Fragments of the ProphecyAnd the Time will comeFragments of the Prophecy3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
when Paths of Light are covered in Darkness
the Streets forlorn and desolate
every Human Heart is filled with Fear
and Hope has long since been forgotten.
And when the Bloodmoon rises
and a Pact is made
then the Forces will be reassigned
and Mankind meets its Fate.
the Master of the longclawed Beasts
the bloodspoiled Queen of Shadows
the Lord of ghostly Faeryfolk
the Dark Angel that fell from the Heavens.
The Phoenix Requiem - Chapter 2The Phoenix Requiem - Chapter 23 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
A few days after, Eydis woke up. Her mind still hazy, in an unknown place.
The bed in which she's laying is covered with star shaped cushions and surrounded by purple sheer curtains with tiny sparks.
After standing up and looking around, she suddenly realize the glass roof above her head. It is the night and the stars are sparkling with all their might, as if they were trying to impress the crescent moon.
But, where was she ?
Eydis is bringed back to reality by loud steps coming near. The sound of tableware crashing and breaking on the floor incite her, not without worry, to open the door. On the other side, in the middle of a corridor …
" Ah, I made a mess again !! " said the woman who apparently fell on the floor. Eydis immediately noticed her uncommon hair color : mainly blue with bangs going purple and her ponytail with a gradient from blue to teal and green. All sprakling as if it were made with star or crystal powder.
"Hum ? I'm glad you finally woke up, I wa
[Loki/Reader] I Need to Know You Won't Regret It."My entire life has been a lie."[Loki/Reader] I Need to Know You Won't Regret It.3 weeks ago in Short Stories
"However true it may be, please, it doesn't have to be like this."
"I was put on this world to be taken off of it. It may as well just be me that does it."
"Please. Come down."
"Did you not hear me? Let me be. I just want to die.. Now please, let me finally get what I want. Just this once."
Tears welled up in your eyes, "So what if your whole life up to this point has been a lie? There's still time after this point. I'll be there with you through it, too."
He turned and looked at you. He could honestly say nothing scared him more than the pain that was on your face.
"I need to do this," his voice was broken. But then again, so was he.
"What you need is to trust yourself. Please, think this through. Is this what you want?"
"What does it matter to you?" he sounded angry, but he closed his eyes to keep from crying.
"I need to know you won't regret it."
"I have nothing to live for. I don't know who I am, I never will -"
"You can find ou
ORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Death of a ButlerORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Death of a Butler2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Lois was waiting anxiously for his master to arrive home from a party hosted by a business partner of the master. The twenty year old had made the man a batch of the most expensive tea in town to please him and was pouring the cups like he was taught by his father properly as Vladimir Rose came in, cane in hand as the other butlers took off his coat and escorted him to his study.
The old man looked as grumpy as ever, as not one of his wrinkles was worth being called 'laughter lines'. He kept looking at the servants in distaste, since it was evident to see his loathing for such people, but none more so than when he set his cold eyes upon the youngest of his butlers. The disappointment, nothing like his father. Oh there had been much promise and also much failure, a lot of failure.
"What are your standing around for boy?" He snapped as his grip tightened on his cane
“Y-your tea s-sir.” He stutters out, holding out the tray as he bows.
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 Forgiveness3 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.
[CREEPYPASTA STORY] Elska Ruth [ROUGH DRAFT]It was such a romantic evening alone, wasn't it? When it was just you and I, in my home, together in each others' arms. Ah yes, I still remember when you stroked the locks of my hair in your fingers. Your tender warmth of something so soothing and comforting, so small and fragile in my arms. Like a little angel in my hold, weren't you?[CREEPYPASTA STORY] Elska Ruth [ROUGH DRAFT]2 weeks ago in Short Stories
The rain outside, the repeating little sounds of pitter-patters against the window pane and the roof felt musically sound in our ears. The bedroom was dark, still and welcoming us home again, as we just laid in bed, listening to this peace. I knew your eyes were elsewhere, though they would flicker back to mine when I would make a little sound of protest as your fingers stopped petting my hair. My arm was draped over your waist. I remember how small your waist was.
I never stopped staring back at you, though you didn't seem to notice this?
"Elska," your quiet voice spoke up, your little sound of my name stroked against my cheek.
I smiled at you. You alwa
Nicknames and Cosplay (Osric ChauxReader)Nicknames and Cosplay (Osric ChauxReader)1 month ago in Short Stories
You hummed to yourself and pulled on the brown jacket over an opened plaid shirt and black t-shirt. Your (h/c) hair was styled short and gelled to look more like Dean's. Osric stood beside you adjusting the blue tie around his neck ready for the panel. Currently on the stage was Jensen and Misha who were nearing the end of their panel before you and Osric were due to take over.
"Lookin good guys" Jared laughed walking by on his way to the greenroom.
"Thanks Jar" You replied flicking the collar of your jacket up.
"C'mon lets go kick them off stage" Osric grinned pulling the tan trench coat on before you both began walking towards the hall. Once there a PA handed Osric a mic as he stood to the side of the stage out of the fans sight.
"I have a question" Osric said into the mic causing the fans to cheer and Jensen and Misha to look around the room for him.
"Go ahead" Jensen nodded.
"Do you ship Destiel because as a huge fan of the show I want to see Castiel and Dean confess th
acaronar. | oikawa tooruacaronar. | oikawa tooru1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Acaronar | Catalan
(V.) To tenderly pull or draw someone closer – to hold, as for affection,
comfort, or warmth; to fondle, to caress; to embrace, to protect.
You were definitely well aware of the fact that Oikawa was a ‘touchy-feely’ person. Nearly every day he would tackle you into a death-gripping hug, every day he would sling an arm around your neck and pull you closer to him as he talked and laughed about his day, every day he would grab both of your hands and drag you along with him to wherever he went and ignoring your protests, every day he would affectionately wrap his arm around your waist and whisper sweet-nothings to your ear as your cheeks go red. That was just the type of person he was – Oikawa was a very tender and a loving person, and he showed all of this through actions.
Not that you minded, of course. In fact, you actually liked it.
His touches were always so sweet and kind; he touched you as if you were a fragile glass that woul
The Song of Silence Snow never fell so silently, so much a whisper behind the chaos before it.The Song of Silence2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
This was meant to happen.
A red seeped forward, the snow receding at its contact, as if disgusted by the turn of events.
This was meant to happen.
Glass across pavement, strewn along the ice that only embraced the asphalt the night before.
This was meant to happen.
Breaths: quick, long, shuttering, snapping, tumbling into nothing, disappearing with the inhale of the snow; strangled, scattered, mirroring the glass, mirroring the pale oblivion past the outstretched rubber arms of the bumper.
How was this meant to happen?
Sobs, hysterical, reaching the pitch of insanity, shaking, shaking, shaking.
How was this meant to happen?
A Sinister Love: The Temptation“Come along, Mud-Face,” the serpentine lizard said as it crawled along the verdant floor of Paradise.A Sinister Love: The Temptation3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“It’s Brown-Noser, sir,” replied the smaller lizard that skittered along beside him.
“That’ssss a terrible name. You should get a proper name, a good name, a name like, ‘Rotworm.’ Now there’s a good name!”
Brown-Noser rolled his yellow eyes. “Sir, that’s your name. I’m not going-”
“Then Rotworm Junior. I don’t know. Shut up! Do you remember the plan?”
“Not really, sir. The last seventeen plans didn’t exactly work out.” Brown-Noser began to run to keep pace with Rotworm. It seemed the underbrush in Paradise was no hindrance to the larger lizard’s stride.
“What do you mean? I nearly had her with the Forbidden Fruit Salad.”
Brown-Noser let out a cute little sigh. “Until
Totally Tempting [fWG, Slob, Yuri]Alex laid on her bed, wondering just how she got into this situation in the first place. She knew it started sometime getting out of high school as her first week of college began. Food supplies were massively plentiful as every place on campus that wasn’t a classroom or a computer lab was a snack bar. Pizzas, chicken wings, snacks, all of these and more were at her near-infinite food budget. After all, late night work did need the nourishment to keep the energy going. However, with no parents to keep her in check, she had no real reason to stop her midnight snacks or quick trips to the campus’ 24/7 convenience store for chips and junk food.Totally Tempting [fWG, Slob, Yuri]3 weeks ago in Short Stories
As such, it was no real surprise that her weight began to skyrocket. In only a few short weeks, her svelte figure had sunken into the blimp of a new body. The tanned girl sighed, poking various rolls and pockets of pudge as she knew these few dozen pounds were her own fault. Normally her appetite and amount of activity were balanced eno
Princess Peach Wedgie Princess Peach had always wondered how it felt to reach the end of one of the segments of her kingdom that Mario called a ‘level’. He’d told her that they were easily noticeable from the presence of a tall flagpole at the end of each one.Princess Peach Wedgie 3 weeks ago in Short Stories
His explanation went something along the lines of: start at one flagpole (the end of a previous level) and slide down the other (the end of the current level) to complete the level, dodging the obstacles and the stragglers of Bowser’s minions who had either not gotten the memo to retreat or just decided they’d rather stay.
She’d chosen to wear her usual regal garb, the fancy pink dress, long white gloves, and her crown on her yellow hair tied back in a ponytail. It wasn’t really the most efficient clothing for going adventuring, but it was what she felt most comfortable in, and so it was what she chose to wear.
Peach couldn’t jump as high as Mario, but she did have a strange, magical ability she’d
TamakiX!Chunky Reader- Fresh Start Ch.9TamakiX!Chunky Reader- Fresh Start Ch.91 month ago in Short Stories
Your (e/c) orbs slowly started to open as the dim light from the room assaulted your heavy eyes. Blinking a few times, you finally started to feel the soreness of your body.
You felt pain everywhere, you haven't felt like this in a while, you decided to test your limits and start to get up only to hiss in pain and automatically plop back down onto the soft mattress.
"(your name)-chan's awake!" You shifted your gaze to the open doorway to see Hunny clutching his precious Usa-chan with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.
You raised your brows a bit as you heard what you thought was a stampede coming up the stairs as six more bodies appeared in the doorway.
"(your name), thank God!" Haruhi squeezed herself through all the others and ran over to the side of the bed and grasped your hand lightly.
"Well, aren't you acting like a Prince in shining armor." You laughed a bit and winced in pain.
"You get hurt and pass out and when you wake up and see me that's the first thing you say? You
Death Battle: Esdeath vs Roy MustangDeath Battle: Esdeath vs Roy Mustang2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Hydro Frez: The armies have been routed and now the commanders are going in! I can see the ending!
Tempest: It's time for, a DEATH BATTLE!
War had begun.
Just mere days ago, a massive superpower country only known as the Empire had launched a preemptive strike on Amestris, wiping out several small towns and massacring their civilians. Almost immediately, the central State Military was brought together and managed to halt the progression of the Imperial Army.
However, that hadn't stopped several teams from the Empire from acting on their own. Without word or warning, they struck hard, capturing towns and crucifying the occupants as a warning, leaving them in the open to be slowly devoured by crows. Disgusted by the inhumane acts, several State Alchemists had taken to evacuating many of the towns too small to defend themselves. In doing so, they ensured that when Empire's main fighting force came in, the State Military wouldn't
Simba and company (rewritten)Simba and company (rewritten)3 weeks ago in Short Stories
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On the docks of new York city there was a special houseboat docked on the pier, home to several dogs and one cat. Oliver was the latter's name, little more than a year old at this point and already well known in the city as the one who defeated Fagin and his ferocious dogs. He had little to fear as he slept inside the houseboat, or so he thought...
The small feline twitched in his sleep as a most unpleasant dream surfaced in his unconscious mind, one of gnashing teeth and strange furred hands reaching out to grab him, jerking awake in fright just before they pulled him apart. "What a strange dream" he tho
A creepypasta about LOLskeletonsOkay this is a 100% true story. Please listen to me!A creepypasta about LOLskeletons1 week ago in Short Stories
There once was this jealous pissbaby called Lolskeletons, who deleted all the good pastas off of the creepypasta wiki, it was super spooky. The end. Omg guys. I am so spooked.
Evelyn's Clone"Our story takes place in Smilesville, inside a cute little house on Sugar Lane! Within the house, all is quiet, but delve deeper, and you will find yourself in the basement! The basement has long since been transformed into a laboratory because the occupant of the house likes sciency stuff! The occupant in question was about to make Encephalon history!"Evelyn's Clone1 month ago in Short Stories
"Hey Evelyn! Who are you talking to?" chirped up Nyleve, who had been untangling some wires next to the new machine her and her Host had just spent three months building. Evelyn blinked, and then smiled.
"I was setting up the story! But I guess that's the narrator's job, huh?" she giggled, and then checked the notes on her clipboard. Both girls were wearing lab coats, and each of them had a pair of goggles sitting on their head. "Hmm... let's see... get parts for cloning machine, check. Put together parts to build cloning machine, check. Plug in cloning machine... uh, Nyleve, is it plugged in?"
"Is what plugged in?" asked Nyleve, chewi
Bad Timing~ Zoro x Reader pt4Bad Timing~ Zoro x Reader pt43 weeks ago in Short Stories
“Fancy meeting you here Zoro,” you hum.
Zoro watches you, feeling a spike of annoyance from where he’s handcuffed to the interrogation table and you smirk. Carefully you take a seat where Smoker was sitting earlier and rest your chin in the palm of your hand. For a few moments you don’t say anything, just smirk.
“Things aren’t looking too good for you now are they Zoro?” you ask, giggling.
Zoro huffs, why the hell was he in this situation with you taunting him.
'Stay calm, make small talk," Sabo advices.
“You seem to be doing fine for somebody who got shot and almost hit by a car.”
"I heal fast,” you chuckling, sticking your tongue out, “but honestly I don’t think I should be your
Datalog 82320XXDatalog 82320XX1 week ago in Short Stories
HOW DARE SHE?!
How dare that blue haired feline humanoid do that to my beautiful figure?! I looked like one of the blimpish women from the planet Zep-bline! And then send me flying away like some deflating balloon? I shall have my revenge on her!
It seems my foes are not so easily vanquished. I must do my best to place surveillance and watch their every move.
It seems this feline humanoid, Raiza, does that same thing to her partner Aria on a frequent basis. Like a child or a cat playing with their toy.
But one thing that astounded me, was how Aria's body handled it. Her body seems to transform to be more like a female Amazarian, the most coveted species in the universe!
I must discover how she accomplishes this! If I can master this, no man would question my beauty ever again!
After much digging, I have learned it all started with something they call a "vacuum cleaner"
Using my lab, I have constructed one to be the same as the one Aria trained on.
As I flip this switch, i beg
Modern Family WGModern Family WG1 month ago in Short Stories
It was a quiet morning in the Dunphy household for once. No shouting or screaming, no slamming doors, perhaps owing to the absence of both of the Dunphy males, Phil and Luke. They had disappeared upstate for some crazy excursion, leaving the females of the house to themselves.
Claire hummed a happy tune as she walked down the stairs, enjoying the peace and quiet that enveloped the house. I could read a book she thought to herself, contemplating all of the possibilities that awaited her.
However, as she stepped into the kitchen, she noticed her eldest daughter, Haley, reclining on the couch watching Netflix, a half-eaten plate of cookies next to her, clad in a loose grey T-shirt and jean shorts. She looked to have been there for a while, if the blanket of crumbs on her upper chest was anything to go by.
Claire sighed inwardly, her motherly instincts kicking in as she snapped "Haley! What are you doing?"
Haley's head snapped around, and she exclaimed "Nothing! Just watching T
I've got to let you know ...She was like water on the dance floor, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Her tight skirt hugging those wide hips like they were chocolate on a strawberry, and her top was translucent in all the right places. He nearly jumped off his stool when she caught his eye and beckoned him over. He moved quicker than he would have liked to admit to anyone, but she was too tempting to lose.I've got to let you know ...2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The darkened room, the smell of sweat and perfume, and the slick skin beneath his fingers when he reached her was nearly overwhelming. The song turned to an old rock song, and they picked up the pace, his hands on her hips while hers were wrapped around his neck. The guitar riffs made their hearts thump something fierce, and as the chorus came through the speakers once more, she slide closer to his chest and leaned into his ear, lips grazing his lobe lightly. “You’re one of my kind.”