Days | GerItaOn some days, Feliciano was the stroke of midnight on New Year’s; like fireworks, explosive and loud and vibrant. He was the noise that ricocheted down the cold hallways and the contagious laughter of a hundred people. Zipping to and fro, bouncing with life and color, dazzling to the eyes. Ludwig would listen, not to his words, but to his voice. Those were days he would not shut up, and Ludwig didn’t mind half the time.Days | GerIta4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
On some days, he was a homely art studio bathed in sunlight, smelling of paint and newsprint and other things. Fixated to his canvas, making figures and colors bloom across rough white cloth with every flick of his wrist. Ludwig would catch himself staring from over his book, entranced by the intensity that made honey-colored irises glow to bronze. Those were the days that they spoke of anything or everything in calm, casual tones, for there was no world but the painting.
On some days, he was the fireplace whose heat shielded one from winter’s silence
Poke"Oops!" A brown dissolved grunted as he bumped into Starling's shoulder. His group of friends suppressed their laughter poorly.Poke7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oops!" Starling repeated, but with a much friendlier tone. He tried to be on his way, but was stopped as the dissolved's hand placed firmly onto his shoulder.
"Well hey, Starling. Totally didn't see you there." The brown dissolved said with a somewhat challenging smirk.
The one under Starling's mask, the Ninja, knew this tactic.
The brown dissolved was itching for a fight, and was trying to rile up "Starling" to get one.
Those poor fools...
Starling merely cocked his head innocently and said nothing.
"Say... How about my friends and I treat ya to chilli supper, eh?" The brown dissolved said, the expression of trickery plain on his face, "Just to show ya that we're all friends here..."
The group snickered again.
"No thank you." Starling said and turned to walk away. The brown dissolved's invitation was that to a secluded area, the ninja knew.
The dissolveds we
STC: Gentlemen Prefer Orions: PrologueSTC: Gentlemen Prefer Orions: Prologue2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
March 23, 2269
Adjusting the large, loose turtleneck of her thick cashmere sweater, Sajeen went from her stateroom’s sleeping area into the living area, to check through the drawers and cabinets one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten to pack anything. The young Orion had been aboard the USS Astral Queen for six weeks, and now that she’d finally arrived at her destination, the last thing she wanted was to leave something behind.
Finding nothing, Sajeen looked at the small handbag, two suitcases, and Starfleet-issue dufflebag that held all her personal belongings (mostly clothes) and gave a small sigh. She wasn’t sure what it said about her life that this was all she’d managed to accumulate so far. Orion culture judged a person’s success on how much wealth and power they could get for themselves. As for the latter, she had none. None at all. As for wealth, all she had was the small savings she
Happy Halloween“DEEEMI!” Aubree yelled running into the house, “you look so pretty!” The blonde girl said, Aubree was dressed as Liz from soul eater, and you guessed it Grey was Kid himself.Happy Halloween8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“oh thank you..” Demi said with a little smile, she had dressed a Belle, and Jeremy was beast. They were beauty and the beast.
“you do look great” Ariel said with a smile, he was Robin to Maya's batman. Camrie and Lucy ran in dressed like the wonder twins, Robbie was an axe killer. Demi smiled and there was a knock at her door, she opened it and walked in Topher, Connor, Jace, Selena and Dex. All in costumes of their own, the Nathan, Axel, Bambi, Drake and Drew, and Hayden pushed their way in. The last to show up was Adrian, Jaz and Tristan
“Well thank you for showing up guys” Demi said with a smile
“we never miss your birthday!!” Camrie yelled hugging Demi
Demi laughed, “OH OH I HAVE CAKE!” She yelled and pulled out the cake from
The Afterlife For SuicidesIt's been three days since I committed suicide, or at least I think that it has been three days. Each ticking of the clock leaves me more and more confused as the seconds pass by. I've been stuck in the same room I died in, the messy, dark place where I have cried myself to sleep countless of times.The Afterlife For Suicides8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have tried getting out of here, opening the door of my bedroom or even trying to break out of the window. However, anything I try to touch simply bounces my fingertips off of them. I would fling myself from wall to wall or even stomp on glass, but the objects would remain unaffected like they weren't there at all. I am left to drown in my confusion and thoughts.
To my surprise, I remember everything clearly. The brain I had when I was still living couldn't even process a single math problem even if my life depended on it, but now every detail of that day stood out in my mind. That day. It wasn't a special day, just another one of my usual routines. Music blasting through my headpho
Opposites Stick Part 3*Kailey and Bailey were pretty small girls, so entering the bus side by side wasn't too awkward of a sight, not that there were many people on the bus. It was, in fact, empty except for one old lady in the back and the driver. The girls find a bench in the middle and plop down, Kailey finishing tying her boots.*Opposites Stick Part 38 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kailey: I had to wear these because my other shoes have too much of a lift.
We'd fall over if we weren't on the same level!
*Kailey looks up at her sister, who is still upset, but rolling her eyes, realizing Kailey's smart intentions.*
Bailey: I still don't have to like it.
Kailey: I didn't say you had to I just wanted to make sure you’re not upset about the boots.
Bailey: its not the shoes its just... I don't know the situation I guess.
Kailey: Yeah, this all is kind of random isn't it?
Bailey: Maybe this is a dream but I'm so deep in it I don't realize it.
*Before Bailey can do anything, Kailey smacks Bailey.*
Bailey: Ow! What was that for?!
Kailey: To see if you were s
Emotional HealerFrom the gray sky lighting flashed and the rain fell down. Tilting my head up I welcome the rain as it feel on my face. I feel so much better as the water flows over me carrying away the negativity I have picked up from the world around me.Emotional Healer33 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is not mine universe, please take it back.
I only want to carry what is mine. That is enough believe me. I want to heal but I do not want to heal others only to hurt myself. I need this distance as I heal the world around me, one person at a time.
Blessed be those who understand that we all need to heal the world and each other. Give us the strength to do so.
Fish AddictionThree years ago, he realised he had become addicted to fish. Never again would he taste the sweet succulent flesh of an Alaskan Ahi Tuna. The deliciousness and it's perfect texture tantalized his pallet until the tuna became an unrelenting requirement for him to get through the working day. He was swearing off of it though.Fish Addiction3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfortunately, his date wanted to go eat seafood. "Why won't you eat fish?" She asked. Not realising the existence of his extended stay in a local rehabilitation facility for individuals suffering from overwhelming fish addiction.
He needed to come clean. To clear the air and her confusion. "Because I am addicted to fish." He answered.
"Addicted?" She asked incredulously.
She clearly seemed to be maintaining her general state of confusion. "Yes I am a fish addict." He confirmed, thinking she may have misheard him.
She looked dumbfounded and somewhat shocked. She squinted her eyes ever so slightly and left her lips slightly parted. "You don't get addicted to fish." S
Dying of the Light [page 4] The ConfrontationDying of the LightDying of the Light [page 4] The Confrontation4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Braced for all action which would certainly be dangerous, the Assyrian Avengers prepared for confrontation. They decided to face off with Dagon. It is assumed that to defeat the leader would result in defeat of the followers. So they headed to intercept Dagon despite any and all risks.
They encountered Dagon near the town hall and stood steadfastly and plainly in his view. Dagon either was beyond care of them or self-confident to the point of disinterest. They warned him. At that moment, the Deep Ones began to assemble behind him. Puabi glanced at Clifford and awaited his moves.
The storm continued to manifest around them with occasional streaks of lightning hitting objects in their path but avoiding them. They knew that Marduk and Ishtar had sent a warning to Dagon. Then, roaring like Assyrian lions, the Avengers rushed head on towards Dagon. The Deep Ones swarmed around the three figures like a school of kung fu surrounding the hero or vi
Halloween Special~ A Little 1st Person Short"Ah there you are our newest member!" You smile as you were handed your badge and a white labcoat with your name on it.Halloween Special~ A Little 1st Person Short7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"For your first job I just need you to do some filing for me tonight are you good with that?"
"Yeah, I'm free." You say before taking a quick breath from your inhaler. You watched l your boss walk off with his short, ginger friend, and you went on your way writing down more reports from the different subjects. Working at this huge facility wasn't your first choice but it paid well and you didn't have to do much. The job description included filing, writing down records and reports, and assistance with experiments, nothing dangerous. Or so you thought.
Your boss returned to your office later with a tall stack of papers.
"I need these done by tomorrow if you could. Type them up and turn them back into me. There should be folders called High Security Reports, Low Security Reports and Normal Security Reports"
You glance at the clock: 3:30pm, you could get it done easily b
Last Minute Costume- A Drabble"I need a costume," I told the girl in the tight corset and witches hat at the costume store.Last Minute Costume- A Drabble23 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How about a mummy?" she suggested.
"Well I was looking for something a bit more dashing. Prince Charming or Superman?"
She handed me a roll of bandages. "Oh you will be my prince" she laughed.
The bandages suddenly came to life. They wrapped around my mouth so I couldn't cry out then flew around the rest of my body completely binding me.
She picked up my immobile form and carried me to a sarcophagus in the back. "Sleep tight, my prince."
I Remember Trilogy: Part Two: I AwakenI AWAKEN.I Remember Trilogy: Part Two: I Awaken4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I awoke to the sounds of the city around me, how they were before the storm that took our home. I was confused, had it not been destroyed? I had had a bad dream, for all I know and all I loved was still there. The buildings that reached towards the heavens were whole and brightly painted, flawless in their designs, intricate patterns weaving across their surfaces. The beach was white; the surf calm, waves mixing the blue with the green and where the waves broke, white swell was added into the mix. The sun was shining, bright and clear, and was told that I needed to wake up, to come back.
I could hear the voice calling far away in my mind, so I opened my eyes and entered the world. Children raced by me as I walked the streets, shrieking with their laughter, the sound mixing in with the faint notes of music in the air. The salty air cleared my head as I tried to shake off the dream. Here, now the world was whole, it was bright, happy, resonating in peace and harmony, perfect, t
An Odd EncounterNot again. Anyone who had heard the BLU Medic's earlier groans of slurred speech about waking up with heavy lidded eyes and the smell of pumpkin knew that this would be repeating. Hell the guy even fell asleep on the battle field.An Odd Encounter6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So tonight was another round of pumpkin smashing, lots of noise, especially around the RED Base, because Werewolfy here was destroying pumpkins left and right
After what happened or had happened in the intel room, he stood silent for the most part of the evening then, when cease fire finally rang he went straight to his room, his little living sentry on his feet, and sat on his bed, gently petting the little machine. After a minute he felt on his back to look at the ceiling for another while then felt asleep without noticing.
Strange images were mixing in his mind, making him growl and mumble. And suddenly
Th engineer jumped awake looking every corner in his room. He could hear some...Growling and smashing from outside. He frowned and jumped o
The PatronThe PatronThe Patron6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Shall we get to the contract then?”
Robbie took a long breath, rubbed his full cheeks, and brushed back his curly brown hair, which looked more like it belonged to Kathleen Turner in the 80s than someone his age. His childhood Les Paul guitar, nicks and all, rested beside the charcoal, leather couch which had swallowed him up as soon as he’d entered the room.
Across from him sat the woman who’d told him to call her “Jane” (which just happened to be the woman’s name he liked best). Jane wore a gray suit with faint vertical stripes and a white blouse not buttoned all the way up. Her hair hung in ivory strings to her neck but she didn’t seem much older than her late twenties, like him.
For the life of him, he couldn’t remember who he’d gotten her business card from but he was glad she’d managed to fit him in. Still, the office gave him an odd chill despite the setting sun streaming through and the sweaty
Test BreakWhile R.K, Council One and the Three Heroes were trying to find a way to tell their friends that their themselves without scaring them, Goldman was getting ready for Halloween himself.Test Break7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He transported himself to his school and helped his pupils from whatever mess they gotten into by their good selves. First he gave Dark Queen some milk to cure the spiciness, then he got some scissors and snipped Mr. M out of the vacuum bag to which they both got Dark Sonic back on his feet. Next Goldman dug Brain out of the pile of books and then the two worked together to fix up Mech once again.
After everyone was fixed up Dark Queen went back to her room and turned on her stereo to play "Wrecking Ball."
"Hey D.Q." Goldman called from her room.
D.Q had just finished her song when she heard Goldman.
"You know I just had an idea that all six of us can do together."
"I hope this is better then trying to make me dress up like a tomboy."
"Oh it will believe me."
"Insert Tab A to Tab B then connect C
The Parfait--Phase 2 (Part 2)A person surrounded by friends when he or she cries, is a heart-warming scene for many. But in reality, those friends doing the surrounding must be thinking, ‘Cry baby. Weeping yet again?’, or ‘God, has she had enough yet?’ or ‘If I comfort her enough, will she fall for me?’ Though in reality, the person crying would be thinking, ‘Crap! My eyes are dry! There are no more tears!’The Parfait--Phase 2 (Part 2)39 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well at least that’s Aiki Takayama’s current view of her world, as she buries her head on the desk, weeping fake tears onto her fake examination papers.
“Come on Aiki, it’s not all that bad. At least you didn’t fail anything, right?” Max, the short boy of the soccer team says. Aiki sounded a mournful grunt in response.
“Max! You making it worse! Go away.” Sarah, the girl in drama club yells. Max who fails to defend himself, returns to his seat in silence.
“What? He wasn’t
DEG - CH2 2/2 Dormitory TigereyeDEG - CH2 2/2 Dormitory Tigereye3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nino had expected that the office would be something of a luxury, with posh leather sofas, silk carpets and desks in expensive wood. As offices tend to look like in old movies. But the reality was different. The room's walls were gray and bare, except for some small boards with photos of people, an archive computer in the corner and a simple table made of steel and plastic. Behind the screen and desktop, with windows behind the back sat a woman, who with her hands folded on the desk looked at them with her one blue eye. The other was hidden behind an eye patch, with the school logo on, while gray hair framed the serious face. A color that appeared to be natural, as the woman seemed to be not older then her 40's with only vague small wrinkles around the corners of the mouth and eye.
"I am the principal Elizabeth Von Lazarus III." she introduced herself with a quiet but fierce voice, a woman who gave the order and demanded discipline. "Sit down."