Profile in Change - Kiara TanakaProfile in Change - Kiara Tanaka 3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Kiara had a voice in her head that wanted her to destroy everything. Or at the very least cause some serious pandemonium with substantial amount of property damage. Some people getting hurt from all that was only to be expected.
That voice was just terrible really.
But Kiara had to deal with it. And sadly enough of some times she found herself listening to the voice too. Not always giving in to temptation, but even listening was a pretty dangerous thing too since it was really good at coaxing her.
This was because the voice was an echo of a demon lord, Black Fox.
Death Battle: Mewtwo vs. Shadow Pt. 2Death Battle: Mewtwo vs. Shadow Pt. 22 days ago in Short Stories
Ray: We apologize for the wait. And now, The Battle to determine the Ultimate Life Form can continue.
Steel: (scarfs down popcorn) Bring it on! Part Two, here we come!
Super Shadow hovered in the air, savoring the sight of the crumbled skyscraper that had likely taken Mewtwo down with it. "Strongest Pokemon in the World"? What a joke. The creature had paid for its arrogance with its life.
With his status intact, Shadow had just thought of turning to fly away when his ears picked up a faint, but audible crackle of energy. He watched as crimson arcs of electricity began to shoot forth from crumbled building, growing brighter, more vibrant, and louder as more and more time went on. Finally, the energy stopped and, for a brief moment, Shadow almost believed that nothing happened.
Then the energy exploded outward when a colossal pillar of violet energy erupted from the ground beneath the heavy debris like a volcano.
Good Morning - Mikaela Hyakuya x ReaderGood Morning - Mikaela Hyakuya x Reader3 days ago in Short Stories
When morning rolled on around blue eyes slowly opened, yawning awake the blonde smiled when he saw his girl sleeping beside him, her (H/C) was a bit messy from her slumber and her (E/C) eyes were closed as she was in deep sleep.
As he propped himself on his elbow and smiled down at the girl, his fingers ran through her long hair and also moved some of it away from her face, he liked waking up in the morning just to see her at his side. Chuckling he knew that she'd have to wake up soon at some point.
So with the usual way he always had done he leaned down towards her and kissed her face with light pecks, on her cheek, nose, forehead, chin, eye lids and then finally her lips.
"Time to wake up (Y/N) dear." He whispered in her ear.
Pulling away he noticed her shift slightly as her eyes slowly open, smiling at him she slowly reached out cupping his cheek in her hand.
"Good morning Mika." She whispered still a bit tired.
"Good morning love." He replied.
Everyday that was how Mika woke you up
Prelude: Permian ExtinctionPrelude: Permian Extinction1 day ago in Short Stories
Tempest: Reptiles or Amphibians? Which is superior?
Hydro Frez: Reptiles, obviously. C'mon, you're comparing lizards and crocs to frogs and newts.
Tempest: Well, regardless, mutation has caused these two former humans to resemble their animal names. Now who will stand superior?
Hydro Frez: Killer Croc, the beast of the Gotham City sewers!
Tempest: And Toad, the slimy member of the Brotherhood of Mutants! Now in case you're wondering why there's no commentary for this particular battle, it's because SOMEBODY threw it out with last night's dinner.
Hydro Frez: Yeah... sorry about that. Well, Toad is still ungodly sexy husbando number 1 anyways, so whatever.
Tempest: Rest assured, this will be a one time thing.
I'm Tempest and he's Hydro Frez and it's our job to analyze their weapons, armour and skills to find out who would win, a Death Battle!
TickleSlideNarain had been waiting for this for the last ten minutes. The nine-year-old originally from southern India was spending the day at a waterpark with his family, and a brand new ride had opened up called the tickle slide. The brown skinned, black haired boy with brown eyes had been excited about this ride ever since he’d heard about it, and now he had a chance to finally go in it, now the crowds were parting mainly for lunch.TickleSlide1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The boy was strapped in. “You will be tickled,” the operator said, as the slender lad was strapped stomach down onto a feathery surface. He was only wearing swim shorts, and since he’d just had lunch recently, they’d dried out, so it made sense to go here now. The boy giggled excitedly. His arms were attached to little cuffs, which were suspended on rails. His legs were bent at the knees and the soles of his tender bare feet faced up. They were locked into position, too.
The ride started. Large jets propelled the boy off down the slide
The Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 01THE NIGHT MY SISTER HAD BAD GASThe Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 012 days ago in Short Stories
Samantha Fernley’s brother back here once again for another riveting tale about my sister and her ever-increasing farting. You see, my sister has grown up a bit since I last talked about her, through some sort of competition in which she was taking part in she’s grown nearly nine inches since that gassy outburst last Easter. That’s right, NINE INCHES, back on Easter she stood at a height of 5’8, an inch shorter than me, now she’s 6’6 in height, so tall that the top of my head reaches her nose which give me a rather awkward view of her breasts from my eye level. If anyone would have told me a few years ago that my sister, still a complete geek in most senses of the word, would be much taller than her athletic brother I think they would have been viewed as crazy, but her weekend adventure at that farting competition, that’s what she called it, changed all of that. She was tall and still pretty skinn
Mega Man VS Spider-Man: OMM Remastered!!!Mega Man VS Spider-Man: OMM Remastered!!!3 days ago in Short Stories
THEY'VE FOUGHT BEFORE... AND THEY ARE AT IT AGAIN!
SIXTY MORE SECONDS OF FIGHTING!!!
SIXTY MORE SECONDS OF NO RESEARCH!
SIXTY. MORE. SECONDS. OF......
ROOFTOP, LATE AFTERNOON....
It was a typical rush-hour, at the time where most people would be leaving their jobs. Cars sped by on crowded roads, many people biked or walked their way home, while others had arrived for the night shifts. It was only four o'clock, it seemed like a normal day... But nobody would realize that a major rematch was about to occur.
There was one skyscraper, in particular, where a camera panned up the whole thing, increasing in rising speed, but it eventually slowed to a crawl when it reached the top. Aaaand... Nobody was there. In any other case, this would be deemed as Anti-Cl
Ruby Rose VS Finn - PreludeRuby Rose VS Finn - Prelude2 days ago in Short Stories
Mage: The hero--
Yang: Mage, if Ruby dies I will snap your neck, let you slowly bleed out, and then punch you until you explode.
Geno: YANG, THERE'S A CHILD HERE.
(Geno is covering Dipper's ears)
Knight: The hero. One who fights evil, serves the world with justice, and stuff like that!
Mage: But some heroes are teenagers, yet still have the potential to do great things.
Yang: Like Ruby Rose, leader of team RWBY!
Dipper: And Finn, the last human on Ooo.
Mage: We're Tendo's Death Battle researchers, and it's our job to analyze fighters to see who would win in a Death Battle.
Occupation: Leader of team RWBY, student at Beacon Academy
-Leader of a team at Beacon Academy
--Also a member at Beacon Academy
-Defeated several Grimm, alongside her team
-Won with her team against Team ABRN
-Won a battle against the White Fang, a
Call MeYou said you wanted to talk. Call me.Call Me17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The blond man, whose name I can’t remember for the life of me, rolled over in his sleep. I peered up from my phone’s screen to catch a glimpse of his delectable ass, the bed sheets half placed on his sleeping body. The phone vibrated in my hands, indicating I had received another text message.
Kat, please. You haven’t come home all night and it’s 8:30am. I don’t want us to argue anymore – we can solve this. I love you.
My heart shattered deep within at the last sentence – not because he still loved me despite the huge row we had last night, but I went behind his back and slept with another man. If I revealed the truth to him he’d want a divorce straight away.
He mustn’t know.
I crashed over a friend’s house, Greg. I’ll call you later on.
Death Battle: Lancer vs. Grimmjow, Part Two ________Death Battle: Lancer vs. Grimmjow, Part Two 10 hours ago in Short Stories
Upon saying those two words, Grimmjow was suddenly covered by a bright barrier of reiatsu, whose presence alone created powerful shockwaves across the city. Wild, untamed winds blasted everywhere, sending rocks, sticks, and debris scattering everywhere at the speed of bullets, while the shockwaves produced caused windows to crack into a flurry of shards and nearby cars shook so violently that their alarms began to sound.
Lancer himself covered his eyes from the winds blasting into them, whilst struggling to maintain his ground against the gales. Not even his acute eyesight was capable of seeing through the energy covering the Arrancar, much less the dust that was scattered around by the winds, so Lancer was left in the dark as to what he was doing. Whether it was some kind of new power or not, he had a sinking feeling that it was not going to go pleasantly for him after this...
Suddenly, the winds began to slowly die down, clearing up the d
Sides (Scott LangXStark!Reader)Sides (Scott LangXStark!Reader)11 hours ago in Short Stories
A frown crossed your lips as you registered the news your older brother had just told you. He moved his hand from your shoulder to your cheek.
"I dont want to put you in this position (Y/n) but I need you with me. That man has killed so many people and he was involved in our parents deaths" Tony said slowly as he stared into your (e/c) eyes.
"Tony...It wasn't really Bucky's fault. He was manipulated by Hydra" You replied.
"I know. But manipulated or not he needs to pay for what he's done" Tony nodded.
"I dont know if I can fight against them Tony. I mean you said it yourself Scott is with them. Not to mention Clint, Wanda and Sam" You said unsurely.
"They've made their choice by siding with him (Y/n). I need you with me" He replied. You sighed at the pleading look in his eyes before you nodded.
"I'm with you Tony" You replied earning a half smile from him.
"I knew you'd make the right choice" He nodded before he dropped his hand from your face. When he left you went to your room
Spider BytesThey waited at the mouth of the service corridor, the mezzanine railing just a few meters away. Above them somewhere, the heavy thumping of the security spider marked its progress in its pursuit of them. Across an open space broken at intervals by tree trunks and greenery, the armored glass of the laboratory stretched floor to ceiling, and out of sight in either direction.Spider Bytes17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"That going to present a problem?" A rhetorical question. Mett knew Gaez wouldn't have signed on for this if it wasn't going to present a challenge.
"Working on it" the disinterested reply. Gaez was more interested in their stalker.
They broke cover and sprinted left, hugging the wall. Cameras hung limp and blind at frequent intervals from the ceiling, one of the many indicators that Gaez had taken ownership of the facility's less deadly security systems.
A whine from above, rising in pitch, was abruptly punctuated by a volley of sabot rounds fired across the garden atrium into the laboratory windows. Large pieces of
I Came to Say Goodbye Trigger warning: Contains a abstract, yet graphic, depiction of suicide. Please be cautious!I Came to Say Goodbye1 day ago in Short Stories
I should have known something was wrong the moment I stepped outside; the wind slammed into me, pushing me backwards, even with my textbook-laden bookbag and years of flesh on my bones. This wind seemed quite out of the ordinary for the middle of the country—at least in the summer, when our time was usually spent either in or dreaming of air conditioning.
But no, I didn’t listen to my intuition. Instead I stepped out, took a second to process the violent blast, and braced myself for the long walk ahead. Nothing but Mother Nature stirring up trouble, right? It would be pointless to complain.
I also should have known something was wrong the second I stepped inside; the air smelled of electricity, the lights overhead were stale, and the hair on my arms raised when it brushed against the railing
The Gift That Keeps on Giving(?/F, chloroform)The Gift That Keeps on Giving2 days ago in Short Stories
Sapphira examined the item skeptically, turning it over again and again in her hands. Who the hell would give this to me? And what the hell for?
The box in which the item was sent had no return address and the enclosed card was equally cryptic. Put me on. She seemed to recall a similar box and card being delivered to Kim Basinger in the first Batman movie, and the gift in that instance had kept her from being gassed to sleep -- or worse. That was a weirdly specific memory, she realized, but she knew precisely why that particular scene had lodged so firmly in her psyche. She found herself peering up at the air conditioning vents in her apartment, her bespectacled eyes darting from one to the another with undisguised suspicion as she listened for the telltale hiss of something foreign being pumped into the room. When nothing happened, she let go of the breath she didn't know she'd been holding and forced herself t
Eight and Two Make TenTangledstar groaned as he stood up. The cold floor of MoonClan's cave didn't help him sleep very much, and the humidity made it even worse, casting a soggy layer over the cats. He looked around, realizing how down trodden everyone seemed. They were too tired to be fighting with each other, but there was still a level of tension that seemed to rise each passing day. Of course, it had only been a day. The storm kept up, showing no signs of stopping. The whirling winds howled into the cave, creating an ambient noise which dulled all their hearing. Yet, somehow there seemed to be a sense of ease. A white and black pelt suddenly came into vision as the tom turned his head. Iciclepaw. He was surprised the she-cat was up an moving already. She had been devastated just the other day, Eaglecry being the only one she could really tolerate. Yet, she padded over, a small smile on her face.Eight and Two Make Ten2 days ago in Short Stories
"I brought you this moss. You kept turning last night, I thought this might help. It's not much but...
can't go back to sleepJolted awake.can't go back to sleep19 hours ago in Short Stories
The Sandman smiles. "Ssssshhhhhhhh."
Queen of AmethystI am the Queen of Amethyst. A lover for knowledge and a seeker for wisdom. I dwell above the skies where the sun meets the moon as they kiss each other goodnight. I belong into fairytales where I was made from these chapters. My crown were made of purple crystals and broken roots from trees that were left behind. I am the Queen of Ameythst. Bones made of broken constellations and flesh made of rose petals. I carry an ancient heart created by Ancient hands. I wear a dress filled with midnight skies and carry a soul filled with the universe, a soul made for infinity between heaven and earth. I am the Queen of Amethyst, a hunter who hunts the shadows of darkness and locks them up in Pandora's box as I burn it up in ashes. I silence the monsters under children's beds with the help from God, I let the children sleep in peace with angels's protection. I don't live in fancy castles nor live in gold of riches. I live in woods and forests behind that silver gate where it is hiddQueen of Amethyst2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A Day In The Life Of A Fat Soccer MomTrish Cunningham was slumbering peacefully in her bed. Dreaming happily next to her husband Paul, Trish was awoken by the screams of her two year old daughter Aurora waking up. While some moms at this time worked out or went to the gym, she was not one of those mothers, weighing in at substantial 280 pounds. Trish rubbed her eyes and looked at the time. It was 8:00 am on a beautiful Sunday morning. Most mothers used Sunday as a day to relax, unwind, prepare for the long week of work ahead. But for Trish, Sunday was the most stress inducing day of the year. Not because football was on, she despised the NFL. It was because Sunday was soccer day.A Day In The Life Of A Fat Soccer Mom18 hours ago in Short Stories
Trish was the fat, spoiled wife of Paul and overweight mother of three beautiful girls. They lived a big three story house in the suburbs. 12 year old daughter Megan, was the best player on her travel soccer team, the Tornadoes. She had brunette hair and was thin, unlike her mother she kept a very healthy diet. 8 year old daughter Kendall, was in
Part I: His Kingdom ComesPart I: His Kingdom Comes1 day ago in Short Stories
*KLONG! KLONG! KLONG! KLONG!*
The harsh chimes of the village’s alarm bell broke over the island, and an instant later, everyone in town exploded into motion. Dr. Yamane glanced up from the footprints to see dozens of people racing tither and yon, snatching up pitchforks, shovels, fishing spears, and at least one rusted, greasy rifle that looked like its glory days had ended around the turn of the century. He glanced about for Emiko, fearful for her in this mad stampede. She was a few feet away, saying something very quickly to Ogata. The doctor stepped towards her, but in an instant, the crowd closed, bunched, parted, and both of them were gone.
*KLONG! KLONG! KLONG! KLONG!*
“He’s on the other side of the hill!”
Less than a minute later, the winding path to the island’s summit was darkened with dozens of pounding feet. Yelling, growling, waving pronged and bladed fishing and farming implements in the air, the massive beast that was once a peac
Creepypasta: Red ChildCreepypasta: Red Child3 days ago in Short Stories
Mom...I can't understand why you kept me hidden from everyone, even from daddy. I've just wanted to get out and play with other kids and when I asked you why, you watched me with surprise and you made up every lie not to let me out.
Why did you do this?
Why every time that someone came to our home, you made me hide in the basement and you told me to keep silence until your return? Every time that someone knocked the door you were afraid and you told "Oh no! Everybody knows about you!"
When I was in the basement I climbed upstairs and tried to listen to what you were talking about with the stranger.
"It was born another child with red eyes, another Satan's beast!" He told you this.
My eyes are red...Am I a Satan's beast? Is that the reason that I've never left our home?
Now I've got another question: Is it because of my eyes if daddy, once discovered, started to scream? Is this the reason that as soon as all people in the city come to know bout it, you locked me back i
Selene visits Azure BayRebecca was in a spot of trouble, dodging bullets from a female sniper perched on a roof down the street, her own rifle could easily match her oponent, but her skill was far below her opponent's, Rebecca was in trouble and unless... wait, did a blue girly creature really just, appear in her lap? it seemed alseep, should she wake it up? another bullet took away half a brick from the wall she hid behind and Rebecca looked up for a second, and noticed a soft flash of light, the creature was gone, what.that.heck?Selene visits Azure Bay2 days ago in Short Stories
Rebecca sighs, gets up and walks to the camera, tapping it with her finger "Hey AT! i can handle kidnappers, robbers and muggers, crazy artists and some godly female sniper, but can you please keep the supernatural out of Azure Bay?!"
The Feetwalker - HBLThis story is set towards the end of Toeing The Line. Be sure to read that story first.The Feetwalker - HBL3 days ago in Short Stories
Eve was currently staying in a spare room at the Mato Mansion as a live-in maid to make up for surrendering to her desires and enslaving the female residents of the house. Being surrounded by so many beautiful girls, all of whom she had seen barefoot, was surprisingly stressful as she was trying to suppress her feelings so she could make up for what she had done. The guilt still weighed heavily on her while she was awake.
Even so, she slept peacefully in her bed, dreaming blissfully of attending a concert of her new friend Fawn, better known as the popstar Siren. Fawn held out a hand to Eve, who took it and found herself pulled up onstage, where she finally noticed that Fawn was barefoot with a lovely dark purple colour on her nails. Eve dropped to her knees to be closer to Fawn's feet, only for thick le
Change Moon The knock at the door rang out like a burst of thunder, though it was made with the barest tap of knuckles. In the silence, every noise was magnified, like sunlight burning ants through a lens.Change Moon1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“What? Who is…No, no, get away, you know you can’t be here now!” The little girl’s voice was high pitched, vocal chords pulled taut by fear and panic.
“And yet, I’m needed. I thought maybe I could help you,” Sister Galton said.
“You know you can’t! Nothing can stop this!”
“I didn’t say ‘stop’—I said ‘help’. At the very least, I thought that a little girl shouldn’t go through what you are alone.”
There was a pause, a long one, and then the doorknob squealed, the first of many screams to pierce this night if previous experience was any in