~First Christmas~Something for mah snugglebuggle~~First Christmas~10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A short fluff of the Creepypasta welcoming Lubbock from Akame Ga Kill into the family via Christmas~
The green haired male scratched at his stitches as he watched the group hand out presents. As it would turn out, the pasta's celebrated Christmas early- because on the day of they all went out for a huge killing spree. The result of the spree usually ended with a news report on the "Christmas massacre", not that it made a difference to him. He wasn't one of them- not really. He was just someone one of them took pity on and brought home. A bitter look adorned his face as he turned to gaze at the woman held responsible- a golden tailed kitsune with self esteem issues. She'd found him after he'd been attacked, and had gotten friends to bring him home with her.
She'd convinced them to keep him alive. Eventually his woman came for him, and she was convinced to stay with them. He did so too, for her s
The Kitten*The Kitten16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The large twin-engined jet fighter banked slightly to its left as the pilot tried to have a better view of the monstrous abomination in front of his very eyes. It hovered over the waters, pulsating as the tentacles spread over its green and brown skin stretched and retracted, trying to aim for something that wasn’t there. As it pulsated that way, the thing seemed to grow slightly. Or maybe it was Norman’s impression. He couldn’t still wrap his head about how large that thing was. It seemed to loom over the horizon, so huge it was grotesque. Trying to overcome his uneasiness, Norman adjusted his mask, twisting the control stick slightly to bring the F-14 jet into level flight.
“There’s no turning back,” he muttered, “prepare the missiles.”
Then he looked at his rear-view mirrors, spread over the canopy’s frame, to get a look at his backseat driver. He immediately gasped in disbelief. There was no one there. He was alone against tha
The first chickenThe first chicken55 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two days ago, Adam was 8 years old. Then his parents decided that he was ready! That he is old enough for his first murder! Oh, no, nothing criminal in this was not. Adam and his parents lived on a farm. They had a large farm: cows, chickens, sheep. But first, Adam had to cope with chicken. Father Adam went to the city on business. The boy remained at home with his mother.
"I do not want" - said Adam.
"Look, - his mother said. - Someday, you will become the owner of this farm. I want you to be an excellent job with it. All your friends who live next door to us, great help in a slaughterhouse. So, I do not want to hear excuses. "
"Yes, Mom. Well "- said Adam doomed.
They walked to the paddock for the chickens. Son woman pointed to one of the chickens. Black.
"She's going to hurt?" - Asked the boy.
"My dear, I will not deceive you. For a time, it will hurt. But, it's over quickly. Come on! You still have to make their own. "
Adam was wearing only some shorts that he corrected without end
WeihnachtenDer eiskalte Wind stieß ihr die langen dunklen Haare aus dem Gesicht und lies sie frieren. Ihr Blick schweifte über die vertraute Silhouette des Dorfes zu ihren Füßen.Weihnachten5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sie zog ihren Schal über den Mund und lief weiter den Weg hinab. Der Schnee knirschte unter ihren Schuhen. Sie konnte jetzt den großen Baum auf dem Marktplatz sehen und blieb erneut stehen. Er war so schön wie schon vor Jahren. Als sie noch hier gelebt hatte.
Die Lichterkette glitzerte wie tausend Eiskristalle die zwischen den Nadeln hängen. Ihr Atem bildete Wölkchen vor ihrem Gesicht und sie setzte sich wieder in Bewegung.
Sie lief vorbei an den Häusern, die Aussahen, als seien sie mit Zuckerguss überzogen. Ihr Blick streifte den zugefrorenen Brunnen mit seiner ganz eigenen, kalten, Schönheit.
Sie liebte diese Jahreszeit mehr als alle anderen. Alles sah aus wie ein gigantisches Kunstwerk und es war ruhig egal wo man war.
Als sie an der Bäckerei vorbei kam
Little hopeLittle hope13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A tiny dragon about the age of four sat in a straw made chair in a poorly lit hovel, shaking and silently crying to herself. Why him? Why now? She asked herself, hugging her silver jade legs while wrapping her forest green lily tail around herself. Please help him.....dear Ursa….she prayed in her mind.
“Artemis…?” came a gentle yet slightly raspy voice
She turned to see a giant black rat with matted fur walking towards her on all four.
“Artemis what are you doing here!?” he whispered “You know you’re not supposed to be here”
Without warning Artemis jumped off the chair and ran straight towards the rat, wrapping as much of his neck as she could with her short arms, while crying silently into his fur. Slowly he lifted himself up on both hindquarters while supporting Artemis tiny body with his left arm