Tit for Tat“Ah...feels good to be home!”Tit for Tat1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
A boy hopped out of the car with a sigh, smiling with his backpack strapped on. He was a 10-year-old with short brown hair, and wore a white T-shirt with blue shorts.
“It sure does...”
His younger sister wasn’t far behind. The 9-year-old had black hair that was tied in a ponytail, wearing a pale-yellow T-shirt with beige shorts.
“Home is awesome! Ha ha ha!”
The youngest of them by far, a 4-year-old girl in a pink dress with medium-length brown hair, exuberantly jumped in place.
“Okay guys, inside,” their mother spoke. Her medium-length hair was brown like the oldest and youngest of her children.
“Yeah, Suzie, move it!” the boy said to the younger of his two sisters.
“Okie dokie!” She dashed to the front door.
The four of them were soon within the walls of their house; Suzie ran elsewhere as the other two kids took their shoes and backpacks off.
“So, you guys want your diape
IT'S GOOD!!-Mom Serves Me Food-IT'S GOOD!!1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mom: Okay, I hope you like it! It's something different.
Me: Hm, it's good!
Mom: You sure?
Mom: You positive?
Mom: You sure you're not just saying that just to make me feel better?
Me: FOR CHRIST'S SAKE MOM, IT'S GOOD!!
Mom: Okay, Okay! No need to raise your voice..
INDOMIE AYAM BAWANG (BERWALD OXENSTEIRNA X READER)INDOMIE-AYAM BAWANG FLAVOUR (Berwald Oxensteirna x Reader)INDOMIE AYAM BAWANG (BERWALD OXENSTEIRNA X READER)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: All the Hetalia characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz, not me. Indomie is not mine too. In fact, it’s a real instant noodles product and its deliciousness is real as real can be. In the end, I only own the plot—got that memorised?
A soft instrumental tune filled the workshop where Berwald honed his wood crafting skill. The said Swede was sitting on a stool, facing the table on which many chisels were neatly arranged—contrasting the scattered wood flakes.
His gaze was focusing on something grasped on his fingers. Upon closer inspection, the wood piece has taken the shape of chess pawn after Berwald have sculptured it with precision. He blew some air to its round head, cleaning the surface from dust.
Settling down the pawn next to the rest of a chess set, he looked at the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall just above his desk. He stared it for a minute or two before a small door on it opened and let a
Zoethian/Next Gen ZiaZoeya sat down, crossing her legs as she watched the Mage run around after her, "Rythian!" Zoeya whined as Rythian turned to look at her, "why can we not see our friends?" Rythian sighed at her question, "Because you are pregnant with a demons child" Rythian replied as he looked down, Zoeya stood up and walked behind him attaching her arms to his waist, "I don't think you are a monster... even if you are, you're my monster" Zoeya smiled into Rythian's back as she felt the Mage relax. "Fine we can go tell them" Rythian broke as Zoeya jumped off his back and jumped up and down eager to tell her friends about her relationship with the Mage and their unborn child.Zoethian/Next Gen Zia14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Rythian, Zoeya and Teep arrived at the familiar towers of the scientists, Rythian spoke uneasily "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He held Zoeya's hand tighter in worry and she squeezed his hand in reassurance, "Lalna wouldn't hurt a pregnant girl, he isn't heartless" Rythian nodded as he slowly reached to knock on Lalna's n
The Tale of the MotherThe bus rolled along the highway with its occupants sat in their seats. No one talked, and no one had their phones out. The bus didn’t have Wi-Fi or any alternative form of entertainment, and this caused great tension on the bus. Some of the occupants were visibly upset, while others did not say what was on their minds. It wasn’t until a little girl on the bus spoke her mind to let everyone know how she felt about this, “I’m bored! There’s nothing to, like, do. And I can’t even get a signal on my phone!” The girl crossed her arms as she pouted, thinking that the face would help her. It didn’t work, but it did succeed in the uproar in the bus that followed suit.The Tale of the Mother2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey, hey, hey!” A voice cut through all of the other voices like a hot knife and silenced everyone. The occupants of the bus turned toward the source of the voice to see a woman, dressed in the blue clothes of a nurse. She wore a nurse’s hat that sat atop her lon
Welcome Home, Protoman - A Mega Man Fanfic Dr. Wily was defeated, finally, and Mega Man, Dr. Light, and the rest of his robot family were all at peace. The only thing left was Protoman, who was still at the ruins of Dr. Wily's Castle. It didn't even look like the same thing anymore. It just looked like a landfill of rubble and remains of architecture made solely by villainy. Mega Man and Dr. Light set off to find Protoman and try to convince him to move in with them. When they found him in the heart of the wreckage, the Prototype robot was covered in scrapes, scratches, and dirt from rummaging in the architectural remains, sitting on a chunk of scrap metal about the size of a small school desk and staring at a worn-out photo.Welcome Home, Protoman - A Mega Man Fanfic4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a photo of him and Dr. Light recently after he was first created.
"I was wondering where that photo went," a familiar voice of anthro-robotic genius said with a smile hidden in a cloud of white, curly facial hair. Protoman gasped and turned around. It was his creator, his father
Mechanid World - Home Alone“Daddy…?”Mechanid World - Home Alone2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dusty mumbled a bit in his sleep, turning over on the couch a little. “I didn’t do it Dottie…”
There was a tug on his arm.
Dusty’s eyes snapped open as he turned over, looking to see his young son, Jett, looking up at him, borderline tears. His eyes got wide with worry as he got off the couch, lowering to his level.
“Hey what’s wrong buddy?” he asked.
“Chandra isn’t feeling good… I… I don’t know what to do! She said her back hurts!”
Dusty’s eyes softened. “Shhh…” He picked his son up, hugging him a little. “Where is she?”
“In the backyard… I… I came to get you as soon as she started crying.”
Dusty stroked his back, trying to keep Jett from breaking down.
“It’s gonna be okay, I’m glad you got me.”
Dusty was home along with his kids at the moment. Ishani had to leave for a q
The DateToday was the day of my sister's "Big Date". My name is Shayne, and Sheryll is my twin sister who for the last three months has talked about nothing other then some goth dork named Brad. I Despise Brad. Let's talk, when my sister is entranced by something she will talk about nothing but it until just the mere mention of whatever she has fallen in love with sets me off, ruining several movie and book series for me. Brad is different though, now not only does his name annoy me but I genuinely hate him.The Date1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see Brad spends his day doing a few things, one of which would be tormenting me and all the other "nerdy" kids; why would he do this you ask? Well he tried to insult a jock once, the end result was just him needing to wear less mascara for his purple eyes.
I wouldn't say my sister is a goth, she never has really seemed gloomy, so I don't know why she became so entranced with him. The second he asked her out on a date though, not only did I wonder what he saw in her, I wondered w
Bull-and-Terrier x2Ramsay yawned as he headed up to the house. Mrs. Corley's border collie gave him a run for his money during their training session.Bull-and-Terrier x22 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh hello, darling! I'm so happy you answered!" the elderly woman greeted cheerfully.
"Grandmother? You never call me unless it's Christmas; are you alright?"
"Oh yes, I'm fine...but..." she hummed.
'Oh no, what did she do' he thought worriedly.
"After your grandfather died and you took in his dogs..."
"Well I've been thinking...
Wait. Do you have any empty kennels?" she changed the subject, which worried him even more.
"You know I've never been a fan of his dogs, so I raised my own. Oh they are such superior dogs~! The way they put fear into the hearts of men-"
"Grandmother, just tell me what you want." he didn't want to be rude, but he wants to get this over with.
"Fine, fine." she sighed "I'm getting older and my wonderful dogs are getting to be to much for me..."
"What are you saying..." even though
Happy...Birthday?“Don’t come in!” the little girl shouted, pushing her mother out of the door. Cassie looked to the girl with a bit of confusion and hurt in her eyes.Happy...Birthday?2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“No buts, mama! You can’t come in!”
With that, the door was slammed right against her bottom, causing Cassie to jump forward a little bit. She rubbed her rump with a frown and hurt lingering just behind the eyes. Her little girl did not want to play with her. On today of all days…
Cassie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her daughter would come out when she was ready. The girl pulled out her cell phone—a newer model with a purple cover on it—and dialed the first person on her list. Her boyfriend, Jaime Robertson, would probably be free.
She waited through the rings. He was never the type to pick up on the first—
“Hey, babe,” his voice said from the other end of the line.&
Good Luck SmilesQuiet, blissful, prefect quiet. It was the type of sweet silence that was so restful you forgot all your worries and just disappeared for a while; a warm breeze brushing cherry blossoms through the air, the sun dappled onto the soft grass below, were the only things on your mind.Good Luck Smiles4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Senpai sighed peacefully from her place under the sakura tree, the flower's scent tickling her nose and making her rabbit ears twitch. She had come here early just to enjoy the day before the others arrived. She loved them all dearly, they were her pets, her family after all, but they did tend to be....rambunctious, especially...
“Hey, SENPAI!” A female's loud voice called out happily, and Senpai opened her eyes and sat up with a groan.
Aiko, a large wolf like dog the color of fine charcoal, was padding towards her, a happy grin on the dog's face. Upon the dog's back was a young woman with blond hair, kitten ears and soft eyes; Alisa. She was smiling to and waving enthusiastically to Senpai.
Longing Bayverse fanfic Tessa P.O.V.Longing Bayverse fanfic 2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
" My, how the year is going fast. It's almost Mother's Day. Mother's Day. Many will celebrate with their mothers. And i do not. I do not have a mother. My mother died sick when i was a child. And all left me was my father. He had to be father and mother to me.
How i miss my mother. She was so sweet, so full of hope. But the disease took her. I was only 9 years old. I wanted my mother when i had my first period . I wanted my mother when my body began to change. I wanted my mother to support me when i was taken out on my ex.
Oh, mother! If you knew what i have become. If she knew what my father made . If you knew what we face in order to survive. All our losses and battles.
But all that is past. What's past is past. Everything was restarted. Now, I'm 19, I'm in college. And well. I never thought that dating an alien could be something real even a year ago. Wait for me, Mom. I'll have to see. "
" On Mother's Day ...
Tessa was i
Happy Mother's DayCinnamon. I feel its sweet yet strong smell creeping its way through my nostrils, making every single part of me shiver in return. A cough escapes my dry lips as I set the glass container down, closing the lid as gently as I can, my mother wouldn’t like it any other way. I know because I have seen her when my Paul, my younger brother by three years, doesn’t close it all the way, leaving it uneven and barely safe.Happy Mother's Day2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I make sure I have closed it right when I slightly tilt it, and it is safe to put away. I know this because if I tilt it all the way without it being properly closed, it might just pop and drop all the cinnamon to the floor. My mother wouldn’t like that, she never likes that.
My mother doesn’t like anything we do.
I put the glass container with its sweet, sweet cinnamon away, climbing up the leather chair I’ve moved to reach the shelf. Behind the honey jars, the mint container and the spices, I keep it safe. My mother doesn’t like it when I
RP - Affection CacheeAllongée dans son lit, et malgré sa grande fièvre, la petite fille aux cheveux et aux cornes bleus ouvre un œil. Normalement, elle est seule à la maison. Ses frères et sœurs sont partis à l'école depuis longtemps, papa travaille et maman est sortie pour acheter de quoi soigner sa grosse fièvre. Pourtant, elle a bien entendu un bruit. Les volets de sa chambre sont mi-clos, laissant entrer une très douce lumière dans cette journée d'hiver. L'éclairage n'est pas suffisant pour discerner tous les objets de l'enfant, mais sont visibles deux petites voitures, des statuettes de gringolem, et un livre sur le Pokémonstre de Frankenstein. La petite griknot se gratte l'aileron qu'elle a sur le sommet du crâne, et se frotte les yeux, avant de tendre une oreille attentive. Elle attend encore quelques instants... puis finalement, elle ose:RP - Affection Cachee3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
_ Maman ?
Pendant un long moment, seul le silence lui répond. Puis elle
Goodbye, Honey... (Tickle Story)Hey guys, how is going? This is my first story ever about tickling...so, it'll probably be the worst story ever posted on DA XD But i don't care....because i had a lot of fun writing it if you want more stories...just make me now it in the comment section belowGoodbye, Honey... (Tickle Story)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you like this one , leave a comment...i would love that and....have fun tickling!
Our story start in a little town in Nevada, a pretty little town we should say: quiet, full of green, full of nice people but with some little problems like all other towns in this world.
But let's not talk about the town, instead let's talk about our Nina Rin. She's a girl like all others or maybe even a little more. She has a lot of friends, good grades at school, a beautiful body and a loads of boys who would kill for having a date with her. A great life we can say, however all that glisters is not gold.
The only bad mark in her almost perfect life is to date
The Twins Birthday Part 1Blitz povThe Twins Birthday Part 11 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Happy Birthday Blitz~!” I woke up groggily to mama’s voice. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “aw look at you meine little birthday boy~! Hurry and wake up! Jareth is busy getting your sister ready~! Come down once you’re done!” She left the room in a hurry as shimmer’s complaints to wake up came from her room across from mine. I climbed out of bed and went to get ready.
“Non! I don’t wanna get up papa!” I wailed.
“But don’t you want to go eat breakfast and celebrate your birthday?” he asked. Birthday? That’s today?! Yay! That means I’m turning…um…4! Yea! Blitz too!
“Yay!! Birthday!” I cheered.
“That’s right Shimmer! Now let’s get you ready!” he said. New papa is fun but I still miss real papa… I wonder if he’s gonna come this year! “Which one do u wanna wear shimmer?” papa held out a red dress and a
Elena pt 2She leaned back on the chair in which she sat and examined the kitchen ceiling; there were spats of food and what she assumed was grease, cracks and patches of damp between the smooth white paint that coated the room.Elena pt 22 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
A loud, frantic knock at the door startled Elena, her heart started to thump in her chest, fingertips, and throat. Elena checked her wrist watch for the last time, eleven twenty-two. As Elena approached the door, she noticed her hands were shaking with anticipation, excitement and fear. Her shaky hands hastily attached themselves to the door handle and swung the door open. “Elena?” a high pitched, yet smooth voice said from the doorstep. “Esmae” Elena yelped louder than she anticipated as she examined the long ginger hair and pale green eyes of her long anticipated visitor. “Hi” Elena mumbled hastily as she took a few steps forward onto the doorstep where her slender green eyed visitor stood with her arms open.
HPM: Mother's Day Visit“O-Oh! Hey! H-Hi, Mom!” Kira couldn’t hold back her astonishment as she stared at the Gardevoir before her.HPM: Mother's Day Visit2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The short-haired woman gave her a big grin. “Kira! It’s been so long, how are you?” she asked, gently embracing her daughter, minding the delicate tree atop the child’s head.
“I-I’m great! I’m so happy you’re here!” Kira said, laughing slightly as she hugged her mom back. It had been a long time since she had been in her mother’s safe embrace, and she practically melted in the woman’s arms. After a few moments, Kira pulled away gently, looking up into her mother’s red eyes. “But … how did you get here? Are you going to spend the day?”
Kira’s mother laughed. “Woah, woah, woah! One question at a time, girlie. I don’t know how I got here, but, if you don’t mind, it wouldn’t be too bad to stay at your place for the day. I haven’t seen you in
Dreams Don't Come for Everyone The dying moon hung from the stars as the sky began to glow. Crowds of stars faded back into the shadows of night and quickly afterwards, the moon dropped a little in the sky and disappeared with them. Beneath the pale red sky were small houses, just a few so that viewed from above, they would have been nothing at all. A few miles farther north was another cluster of houses. And even farther north was a village.Dreams Don't Come for Everyone2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small boy was waking. Tangled in his cozy blankets, he sat up and observed the red sky. He was a strange boy, features twisted a little so that it appeared he was grimacing all the time. He had ears that stood straight out of his head like somebody had carelessly pasted them onto his head and glittering, vivid eyes that were fixed on the sun, a creamy hue in the sea of tangerine above.
He fell out of bed with his blankets still snaked around him. For a moment, he fiddled with them, twisting the edges of the blanket aro
To My Beloved BrotherDear Chris,To My Beloved Brother5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You son of a Bayleaf! I knew you'd make it to the semi-finals! You have such little faith in yourself, you should fix that soon. Start listening to me for a change and boost that self-confidence! But seriously though, I'm so proud of you. You continue to impress me with every letter, and it makes me so sad I won't be able to see you compete...keep me updated about your matches, okay? I mean, you usually do, but I don't want to miss anything juicy. And I worry about you sometimes! You go whole-hog in these fights. I don't want to hear you got hurt.
Hey, on that note, you asked me about our tournament here in Raccolto, and, well, it's super fun! But It's super tough too...I'm not sure how things'll go in this next round...everyone is so strong! And I'll be the first to admit that grass types are a bit fragile (but don't tell dad!). I'll have to try picking up some techniques from my fights and get stronger for next year. The doctor I go to tells me that I must have some steel
Where the truth comes fromWhere the truth comes from2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
She heard the child cry, and it gave her pause as she reached towards the door
There were a thousand ways her story tonight could end differently, but she could not risk what would happen if she was found here.
The little girl cried softly.
Yuno brought her hand back from the doorknob and clutched her kimono, not for cold but for comfort. The familiarity of her old dress was something she needed so badly now.
She turned back to the interior of the room. The warm glow of an old English lamp filled her lavish bedroom with an old but happy light. It eased reassurance and tranquility into her bones even though it shouldn’t have, because she had so much to worry about tonight.
The baby in her arms didn’t even have a name.
Yuno cradled her; such a tiny form. She feared her decision, she was petrified of the possible effects, but she did not regret it. A life so precious and that she loved so dearly would not be stolen from her, as her fellow geisha commanded it to be. Yuno would
Out Of TimeShe didn't know that the final words she'd say to her father that night were, "I hate you!" and he didn't know that the final words he'd hear that night were, "You're the worst person in the world! Just go, get out! I hate you!" as he sped down the dark road, until he'd reached the max. Her father had lost control, and was unable to stop as the brakes had been broken by too much pressure. He buckled up at last second, apologizing in his mind. He never should have made that mistake. He shouldn't have screwed up and ruined his daughter's life.Out Of Time3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
She shouldn't have thrown everything off track, she would soon come to realize. She would soon blame herself for it all, she would soon hate herself for those final fatal words. She would come to realize that the blame should never have been on him. He wasn't the one he started the plan, but instead someone willing to lend a hand. In her heart, it would never be his fault, but her's alone.
This Little GirlOnce upon a time there was a little girl, now this little girl was a happy one she never wanted for anything and her parents doted on her terribly to the point one may say she was spoiled.This Little Girl3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the years went past this little girl grew up, maturing emotionally faster than many of her peers though this was thought to be odd by more than a few, she still however retained some of that child-like naivety. As the little girl grew up she began notice cracks in the perfect mosaic that was her life, at first she thought nothing of it and with her still being young at the time she remained oblivious to the omen of them.
Years past and the little girl was older now, not yet a teenager but not really a child anymore. The little girl no longer remained oblivious to the meaning of the cracks, however she could do little but sit back and watch the cracks in the mosaic grow wider and splinter into new ones. The little girl watches as her family she once thought would
PKA: Sister Dearest (Part Three)YareltsPKA: Sister Dearest (Part Three)8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cobal Girls Dorms
I cried and cried as Rosalind cradled me in her arms. I hated this. I hated being babied by those two. But, I guess you should know more about them so you can understand my grief.
Let me go explain dragons first. Pokemon like Hydreigon and Charizard have children in clutches. It's super rare for pokemon like them to have only one child at a time. Celia was one of those rare ones.
Celia is the oldest child in my family as well as the oldest daughter. Standing at 6"7', She's basically the leader among imbeciles. At the age of 25, I'd think that she'd be more mature, but she acts like a 12-year-old all the time. It pissed me off. I act more mature than she does, and I'm 17! She currently owns one of my father's steampunk shops (known as Ryegaurde's Steampunk) since she majored in business.
As for Rosalind, she's the oldest out of the clutch of my brothers. By the way, my brothers are actually pretty cool. Ryegaur