Makorra: First Year11Vacation.Makorra: First Year1119 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Do you have everything?” Mako asked as he walked out of the short hallway of his and his wife’s apartment, picking up a standing amber eyed infant as he did.
Korra was standing in front of the couch, looking over the neat piles of things her husband set up for her while she was at a council meeting, trying to think if there was anything of hers that he missed. “I think so,” Korra said as she twisted her gold band around her finger as she thought. “Did you get all of the girls’ things? Bottles, diapers, clothes, --.”
“I went down the list and got it all. Don’t worry,” Mako interrupted before giving the slightly worried Avatar a kiss on her forehead. “Besides, if we forget something, I’m sure your mother can think of a solution or help us find a baby store in the South Pole.”
The couple were getting ready for a long boat trip all the way to the South Pole to celebrate their daughte
Death's Angel RPDeath's Angel RPDeath's Angel RP13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yup. It finally happened. You died. Or, more precisely, are dying. You don't know when for sure; this month, this week, tomorrow.
It's unsure, but you know you are dying. You might be taking this news with calmness, or your ready to freak out and break down. Either way, it doesn't matter. Your dying...and it's all the fault of fate. Your dying because -
B. Simply unknown causes(you can make up a reason here)
C. You were at a crime, and got fatally hurt.
Now, after receiving the news less than a half an hour ago, you are all alone, seeing as you wanted to be...what are you doing?
A. Your choice
B. Your choice
C. Your choice
Things to know:
1. All "angels" - otherwise known as Grim Reapers - are male. Sorry.
2. Romance is a option, I honestly encourage it. Whether it's MxF or MxM.
3. No, your character won't actually die. It's just for the setting. They'll live. I promise.
4. If you actually WANT to do the RP, as in I will respond and such, put "No
Charlotte's WishThe maths in Floddenbury School had been proving far more difficult than at her old school. Charlotte would sit night after night battling with her homework, her eyes growing redder from effort every day. The maths teacher, a nasty piece of work, with looks to match, taunted Charlotte on a regular basis. His smirk, when Charlotte asked him to repeat, what he thought to be a very simple explanation on something, crossed from ear to ear and threatened to split his face in half. Charlotte kept wishing it would. To see his huge, furry chin come loose and bounce upon the tiled classroom floor would have given her great delight, as it meant the smirk would have ceased for good.Charlotte's Wish23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Logarithms, division, algebra, equations? all those nasties seemed to be dominating her life: they were like little taunting trolls dancing round her incessantly with Mr Blog, the math’s teacher – the leader of the trolls, directing them with obvious glee.
‘And what don’t you understand this ti
Hiccup x Reader Ch 7 Hiccup’s POVHiccup x Reader Ch 719 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Nightfury and I were staring at each other, never stopping eye contact. This Nightfury looks so much like Toothless, but it looked to be a little more…feminine? It has a slightly smaller body than Toothless, but everything else looks the same.
The Nightfury moved closer to me, I backed up one step; this repeated several times until I backed into the side of a house.
The Nightfury leaned in close to me, smelling my scent and looking into my eyes, almost like it was judging me. I raised my hand to try to gain Nightfury’s trust but it growled and stood up on its hind legs.
I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the worst but it never came. When I reopened my eyes, the Nightfury was back on all fours and staring at me, almost innocently. I put my hand out in front of me and this time, the Nightfury nuzzled into my hand.
“You’re not so bad now, are you? Just a little misunderstood,” I smiled, scratching under the Nightfury’s
IAOD ii: 6-Brawl of FeelingsTwilight picks a name and it was, suprisingly, Dusk. She became crimson.IAOD ii: 6-Brawl of Feelings12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Applejack lifts her hat and sly-smiles. "i see you are blushin' like a fresh new red apple, twi" she said.
Twilight clears throat and looks at dusk. "Dusk, Truth or Dare?"
Dusk was mentally thinking through the future perdicamints. "if i say dare, she could dare me to kiss her...or something bad. So if i pick truth, she'd make me spill the beans of liking her...ugh."
"Well?" Twilight asked.
"ok. i dare you.....to..." Pinkie whispers in her ear for an option. Twilight turns redder and wings pomfed, which knocked over pinkie and bumps dusk a bit. "...um...to....k...kiss me..."
All the stallions, even 'scotch, eyes popped open and looked at the purple stallion.
"What." Dusk said in monotone.
"Kiss her!" Pinkie shrieked in giddy.
Both alicorns get pushed by the partiers.
"um...eheh....y-y..you...i-i...never got kissed before" twilight began. "a-and...i-i--"
she got interupted by a certain stallions lip
If Only They Knew Ch. 24Chapter 24: A Chance to Bring Back a LossIf Only They Knew Ch. 2411 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Are you serious?!” cried Dot.
“We can bring Amelia back?!” cried Jet Pack Guy.
“So… there really is a way?” PH asked.
“Gary, what did it say?” asked Aunt Arctic.
“Dusk left some instructions that can lead us to the cave with the waterfall that had that portal to take us back to our time from the future. In this time, it’s not a time portal, but a portal to a blank space where things that existed once were erased. If we can open the portal and find Amelia, then we can bring her back home,” Gary explained.
“We must bring Amelia back!” cried Rookie.
“Wait a minute! She had to seal that… monster in her soul, so won’t that mean we’ll bring it here to Club Penguin with her?” said Dot.
“If we find Amelia, then there’s a big chance that she won’t have that thing in her soul anymore. It would have been erased to, but to an
SM For ThieviusracoonusOne sunny day Carla Brown Cow got an assignment from her job at The Celestial City’s Science Institute. She is assign to discuss four individuals whom have a strange lifestyle.SM For Thieviusracoonus20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carla: According to this note I have to research four dog people named Sora, Riku, Kairi and Felicia also known as the BBG dogs…BBG? Wonder what that stands for?
She gotten her answer when she opens the door and saw four dogs wrapped up in heavy bags, tied up with ropes and gagged.
Carla: OH NO! WHAT HAPPEN! HERE LET ME UNTIE YOU!
She tries to untie the ropes and undo their gags but no matter how hard she tried she can’t get them free.
Carla: Oh dear hang on I’ll find something to cut you…huh?
She finds a note and read it out loud.
Carla: “Dear Carla. As you can guess we’re a bit tied up but it’s not a robbery. We are bound, bagged and gagged dogs. We are forever trap in our bondage world but it’s not so bad. We’re immortal so we don’t worry too m
Wendy HouseDoctor Samuel is checking my heart with the stethoscope. Every day, he and the nurses check my heart. Once in the morning and once at night after dinner. Sometimes, Doctor Samuel lets me listen to my heart beat too. I like using the stethoscope. When listening through the stethoscope, I can hear my heart beating clearly into my ears. Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump. It’s my heart speaking to me, telling me that I’m still alive.Wendy House6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When Doctor Samuel leaves, the room becomes quiet again. I can hear the clock ticking. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Nine o’clock. Ten o’clock. Eleven o’clock. The clock smirks. ‘Aren’t you bored?’ He asks. I’m very bored. The walls are white. The floors are white. The bed sheets are white. And even the door is white! It needs to be more like my classroom. Walls filled with rainbow magic. Red and pink cut out hearts. Orange smiley faces. Yellow squiggly suns. Green spikes of cellophane grass. Blue st
ZaneThe creamy waja pup batted at a butterfly and sighed, hopping onto his paws. “I’m bored,” he whined.Zane13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Zane,” his father scolded, “you’ve been complaining for the past hour! Just… sit down and enjoy the nice day.”
“But I don’t want to!” Zane flopped back onto his stomach, letting out a short ’oof’. Like this he stayed for a few minutes, staring sullenly at the ground, until his nose twitched into the air, sniffing at a mouth-watering scent…
“Zane!” his father called. “I got you some delicious lamb chops!”
Zane’s eyes widened and his head whipped around. He stared for a few seconds before turning back resolutely and shaking his head quickly. “No!” he squeaked.
He glared stubbornly at the dirt, occasionally pawing at stray ants. Suddenly, the smell intensified, and his father, unbeknownst to him, chuckled quietly. “Are you sure?”
Zane looked at th
The Girl and the Horse There once was a little Girl who lived on a farm. She loved the farm, but loved her Horse even more so than the farm. Since the first day they were together, nothing split them apart. After breakfast, she'd brush the Horse's mane. The Horse in turn would let the Girl play with him. They even ate lunch together on clear, sunny days. She would read him stories, and would carry her on his back. At night, the Girl dreamed about playing with the Horse, just as the Horse did the same sleeping in the barn.The Girl and the Horse16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, she came out to the barn to find her Horse's stable empty. She searched high and low, thinking the Horse was playing Hide n' seek. Seeing the Horse to be nowhere, she broke into tears of sadness. “My Horse, my Horse is gone! Where did he go?”, she cried. She sat in a corner next to the window, huddled, sobbing. As she sat there, she felt a slight draft from the window. Surprise struck across her face as
In the Pit: too closeMy mother had a saying: we always become what we love the least. I used to think she was trying to scare me into being a good girl, but over the years I've realized that it’s true...especially since I've become a prime example.In the Pit: too close2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wasn't trained to be a killer. Quite the opposite, actually; I was in training to be a healer when my mother died.
I don’t remember her face, just her voice. I guess it’s better that way, because if we become what we love the least, I’d’ve long since become her.
Tal knows I have problems, and he tries to play psychologist, constantly. He’s always trying to get into my head; trying to figure out why I don’t speak, anymore.
He won’t figure it out, of course. He couldn't know about Kaori, and if he did, he’d be silent as well.
I guess Tal is becoming what I’m not. He treats my wounds, even the ones he knows will never truly go away. And he’s patient, and so…calm. He never yells when I flinch,
Dry: Chapter One"Rain, Rain, go away, come again some other day"Dry: Chapter One22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are just like rain, you are cold"
"Nobody likes it when you stick around, you ruin everyone’s plans!"
Yes, I do. It's not my fault.
Rain is a part of the sky. Does this mean I should be in the sky? Helping rain come down, landing in the perfect spots? Can I help the flowers in the ground grow? Can I make people happy for once?
Or will I also ruin people’s life. Making them depressed in the way I feel? Will I drown them in sorrow? Will they just become depressed because of me?
Rain is a bad thing. Rain just ruins everyone’s day, and I can't do anything about it. Everyone will always despise me, and I will never be able to stop them from feeling that way.
Rain is also a good thing in some cases, because it can help things grow, it can make some peoples first kiss wish come true, it can make the date, or ruin it..
Somehow, I always ruin everything.
Everyone just hated me for some reaso
Wolf Brat Ch 26“We can’t kill her!” Shadow protested, his blood colored eyes widening in a vile mixture of surprise and horror. His body was tense, his figure lean and powerful, the muscles rippling smoothly beneath his skin as they bunched, the thick sole of his hiking boot echoing loudly as he took a tentative step forward, only to skitter back moments later. He pressed his fragile body back against the wall, feeling the cold brick bite through the thin fabric of his shirt, the alpha male who had so graciously turned him now inches from his face.Wolf Brat Ch 262 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“We will do as we’re told,” he snarled, baring the gleaming white surface of his fangs, saliva timidly dripping from their edges, as if to sheepish to admit their cowardly retreat. “Especially you, Shadow. Need I remind you what happens to my subordinates should they care to disobey?”
His ears were flat against his head, the mop that had once been his hair was now neatly trimmed, no more than spikey fuzz now.
What I left unspokenWhat I left unspokenWhat I left unspoken16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Do you remember that promise? Yes, that promise of always being friends, no matter what happened with the relationship we were in. It was a promise we made from the very start, it was your way to tell me to calm down, and not stress out over what I felt in my heart...that no matter how hard we fought for this relationship to last, the End's result would be as bitter as it is now.
I can't help but express my feelings, these which I hide behind the innocent look in my purple eyes. I am good at hiding (almost too good, no one notices my presence) I still wonder why you had picked me, from the very start.
I wasn't the type of girl you liked, you always wanted someone who was cuter and would express herself more than I ever did, probably like Sophia is. Please don't look at this letter and say what I say is complete nonsense, that she wasn't anything to you back then, because I know it's a lie.
I don't place any blame on you. I simply state how things were
This Life is Sweeter than Fiction“Candace! You arrived just in time!”This Life is Sweeter than Fiction23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Whaaaat’s going on here…?”
The fifteen years old girl walked into a very bright white room. On the floor there were several buckets filled with colorful paint and seven brushes.
And then there were a kid with red hair, a girl all dressed in pink, a Japanese girl dressed in sky-blue clothes, a green-haired boy, an hippie teenage girl and a kid with an Indian kid with a blue outfit.
Candace Flynn was confused; where was she? Why were all of her friends there as well? But, mostly…
“Where are the walls of this room?” the orange-haired teen asked, searching for a wall corner or a window in that white, empty space.
“Right here, big sister!” the red-head boy answered, knocking on an invisible wall next to him.
“So…let me understand: why are we in a room with invisible wall? Oh, I’m gonna bust you for bringing me in a dream-like space with no doors and windows!”. The
365 DaysContinued 365 days; today is my birthday, July 16, 15. He came today, just like the other three-hundred sixty-five days. There is no end. Once I wake up, my day is repeated. I noticed, yet i kept quiet.365 Days2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I carried the same feeling everyday of the year. The ticking of the Grandfather clock was the only thing keeping me sane. I love him, very much. Each day, the feeling of loneliness and sadness would pile up until I can no longer hold it in.
"Lukas," I spoke up. "I love you."
This day out of three-hundred sixty-five days, was different. From the same patters, today changed.
But then the clock stroke twelve, the day my birthday ended.
Everything swirled around me. Different emotions swerved in different intervals. I struggled to pull one out.
"Don't go!" I begged, but he continued on like nothing was happening. He whispered sweet nothings in an empty copy of me, taking every moment, piece by piece. "Stay with me! Forever!" I begged him, but inside, i didnt want him to suffer the same fate
If Only They Knew Ch. 25Chapter 25: Home AgainIf Only They Knew Ch. 2511 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The EPF agents teleported to the Mineshack and headed inside to follow the tunnel for the underwater cave underneath the Forest. Once there, they tried to remember where the cave that looked like the one from the future was located. It wasn’t easy locating it, since the agents couldn’t remember where it was before, but they found it after a long search and began to go inside.
It was dark in the tunnel, but Gary pulled out his Flashlight 3000 and lit the way for the agents. They walked for a little while, but the light died sometime later. Rookie began to freak out (he must be scared of the dark), but Dot and Jet Pack Guy helped calm him down by lighting up a couple of torches. Jet Pack Guy held onto one while Dot carried the other.
Wolf in a SnowstormThe wolf growled under his breath as he struggled through the blizzard, seeking a warm cave. He glanced briefly at his shoulder where a small chip of ice had struck him, but this was a mistake. The howling wind pushed at him, forcing him to lower his head and crouch. The wind shrieked and swirled around him, ruffling his thick fur and stinging his face. He flattened his ears and pressed on, cracking the snow’s thick crust with his heavy, numb paws.Wolf in a Snowstorm12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Suddenly, his ears pricked. He heard something faintly past the roaring wind. He crouched down again and waited. Soon, the wind abated, and he could make out tiny snuffling noises in the snow. He sniffed at the crust and brought down a paw on it, breaking through it. He saw nothing different, but he smelled something.
He scooped up the small creature huddled in the snow. It gave a soft whimper of complaint, but he paid it no attention. He sniffed at it. It was a puff of white fur with long ears, a rabbit, and it smelled delicious. He l
Aesop-esque fableThe field of flowers was quiet, but for the butterfly’s boasting. “Look at me,” he gloated. “I am so beautiful. I am the most beautiful butterfly in this whole field.”Aesop-esque fable12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He flew over to the caterpillar. “And you,” he declared, “are just an ugly little beast.”
It was true. The butterfly, though impolite, was stunning. The kind little caterpillar who always was good, and always thought deeply prior to speech, was unattractive and plain.
The caterpillar just turned and took a leaf. He swallowed a big piece.
The butterfly flapped around him, trying to get his attention. “Also,” he added, “I can fly. You cannot fly with your silly, long body.”
But the caterpillar kept on munching his leaf, quietly thinking to himself. He ignored the braggart butterfly.
The butterfly soared to the tree-tops. “Look at me!” he cried. “Even the flowers are not as brilliant as I! I am the most handsome butterfly in the
Dry Rain was rain. When the sky turns grey, you know that rain was going to come. It was just a fact. The cold, wet drops coming from the clouds like the sky was crying. Each drop landing anywhere on the planet, making everything in sight wet.Dry 22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rain is just like tears. Tears come and go, but will always be apart of you. Like how it would never stop raining. Tears can come when you are sad, happy, frustrated, or even if you just feel like crying. They are tears.
Tears is just like rain, so does that mean Rain Handle has to be grey and damp all the time, or can she be dry and happy with love.