Wren's ValentineWhen you’re a two-year-old with the intellect of a nine-year-old, you expect certain things from Valentine’s Day, the holiday of love. Hearts, reds and pinks, cards, shows of affection, and little chalk candies with hokey phrases like “B Mine” and “Sweetheart” written on them. What Wren Swallows wasn’t expecting was having said hokey phrases written on her attire. Or being forced into a playdate with four-year-old Dylan, whom she considered a real thorn in her side. The blond-haired, brown-eyed girl was practically fuming, much like one of her diapers after a particularly filling meal.Wren's Valentine9 hours ago in Short Stories
“Cass, what’s the meaning of this?!” the little one yelled at her mother, as she lay on the changing table in her room.
“The meaning, Wren, is that you and Dylan need to bury the hatchet,” Mom replied as she finished diapering her daughter. “You two would make the cutest friends!”
“You suwe you don
Matias y MinervaMatias y Minerva3 days ago in Short Stories
- Los Salazar están muy enfermos. - Dijo el doctor. - Con algo así, no se les ocurra de ningún modo tocarlos.
Matías Velázquez se preparaba para traerles el desayuno encima de un carrito. Carrito que, después de esa vez, jamás volverían a usar de nuevo. Tan distraído en prepararle estaba, que no se dio cuenta que alguien se lo estaba llevando. Ah...pero cuando se percata...
- ¡Oiga, aún no está... - Volteó a ver y vio a esa robusta mujer.
- No le pongas color hombre, sabes que después no volverás a ver esos utensilios... Yo lo llevo.
La miró muy extrañado...
La actitud cortante de Minerva con él no era una novedad. Era siempre así.
Desde que ella había llegado hace 30 años, siempre fue muy individualista. Cuando llegó, él le ofreció ayudar a la joven de 20.
Y ella, ella contestó con 'No gracias, creo que limpiar es demasiado fácil para un tutorial grati
StarsStars2 days ago in Short Stories
Minae had come to an agreement with her young son
When the sun kissed the sea, he had to be ready for bed, even if he stayed up far passed when the sun was gone. This served two purposes.
Purpose one was to make sure he was all set for bed. The boy had a vaguely set bedtime that, try as they might, his caretakers could never seem to keep. Sometimes he was asleep by 7:30, sometimes 9. Him being in his pajamas always helped him feel more tired. Perhaps due to association.
Purpose two was to burn off steam. When his nanny or babysitter (depending) saw that the sun was starting to get close to the horizon, they would kick his playtime into high gear. Games of chase, going to the park, dancing around, whatever they could do to get him tired for bed.
And it was working wonderfully… until the young boy went missing.
Now, most parents would be mortified at the idea that their child was missing, but not Minae. For one, there was no way he could leave the castle grounds - what with the lar
[aph] - Herbatka, Batonik i krzeslo z IkeiHerbatka, Batonik i krzesło z Ikei[aph] - Herbatka, Batonik i krzeslo z Ikei4 days ago in Short Stories
Czyli zachodni Słowianie, wieczorową porą...
- I wtedy powiedziała, że to już stare dzieje... – Feliks postawił tacę na stoliku, przy którym zasiadała jego starsza siostra, Czechy, dzisiaj w bardzo dobrym nastroju oraz ich młodszy brat, huśtający się wesoło na krześle, które Polska wolał nie mówić, że zakupił w Ikei i może w każdej chwili no... postanowić zakończyć z nim jako taką współpracę.
- Ja tam podzielam jej zdanie... jednak przyjęłam twoje zaproszenie, licząc na mały kufelek piwa, a nie to... – kobieta spojrzała na filiżankę ciepłej herbaty, której zwyczajnie mogła by się napić w
The Phoenix Chapter 8 - 'Ignite'The PhoenixThe Phoenix Chapter 8 - 'Ignite'2 days ago in Short Stories
Chapter 8: "Ignite"
The small form was sent flying back some paces, failing to immediately recognize what had collided with her. She had been focused on the beast before her, who was now writhing on the ground. Brown eyes darted to catch the dark flash of movement, following its direction with her gaze. No-. Her breath immediately caught in her throat as she noticed her mother struggling with another wolf, back turned to the oncoming danger. She hurled around as quickly as she could, but time seemed to drag. “Look out!” Keavy screamed, but her Ivilynne was too occupied. No matter how much the grullo doe willed her fire to launch at the wolf, it was too agile, determination and bloodlust like a fire of its own in the eyes of the predator. There was only one thing she could do.
With every muscle, every fibre, and every drop of strength she had left, Keavy sprinted forwards as fast as she could. Come on, she cr
Development Yay for character development! And lots and lots of dialogue.Development 2 days ago in Short Stories
Letter To Loss OnesDear Mum and Danny,Letter To Loss Ones3 days ago in Short Stories
Do you both remember when I asked where people go when they die? Mum, you said they go to a place up in the clouds, a magical place where wishes come true and where people live in peace. Then Danny, you came in and told me not to worry about that. I was only eight then but I understood everything. Besides, it was only six months later that you both left us and went to the place up in the clouds. I can still hear both of your voices sometimes.
Everything is alright down here. Dad’s still working at the school, teaching little ones how to read and do maths. He’s got a grey hair now, I bet you would have some if you were here Mum. Chloe changed, a lot. She cut her hair and dyed it red. She hangs out at the junkyard more often now. She even got more piercings in her ears. You wanted to get your ears pierced, didn’t you Danny. And me? Well, i’m fine. My fringe grew over my forehead. I placed a white rose in my hair to remember you Mum. My powers a
Blue Bonnets, Part II Sam, alone despite all his good works and honest aspirations, spiraled into comatose depression, relieved only by the steady puff-puff of his Camel cigarettes. His teeth yellowed and browned like sere Autumn leaves. The jaded ashtrays were filled with self-loathing. There was no one for him to talk to. So, occasionally, he would murmur to himself or exhale a heavy sigh or think about his walk through the afterlife. He struggled for an interpretation; he could never convince himself that it was only a dream.Blue Bonnets, Part II1 hour ago in Short Stories
Sam's Vision of the Afterlife:
There was a blast of scintillating starlight, and then a doorway. Not a heavenly doorway, but a commonplace one like that found in any ordinary office building. Sam opened it without trepidation and walked in with a sense of magnetic invitation. There was a flight of stairs, so he took it. He came to another door. A sign on the door read: 'Afterlife Productions.' Everythin
She is Free Father kicked her out. Snow blanketed the ground and he threw her out without a second thought. The bitter wind burned my cheeks as I tried to find her. “Molly,” I yelled but my voice echoed back across the acres of land. The cold made my throat dry and, before long, my voice was cracked when I called her name.She is Free4 days ago in Short Stories
Our empty land was coated with a glittering blanket of pure white. I squinted as I looked across the land. There were sprouts where the bare tree popped through the snow. Where our land met the tree line, the trees were being weighed down with the massive snow from the night before. As I worked my way farther out from the house, checking barns and sheds, I found only footsteps of her.
Clouds slowly filled the sky, dampening my search. I had lost track of time. I trudged back through the snow which slid and crunched under my boots. My boots were too big b
A short story on how I found Ao Oni.To be honest, if I had seen Ao Oni when it first came out, I would probably NOT be interested in it, since I was nine years old, and I was scared of monsters, and I was only into dragons and Pokemon....I seriously do not know what got me into the fandom, because as a child, I would most likely be scared of Ao. All I know is that Markiplier's lets play of it got me into the fandom 2, or 3 years ago, which also got me into Markiplier. And then the movies, at the end of 6th grade, I started to get into horror, Creepypasta came first, which carried on as an interest of mine until around the beginning of 7th grade, when I heard about the stabbing(Slender) So I stopped liking Creepypasta. After this, I watched a horror compilation of Markiplier for the first time, and saw some bits from Ao Oni. I watched his lets play, then Pewdiepie's, and Cryoatic's.(And many fan games...) Shortly after, I discovered the first movie, and it was funny, since I got into the fandom at the same time as the movA short story on how I found Ao Oni.1 day ago in Short Stories
Relaxing mornings Small rays of golden, clouded sunlight filled a small apartment kitchen, bringing light to the small kitchen. A small trail of steam wafted from a boiling pot on the burner, bring a delightful scent to the kitchen. A small hum and the sound of vegetables being chopped resonated from the kitchen, bringing the sound of home to your ears. The sound of chopping ceased and the pot was opened, releasing the aroma of herbs and broth that have been boiled together out. The vegetables were dropped in, making the soup ripple and splash.Relaxing mornings15 hours ago in Short Stories
The rays of light grew brighter, bringing in more light to the kitchen, eventually lighting up the entire room. The shuffle of clothes was heard and the lady got up to leave the kitchen, letting the aromatic soup boil.
The doorbell to the apartment rang loudly, startling
Flowers and Ants “Mom, it’s not like I want to but I don’t have many other options.”Flowers and Ants6 days ago in Short Stories
“Sammy, it’s okay. I know it’s a tough time for you right now.”
“I am putting the last box in the car, I need to grab Ginger, and I’ll be ready to leave.”
Before she could get her mom off the phone, her mom gave her words of advice. Samantha rolled her eyes. Her mom continued with inspiring words of wisdom. She babbled on about her younger sister Elizabeth coming to visit next week, or two, and how she can’t wait to see her and the baby. There was a quick mention of something about her dad.
With simple agreements, her mom thought she was engaged in the conversation and not focused on the newly planted flowers in front of the house. Finally, her mom needed to go. She told her how much she loved her before a click brought Sama
Silent WarmthA crisp breeze waved it's way through the count’s thick fur as strong legs made their way through the thick snow. Everything seemed so quiet and mellow at this time of the day… Perhaps it was also the near passing of rut that was to blame for the peace that drifted through the Royal glades. Most stags had found their harems and settled down for the breath of life that awaited them in spring. Though despite the peace, it had been a trying day that had seemed to stretch on eternally. Zoltan had completed his duties by meeting with the other members of the stone circle today, and then had visited his sickly father. The only parent he had left.Silent Warmth2 days ago in Short Stories
The morbid truth had never passed by him. Even his loved ones, no matter how meaningful to him, were to join Oganach eventually. The count had no delusions regarding that harsh fact of life. However, the herbalists had told him that he should begin making the necessary preparations over the next two seasons. His father would not make it