The Parable of the Two ArtisansOnce upon a time there was a travelling merchant. He was an esteemed gentleman who enjoyed many quality things. He knew what he wanted and he knew what they were worth. Today he was searching for ornate ceramic pots, ones that were aesthetically pleasurable as well as structurally sound. He came to a village which, despite its small size, held two artisans. He ordered a pot from each of them. Whoever had come closer to his vision would obtain his permanent service. He would judge their pots in three days.The Parable of the Two Artisans2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The two artisans had different ways of making their craft. The first artisan had studied for many years, honing his craft. Each of his pots were sturdy and proved their function, yet they weren't much to look at. The second artisan came about his own techniques. He chanced designs and structures that the first artisan dared to try. Some of his pots crumbled under their own weight, but others became the envy of the town. The two artisans didn't like each other, or each other's work. Th
Creepypasta: Bleedingman (Original)Drip.Creepypasta: Bleedingman (Original)1 month 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
Hobo HeartHobo Heart1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Badge number : 1025
August 26, 2014
544 NW Tarrant St.
One deceased female age 26 Large entry wound to chest. Heart removed.
"Hey Jason what we got this time?"
"Yeah it's another one." the CSI officer said shaking his head "Same M.O. chest crushed ripped open heart removed. Human heart from previous deceased present at scene."
"How many does this make?" the detective asked
"Are we counting the one at the lake?" Jason inquired.
" No not yet anyway." replied Detective McMahon
"Five then, but there's no way we can deny they are at least connected." Jason said to the detective squinting his eyes.
"Yeah I hear ya, but there was no heart present. It's his calling card there's no way he'd leave out that little detail. This guys sick it's his ritual. They may be connected, but it may be a copy cat. I'm not giving him the credit till I'm sure." The detective pulled out his lucky zippo rubbed it with his finger as he examined the apple engraving on i
I love him nonethelessHe smoked in bed with his spine bent where it shouldn't, slumped across the pillows and with his eyelids half open and if it had been another life time I probably would have been in love with him.I love him nonetheless3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As it was, I watched the cigarette as he brushed his nose with his palm, sniffed to try and retract his emotions and then shakily drew from it again.
He was utterly beautiful, even in wretchedness, and although every inhale was agony in his trachea I could see behind his dulled irises the desire to be better, and I was going to get him there.
I tucked my feet under his duvet and didn't care when our feet touched. He flinched but not at me but because his thoughts had been elsewhere. I took no offence and neither of us moved again.
He took nervous stabs at the ashtray as the loose tobacco fizzled and escaped the paper. It was an instinct. A reflex. If the bed had set alight with both of us in it the only reason either of us would have moved would have been to save the other.
The bed didn't set
Valentine's Day (Female Muscle Growth!)Valentine's Day StoryValentine's Day (Female Muscle Growth!)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blake felt a vibration in his pocket, an alert that he received a new text. He tapped the phone a few times, finding that the message was from his girlfriend, wondering when they were going to meet up for the evening. It quickly dawned on him – it was Valentine's day!
Blake had completely forgotten, and had neglected to pick up a gift or make real plans with her. They had been together for well over a year, leading him to take their relationship for granted. In fact, Valentine's as a whole seemed like a pain. It's not like he was going to really get anything out of it that he wouldn't normally. Still, as bothersome as it was, Blake knew that Marissa would be quite irate if he didn't at least go through the basic motions.
He sent a reply, informing her that he would swing by her place in a couple hours for a comfy night in. Marissa quickly responded, and while she seemed somewhat disappo
Restless [Babysitter!Kuroko Tetsuya] [3/10]Restless [Babysitter!Kuroko Tetsuya] [3/10]4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
RULE NUMBER THREE:
"[Name]-chan, please calm down," he said to the little girl who held his hand and jumped excitedly beside him.
She giggled, untangling her small hands from his grip. "Hey! Where are we going, Tetsu-nii?"
"We're going to see my team-- [Name]-chan, don't climb that bench, please."
"You're going to get hurt. Get down now."
"Aw! You're no fun, Tetsu-nii!" she whined, climbing down from the park bench.
Kuroko sighed, holding out his hand for the sulking five year old to take, but she shook her head at him. Oh, man. Now he upset her, and didn't even know what to do. Get vanilla milkshakes together? No. He had to get to the school gymnasium for practice as soon as possible so he didn't have any time to waste. Okay, maybe he had a little time to waste. For his [Name]-chan.
"Did you want strawberry milk?" he asked, crouching down in front of her and pointing in the direction of a vending machine as they got on school grounds.
V-Day Extensions: Goldie"That was great!" you giggle.V-Day Extensions: Goldie1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Goldie smiles, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
"How did you even manage to get in there?" you ask, "I mean, that's probably the nicest restaurant in this country! You'd have to make reservations months ahead, and not to mention the cost!"
"The owner and I are good friends," Goldie says, "And as for money...The owner of the pizzeria makes enough to spare."
You giggle and sigh contentedly, "I really did enjoy that. That's the best dinner I've ever been taken out to."
"I try," he smiles playfully.
"It's only six PM," you note, checking your phone, "We still have plenty of time to spare."
"And nowhere else to go," he sighs.
"We could always go back to my place," you say, "Curl up and watch a movie. You did promise me some snuggling with my teddy bear, after all."
He grins, "If that's what you want."
~AND SO WE TELEPORT TO YOUR FLAT~
"It's so sad!" you whimper as you watch the TV through your tears.
Oh, of all things you'd picked, it was some rea
stubborn. | oikawa tooru / iwaizumi hajimestubborn. | oikawa tooru / iwaizumi hajime2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was no doubt that [Surname] [Name] was a stubborn person. Iwaizumi knew it, Oikawa knew it, they both knew it from the moment they introduced themselves to you. You had a mind of a rock and a heart made out of steel. You didn't need help from anyone! You were strong ― you could do this by yourself! You didn't need help or assistance from other people. You didn't need anyone to help you guide your way to success because you knew that you could do it by yourself. You've always wondered why so many people were so dependent on each other ― the way they would cling themselves to others as if their life depended on them. It would always irritate [Name]. There are so many things you could accomplish by yourself, [Name] would say to themselves, do it. Don't falter. Do it. But sometimes, just sometimes, people like [Name] needed help, too. They hated it, but they knew it was true.
"You alright, [Surname]?"
[Name] bit their lip as they looked over at their bruised ankle. It
Judy's 'Heaven of Food' - Part 1Judy’s “Heaven of Food”Judy's 'Heaven of Food' - Part 12 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Part 1 of 2
WARNING!!! This story is about feederism, intentional weight gain and extreme obesity!
Don't like that? Don't read that!
Judy was angry. “Why do they do that?” She was sitting in front of her TV with a bag of potato chips in her hand. “They should be happy to be like that!” She shook the bag and the last potato crumbs fell into her mouth. “It is not fair! They don´t deserve such a body!” She was watching a commercial of the latest dieting-drink and saw a lot of skin-and-bone-girls holding up pictures of themselves ,which showed them when they were fatter, saying stuff like ‘Thank God, I´m thin now! It´s like a new life!’ “
Iceland x Reader - Jump scareIceland x Reader - Jump scare2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Name) knew that her Icelandic friend, Emil, wasn't one for horror movies. Not that it stopped her from forcing him to watch a few of said genre in a row. By the end of their fifth, (Name) was too scared to go to the bathroom and Emil wasn’t sure if he should keep looking at the screen or turn away and see a ghost.
The blond European was made of a sturdy material, viking blood ran through his veins and he had borne through more than most. As such, he had created a cool and composed exterior, one that wasn’t normally cracked. He would blush when embarrassed and fume when angered, he was human after all. He just prefered taking things on an easier and slower stride.
Gulping, he watched the main character turn painstakingly slow to face a mirror, and behind their reflection was the heavily makeuped ghost. (Name) jolted and Emil would have been lying if he said he hadn’t as well. Jump-scares normally got to him, and apparently his (h/c
Sam DiscoversNina didn't come home one night.Sam Discovers1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next morning, as I sat down to eat breakfast, she walked through the door looking a mess, belly bulging further than usual, powdered sugar around her mouth, her hair tangled, holding on to half a dozen donuts and the tattered remains of the red dress I bought her about twenty pounds ago, destroyed from the inside out.
"What happened last night?" I asked, hoping not to seem pushy, "No call, no text, you seriously had me worried!"
She blushed, "Oh! Sorry, I went out with a bunch of girls from work, and we went to a movie, so I had to turn my phone off. Then we got a little drunk, so none of us could drive back." She walked towards me with an angelic smile, raising a suggestive eyebrow and cradling her heavy, bulging stomach, "I made sure we ordered some pizza, got some ice cream, and I may have..." she pulled me closer, pressing her bulging belly against my chest, groaning at the sudden pressure, "Woomph, I think I ate just a little too m
rehumanizing herself"what are you doing awake?"rehumanizing herself3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"sit next to me."
"your legs are cold and are you watching--"
"don't freaking shush me--"
"SHHH! the best part is coming up!"
"you just like it when that guy's head--"
"i don't care what you think, this is one of the greatest--"
"movies of all time, yes. you've said that before."
"what's got you down this time?"
"i just-- nothing."
"just thinking too much."
"i can always tell something is wrong when you watch this."
"yeah, i know."
Painfully Sweet | Ayato X Reader | Tokyo GhoulPainfully Sweet | Ayato X Reader | Tokyo Ghoul1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: Contains Some Inappropriate / Foul Language.
"One Cappuccino, please." You requested with a smile. The waitress quickly scribbled down your order before walking over to the next table.
Today, you were in an incredibly cheerful mood.
Not because it was a beautifully warm and sunny day. And not even because you passed your college entrance exams with flying colors.
Today, you were finally able to spend some time with your signicant other.
While a trip to the local coffee shop wasn't exactly your idea of a romantic date, you certainly weren't about to complain.
In recent weeks, having alone time with Ayato was a somewhat difficult task.
So you planned on making the most of the time you were together, no matter what.
After receiving your hot beverages, Ayato noticed your bubbly demeanor.
"Why the Hell are you so happy?" He asked, eyeing you suspiciously.
"We haven't been spending much time together recently, so I was happy when you invited me out for coffee." You replied b
Eren x Reader: More than JustEren x Reader: More than Just 2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Small, white snowflakes fell slowly from above, landing gracefully on the ground. Many cries of joy came from the children outside their houses, their bodies covered with heavy wintered clothing. Adults plowed their driveway free of snow, in which quickly got covered by thin layers of the snowflakes. Cars would drive down the slippery road every so often, small screeches coming from the tires.
A warm atmosphere was settled around your house, heating up objects and beings within the household. It didn't benefit you as much, however. You sat on your black leather couch, encased with a winter jacket and jeans. On top of that, a thick blanket was wrapped around yourself tightly. The cold stung your face, the sharp-like feeling prickling at your face.
You sighed, and watched as your breath turned into a barely noticeable white mist, which disappeared within a blink. You honestly wished that you would enjoy the wi
The Mrs. ClauseThe Mrs. Clause1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“The storm is 5 miles out. You better bunker down quick before this gets any worse.”
“Alright, roger that.”
After I hear the familiar static buzz, I put my walkie-talkie down and sigh. Right now it’s the morning of Christmas Eve, and I’m where most kids would dream of being: The North Pole.
For the past couple of days, my team has been set up here to study seismic activity happening around the northern geographic pole. Though it is by no means unusual for seismic activity to occur, the pattern in which it happens is baffling. In fact, it only happens one time a year, and that’s Christmas.
Though most people would think this would have to do with, dare I say, “Santa”, my superiors have already ruled him
To The FNaF FandomI honestly don't care if I get flamed for this. But things need to be said.To The FNaF Fandom2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know that "Five Night's at Freddy's" is a relatively new game, and has been pretty big since the months it has came out. But through its short journey through popularity and fame, the fans of this beloved horror game by Scott Cawthon have gotten quite bad. And by bad, I mean, there's a crap-ton of people who are ruining this wonderful game. Due to the sudden out-break of assholes, a big portion of GOOD and RESPECTFUL fans have been forced to leave the fandom due to the harshness of the community.
If you follow the two games that have been released, "Five Night's at Freddy's" and "Five Night's at Freddy's 2" You know that the games are shrouded in a veil of mysteries and dark secrets, leading to fans to come up with theories and ideas as to what makes this a horror game. As much I love watching and listening to people's theories, its to the point where the comments are now fill
of mice and the absence of menmice have built a palace beneath the persimmon tree, their front legs breaking beneath the weight of its beauty; i have heard the colour of their blood seeping into the dirt and it's amethyst.of mice and the absence of men2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
they talk in whispers that echo up through the roots to drip from the leaves. beneath the heady grey scent they talk of kings and commoners; girls masquerading as men, fresh thrones upon their sheeted bellies.
night comes and they dance, their tails whipping dust into storms around heaving bodies, gossamer-soft. their drumbeat reverberates in my skull; miniature rocket men.
The EquationThe cast had gathered together to witness the unveiling of the poster for:The Equation1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
X = 8 + 7
“Well, that’s unfair!” said +. “X is a complete unknown—it shouldn’t be getting higher billing than the rest of us!” + appeared a little cross. “You know, I’m considering walking out of this equation!”
The producer sighed. “Look, I think I know the solution: X, will you reveal your true identity, please?”
X whipped off its cloak and⸺
“You’re 15!” said +, trying to curtsey and bow simultaneously. “I’m a huge fan.”
“God, you’re such a snob,” muttered 8. It beamed over at the performer previously labelled ‘X’. “Just wanted to let you know, 15. Me and 7 always considered you our equal.”
And then, a quiet explosionTrees, full of green vitality, swayed, shivered in the cool, early morning breeze. Butterflies floated, caressed flowers of all colours. Birds, they soared, danced and sung in the heavens. And below, hand in hand, the pair walked up a grassy hill without saying a word. None were needed. A non-awkward silence, smiles and laughs, were more than enough, precious. Time together, with their black and tan dog, full of heart, sniffing, playing, exploring about their feet – perfect.And then, a quiet explosion1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The three reached the summit, sat, close, bathed in the warmth of each other’s love and followed the sun’s birth into a crystal clear sky, washing the world with yellows, oranges and reds, with life. They embraced, tightly, with affection, friendship, and with wide eyes, in the distance, saw a star, pure, white, burst into the atmosphere. For seconds, to the Earth's concerto, it fell beautiful, terrible.
The dog barked.
The pair kissed.
And then, a quiet explosion.
A blinding light.