The Beautiful RoseThe Beautiful Rose2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A man trudged across the streets of his urban hometown. Snow clung to his slick, black hair and navy blue overcoat. He carried the stresses of work and other clutter that mucked away at his mind. But this repetitive anguish was no match for the oasis he was headed for. The book store. His home. His sanctuary. He flung open the door to escape the snowfall outside. He contemplated a nice and warm mug of coffee to complete his winter haven. Smiles from the staff lit up around him, for he was a well-known regular. An older gentleman owned the establishment, and managed it alongside his loving wife and teenage daughter. They too adored the man. While the wife organized the shelves and the husband fixed coffee, their daughter would sit and eagerly listen to the man's stories.
At first, he'd make the youth laugh with hilarious experiences from his workplace. In reality, the man would take his worst experiences on the job, and turn them into funny ones. He cared not
We'll be a perfect FamilyEin Foto fällt zu Boden. Es muss sich aus dem Fotoalbum gelöst haben, das ich aus dem Regal gezogen habe. Draußen regnet es in Strömen, das Zimmer ist kalt. Ich setze mich auf das knarzende Bett, lausche dem hypnotischen Geräusch des Regens. Es ist das einzige Geräusch, das man im Haus hören kann. Stille. Ich bin ganz für mich, wieder. Ich öffne das Album.We'll be a perfect Family22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eine kleine Familie. Sie strahlt mir glücklich entgegen.
Eine junge Frau und ein junger Mann, die stolz ihr Neugeborenes in die Kamera halten.
„Willkommen auf der Welt! Chakko, unser kleiner Prinz“, steht daneben.
Mein großer Bruder, das erste Kind meiner Eltern, und er ist so unschuldig. Ich blättere vorsichtig um.
„Chakkos erster Besuch bei Oma und Opa“, steht unter einem Bild. Ein kleines Baby, das aus dem Kinderwagen heraus verdutzt auf die vielen Leute um sich herum blickt.
„Ein anstrengender Tag, auch für Mama“<
Hold the phone pt 2Instead you ask:Hold the phone pt 25 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are their names?"
For a second he doesn't respond and you don't think he heard you. You did have a rather soft voice, perhaps you should speak a little louder? He finally looks up just as you consider the thought.
"Parsley, Sage and Rosemary."
You smile again. Such cute names!
"How lovely! They must be angels!"
Mr. Capoe grunts.
"Devil's more like it. What's the name of yours?"
His face goes blank and he nods but you can tell something went on in his mind just then.
He looks as if he was going to ask another question but then your younger sister, Ismene runs toward your table.
She pulls you into a hug.
"It's sooo good to see you!"
You're surprised by her sudden pleasantness and so you say nothing.
"Reminisce?" Your older sister, Korea looks surprised to see you. You smile tightly. Korea had blossomed even more into a beautiful rose of a woman compared to the last time you saw he
Roadtrip Sisters (Pt.1) Avery woke up to the vibration of her phone her hand. She was a little surprised to see her sister was calling, they hadn't talked much since she moved out. Avery wiped the drool from her face and answered the call with a sleepy voice, "Hey Booger Brain, you woke me up."Roadtrip Sisters (Pt.1)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her sister laugh from the other line, "Shut up Fart Breath. It's freaking 11 o'clock, Almost noon."
Avery smiled. Her and Alice had used those names for each other since they were young girls, she guessed they were both too immature to grow out of them. Avery looked at the time on her phone, "Oh shit, I did sleep in." She was usually good about waking up early even in the summertime. Avery figured she stayed up too late texting Blake, hence why she woke up with her phone still in her hand. She must have fallen asleep texting. "Well I'm up now, whatcha calling for Alice?" Avery asked while sitting up from bed and looking
LKNB You and Me Ch.1LKNB You and Me Ch.11 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“On your left, Lorrie!” Resha yelled from somewhere behind me. I turned to my left not knowing where the hell I was looking since my eyesight was gone. I threw a punch landing it in someone’s face. I didn’t know who, but I felt the cracking as I broke his jaw. I stood there motionless waiting for my next instruction. It had been an hour or two since we had begun today’s training session and I was very tired and frustrated. I felt a hit on my shoulder, a light one but it hurt nonetheless.
“We’re not always going to be there, Lorrie. You need to focus your senses and think. Have patience and a calm mind while in battle!” Mel was yelling from somewhere in front of me some yards away. I felt several hits to my back as I fell forward onto my knee. I got angry and when I did I felt a burning sensation throughout my body. It swirled inside me and I felt it push out and spread throughout the entire room. I heard footsteps to my left and my right
Prompt 1 - Underwater"TOMORROW! No ifs, ands or buts!" I moved the reciever away from my ear as the landlord yelled into the line.Prompt 1 - Underwater5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Y-yes, sir." I replied meekly. He went on for a few more minutes about my late rent before angrily hanging up. Where was I going to get 120$ when I was broke!?
I only had this apartment because of my brother, a good friend of the landlord here. Recently, the landlord had divorved his wife and he was taking out his anger on the tenants. My neighbors had been complaining about him lessening the leash on them when it came to paying the rent. I was late as is, and the only reason I still had a roof over my head is because my brother paid off my rent for me last month.
As an aspiring artist, I was rejected from certain jobs on a regular basis. My style was different from others to say the least. I can't really describe how though. Not without sounding arrogant at least.
My brother keeps advising me to find a steady job to keep money flowing, and do art on the side. I hate that. It'
Fragments of The Future: Remembering The PastThis story takes place ten years from today.Fragments of The Future: Remembering The Past1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Batibat has graduated from Melfar Academy and Victor was resigned from The International Secret Police Force. The two were married for nine years and they lived a comfortable life. Batibat was now a lawyer and Victor was now a correctional officer. The were quite happy together and they had children of their own. Twins to be exact. The older twin was a boy named Ciel, for his sweet smile can brighten up anyone's rainy day. And the younger twin was a girl named Ivy, for Batibat remembered how lovely the ivy looked as it clung to a tree while she was in Japan.
Ivy was a rather curious girl. Always wanting to learn about something or how something worked etc.
Ciel on the other hand, let's just say he nearly always has his nose stuck in a book.
Nonetheless, the two were very close to each other.
It was a warm summer day. Victor was wo
Mama, can I read to you?"Mama! I'm going to read to you." The voice called out.Mama, can I read to you?2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
And in a slow rhythm and a soft voice the words lulled me into a calm.
He pressed against me turning the pages slowly and describing the pictures. Occasionally he saw a word he knew and excitedly informed me of the "Letter's Magic."
But soon the book had come to the end, and he looked up at me with those big brown eyes, "Can we read one more?" he begged.
"No, baby, no. I have to leave now." I smiled, trying to hide the pain of my own horrible words.
"That's okay. Next time I will read a bigger story." He smiled.
I nodded as he buried his face in my neck, hugging me as if he would never let go. I squeezed him tightly, and pulled away. "I love you, read lots of good books." I said.
My heart stayed behind as I pulled away, leaving a void in my soul that grew wider with each mile I traveled.
The weeks passed in silence. I called as often as I could, but it was often short, or late, or both. And the weeks turned into months and finally
Mrs. Barley's baby.She huddled him closer to her, turning her back to the big window next to the door.Mrs. Barley's baby.17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Quiet, now, my darling. Quiet now. I'll not let him get you.” Her words became less recognizable, until they were no more than soothing noises. She rocked him in her arms, now and then looking over her shoulder.
He was still there.
But he would not get him. Not this time.
She'd had a dream, last night. She had been walking up and down her room, just like she did now. She'd had her baby in her arms, just like she had now.
In the dream she'd felt the precense, more then seen or heard it, but she'd been down-to-earth about it. “It's nothing,” she had told herself, “It's just a shadow, that's all. It's nothing. I have too much imagination.”
But then she had felt an ice-cold breath going down her neck, freezing her spine. And when she had looked down at her baby...
She shivered. She didn't want to think about it anymore. It'd been a dream. Just a stupid dream. The small b
Underwell - Mother It took Peter just a few minutes, no more than five, for certain. Taking chalk, drawing on the ground, painting the image colourful and live in his mind. A work of art. A lady was quickly scratched on the cement, a woman of white contours. Her hair was long, she wore a dress and a big heart rested on her chest. This is what he imagined her to look like. This is what she would be. Probably. It was nothing but a kid's drawing, the pavement it was on covered it immediately with dirt. But little Peter didn't mind as he lay himself down in the middle of her belly curling into a tight ball of flesh that he was. And even though the day was windy, even though the land was cold, for the first time in a very long while Peter finally felt warm.Underwell - Mother2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Olivia's BeginningsOlivia's Beginnings6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every contestant has their origin story. And this is no exception. This is the story of one Olivia Love, and how she became the Hard Rock/Metalhead she is today.
It was Recess for the five year old Olivia, as she was playing within her group. She sighed, as she looked out into the rest of the field.
“Man, there's a whole field of goodies for us to play with!” Olivia lamented. “And we're stuck here with the safest of safe.”
“I dunno...” A student spoke out. “It doesn't feel safe. Everyone's bigger than us.”
“So is the teacher, but we're not afraid of her!” Olivia replied back, as she eyed what appeared to be an older student. He had blonde hair slicked back, with a blue streak in it, as well as having a piercing in his ear.
“And who is he?” Olivia asked, keeping her eye on him.
“Oh, him?” The student replied back.
I should have listened to her. Wedgie story.So this takes place a few days after I was on the receiving end of my atomic wedgie from my girlfriend, Katie. From that day on, I decided to wear boxers instead of briefs. So far, she only did playful tugs on the back of my boxers, but that was all about to change. Anyway, I was plotting to get her back since the day she stretched my underwear over my head, and when we were studying at her house, I had the perfect opportunity. We had been reviewing english for a good hour, when I went to get some water. On the way back, I saw a little bit of her panties sticking out of her pants while she was sitting down. I placed my water down on her desk, and somehow sneaked behind her and locked my thumbs onto her underpants. She dropped her pencil as her eyes went wide.I should have listened to her. Wedgie story.5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Don’t even think about it, John.”
“I’ll make you suffer.”
“It’ll be worth it.” I took a deep breath as her panties went all the way up to the top of he
Someone Is Waiting Warnings: Mpreg, Alistair x Zevran Arainai.Someone Is Waiting 6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Alistair can't sleep since the baby is constantly kicking him at night.
Alistiar couldn't sleep, well he was sleeping before but not entirely. He was staring up at the ceiling of the bed, glancing down at his giant orb that has grown over the months, he slowly glided his hand over the bump trying to calm the child within. But that sadly didn't work, he winced as another kick went to his stomach, deciding that it would be hard to get the baby to sleep he carefully gotten himself in a sitting upright position and was careful not to wake up his lover, Zevran.
He gave a silent sigh, he didn't had a good nights rest in about a month or so due to the child's restlessness these days. Zevran always gave a laugh about it saying that the child was exciting to meet them, that didn't make Alistair laugh he was pretty much serious about how he didn't like the child kicking him.
"Your up again, mi amor." Zevran said, sleepily
What's in a name?Curious striking silver eyes peered over the edge of the desk trying to read the paper the girl twice his age was working on. He couldn't make out many of the words yet, many of them too complicated for his young mind, but one in particular stood out on the page. Her name. It reminded the boy of a question he'd thought of a couple days ago when she was at school and he was looking through her stuff like children his age are bound to do. He turned his curious gaze upwards to stare at her. "Hey Mel?"What's in a name?3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pausing in her writing to indulge the child, admittedly her favorite pastime, she smiled at the thought of answering another of his questions. Those were always fun. They could be as outrageous and creative as whether or not girls wore dresses to hide their tails because they're a secret or as simple and hard to explain as why do stars glow. She knew the science of it wouldn't interest him for any of his questions that she knew the answer to, so she made up stories to go along with his fanta
Hard Goodbyes It's dark outside, cold rain pouring harder tonight; a storm no doubt. The cold breeze, causing tree limbs to appear as scary monsters as they tap at my window while the sound of thunder cracks a loud, terrifying noise. I immediately shut my eyes tight and pull my knees up to my chest, covering my ears from the horrific sound.Hard Goodbyes2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's just a storm...it's just a storm..."
I kept murmuring to myself as I slowly rocked back and forth on my bed. Next thing I know, the door slams wide open as my older sister just stares blankly at the floor, not even a grin made its way onto her lips.
I choked on my words as tears began to well up, my response became more of a shocked, in distinctive slur than anything, my eyes began to light up at the dark silhouette figure before me. She just stood there for a moment before lifting her head up to meet my gaze. I did faintly remember a loud shatter of broken glass and shouting from our parents downstairs before she had made h
Repressed Memories Ch. V - RetreatGeorge stepped outside and looked over the parking lot. There were only a handful of cars at this early hour. He shivered against the chill and marched over to a black Mercedes.Repressed Memories Ch. V - Retreat5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Within minutes he was speeding down the highway. To get to the coast, however, was half a day's drive. He did not know why he wanted to go down to the ocean but it seemed clear to him that it was well worth the countless hours on the road.
State after state came and went. After a nearly twelve hour non-stop drive he finally got out in Cape May, New Jersey and stretched his legs. He breathed deeply the salty air engulfing him and felt his troubles melt away. His mother seemed much smaller somehow as if she were merely a villainous character in a mildly interesting show.
Strange that it is here, in his childhood neighborhood of all places, he would flee to escape his past. It has all changed though, the houses, shops, even the roads. George strode down a path leading towards the beach. The houses on both sides se
Watching From Above A little Carvanha sat out on a porch looking out at the ocean’s tide pulling in and out on the sand. Tonight was a new moon, but the stars kept the stars looking nice and bright for everyone to marvel at their twinkling beauty. Except for the little Carvanha girl.Watching From Above5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her eyes were red from crying and she kept sniffing and hiccupping as she held a small locket in her hands. The locket contained a small photo probably taken a year ago. The black and white photo had three people in it, the grinning Carvanha girl, a bulky Gyarados, and a Sharpedo woman wearing a simple but lovely dress.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed, little Chomper?” The girl jumped at the voice but knew well who it was. “I’m not sleepy, daddy.” She said softly.
LKNB You and Me Ch.2LKNB You and Me Ch.26 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a couple of nights since the incident with my brother had occurred. Father was furious and had wanted to know who would dare soil his precious flower. I had refused to tell him and I had been punished by not being able to feed during the time I was supposed too. It was the only way that men had control over others, by denying the time of feeding it made most vampires susceptible to commands. By the time I was allowed to feed it had been two months, but I suffered in silence not allowing my brother to be in trouble.
“Sister?” Alabaster came to me two nights after my father had decided that I had suffered enough, but now I was completely restricted to the castle.
“Yes my brother?” I turned to face him and it was no surprise that he held his breath. I had been denied feeding so I probably looked like a skeleton.
“I am so sorry. I did not mean for you to take my punishment. Why did you not tell him it was I who took from you?” He asked.