Swimsuits [Makoto Tachibana x Tomboy!Reader]Swimsuits [Makoto Tachibana x Tomboy!Reader]9 hours ago in Short Stories
"Why exactly am I here again?"
You asked for the fifth time that hour. You thought this would be, well, more fun. Instead, here you were at Sports Zero with the swim team and Gou, watching the boys try on swimsuits. Not that you minded looking at their muscles, it just didn't interest you as much as regular girls. You were a major tomboy, always binding your chest, keeping your hair short, even going far enough to attend school in the guys uniform. The amount of stares you always got was no joke. You, however, didn't care at all. If you liked it, then you liked it, point blank. Who cares if other students or even teachers didn't like it? You got the permission from the school to wear it (Thank God you didn't get stuck with those annoying skirts) so you were obviously going to wear it.
You sighed and wondered back to earlier that day.
You were laying around on y
A Glimpse of the Western World"Lawrence!" some Juniors called out mockingly to Lawrence, who turned, his face flushed scarlet with annoyance. "Shut up, assholes!" he retorted, "Don't piss me off. I'm dangerous enough as it is." Lawrence had a short fuse for taunting and foolish insults, "burns" as Lawrence's classmates called them. Whenever Lawrence made an intellignet insult or a rational argument, one of his classmates would call, "Your mom!" Or something to that effect.A Glimpse of the Western World8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Lawrence had once stood up for orthodox Catholic doctrine at his Catholic high school. He had thought at the time it would be a good idea to defend the truth of the faith against his classmates who had attacked it. These classmates of Lawrence
were David and Garrett, the top two potential top valedictorian candidates at Lawrence's school. 'The revolt of the intellectuals,' Lawrence thought.
Just then, Lawrence spotted Chrysogonous, who preferred to be called Chris, in their usual
Chapter 67 part 6: Ragged Snow I came across an old-looking building. From the outside, the house looked old, but wonderful. It had been built with blue stones and had tan stone decorations. Large, triangular windows had allowed enough light to enter the home and had been added to the house in a mostly asymmetric way. The house was equipped with a small kitchen and two modern bathrooms. It also had a cozy living room, two bedrooms, a small dining room and a spacious basement. The building was fairly rounded in shape. The house was fully surrounded by a patio. The second floor was smaller than the first, which had allowed for a large balcony on one side of the house. This floor had a very different style than the floor below. The roof was high, triangular and layereed and was covered with slate shingles. Two large chimneys sat at either side of the house. Large, skylight windows had let in plenty of light to the rooms below the roof. The house itself was surrounded by a modest garden, coveredChapter 67 part 6: Ragged Snow12 hours ago in Short Stories
An Awkward Misunderstanding - Day 325Its hard to describe the pain Jimmy felt whilst getting slapped.An Awkward Misunderstanding - Day 32514 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
But, as a narrator, it is my duty I suppose. A bit of context would, also be helpful, in retrospect. So, Jimmy had decided it was time to man up, and ask Celine to the Winter Ball at their school. Ah yes, Jimmy had imagined many scenarios in which he and Celine may step to the dance floor, and they may be able to lock hands, and if he's lucky, maybe lips.
Unfortunately, he had not properly imagined a scenario to actually ask her to the dance.
What he did instead though, was walk up to her during lunch. At first he was confident, but a single glance at Celine's beautifully sculpted face simply killed any form of courage he thought he had. He stood there for a while, awkwardly stuttering and creepily breathed heavily.
"Are you okay?" Celine asked warily.
"Kiss?!" Jimmy blurted out, and quickly slammed his hand to his mouth. He hadn't meant to say that. Of course, under the circumstances, he did not have a chance to explain
Chapter OneChapter OneChapter One12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
My fingers stroke the keys as a delicately bittersweet melody fills the air. My tears drop onto my hands and roll off, staining the carpet with small, dark flowers. Vehement yelling grows steadily in volume; I can see them out of the corner of my eye. My hands begin to tremble, and the next thing I know they are pounding on the piano, furiously dancing about as they produce a Beethoven-like melody, the bittersweetnes gone, intense anger and frustration in its place. I finish at a strong, angry, low note, stand up, whirl around, and run to my room, slamming the door behind me with a loud bang.
They don't notice.
Of course they don't notice.
They never do.
They never will.
To them, I am nothing - nothing but the weak bond that holds them together, preventing them from divorce.
Marianna is dead.
I have no one.
Is this my fate? To feel the pressure and burden of being the only reason why my parents aren't divorcing? To grieve everyday for my beloved sister who was the
Artemis' first video p5Artemis was sure he was going to die. For the last four minutes, the blond ten-year-old youth had shrieked, screamed and screeched his way through different tickle tools. He knew feathers could tickle effectively, but the boy had really had no idea about electric toothbrushes, pipe cleaners or paintbrushes. He DID know however that when he washed himself at night, that a scrub brush really tickled his soft feet. And when Tyrone used it to apply some tickle cream, poor Artemis had screamed his voice hoarse!Artemis' first video p511 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The young lad was a mess right now. Tears had dried up on his hot, red cheeks, and sweat rolled down from under his long hair and down over his brows. It even cascaded down from his armpits in little droplets. That caught Artemis off guard for even the little droplets rolling down over his skin tickled greatly! The boy screamed in terror as he was tickled all over his little feet, which were now becoming a darker shade of red: they had jut been tickled so much!
“Now for my last
Life Without Power: Day 1The power is out.Life Without Power: Day 114 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I close my eyes. I open them. It’s all black, open or closed. I could be sleeping, but I wouldn’t know it because my living room looks just like the backs of my eyelids: black. At first it’s a flat black, hard and smooth like obsidian, but then reds and blues and purples erupt and the black crumbles apart. All of the sudden, the black turns to white and the thunder cracks its ear splitting whip. Rain splatters sloppily on the roof while I sit in stunned silence.
My iPhone presses itself against my thigh, reminding me of its presence. I whip it out, swipe up, and tap the flashlight icon. The room is instantly awash in a pale light. Crooked silhouettes remind me of murderers and demons; my heart picks up the pace.
It’s just a shadow. It’s late. I should go to bed.
I rope in my wild imagination and stand up. Two hours ago I started watching the new season of Homeland; now me and my stiff legs are paying the price. I walk upstairs a
MLPFIM APH: La Triste NocheMLPFIM APH: La Triste Noche11 hours ago in Short Stories
*Es una calamada madrugada en Sweet Apple acres, todos duermen, todo esta silencioso en la casa de la familia apple, applejack pony despierta para ir por un vaso de agua despues de ir por ese encuentra a su contraparte humana despierta cerca de la ventana como si estuviese esperando algo, silenciosamente su contraparte pony se le acerca*
Applejack (P) : Oye....¿Que Haces aqui?
Applejack (H) (Bosteza) : Hola jakie, estaba esperando algo.
Applejack (P) : ¿A las Seis y cuarto de la mañana?
Applejack (H) (Casi Adormilada) : si, me desperte a esta hora para poder ver la apuesta del sol.
Applejack (P) (Curiosa) : Pues, yo me levante a tomar agua.
Applejack (H) : Ohh.......
(Se oye silencio absoluto en la casa durante unos segundos)
Applejack (P) : Creo que mejor me voy a dormir....
Applejack (H) : ¡Hey! (applejack pony se detiene y voltea atras) ¿Puedo preguntarte algo?
Applejack (P) : Por supuesto
Applejack (H) (Dudosa) : ¿Podrias quedarte conmigo a ver el aman
At LastAt LastAt Last9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I twist the silver band that wraps around my fourth finger several times, as I stare off the edge of the cliff. It’s beautiful here, actually, with a company of trees surrounding the precipice, and color everywhere. Far off in the distance, mountains rise and fall, surprisingly clear in the deep blue sky. For the first time since it happened, I feel alive again. And then I remember all of the things that I’ve tried so hard to forget, to push away into the darkest corner of my world. Most of all, I remember him.
I remember when we were so young, and still so happy. We were best friends, and that was completely fine with us. We had grown up together, and what we had was sacred, in itself. But it didn’t last, like we had thought it would. Eventually, our friendship came to an end.
The day that we parted, I hated you. And you me. We swore never to seek out each other again, to try
The Inevitable Fate of Vern Stuart Fitzherald You’d never know how much fun watching your IV drip can be when faced with the thought that you will die. I mean who’s to say that your last days on this earth are those of joy? For most, they don’t even know that their end is in sight. It is the fear within all of us that our time will come to an end, and so our mark will be placed by what we have accomplished. I’ve learned, while laying here on my death bed (literally), is that the only person who cares about your fate is you. You are the sole being that truly cares about the significance of the life you led; it is up to you to determine whether what you chose to do in your time here on earth is of value.The Inevitable Fate of Vern Stuart Fitzherald15 hours ago in Short Stories
Death has been on the minds of many I know. Alas, it is not the inevitability of my illness that has been the focus of my fellow commoners; it has been the surmise of the population as a whole. As much as I wish the 7 billion people on this planet feared my end, they are too busy preparing for the
Star Kids Next Gen Chapter 3Chapter 3: TragedyStar Kids Next Gen Chapter 39 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
We were bringing my invention to my spot for the showcase. “There’s a lot of cool stuff here,” said Anela, “How are you feeling?” “I’m a gamer,” I said, “I’m not gonna be scared by all this.” “I think you’re nervous,” said Colleen grinning. “No I’m not,” I said. “Chill Nick, your invention is revolutionary,” said Maddi. “Really?” I asked. “Take my advice,” said Colleen, “Improvise.” “Ok,” I said. My mom gave me a thumbs up knowing I could do it. “How did you sneak away from your dad?” asked Ejai. “I told him mom was taking me out shopping,” I said, “He has his hands busy anyway so he’s not gonna know.” “Nick?” said a familiar voice. It was my cousin Micah. She ran over and gave me a hug.
“How has it been?” she asked. “Pretty good,”
It's my Magic ch 2It's my Magic ch 210 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Little did the mixels know that a nixel satellite had been watching the whole thing and was broadcasting it back to Nixel Land. King Nixel was watching the entire thing. “Hmm. If that wand was in my hands I could control all of Mixel Land.” He watched as Flain crumpled to the ground and Wizwuz run off. “Now how will I get that wand?” King Nixel paced about until he heard Major come in. “Ah Major just the nixel I wanted to see”. Major stepped forward nervously, “Sir I have a plan to defeat the Mixels for sure!” King Nixel looked away, “Save your plan Major because we have a Mixel to track down”.
“Will he be ok?” Vulk sobbed out. The Infernites were all in the hallway of the hospital and Vulk was talking to the doctor. “He’ll be fine Vulk don’t you worry. We’ve removed some of the magic thanks to a Wiztastic nurse. But he
Something To Be Thankful For. (Fallout rp) Okay let me start off by saying that I know I am really behind on roleplays, but also that after I do the dishes, I will be soending most of today repkying to them from my older prompts. That and I figured I wouldn't get too many bites with this one, given that not everyone likes or knows about fallout. Though even those that wish to try that don't know are welcome to.Something To Be Thankful For. (Fallout rp) 14 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
So to this prompt itself...
You are a lone wastelander, traveler or even raider that just found a unique intact book that mentioned in the old world, before the war there was a special holiday everyone celibrated in these parts. They called it...
You saw that it involved a big feast and special moments among family and friends, like being thankful for life. Few people in the wasteland had a whole lot to be thankful for besides their lives, but perhaps this was something that you could think about. What were you thankful for?
You also mantaged to find quite a bit of peserve
Worth itCaution: The following ministory has stuffing and inflation in it. If that's not for you, then please don't waste your time reading it.Worth it8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Jenny scowled and folded her porcine arms as best as she could. She and Scotty had won a tour of the local candy factory that was straight out of Willy Wonka. And every six months the candy factory allowed a group of 12 to tour it. The two sows had been looking forward to this day, and the promise of gorging themselves, for weeks. And now it was over… for them anyway.
The candy forest had been a sight to behold, and god damn, had it been tasty too. Instead of moving on with the tour group like she had been supposed to, Jenny had hidden in the forest so she could continue her candy feast. And continue she did, until her belly had bulged so obscenely that she could barely move. It was probably fortunate for the greedy pig that she hadn’t been able to eat the actual trees, otherwise she would have made a clearing with how h
semantische PraesuppositionMit verkniffener Miene stand Arnold am Fenster und starrte durch die weissen Tagvorhänge hindurch auf die Strasse. Er war so in Gedanken versunken, dass die Stimme seiner Frau, die gerade die Treppe hinunter gerauscht kam, nur langsam in sein Bewusstsein vorrückte.semantische Praesupposition15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
„Schatz! Schatz, er hat aufgehört“, verkündete sie strahlend, womit sie ihm nur ein verwirrtes „Hm?“ entlockte.
„Peter hat aufgehört zu rauchen!“
„Gott sei Dank!“ Erleichterung durchströmte ihn bei ihren Worten und er legte die Arme um sie. „Nicht auszudenken, wenn die Nachbarn etwas mitbekommen hätten.“
Nun galt es nur noch, ein sicheres Versteck für Peters verkohlte Leiche zu finden.
Death Battle: Unleash the Power of the Sun!Death Battle: Unleash the Power of the Sun!12 hours ago in Short Stories
Hydro Frez: This episode of Death Battle is brought to you by Sunny-D! Let the sunshine in!
Abe: Wait, when did we start advertising in our works?
Tempest: It's time for, a DEATH BATTLE!
Mid-Day, Outworld Marketplace
The marketplace of Outworld was busy, as per usual. Contrary to how one might view this realm, the citizens here were for the most part ordinary people going about their ordinary lives, bartering with the stall vendors and shopping for dinner.
In the sea of dreary brown and muted colours though, one particular individual stood out.
Wearing a form fitting purple shirt with even more form fitting pants, the muscular individual moved through a throng of people, almost as if he was lost.
Which was entirely the case, given that Jonathan Joestar belonged in Victorian England, not some distant realm in the future.
Scratching his head, Jonathan decided to follow the crowd, his attempts at trying to ask for directions only resulting i
DEATH BATTLE: Booker DeWitt vs. Emiya KiritsuguDEATH BATTLE: Booker DeWitt vs. Emiya Kiritsugu8 hours ago in Short Stories
Lyn: That's it! We've analyzed the combatants strengths, weaknesses, and tactics! Let's get this fight underway!
Xander: Time for the fighters to duke it out in DEATH BATTLE!
A speedboat crested the waves as a storm raged around it. A lighthouse was visible in the distance. A ragged-looking man drove the speedboat. He was a man on a mission, a man tasked to find a certain someone and bring her back to certain people. Failing that, though...
Emiya Kiritsugu put the thought out of his mind for the moment. One step at a time. First he had to get to the lighthouse. In his pocket he held the card that he was told would get him to where he needed to be. He had to get to the light house, get to the top, and then find his target.
Kiritsugu pulled the boat up beside the light house's dock. He checked his weapons, making sure they were all there. Grenades, combat knife, Calico, Contende
TG War: Pandora's Box Part 2"Oh yeah, I forgot your glider has only one seat..." Reena realized, staring at the small aircraft in front of her. "By the way, what's the duct tape for?" She pointed at the roll of tape Mason was holding in his hand.TG War: Pandora's Box Part 210 hours ago in Short Stories
"I was going to duct tape you to the top of the hover-glider." Mason indicated at the roof of the aircraft with his index finger.
"Uuuuh, I think I'll just imagine my own aircraft and follow you on that."
Mason shrugged. "Suit yourself." And in an instant he was in the cockpit of his glider turning on the engines and opening the hangar door before the glider jumped off the ground and flew out.
Reena sighed and imagined a pink rocket. Hopping onto the imagined transport she flew off in Mason's direction.
Some time later...
Eisuke whistled to himself, enjoying the victory of another successful zap. Ceasefire, shmeasefire, nobody was going to stop him from having fun. Wait, what was that sound?
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE'S JOHNNY!" Eisuke looked up to see Mason f
G-Forces of War OC: Miki OkamuraName: Miki OkamuraG-Forces of War OC: Miki Okamura12 hours ago in Short Stories
Age: (24 before the events of GFoW:S) 48
Date of birth: April 16th 1969
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Place of birth: Burū kaigan, Sensoa
Miki was born in a small village near Sensoa's coast. During her childhood she worked as a seamstress for her fathers clothing shop, in 1987 when she turned 18 she joined the Sensoan Air Force as an aircraft mechanic much to her parents disapproval. Her prowess for repairing even the most complex aircraft in the Sensoan fleet allowed her to become a crew chief at a very young age, possibly one of the youngest in the Sensoan Air Force. In 1991 she received an honorable discharge from the Air Force and was sent back into the civilian world. Miki was seen as a perfectionist by her fellow mechanics, so well skilled that she was able to keep even the most decrepit aircraft flying despite having limited tools and spare parts to work with. Miki had a hard time findin
Over the Hedge Nanook was snoozing quietly on the front porch of the house, having claimed the sunny spot for himself upon arriving an hour earlier. Kelle sat beside him gently scratching the top of his head between his ears. She was impressed by the Tokota’s age but otherwise still unaware of his prowess; the effect he had on some of the others was very apparent however making the rookie handler very curious about him. Saffael seemed to be staring at the elder male with a sort of reverence, but he and his five companions were all careful to avoid looking him in the eye whenever they were opened; Saren had an easier time avoid the starter’s gaze, simply having to keep from tossing his mane from his eyes. The woman had noticed the old Tokota was blind and so thought that was strange, but did not have time to ask before Hal appeared. He was walking with long strides from the barn with a woven basket under each arm and a broad smilOver the Hedge8 hours ago in Short Stories
Run outThursday evening I came home from another stressful day of work. My life has become so scheduled that even the stress has become mundane.Run out8 hours ago in Short Stories
A little restless and unsure of what to do with my few spare hours of the day, I strap on some shoes and start walking. I pop into the corner store and grab a pack of cigarettes. I fumble with my change and snatch the cigarettes from the counter. Thanks i mumble without real regard for the clerk. "Thanks" has lost its meaning lately.
Its a cold fall night but it still feels good to be outside, knowing the cold weather northern Canada will bring soon.
I light up a cigarette and take the first deep breath I have taken all day. My stress is still there but I feel more comfortable in it. Why do I hate people I wonder? What is it that makes me hate people? I want to love people, I am holding back something though.
A couple of cigarettes later I find myself at the waterfront. I find an isolated spot and perch at the end of a wooden dock. Thinking in a casu
Prose That Blows - Thanksgiving stuff-prise“It’s Thanksgiving Day!” Hannah excitedly yelled on this Thanksgiving morning, she then thought about all the food ready to be eaten. Then her roommate McKayla burst her bubble saying “Thanksgiving is historically, been a celebration of the blessings of the (agricultural) year, including harvesting”. But Hannah made a comeback by saying to her “the time of year when we eat everything we grow”, McKayla responded “well it’s your opinion”.Prose That Blows - Thanksgiving stuff-prise15 hours ago in Short Stories
Hannah was 5’5”, had black hair and blue eyes, was a bit chubby and wore glasses for show. Mckayla on the other hand was an inch shorter, has auburn hair and green eyes, and more lithe than Hannah. The two then got started by eating their breakfast consisting of Breakfast burritos with Turkey bacon in it, and Orange juice. Then they went outside to their local church and then they gave a few dollars of charity, then Hannah and McKayla returned home just in time to catch the
This isn't canonI could see the hate in your eyes, the cold wrath that left a dreadful vibe around you. I never had imagined that for my daughter.This isn't canon14 hours ago in Short Stories
Oh, sweet daughter, sweet daughter.. where had you gone? I strained my purple orbs to see if there was any mercy or goodness left in your dark gray. A pale face with a dark outlook - Astrasi was what I named you, sweet daughter. I named you after the stars. You were my youngest daughter, the last one I planned on having. I thought you were going to be a beautiful person...
And.. sweet daughter.. you were that for a while. But you also could get very angry.. and you attacked your sister.. and I had to disown you for the sake of protecting the family.
Ah, I miss the lovely person you used to be. Polite, thoughtful, smart and encouraging. But after that small incident, I don't even know what happened to you, sweet daughter. Where had you gone?
Now you were looming over me, scowling, pale, and terrible. Your lips were drawn