El perro 2James P. Sullivan, se paseaba de un lado a otro de la sala, sin detener sus pasos pesados que resonaban a pesar la existencia de la alfombra debajo de él, emitiendo por momentos, suaves gruñidos amenazadores por la indecisión que vivía en ese instante.El perro 217 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Por unos segundos se detenía levantando la cabeza como si una idea llegara a su mente, para después reiniciar su camino negando suavemente con la cabeza y bajándola nuevamente, sin dejar de mover su cola de un lado a otro.
El pequeño Michael James Sullivan, se encontraba sentado en el sofá más grande y largo de todo el set de sillones que adornaban la sala, mismo que podía tener tres monstruos de tamaño media, cuatro o más de tamaño pequeño y a su madre cuando le daba por dormir en ese sofá, manteniendo las manos unidas al frente, colgando, y la mirada agachada, esperando que empezara en cualquier momento el regaño, o le jalara del pellejo del cuello par
This is LoveTadashi huffed as he drove on his scooter out into the brightly lite San Fransokyo night. Hiro had texted him at about 2 AM telling him that he needed help. Tadashi knew that he had been out bot fighting this late at night, and it made him very angry that Hiro had contacted him now and wanted help. He decided that he was going to have to give a solid punishment to Hiro in order to get the point across to him.This is Love20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As he turned the corner he came up to the ally way where Hiro said Tadashi would find him. He turned off his scooter and began to walk down the ally. "Hiro? Hiro where are you? I am so mad at you! if you weren't being such a bonehead!" he cried. Then he suddenly looked over, and a few feet away from him he saw Hiro lying on the ground in a small heap. He could see dried blood on his forehead and he had bruising all over him. Suddenly Tadashi's angry emotions drained out of him like water, and he felt it suddenly being replaced with fear and worry for his little brother.
The Best Mom EverToday was a very important day for Hiro, and in more ways then one he wanted it to be very special and perfect. Why you may ask? well today was Mother's Day and Hiro decided that this year he wanted to do something very special for Aunt Cass because she had been there for him very well this past year after he lost Tadashi. Plus, she had always technically been his mom for him, because Hiro never remembered his mom, unlike Tadashi who had.The Best Mom Ever21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hiro had sent Aunt Cass out for the morning so he could get started. He had his friends come over and they all helped him to bake some really great treats for Aunt Cass to eat. Baymax helped Hiro to decorate the cafe so it looked all nice and decorated pretty for Aunt Cass. Honey helped bring in flowers, as GoGo brought in a large and beautiful cake.
Wasabi and Fred followed Hiro's recipes of special foods that Aunt Cass liked as they worked on making them together.
As everyone was working Hiro began to reminisce about past times in life with having A
Reflection“What do you want to do Simi?”Reflection9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Simi and Canoas were sitting on the edge of the Bridge, their feet dangling over the Zasha River. Simi gazed at the river with respect, her reflection staring back at her.
“What do you want to do Sagra?” she called to it. Then she nodded to herself as if the girl in the river said something.
“We want to skip rocks.” She led the way to the bank. Canoas followed, not at all fazed by the behavior. He had learned why she does this when he was very young. Now at age sixteen, he just accepted it; after all, he was her only friend. Once he had questioned it, she hadn’t talked to him for six months. They were at the same river…
“Sagra likes to watch the birds fly. She likes their pretty feathers,” said Simi.
“How do you know that? She’s not even real. It’s just your reflection.”
Her face flamed and she clenched her hands. For a twelve-year-old, she was very furious.