one of his butterfly knives as he walked. His favorite idle habit to do. Annily had mentioned another ride, one he hadn't visited yet. It had to be somewhere, he wanted to see it and the carnie that ran it.Kasper Meets Doodles5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kasper sat in his chair, eagerly awaiting anyone who was brave enough to take a ride on his Tilt-A-Hurl. He laughed giddily as he juggled his many axes lackadaisically. As he tosses around his axes, he noticed someone walking up to his ride.
The knife stopped flipping, the bite handle dangling loosely. Doodles stared up at the contraption, not knowing what to think. This had to be it. An axe caught his eye, and he followed it down to its owner, the pale red haired demon. Of course, he didn't pay attention to (or know) that detail. All he saw was a fellow carnie and juggler. He ran towards him with a friendly grin. "Hey! You're a car
Bearer of Dark News (Seaver and Impala):iconspicybuns:Bearer of Dark News (Seaver and Impala)22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trees whizzed by in a blur as the heavy huff of his breath accompanied by his sloppy paws thundering against the snow covered terrain were the only things that Seaver could really hear. The words echoed in his mind over and over. "Impala arrived terribly wounded not long ago, she's being treated now. She looks like she was terrorized..." He ran off in a cold sweat before his pack mate could even finish their sentence. Even now as his aching muscles screamed for a break, he ignored them and kept pushing himself to keep going, to at least reach the den site and find Impala.
His heart hammered in his chest faster than any living creature could run. He felt his feelings turn to ice and twist inside his stomach as the cold air seeped into his lungs and burned them to ashes, his dry tongue lolling out of his mouth. Impala was a very important friend to him. After all, she had encouraged him to become an Emissary as well. If anything had happened to her, he wasn't sure
ToI - Winter Wonderland“EHHHH!? WHY NOT ZEPHIRA?” came a shout. The source of the loud voice was from a pink pixie with white wings.ToI - Winter Wonderland22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Aurea.. You know as well as I do why. Our wings might freeze off..” the orange and black pixie named Zephira replied.
“I can always heal us!” Aurea exclaimed.
“No. It’s too risky.”
“But I want to go play outside in the snow now!” Aurea retorted.
“Now you listen here sister..” Zephira started, getting up from her chair. She had been shelling nuts and put down the hazelnut she had in her hand with a “knock” on the table.
The two sisters continued to bicker about going out when Auraleigh, their other sister, closed shut the book she had in her hands with a loud clap. The two sisters stopped their arguing enough to look nervously towards her.
“Enough!” Auraleigh said sternly. “Aurea, you’re not going outside.”
Aurea looked towards her sisters with disbelief and t
MLP: The Ponyville Music FestivalMLP: The Ponyville Music Festival1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is a good morning in Equestria as the birds are chirping, dragons are flapping all over the land, the buffalo run along the desert plains; some visit and help the earth ponies in Dodge Junction and Appleloosa.
But in Ponyville, The day has finally come the day everypony in Ponyville Is waiting for quite a few days; The Ponyville music festival is here.
Everypony in town are so pumped up with excitement over this event ever since Mayor Mare announced the festival days ago after Chrysalis and the changelings were blasted by the powers Applejuice used cause of his love towards Applejack.
Meanwhile, at the kingdom created by the rainbow of light. The princess of friendship name Twilight starts to rise from her slumber.
She yawned and crawled out of her bed.
She sorted her bed so it looks like a perfect bed.
Afterwards, she walks down to town to meet her friends for today.
She passed by her calendar but she notices something on it so she gallop back to the calendar and takes a deep look
One Thousand Days One thousand days lost at sea.One Thousand Days10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One thousand days spent bandied about by the indifferent surge of the tides, steering by the billion-year-old light of long worn-out stars.
One thousand days spent without another living soul.
One thousand days, or maybe more. Probably more.
I am driven forward by that most malicious of fallacies, the sheer lie of legacy. Braver men than I have perished in their quest for the unattainable. Seeking immortality, whether real or mythical, (though either conception of immortality is pure myth in itself,) they reach for that which they know can never truly be theirs. For that which, perhaps, does not even exist. Better men. Smarter men. Stronger men.
But we feel it in our hearts.
We seek it because we know that it must be real, or rather, because we simply cannot accept the
Story Arc: Chapter 15.Recent Events: Chaos in the Village, the Faction War.Story Arc: Chapter 15.20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the past couple days, we have seen a lot of chaotic events within Tōrōgakure.
From the Fireworks and Graffiti of the Fox Faction, the Bribery of the Phoenix Faction,
The Day of the Dragon Drafting Celebration, the harsh protesting of the Tiger Faction,
and of course the semi-pacifistic, anti-violence movement headed by the Kirin Faction.
Perhaps the most significant of these Events was the Clash in the Kirin Territory,
where three factions − The Fox, The Kirin, and The Tiger − All met head on at once.
It began with the Tiger Faction Riot outside the Akarikage's Castle a few days prior,
which the Kirin Faction openly sabotaged and interrupted before retreating home.
In response, the Tiger Faction marched on Kirin Territory in clear retaliation.
The Kirin were ordered not to attack the Tiger, les
The Tomb of Adam - Day 29“This expedition is going nowhere, Azzam!” Zack retorted, tossing his hat to the table and running his fingers through his fine greying hair, speckled with sand.The Tomb of Adam - Day 297 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I swear to you, sir.” Azzam insisted in his thick Arabian accent. He hurried to the other side of the table and opened the leather bound tome wide. “This passage is-”
Zack slammed the book closed. Azzam pulled his fingers out of the pages just in time. “I don't care what the passage says! We've wasted nearly a year out here. I haven't seen my son since his last birthday, when I had to tell him 'daddy's leaving'. I'm calling it off. End of discussion. Go tell the men.”
Azzam ground his teeth, a lump in his throat, and stormed out of the tent into the intense heat of a desert sun, which scorched the once fertile earth into a dusty wasteland. Azzam had been studying the 'Book of Adam' for years now. He could nearly quote every line in the book. He knew that it was trying to tell hi
Micropasta: CorruptionMicropasta: CorruptionMicropasta: Corruption10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His little whispers,
"Love me, love me
That's all I ask for
Love me, love me."
He battered his tiny fists to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something
- Monster, Meg and Dia
“Are you ready?” he asked me. His voice is like raw skin against sandpaper, but nowadays it brings to mind such pretty things. He is my best and only friend, and I would die for him. I would kill for him.
“I think so” I sheepishly reply as I show him the weapon I will use for the murder. I’ve been waiting for the prearranged moment all day. I can see the sun just beginning to set outside through the venetian blinds of the kitchen window. Funny, it still feels like morning. I am grateful time passed quickly, otherwise I’d be getting more than a little antsy with anticipation.
“You ‘think so’?” he smirks. When he smir
The Origin of Laughter Part 2The Origin of Laughter Part 25 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Daniel was walking home one night. He was cutting through the big park in his town to his apartment, having been let off by the last bus on wrong side of the park. He had just finished up a very long and boring night shift that lasted until 1 in the morning and all he wanted to do was to go to bed as soon as possible.
The night air felt rather cold, more than usual as he walked. He wished he brought his jacket, shivering slightly. “Gotta remember to get off earlier,” he mumbled to himself, “Shouldn’t have spaced out on that bus…”
As he walked though, he heard something odd. A weird cackling sound. He glanced around the area, seeing no one around.
A childish voice then called out, “Up here you foolish mortal!”
He glanced around again and then looked upwards.
Contra Imperium IDonieck, rok 2113Contra Imperium I6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ból powinien jednoczyć, nie dzielić
Prorok zamknął oczy. Opary unoszące się znad podgrzewanej kolby, miały specyficzny zapach, przypominający zarazem kadzidło i olejek różany. Mężczyzna wziął głęboki oddech i uniósł ręce, rozganiając pastelowe kłęby dymu. Jego słowa i myśli kłębiły się wraz z nimi. Sam nie wiedział, co się dokładnie dzieje w tym momencie. Miał jedną prośbę, jeden cel, do którego osiągnięcia wykorzystywał wszystkie znane sobie metody. Mag, alchemik, jasnowidz… Prorok. W jego głowie mieszały się zaklęcia, modlitwy i skupiona wola, a na jego ustach wszystkimi językami świata wypisane było tylko jedno zdanie.
- P a n i e , daj nam wolność…! – szeptał unosząc gło
A Pirate's Property Part1 AmericaXPirate!Reader*A Pirate’s Property* Part 1A Pirate's Property Part1 AmericaXPirate!Reader11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
America X Pirate!Reader
You sat in your cabin, legs up on the desk with your fingers resting under your chin, gazing deeply at the map sprawled out on your desk. Your (e/c) eyes reflected candle light as they flickered, casting dancing shadows and the gnawed ship’s walls. Glinting gold coins shone brightly as your door made a little creek and light from outside spilled in.
“Captain (last name), can I come in..?” He had a little fear in his voice which you always liked. You were as feared as Captain Kirkland – who you were good friends with – and your reputation was just as dark.
A member of your crew slowly crept in, closing the door softly behind him. You looked up and gestured your hand from him to come closer.
“What can I help you with?” You asked, showing your mood was good and he could relax. The crew member let out a sigh of relief and smiled.
“The crew Ca
Good Luck BatoInsanity36Good Luck Bato1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
After hearing on the streets of Nome that there was a dog-sled race coming up between the Kings and the Tombstone Cowboys, Tiva found herself wandering towards a familiar place. Bato's house. She knew that he was part of one of the two teams and she wanted to wish him luck.
She paused when the house came into view. She needed to find a way to get his attention. Quietly the wolf-dog slipped into an ally so no one would see her. Once she was safely hidden she tipped back her head and let out a howl. 'Bato, come here a moment please.' That was what it consisted of.
But would that do the trick? She wasn't sure if domestic dogs understood how to speak through howls or if that was a thing she had gotten from her wolf heritage, but hopefully Bato would get the message.
Bato scratched at his harness with one hind foot. He didn't mind wearing the harness, but it