On ForgivenessIn the cool shade of a persimmon tree, a prophet sat cross-legged and silent, deep in thought. His breaths in were long. His breaths out were long. The moments between each breath in and out were longer still.On Forgiveness4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The prophet had been meditating like this for many hours. Then a young man with a deep sorrow in his heart approached and unburdened himself to him. There followed a lengthy silence so profound that even the leaves of the persimmon tree seemed to cease their rustling. At last the prophet said:
Over the course of your life, have you changed? If you have, then forgive. For if you, yourself, are capable of change, then so is the other person. You both came from the same earth, and will both return to it. Not to forgive someone is to believe that he cannot change; and you, yourself, cannot change, but must always be as unhappy as you are, if you do not forgive.
The young man bowed and departed. The prophet returned to his breathing.
The first time - Aomine Daiki x ReaderThe first time you noticed him was the day before school started. You had just transferred from [Country] and you were new to Tokyo. You happened to enroll in Tōō Academy as you heard they were famous for being one of the best high schools in the city. As you familiarized yourself with the area, you happened to walk by to see what appeared to be the basketball team practicing. Seeing you were familiar with the sport, you decided to check it out. When you reached the courts, you heard the squeals of girls as they watched with lovesick eyes. Frowning, you weren't sure what the fuss was about and turned your attention to the game. One male stood out from the group of boys and you felt your [eye colour] eyes widen, practically soaking the image of the boy into your brain. He was tall, about a whole foot more than yourself, with a dark shade of blue hair. You assumed his eyes were the same shade, though you couldn't tell from this angle and you hoped he wouldn't direct his attentiThe first time - Aomine Daiki x Reader4 days ago in Short Stories
Muffins Side Story: The Secret IngredientApplebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, were walking through Ponyvill discussing how to earn their cutiemarks.Muffins Side Story: The Secret Ingredient5 days ago in Short Stories
"Well, we could try bakin' all together to earn our cutiemarks." Applebloom was saying, but then remember how well her last attempt in baking turned out.
"Nah, I don't think I want a 'sugar rump' like Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon." Replied Scootaloo, receiving giggles from the other crusaders.
They soon stopped, having heard a not so kind voice.
"Hey, blank flanks!" Shouted Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon having said the last two words with Diamond Tiara.
"Oh, for the love of Celestia..." Scootaloo muttered under her breath. The fillies immediately approached the crusaders.
"What could you possibly want? We don't have time for this!" Exclaimed Sweetie Belle, who waved her hooves out at the two.
Diamond Tiara kept a smug look across her face, while Silver Spoon smiled mockingly. "We just wanted to tell Applebloom that in like, 3 or 4 months, my daddy's having a business me
Gallery The man stood in a large room filled up with memories and emotions. He was wearing a drab assortment of beige and gray, so as to not distract him from the curiosities, and also to reflect how all these things filtered through him. His features were stone cut, and his shadow sharp. Everything about him was direct but oddly hollow. And he studied the gallery with resolute intent.Gallery3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The walls were covered in paintings, scenes from his life. On one wall was a family portrait and a collection of photos from his time as a teen at summer camp. On another wall were pictures of his friends from high school and his prom date. On yet another wall were pictures of fishing trips with his father and bicycle rides with his mother. The last wall was in a poorly lit section of the room, and he ignored it, because it showcased loved ones in hospital beds and a dismal portrayal of his father in a car accident.
Out For A SpellIt had been a long evening, but, finally, it was nearly over. Denise called up the file for her last student on her computer. She glanced at the large clock on the wall; was it really that late? She must be the last teacher in the building. Just as she decided not to wait any longer for the parents, she heard footsteps approaching.Out For A Spell1 week ago in Short Stories
“You’re Miss Denise Miller, the Geography teacher?”
“Yes, that’s me,” Denise admitted.
“Miss Miller, I’m Mrs. Winterlynn Hotter, Al Hotter’s mother. I’m sorry I’m late, but our babysitter canceled and my husband, Perry, had to stay home with Al.”
Denise almost asked why a teenaged boy needed a babysitter, but she continued smiling as she merely murmured a polite response. As she did, her heart sank. Over the years, she’d learned to sense when she was going to have trouble at a parent-teacher conference, and Winterlynn’s stiff posture,
SOS - RootsDark clouds rolled overhead as KyungTae stood outside, waiting for TaeMin to get ready. Rain was coming, he could smell it. The full brunt of winter was creeping up so quickly.SOS - Roots4 days ago in Short Stories
The weather never stopped his plans before and it wasn’t about to now. KyungTae had made sure he planned ahead; he was going to hang out with TaeMin for once with no interruptions. He wasn’t about to give them up for anything.
The wind ghosted over his cheeks and he shuffled his shoulder’s up to rid the feeling of cold hands. Wait. Actual hands? His hands snapped up and grabbed the freezing fingers tightly. When he turned his head, he came face to face with his friend laughing.
“Bro, you gave me a heart attack!” KyungTae released TaeMin’s fingers with a frown, though a smile cracked through. He should have seen it coming honestly.
The small chatter started and slowly, they started moving towards TaeMin’s car; it felt like too long. It’d only been a week? Maybe two.
Demands (Connor MacManusXReader)Demands (Connor MacManusXReader)5 days ago in Short Stories
Making friends in your line of work wasn't easy but somehow you managed to become close friends with one of the regulars. You were a stripper working at an expensive club in Boston hence why making friends at work wasn't easy. The girls in the club weren't that fond of you for reasons you didn't know but you were thankful because you knew all they did was gossip about clients that came in. You heard your friends familiar loud voice before you saw him but you were in no mood to converse having just gotten off the phone with your building's manager, who reported that a fire in one of the apartment's above yours spread throughout the building.
"(Y/n)? Helloooo? Earth to (Y/n)?" You snapped out of it hearing your friend snap his fingers in front of your face.
"Hey Roc" You said sending him a small smile.
"You ok princess?" He asked sitting beside you at the bar.
"Yeah just not in the best mood tonight. Damn apartment block burned down earlier thanks to some dumbass" You replied
TG- Best FriendsJake was walking home. 15, 5'10 feet, strong and ginger hair with blue eyes. He had just been at school, at football club, just training for the next match. He was in his normal clothes, having brought them like he always did at football. Unknown to him, there was a girl hiding, watching him in the bushes. She was Kelly and was from his school. Kelly was lonely and wanted a friend. Jake was perfect. He had all the looks. But there was one slight problem. His gender.TG- Best Friends3 days ago in Short Stories
She didn't want a boyfriend! She got out of the bushes, and ran up to a tree just behind him. She had followed him every Tuesday since he joined the club. She knew now Jake was waiting for his friend. But today was a good day to do it. She creeped up behind him and jabbed him with a needle.
Jake woke up. He was in a girl's room.
Jake jumped. That sounded like Kelly. It was. She walked front of him.
'What are you doing?' Jake asked.
'Getting a friend.' Was the reply.
'How are you getting a friend by this way?' Jake
I Didn't Meet Her Until the Day She Died.I didn't meet her until the day she died. She was a pretty woman, I think. Definitely one I could see myself with, you know, if she had had more time.I Didn't Meet Her Until the Day She Died.6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She came into the coffee shop that day, late in the afternoon. I can't quite remember what she ordered, but it wasn't anything complicated. I like to think that maybe that was indicative of her personality. Uncomplicated. A simple person with simple tastes who took life day by day. Of course that could have been the complete opposite of her. I mean, she did jump off a bridge.
All I remember of her, really is the way her chocolate colored hair flowed down her back and she looked so intently at me with her blue eyes...or were they green? It was all so fleeting, I mean, she was only even in the shop for an hour. She sat in the corner to read the last chapters of the book she had on her. I could tell because the left side was full of pages and the right side was almost done with. Yeah, she sat there for a bit, I think. I didn't even notice w
PMD-U Eurasia: Cactus Field Part 1General Task 2: Prickly PatrolPMD-U Eurasia: Cactus Field Part 13 days ago in Short Stories
I couldn’t help but yawn loudly with my drowsiness slowly overwhelming me. It’s almost midnight, and I volunteered to do the patrolling around the camp along with several other teams. We divided into different squads around the perimeter and I have Daisuke and Princeton along with me.
And frankly, Princeton followed almost immediately and yawned.
“You two are tired already?” asked the eyes-half-closed Pikachu next to us.
“I don’t usually stay up this late,” answered the Nuzleaf, who almost had his eyelids closed.
I yawned again.
“You don’t ever feel tired, are ya, Dai?” I asked.
“Nope,” Daisuke answered casually. “I love nighttime.”
Maybe I’m wrong, somehow I think Daisuke looks a lot more active at night then daytime since we got out here in the desert. I swear, he’s more like a Zubat then a Pikachu the way he fea
The Casket Caper - Part Eleven“Amanda! Amanda wake up!”The Casket Caper - Part Eleven4 days ago in Short Stories
The voice was familiar, but seemed out of place.
“Goddamn it, wake up!!”
Amanda’s eyes opened, but the flashlight blinded her. She squinted. A hand tugged her arm.
“Come on, sit up.”
Amanda couldn’t sit up: she was wedged in position. The plastic restraints bit at her wrists and ankles painfully. She managed only a futile “mmmm-mmmm-mmmm!” in protest.
The light came closer to her face. Fingers fiddled, nails scraped, then, in a single violent movement, the duct tape was peeled off.
Amanda spat the moist handkerchief from her mouth and gasped in precious air. Her face stung. “That really hurt,” she complained, her face screwed up with the pain.
“Yes well it couldn’t be helped,” replied Ciara. “Now keep still while I cut these plastic things.”
Amanda waited, powerless. “Where are we?” she asked, utterly confused.
“In the museum,” rep
Better Late Than Never I walked down the sidewalk with my hands in my jacket pocket and my headphones in my ears. It's a surprise I never get run over while coming home from school, I rarely take my eyes off the ground as I trudge through the town. The only time I look away from the concrete, is when I look to my right as I pass by the High-grove Cemetery.Better Late Than Never5 days ago in Short Stories
I'm unsure of why it is, but cemeteries consistently attracted my attention. I always found their atmosphere and scenery beautiful. Even walking through a place of sadness and death, I found some kind of lifting spirit there. The way that nature takes over the area is beautiful.
Today as I was walking by the Cemetery I stopped. Though I usually stop to gaze around the scenery, this time it was for a different reason. This time I stopped because of a girl. A young girl, maybe only one grade level below me. She was crouched by a gravestone and I could only see her side profile, but she still looked pretty. She had br
Sincere - BTLG Adult! Male! Seychelles x ReaderSincere - BTLG Adult! Male! Seychelles x Reader4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
You woke up floating on a piece of wood. Dark blue waves slapped the darkened timber and made you realize how warm the water was. Numerous questions sprouted in your head. How you got here…where you were…and most importantly, what happened.
Answers were sadly not given to you and you were tempted to think this was all some nightmare. It turned to be reality when you softly brushed your fingers over the wood. It had jagged edges and one slip of your finger made it bleed.
“Ow! That hurt!” Sucking the digit, your [e/c] eyes wandered to the surface of the water. Not two hundred away from you was a shipwreck and other pieces of vessel were scattered. The boat was modern and despite the gentle waves, the ship looked like it went through hell.
“Was I a part of this?”
Though all the clues told you that you were involved in that shipwreck, you knew deep in your heart this was a lie. You had never been on a ship when your last memory was in your living room! A
ColumbidaeHis body reminded me of an action figure I broke once. I dropped it from a ten-story window just to see what would happen—it ended up splayed out and missing a few limbs. That’s what I saw when I almost tripped over a man’s corpse on my walk this morning, just with more blood, and he was only missing a few fingers, not a whole arm.Columbidae5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I knew him, too; sort of. I only knew him as Mr. Pigeon. I’m not even sure anyone knew his real name despite everyone knowing him or knowing of him. Pigeon walked the neighborhood every day, always with his floppy, wide-brimmed straw hat and always pushing a baby carriage.
The thing about Mr. Pigeon is that he was crazy. See, that baby carriage he pushed? It was always empty. New people in the community thought he was a kind, old grandpa walking a kid, but no. For anyone who lived here long enough, eventually you realized it was empty.
He’s called Mr. Pigeon because one day on a dare, a kid asked him why he pushed the baby carri
im kinda proud of this from creative writing classClenching the phone in her hands Ari’s whole body began to tremble. She raised her hand and mercilessly smashed her device on the ground. It shattered with a loud crack and the stray pieces rhythmically scattered around, sounding like wind chimes, when they hit the tiles. Clayton reached out with one hand, but she smacked it away. Cursing under her breath she gave him a harsh “Don’t talk to me.” and she stormed off. Her head hung low as she strode quickly, wanting to get away from everyone as soon as possible. Clayton stood alone, thinking about what that text could have been. He stood there for what seemed like hours. But after only a minute or so, he turned and walked out of the school.im kinda proud of this from creative writing class3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Later that night, the sun was dipping behind the horizon. The ocean of trees engulfed the dull sun, the sunset was not as beautiful as it usually is. Much like how life is at this moment. Clayton found Ari at the top of their apartment. She was on her knees, and looking
the Watchmaker"Tick tock... tick tock... tick tock...", the boring hands of the old clock said.the Watchmaker1 week ago in Short Stories
"Tick... tock", slowly the smug pendulum repeated.
The watchmaker left the tweezers and turned his eyes away from the small gears on the desk, to stare some moment at the ancient, magnificent clock, and its hands said again. "Tick tock."
"Tick... tock", that cruel pendulum underlined.
"Tick tock... tick talk to me", the entranced watchmaker replied.
And curiosly, a deep dark voice from the corner where the clock stood, answered.
"Clocks don't speak to humans, this is the rule and the law, and for human you are, speaking to you we cannot. But, because of the care you put in the cure of us all, I've decided this night to grant you my interest and - most important - some words. Therefore ask your questions, and pay attention to what I say, for it will never happen that you can hear me again. For this is a secret, before I go on, close the windows, lock the door, then come closer when it's done."
Death Battle: Leonardo vs ReptileDeath Battle: Leonardo vs Reptile4 days ago in Short Stories
Hydro Frez: The reptiles have been fed and the pizza man is at the door! I can see the ending!
Tempest: It's time for, a DEATH BATTLE!
Nighttime, Streets of New York
On the rooftops of the quiet city, a lone turtle stood watch over a group of Foot-Bots and Kraang-Droids as they struck a deal. While the sun had long since passed, the moon hovered brilliantly in the sky, washing the city aglow in a gentle light, giving the turtle the vision needed to scout his enemies.
As soon as one of the Kraang-Droid had brought out a tube full of a glowing green slime like substance, Leonardo slowly wrapped his fingers around the handles of his ninjato swords and carefully crawled to the edge of of the roof, making sure to stay out of sight.
"Looks like Donnie was right..." Leo muttered under his breath. After detaching several large deposits of mutagen, the brothers had agreed to split up, making this their first solo mission in a while.
Preparing to l
Traveler (Part 4 - Thief)I woke with a start to the deafening crash of thunder echoing around my room.Traveler (Part 4 - Thief)4 days ago in Short Stories
My eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness surrounding me; the shadowy silhouettes of furniture lingered ominously against the walls, like they would attack me if I chose to go back to sleep, and the moonlight’s gentle glow offered little reassurance.
A sudden thought darted into my mind like a bolt of lightning.
Much to my relief, the key was still being held tightly in my hand. The metal was slightly warm from where I had been gripping it all night, but at least it was safe.
I yawned and laid the key on my pillow, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and stretching. I got up and ambled lazily over to the window, rubbing my eyes and looking up at the mysterious moon above.
Sighing heavily, I closed my eyes and let the moon’s light envelope me, as if its delicate embrace would protect me from all the abnormality in this other-worldly place.
I crossed my arms and clutched
Mask [Loki x Reader]You always got along with the Avengers, that was for sure—always pitching into the entertainment for the good of your company. Although you weren’t much of a conversation starter, but once someone got you talking, it was hard to stop. Topics would shift with you, thanks to your womanly ability to branch out ideas. You guessed they thought it was relief to be able to talk about something else every five to ten minutes, because nobody ever seemed to be upset about it. Everyday you’d remember a joke your dad told you, or a good moment with your mother, or amazing times with your best friends. Everyday you were riddled with line upon line of thought on whatever particular subject you wanted or had an opinion of; friendly banter and debate wasn’t a rare occurrence anymore. Every night, you’d return to your bed, exhausted and with more insight than before.Mask [Loki x Reader]5 days ago in Short Stories
It was a quiet midmorning in the Stark Tower penthouse kitchen, and you sat at the island, enjoying your da
Winter DuskThe windswept snow blew Sonya's long white hair with it, causing it to whip freely in the air but she paid it little mind. Swaddled as she was in her rich clothing there was little the cold could do besides chill her face and as the snow struck her cheek and and chilled it she instead found it refreshing rather than unpleasant. She surveyed the snowy landscape before her, the shifting drifts of the white dunes unreadable to anyone not accustomed to their movements. Her people had been here in the tundra for generations, living as they did with the woolly beasts that inhabited it.Winter Dusk2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
They had remained unchallenged in their homeland now for centuries, but that was starting to change. Out there in the drifts there was a caravan of outsiders who had come to the tundra seeking Sonya and her people. They brought with them not items to trade but holy scipture and prattling nonsense. Some fools from neighboring tribes thought these outsiders were worth listening to, that their words would somehow
Back to School Swarm - Day 239The workers were on the shop floor, restocking shelves, mopping the floor, or just twiddling their thumbs by the register. Things were calm in the morning, they always were, but there was a strong sense of foreboding this day, and nobody could exactly figure out why.Back to School Swarm - Day 2395 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
That is, until opening time.
When the doors opened that day at nine, a wave of despair washed over the workers as they realized what day it was. They all turned to the doors and watched a swarm of rushed parents and hyperactive children crash into the store, lists in hand and letting out roars of frustration. The floor was suddenly filled with an ocean of anxiety as the last minute worries controlled this crowd and made them into a hivemind, hellbent on gathering stationary. It was the day before school opened up again for a new school year. It was the final day of the store's back to school sale.
The workers prayed for mercy.
The day dragged on as family after family barged up to the register and tossed pens, copies and t