Capture the Flag part 1Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash had grown concerned they hadn't seen Fluttershy all day. They walked on the arched bridge that lead to her Cottage. They began to hear what sounded like Fluttershy's laughter. Curious they crept up to the window then looked inside. They saw Discord skittering his claws along Fluttershy's belly. The Pegasai's laughter sounded adorable, but what puzzled them was that Fluttershy was chained in a hanging x-position, her hind hooves chained to the restraints on the floor and her front hooves secured to the ceiling by similar restraints. She was also blindfolded.Capture the Flag part 113 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What the hay is going on?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"I'm not sure Rainbow, let's just hope its nothing bad." Twilight replied.
They saw Discord leave so the two ponies decided to go in now. They walked in the front door up to their bound friend. She panted heavily from the tickling she was subjected too and she looked pretty adorable. Twilight removes her blindfold.
"Fluttershy what's going on?" T
The Power FreakThe Power FreakThe Power Freak5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Level Infinitum and Kit-The-Wolfy
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Normally, most teenagers have a good friend who’s their age. But this was not the case for Christian. Somehow, he’d ended up being best buddies with a nine-year-old who lived next door to him, whose name was Tyler. Christian was kicking back on the sofa, wearing a pair of Denim Jeans and a Green T-Shirt. He had a laptop on his lap, and was watching episodes of Sonic X on DailyMotion.
Christian’s lounge was warm because the heater was on high, due to the late November cold outdoors. However, that was not to be for a while. The incident would happen in about an hour’s time, but for now, Christian was alerted to the sound of a knock at the door. Curious, he paused his video and went downstairs in his bare feet to answer it.
“Hello.” Christian greeted first.
Tyler was standing at the front door, wearing a Red T-Shirt, Khaki Shorts, White Socks, and
Project X PrologueSix years, that's how long she's unknowingly been living a lie. She was not from a village of hybrids, she didn't not have an older twin brother and a dead aunt(well maybe she did, some of the finer details are still blurry), and she was the only one of her kind. She was, in fact, a government experiment, code named X, that was released to see how she adapted to everyday situations and such, she was the only successful one out of a hundred.Project X Prologue8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was not only in a deep state of shock but highly disturbed, for she was, technically, a zombie, having died in a fire when she was five along side her, still dead, family.
Though, a small part if her spoke, it might be why you haven't grown an inch in years.
She told it to shut the hell up and leave her alone to try and sort out things while she was in her state of shock. Thankfully it did as told and she dimly registered that her apartment door had been kicked open and two people were calling her name through a haze, she also wanted them to shu
Caiden and KuroKoichi’s House, Orlando, FL, December 28, 2014, 1000Caiden and Kuro12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I smile as Neechan walks with me up to Koichi’s doorstep. “So, Neechan this is where Kuro lives?”
“Indeed it is, Caiden-kun. I’m sure you’ll be happy to see him.”
Nodding, I waddle inside once the door opens and follow my sister into the living room. Sitting down in her lap, I crawl off her with a crinkle and sit down beside her. Examining my blue T-shirt, racecar padding, and red tennis shoes, I smile and swing my legs, “Heeheehee. I can’t wait to see Kuro. You said he was just like me huh?”
Utsukushi nods, “Yeah, he’s like you in that he has cat ears and a tail, but he’s a little different, I can say that much. Well, if you need me, I’m just call away.” She smiles then fades into white light, surging into my chest seconds later.
"DON'T TOUCH ME BAKA KOICHI!!"
DOG ch 1 previewAlexis looked at the small creature being rolled into the room in a cage; it was transforming from a demon cat to a parrot, to a wolf husky hybrid. Then she realized something, each time it transformed some parts of its body stayed a certain color, red eyes, yellow circles, in parts of the body, and a pure black body. "What is that creature" she thought.....DOG ch 1 preview7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What is Freedom? Chap. 7"Guys! Get in here now!" Joel called from the compute room. The urgency in his voice made everyone drop what they were doing and rush over. When they got there Joel was staring at the screen in amasment.What is Freedom? Chap. 77 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Look." his voice was barely above a whisper. They complied and looked at the screen before gasping in shock.
"They're alive!" Ania finally shrieked in joy, breaking the silence that fell over them. The others could only stare at the message in wonder and amazment, six month of complete silence they finally got a message from Dove and Adrian!
But as Joel read the message their faces changed from that of joy to one of horror.
Six months, eh? Got to say it's felt way longer to A and I. So short recape, they found us before we could get away. Naturally we where catpured and brought in for 'interigation' ,as they so kindly put it, for information. A is in pretty bad shape, I, myself, am only fairing a bit better. Don't know how much longer I have, I'm currently scrambling the sign
ii (WIP) I'm nothing remarkable, really. Nothing more than a flash on the horizon, bright for a moment, then gone. If I'm lucky, I'd burn a mark on something. But really, I'm a mess or charged energy and unless I strike and kill someone, no one's gonna give a shit. And frankly, I don't either.ii (WIP)22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Things like that are the reason why I'm here, forced to write because that's only thing I can do. Plus, I've worked too hard for this damn pen. Writing is healthy for you, they tell me. I find it hard to believe, because I'm caged up in this God-forsaken place because of being too honestly with a pen. I won't complain to you, this beats having to talk with the others; I'd rather write my own truths than listen to their bullshit, because my existence won't matter. All you'll ever know is what I left behind.
Out of the Ashes ~ chapter 9"You sure you don't want a haircut too, Ash? I already gave one to the boys and Bella..." Iona trails off as she kicks the snippets of hair out the opened front door. She had a pair out scissors in hand as she finished giving Bella a trim. Bella used to have this beautiful, long hair down to a bit above the waist. Her hair now goes to her shoulders and is neatly rounded out at the ends in layers. Of course Iona had the genius idea for haircuts when she found a pair of old scissors. 'It's a good idea for us girls,' I think, 'it'll be harder to grab us by our hair, but I honestly prefer mine long.'Out of the Ashes ~ chapter 91 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I like mine at this length, Iona. It's barely past the shoulders. I think I'll be good." I shrug as I walk over to the kitchen and take out a container of powered formula. I reach into the sink and grab Calemn's bottle, unscrewing the lid. I pop open the steel lid of the formula container and begin to brew up some lunch for the kid. Iona sighs and moves the wooden chair she used for the guys
Story Commission: Shea-Hime (1/3)Luna-Florence has known Gavin as long as she could remember. She remembered when they used to have play dates together as kids, playing with their Halloween dolls and playing dress up. She remembered that when they were older, and in middle school, how he confessed her feelings towards her. But Gavin, surprisingly shy at that time--for Luna knows that he is a total flirt and is very sweet--didn't have the courage to ask her out on a date until now.Story Commission: Shea-Hime (1/3)6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The said woman's blonde hair, which had a two small braids with pink dye meeting at the top of her right shoulder, was whipping against the wind as she was waiting near the school. School had just let out for the day, and the teenager was looking forward to the weekend. But what she was most concerned about was Gavin here getting on time.
She exhaled, and rolled up her sleeve to check the time on her watch. Her purple eyes widened when she saw the number nine and thirty staring right back at her. What is taking him so long?
PrologueAll I can say is Finals. That’s right; I said Finals. The most terrifying and sleep depriving thing a college student could ever say and think of. I have now been in college for a semester now. I’m only a freshman and probably don’t know anything about finals yet, but I have heard horror stories. Horror stories such as, someone seeing a boy pour red bull into his coffee and saying to himself “I’m going to die” and then preceding to drink the entire thing, while taking his final. What kind of thoughts went through his head when he did that?! Well, no matter. I’m just going to get some sleep before my final tomorrow.Prologue2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Violet's Monster (ch.1)..1..Violet's Monster (ch.1)5 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I started wearing make-up at the age of sixteen, for the simple purpose of armouring myself. It’s always easier not to cry that way. Every time I feel like I’ve gathered too much painful poison within me and am about to burst into tears, I just tell myself: ‘Don’t you dare ruin that flawless eyeliner, soldier!’ It’s ridiculous, I know, yet it helps a great deal.
That day it didn’t though. That day I was woken by my monster early in the morning, its claws scratching at my heart, its hot breath stealing mine. The monster then proceeded to follow me around, making me clumsier than usual, talking right over me, so I jumbled my words and nobody could really make out what I said. But those were things I had already been used to - no big deal, really.
It was during my last lesson at school, when the monster did the unthinkable. The teacher announced, that we’d have to make a short presentation, and by then I already sensed that my horrid c
HappinessHer fingers glide over the keys of her laptop. Words are flowing into a story. I don’t know how she does it. Her smile is permanently on her face. The sun surrounds her. It’s like happiness exudes from her whole being.Happiness6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She hasn’t stopped writing since we were given the prompt of writing about a wedding day. I don’t know how she does it. I only have ‘Once upon a time’ down on my screen. I don’t even know how to continue.
People comment about my pessimistic attitude, but they just don’t understand. I call myself a realist. The beginning doesn’t look right. I strain m neck to see how she started her story, but it’s too late. She’s already on page four.
How can happiness come so easy for her? Why does it have to come so hard for me? This doesn’t feel right, nothing ever feels right. Her aura is colorful and filled with happiness and laughter, while mine is filled with darkness and tears.
The teacher saunters around the
Writing Prompt: Fire Drill“Class, today we’re going to have a practice fire drill,” said Ms. Ellis, as she clicked across the room in her brand new pair of stilettos. “You should all know what to during fire drills by now, so I won’t have to quiz you. Okay?”Writing Prompt: Fire Drill6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Okay, Ms. Ellis,” the class chimed.
Angelica Quinn raised her hand. “Ms. Ellis, when do we have the fire drill?” she inquired.
“Hmm...hang on.” Ms. Ellis looked at her purple wristwatch. “It’ll commence in five...four...three...two...one.”
Instantly, a loud buzzing rang through the classroom and throughout the school. “It’s the fire alarm!” Winston Conway yelled.
“All right, everyone,” Ms. Ellis said, raising her voice so that she could be heard above the buzzing. “You know what to do.”
“That’s right, we do know what to do,” said Lewis Abney, the smartest boy in class. “Right, everyone?”
I'm not kind just a liarI had run away from my home and former life. Don't ask why I would run away because I won't tell. As I made my way in the Gutter of east London I could say that it wasn't that fancy. I saw a little girl sitting all by her lonesome in a alley way. She wore a shabby brown dress I could tell that it had been pink once upon a time and one lonely shoe on her left foot. Her physical appearance was radder dirty and she looked hungry. I ruffled around in my right pocket and took out a a few coins barely enough to afford for food. I looked at the girl again and then back at the few coins. I decided to buy her some food. In a sense I didn't expect her to pay me back I just simply cared about her well being. I came back with a brown paper bag full of food in it was some apples, a little bread and a bunch of candy because I have a sugar tooth. I went over to the girl and said:I'm not kind just a liar10 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do you wanna share this with me?"
She looked at me in surprise and nodded slowly. I sat down beside her and sat the food
Perception Parte 1 Capitulo 3Inspiración:Perception Parte 1 Capitulo 310 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
¿Quién sabe de dónde viene la inspiración? Quizás surja de la desesperación, quizás de las carambolas del universo, de la bondad de las musas" -Amy Tan
Inspiración, ah hermosa y dulce inspiración. Brillante es tu presencia... Aunque más brillante es tu ausencia. Bellos son tus ojos, dos luceros resplandecientes, llenos de secretos y agridulces recuerdos. Tus labios susurran cosas que solo nosotros podemos entender. ¡Oh, bella inspiración! Eres nuestra musa y también somos tus esclavos. Nos enredamos en tus brillantes rizos hasta terminar siendo marionetas que plasman tus memorias de tantas distintas formas. Aveces ríes, aveces lloras, aveces nos asustas pero siempre nos haces ver el mundo de otro modo. Tus manos acarician nuestra alma y ya no tenemos elección. Oh, amada mía ¿Como podría algun día tapar mis oidos y dejar de verte? Mis cabellos palidecerán y mi vista se n
Perception Parte 1 Capitulo 2Annabel L.:Perception Parte 1 Capitulo 210 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un cigarrillo en su mano y un sueter de dos tallas más grande son lo que da entender que esa delgada figura es Annabel L.
Una linea azabache de cabello vuela detras de ella.
Sus brazos, marcados de agrios recuerdos, estan protegidos del frio y las odiosas miradas por ese sueter que le cae de un hombro y lleva algo sucio.
Camina sola por la calle y mira su reflejo en un charco en el piso.
Su rostro, frio e inmutable, tiene algunos arañazos y unas ojeras casi invisibles.
"La calle es dura" piensa.
Ella se mira y se pregunta: ¿Donde quedo Anna? ¿Donde esta la niña que gustaba de ver los lirios florecer?
-No esta.-susurra.-Esta dormida, pensando en lirios y margaritas.-se consuela a si misma.
Pone el cigarro en su boca y se abraza a si misma.
Contiene las ganas de llorar y recuerda que despues del Invierno siempre llega la Primavera
Mira al cielo y ve que el invierno sigue parado sobre este.
-Siete semanas más... Y Anna se levantara a jugar con las
Caiden's JournalCaiden's Journal12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Journal of Caiden Alexandria
Entry: The Recollection
Date: 01/16/2022, 1530 (Sunday, January 16, 2022, 15.3/35 hours Central Zentalis Time)
Location: URX Terra V, AlphaTerra City, Signus VI Colony, Infinite Sacrifice
I smile as I scan the anime streaming on the ceiling of the Main Hall within my massive home known as URX Terra V. Averting my eyes from the ceiling, I smile at my Neechan sitting on the couch tapping away at her laptop. My name is Caiden Alexandria, and this Caiden’s Journal.
Rising to my feet, my vision falls upon my white tennis shoes, my racecar diapers snug around my waist, and finally my red T-shirt. My ears flicker between a pitch black crown of hair and my tail flutters in the air behind me while I absorb the peaceful aura surrounding the Main Hall. Waddling toward my elder sister, I land next to her
Secrets Never To Be Told - Chapter 6Chapter 6 - That NightSecrets Never To Be Told - Chapter 613 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Savannah suddenly grinned at us all. “Did you miss me?”
Snapping out of the stunned silence, Elle rushed forward and threw her arms around her. Savannah laughed.
“So I take it by that that you did.”
Ariadne went to hug her as did all three of the boys. Crossing my arms, I glared at her.
“Where the hell have you been?”
She pouted. “Come on. Don’t be like that. It’s been hard since that – that night.”
Trying to hold my ground, I failed miserably hugging her anyway. “So where have you been?”
“I’ve been adjusting to my new found status as a supernatural.” She rolled her eyes.
I wanted to pretend that nothing had changed but looking into her crimson eyes I knew that was a lie. Everything had changed.
“What happened that night Savannah?” I said quietly.
“I think you know or at least you can guess.”
Secrets Never To Be Told - Chapter 5Chapter 5 - Once there were sevenSecrets Never To Be Told - Chapter 513 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Music blared from the speakers in the training room attached to Ariadne’s house. The large space was funded by Ariadne’s parents who were very high members of the council, so they could afford it.
The dance track drowned out the clashing of swords. Jason and Charlie duelled in the centre of the room. Sweat rolled off them dripping down their biceps. They were both highly skilled swordsmen and were pretty evenly matched. Elle furiously shot arrows at the targets quickly taking them from the quiver strapped to her back. She was panting from the physical exertion needed to duck and dodge the magical arrows enchanted to fly towards its shooter after hitting its point.
Ariadne lay on her stomach watching the sword fight. She tossed a throwing knife back and forth between her hands absentmindedly.
“Aren’t you supposed to be training as well?” I asked amused.
“Yes but I’m enjoying myself way too much
Tragic Love: Case #0001 Part 1 Imagine yourself seeing a happy family. No problems, no large arguments, a happy loving family. A loving mother, a proud father, two youthful children, no older then ten. The boy, older than his sister, was named Louis, eight years old, good grades, no problems, but had very little friends, not that he minded. He was emerald eyes, which glistened in the sun, sandy blonde hair that was swept to the left covering his eyes a bit. He was nice defined cheek bones and petite lips and a small button nose. Then there was Hope, his sister, only six years old at the time. She had soft brown hair that was a nice wavy texture, big light hazel eyes, and full pink lips, if you looked closely she had freckles decorating her pale skin over her cheeks and small nose. Always had a bright smile, which brightened anyone's day and her laughter were the soothing sounds of silver bells. Her brother named her Hope, because he thought God had sent himTragic Love: Case #0001 Part 120 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This