Mechanid World - Gone SoftIt was a hot day for Propwash Junction… days that were usually the tell tale sign of a fire coming. Sure enough, the alarm sounded and Dusty and Mayday were off to take care of it. Jett and Chandra hated whenever this happened… It meant Daddy wasn’t able to play with them or show them tricks. Mom was fun too but it was way too hot to be doing anything crazy.Mechanid World - Gone Soft2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Times like this, Jett just decided to sleep it off until Dusty got back. Chandra… she wanted to find something to occupy herself with besides sleep.
I don’t blame him for wanting to rest… It’s so stinkin’ hot… Everyone is tired and sluggish…
She wandered around town, seeing everyone taking cover under shades that various hangars casted. She eventually found herself wandering to the hangar at the end of the runway… The hangar of Skipper Riley.
It’s so hot… I need to get under some shade before I over heat…
She hurried over to the hangar
Mikey's Conundrum - Community Madlib - Part 1Mikey was as mischievous as always, running around with his ___1___, constantly hitting the other kids at daycare with it. It wasn’t very ___2___, but it still felt like ___3___ when you got hit with it.Mikey's Conundrum - Community Madlib - Part 13 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The daycare ___4___ didn’t take kindly to Mikey’s mischief. This was especially true after ___5___’s parents had complained about Mikey’s harassment. It was only a matter of hours before his ___6___ would be ___7___ to take him away.
He could only reflect on it so much though, he was only two years old and not mature enough to analyze why he did the things he did. Sure he had friends, his closest male one being ___8___, but his mischievous ways caused even them to take a step back from Mikey. Why would someone as lonely as Mikey do his best to push the other kids away? Why did he pick on ___9___ the most?
There wasn’t a day that went by that Mike didn’t think about the loneliness. It was like a ___10___ ___11___ on a ___12___ ___13___. Not some
An Enlightened EscapeCold… Damp… Death…An Enlightened Escape2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
These are the words that were in a blonde hair girl's head, at the current moment. She was wearing a brown robe, beige pants, and was currently wearing socks. She sighed, as she was doing some thinking…
“Where did I go wrong?” The girl asked. “Am I… not declaring everything evil enough? Am I not a true Enlightened One?”
The girl gave off a sigh, as a small speck of light came from the bottom of the door, as what appeared to be a plate with a single slice of bread was slid under the door.
“Here's your last meal, Miss Quant.” A voice beckoned behind the door, as the light faded away.
Quant walked over to where the bread was in the dark, and began to munch on it.
“Well, at least I won't go away on an empty stomach...” Quant commented to herself. “Still, where did I go wrong?”
“...Dad. What happened to you?”
her childhoodYou might know me. I'm that girl with that short brown hair, green eyes, and usually wears a turnip dress, blue striped socks, and red shoes. I'm known as the toughest to my friends. Hmm, it may be true, but do they think I was the same thing as a child? You might be thinking that right now, but stop it. That's just a rumor.her childhood1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being a kid is what it's cracked up to be: playing with your toys, having fun, laugh a lot, and maybe even hugging and kissing your family saying that you love them (mostly your parents). But for me? That wasn't the case. My childhood was different. A lot different from that.
Me being a kid? It was torture. I was locked up in my bedroom most of the time, scared. Afraid. Surprising, right? Because I'm usually like those bratty popular girls students walk up to at some sort of school and I'm rarely anxious. Anyways, it was all because of those adults you call parents. They seemed really ungrateful to have us as their own.
The Sweetest Relationship "Don't you know, silly, that adults like little kids more? Prepare to be abandoned and forgotten!"The Sweetest Relationship1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wow, now you're gonna have less spare time. What, don't you know that adults always make older kids help them when babies are born?"
"Don't believe it. Parents forget about older kids when there are babies."
"Parents tots going to like baby more, if it's normal, Weird-Eyes."
Weird-Eyes, aka Clark Steamer, decided not to tell anyone else that his mother was going to have a baby in some months' time. Unlike most of his mates and older ones, he knew where babies came from, and it was not due to 'urban legends' and all. It was due to his sensible parents, especially father. If Jenna Steamer could become worried (till hysterics) at any moment, then Caleb Steamer was a debonair man who almost never spoke worriedly, but his words worked better than any yelling which other parents love using on their kids. For instance, Clark knew it perfectly well that bouncin
Love Was The AnswerLove Was The Answer 2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clock struck eight o'clock in the early sunrise, and the weather outside appeared to be rather dull, which was no surprise for the British climate. Amelia only hoped it would brighten up through the day, since she wanted her fathers' to treat her to a nice picnic, seeing as Jamie mentioned it a few weeks back, mentioning it to his husband, Matthew, unless Amelia was just eavesdropping.
Placing his palms gently against the hand which rested upon his bare chest lightly, knowing that his husband had today to spend with his family, even if it was extra pay to work during Father's Day but seeing as Matthew received a lecture about today, he could care less about the money. Neither men went to sleep until two in the morning, one kept the other awake by telling all sorts of stories, especially the one when Amelia first started playschool.
"Good morning, dear..." Jamie whispered, opening his eyelids ever so gently, checking the time upon his alarm clock, quite surprised. "You know I was ho
Alone?I ran to my room, tears running down my face, dripping onto the white carpet. I slammed the door. Attempting to wipe away the tears, i recalled the most recent fight. Yelling, a crashing of the vase shattering at my mother's feet. Wiping away the tears was useless. I curled up on the bed.Alone?3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mother entered. "I'm sorry, Candy."
"Please, no more," I cried softly, "It's tearing me from the inside out."
[[Mother couldn't ignore that plea, but neither could she ignore her own plea. She herself felt like a roasting marshmallow; burning so that her outside confidence crumbled and lets the flames burned the core. Her only hope was to put an end to this.]]
The days passed. Once again we were in my room.
"A what?! No! That's not what I meant by no more!" I cried, half sobbing and half screaming.
"I know, honey, but I have no choice." She smiled through her tears. "It'll be alright."
"Candy," my mother called. "Time for school. Candice Angela!" I sighed and closed my diary. When I turned the key
Hello -Shadowlou POV-Fuck this.Hello -Shadowlou POV-1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
I got up, still weak from the sickness and ran towards the nearest exit. My weak, nimble bones ached but I just pushed myself forwards faster, faster, faster. I had to get out of there. I couldn't take it anymore.
My father, Captain, had decided he was to marry that..that witch! How could he!? How could someone I've looked up to for so long, make a decision so..so STUPID!? Tears streamed down my face as the clouds built up overhead. I could hear one of my brothers..Cryn..laughing and yelling at me from a distance to go run off of a cliff. What does he know..he'll probably die soon anyways. Narcissistic asshole..
I could hear my father scream at me in the background, looking for me. Huh. I guess Cryn didn't tell him where I went. My stomach clenched. Deep in my mind..I could see that..that monster of his smiling. She would be happy that I've left. She probably wanted me dead anyways. My eyes grew a little blurry as the salty liquids leaked from them. Why? Why was I so worthle
That's Life - Disaester 101Disaster 101That's Life - Disaester 1011 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Audra sighed looking at herself in the mirror. It was another school day. A school day she hated. At six, she had bypassed pre-school and Kindergarten, but first grade… It was boring.
It didn’t help she hated the uniform she was wearing as well.
Her hair was straightened, a black bow tied in the back of it, a tan colored dress that went to her knees and a blue sweater with white knee highs and black flats.
She hated it. There was no way to play the way SHE liked to play but she didn’t want to disappoint her parents. They had chosen what should’ve been the best for her.
But instead it disappointed her. Audra brought home good grades, but she never did it until it was right before class… Or even during class.. She never did it the night before, because she never felt she had to.
And that was also causing some problems. “Audra?” Pepper called as the girl jumped.
“C-coming Mommy!” She called grabbing her backpack and doubli
[SS] Meme - Presente toi! - Chloe[SS] Meme - Presente toi! - Chloe2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Quelques informations sur toi...
Tout d'abord, comment tu t'appelles ? Chloé Sâto, enchanté! ~
Maintenant, quel âge as-tu? Ben 17 ans !
Ta date d'anniversaire? Le 6 août! L'oubliez pas hein ? ♥
Quelle est ta qualité principale? Et ton défaut? J'ai pas de défaut, j'suis paaaarfaite! Ah ah sérieusement, j'ai tendance à être un peu égocentrique oui... Et j'suis surtout chiante! Après qualité, j'sais pas...
As-tu des frères et soeurs? Et es-tu l'aîné ou le cadet? J'ai une grande soeur, j'suis donc la cadette.
Et tes parents, que font-ils? Mon père est un sapeur pompier et ma mère est une styliste.
Es-tu en couple? Voui avec mon cher Alexeï~♥
Combien d'amis as-tu? Ben pour le moment j'n'ai que Mamoru et; aussi INCROYAAABLE que ce soit, Anthony. J'ai aussi fait la connaissance de Sana, elle est sympa!
Quelle est la couleur naturelle de tes chev
Jazz------- His trumpet was loose in his left hand as he sat in the hospital room. His right hand, he held his girlfriend’s as she slept. He looked across the room at the plastic crib that held their newborn daughter. He wanted to play right then. He was itching to play. Itching to let out a thousand blasting notes proclaiming it to all the world: he was a father.Jazz4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
------- Well, he was trying to be. He was off to a bad start. She’d called him just as his band was coming back from a break. Through the noise of the club and the hallway to the kitchen, he’d managed to hear that she was going into labor. She was in an ambulance and she was on her way to the hospital.
----- “They’re saying it could be soon, real soon.”
----- “These things though, they can take hours, like sometimes a whole day, though right?”
----- “I don’t know,” break for a groaning scream from her, “I think you need to come down her.”
----- He finge
The Phoenix Chapter Two Part TwoThe PhoenixThe Phoenix Chapter Two Part Two2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2: "Through The Fire" ~ Part 2
It was hard to say what kept drawing the golden stag this far out from the main herd. It was as if there was a voice in the wind that whispered his name. . . always, always in her voice. It was soft, a warm call, like the flicker of her fire that had become so familiar to him. For nearly a month now, he had been living in regret of his actions. It was a bittersweet realization that he had come to the second their little daughter had asked him where momma was.
How long had it been? The exact time was lost to him, but all he knew was that every second seemed drawn out into an anxious painstakingly, heart-wrenching day. Days felt like years.
Perhaps that was what had brought Monte out here this day. . . His deep golden brown eyes were fixed upon the distant mountains that lay between Silverthorne and Blackwood. How he wished he coul
Dying Golden Pothos Clayton walked through the house looking for his mother. He rubbed his eyes with his little balled up fists and yawned. “Mommy?” He called out.Dying Golden Pothos3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“In here!” He heard his mother answer from her office. He shuffled into the same room as her and gave her a hug good morning. She gave him a kiss on his forehead and continued typing. She was working from home today.
Clayton looked around her office like he does every morning she’s here working. The pastel yellow walls were blank. He never understood why his mother never hung anything up like she hung up in his room. He has pictures of cars and baseballs all over his blue walls. After letting his eyes wonder, Clayton notices the houseplant on the edge of his mother’s desk by the window.
“Mommy, what’s wrong with your plant?” He inquired curiously. He scrunched his nose at the browning plant.
“Oh, dear. I must have fo
The Memories of HerIf you walk into her house you see her cleanness and sparkles. everything in the right spots. The dinning room table is set up with the forks and knives in place next to the china plates. The coffee table spotless with magazines aligned. The smell lingered of fresh cologne od her white diamonds perfume. She would sit in the silent living room, falling asleep while playing her crosswords and watching general hospital. Her reading glasses resting on her chest with her ice water glass resting on the wooden coaster with it still having her red lipstick painted on the rim. I treasure these moments with her.The Memories of Her3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Story of Lard Ass and BillyLet me tell you the story of Lard Ass.The Story of Lard Ass and Billy2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lard Ass was what everyone called her. She was about 400 pounds, and that's not exaggerating anything. She was also very lazy, and the thought of actually getting a job scared her. So instead of working she went out and met a man. Now most of you are more than likely thinking, "oh she found a rich man," or "oh she found a soldier," but those of you thinking this are wrong. No, instead she found herself a mentally disabled man.
Now this mentally disabled man wasn't stupid. He wasn't completely gone. He was just severally socially challenged. When it came to social aspects of life he didn't understand a lot of it. Not only that most girls never gave him the chance of day. Not the way Lard Ass did. We will call this disabled man, Billy.
Billy and Lard Ass started to talk and hang out together. Lard Ass sucked his disability check even then. She spent it all on herself, but Billy didn't mind. Billy loved seeing the only girl who ever showed him affect
Stormy Night 1Neala looked at Aaron as she stepped into the living room, confused. Her fiancé looked up at her and canted his head to the side, causing the light to reflect off his eyeglasses and stopping her from seeing the deep blue of the eyes hidden there. He didn't have to speak or ask her a question. It was there in the way he looked back at her.Stormy Night 12 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where's Faith?" Neala asked. She shook her head in confusion, the teenager was usually bouncing off the walls with excitement. It was a Saturday and they had rented movies. It was a tradition that Aaron had started with his daughter long before Neala had met them.
"What is the date?" Aaron asked in response.
Neala lifted a brow at that, "The twenty-eighth."
"She's at the cemetery then."
"Oh... you don't go with her?" Neala asked, sitting down across from him, the white oak coffee table between them.
"No, I don't have any desire to go and look at a cold headstone and pile of dirt," Aaron stated, "It's a habit Faith formed after her first trip the
Labareda - Adoptive Parents "Must we really being needing go here?"Labareda - Adoptive Parents2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shocks paused his task to look back at the somber expression of his beloved boyfriend. He could feel the other's gaze piercing through his visor as he watched his every moves intently.
A common trait in all Labaredian males, they never looked away from anything that held their interest. Specially if it was alive and it had it's back to them.
Predatory instinct that never truly faded with time possibly.
A similar trait to that of his own attentive species.
Well...Maybe only for a select few, Shocks wasn't exactly prone to keeping watch of something for too long. His attention span was that of a toddler's.
He pondered on the question for a few seconds before firmly nodding at his mate, smiling reassuringly while adjusting his visor ever so slightly.
"Babe, your favorite flowers grow here, ff course we needed to come here to pick some!" He grinned "It's a special occasion!"
Please Don't Leave Me...Dear diary,Please Don't Leave Me...1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up extra early today, it's Saturday we're going to the beach. I waited two months for this!
I gathered all my stuff, and went to wake Melissa, my older sister, up. But it seems she already woke up. I didn't find anyone in the house!
But...but they promised to take me with them to the beach! I started to cry...
Then my Grandma walked up behind me and told me that Melissa is sick and they are (mommy, daddy, and Melissa) at the doctors office.
A couple hours later they came back home! I asked if we were still going to the beach. But mommy said, "Melissa is a little tired, and maybe we can go next week." She bend down and kissed my forehead as a tear rolled down her cheek.
The next day, I woke up.
Melissa was still sleeping! I went to wake her up, but mommy said to let her keep sleeping.
At noon, Daddy came home from work with two big yellow envelopes in his hand...
And...he was crying...
I rushed over to Daddy as he gave mommy the envelopes, "Daddy! Why
Mother And DaughterMother & DaughterMother And Daughter2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Fourth Somerset Adventure
Sunflower wore a large smile upon her face as she strolled through the wooden doors of what was suppose to be the finest steakhouse in all of Somerset, the fable ‘Porterhouse’. Standing beside her was her mother, the middle age women stood as proud and as tall as a oak tree as she walked step in step with her with daughter. The young girl could not help but feel like a princess as she stood shoulder to shoulder her mother. Both women wore a simple solid black dress that reached down to there knee-cabs.
“Sunflower,” Her mother said smiling as she brought her daughter to her side. “Your quickly becoming a young women. And as a young women, one of the social skills you are expected to master is knowing how to properly conducted yourself in a public place.” She added as she peered toward her daughter.
Sunflower blinked and blinked again as she felt her mothers hand being placed upon her shoulde
StrangerMy body began to tremble as I clutched onto my shirt in fear. My expression was neutral by heart was racing. This was happening. I was going to look at someone and see me. The locks in the door clicked multiple times before the door swung open. There, I stood motionless, looking at a stranger who I've never seen before, but he shouldn't be a stranger. I should be able to recognize his face every time I look at him, but no. I don't know his face. I don't know what he does or who he is more importantly. His face was similar to mine, yet so different. I smiled hopelessly as a way of salutations but he seemed to reject it and stood there frozen. He looked at me, examining my every limb with his coffee brown eyes but he then returned his gaze into my eyes. Little droplets of his tears formed but he let them fall. I immediately reacted and began to slowly walk towards him with my arms open as a way of sympathy. He refused the offer of care and returned back into his home as teStranger1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
CrankyA/N: Warning for Shayera's potty mouth.Cranky1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
John had done it this time. Well it was an honest mistake and a rather vicious mood swing put together. The poor Green Lantern had inadvertently called his pregnant wife fat. He didn't say the word fat but Shayera had implied the meaning from what he had said. To say the least he was in the doghouse now. She had refused to talk to him the entire day, besides the few choice words she had graced him with earlier, and shot him death glares whenever she could. John found out just how pissed she still was when he tried to go to bed that night.
John slowly opened the door to the bedroom and peeked inside. There she was his angelic, though incredibly temperamental, little pregnant demon. He closed the door and crept across the room before slowly sliding in beside his wife. As he began to wrap his arm around her, he received an incredibly powerful blow to the side of his head.
"What was that for?" He asked the back of her head.
The Reasons WhyRelief and release.The Reasons Why3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were at it again.... why... why can't they stop..? the pain... it's too much to bear... it's been like this for years now.. but never been this bad.. damn it.. WHY CAN'T THEY JUST STOP.... He turns his head.. spots his collection of knives... would it hurt? would it drown out his parents fighting downstairs? Would it stop the pain? Should he?
He sits in the corner huddled with himself thinking.. wondering... pondering... how did it come to this? Why did it come to this? what happened to the sunshine? what happened to the smiles.. the laughter... the joy... where did it all go wrong?
He used to laugh.. he used to run, smile, make jokes and cheer everyone up... now he sits in his room... nothing to do but listen to music.. try and drown it all out.
The once wonder filled eyes dead... there's no color to his life anymore... it's all gone... his harsh reality is a dull world void of color.
he hugs himself and tries not to cry.. tries not to storm downstairs.
Death Shadows Walk The tears dripped from his eyes, cascading down to collide softly with the ground below him. He was sat in front of a grave, grass having look since grown over the disturbed earth. Resting under the polished, granite headstone were a bouquet of lilies. They had always been her favourite. Quivering fingers reached out, hesitantly brushing over the name etched into the stone. Ceri Llywelyn. His fingers traced each letter, his hand limply falling back to his side when he was finished.Death Shadows Walk3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
June 12th. That was the date she died. It wasn't a painless death. It was far from that. When she was reportedly found in a dumpster two streets away from her home, her corpse, although the pale of death, was battered and blue. Bruises littered the exposed flesh, deep cuts found from her knee to mid-thigh and upper arm to wrist on both limbs. The cause of her death was clear to anyone that saw; dark fingerprint-shaped bruises around her neck from strangulation, before her head had
Manhattan in PurpleWalter enters his apartment, leaving Manhattan behind him. He lights a match and lights a fire. Sitting down in his chair, the one he always sits in, he looks for meaning in the furniture; finding nothing, all he wants to do is pour a drink. The fire burns low while he remembers the world.Manhattan in Purple1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Walter moves to the kitchen. There, he pulls the faucet and gets his hands in the water. All he needs to do is wet his face.
Walter remembers being young, remembers youth. He remembers the first night he met his wife, Marsha. At the top of a skyscraper, he grabbed her close. Calling out to the wind, in Seattle, he said, “There's infinity between us, darling, but it could never work!”
That was twenty years ago. She died last April. As Walter cried at the funeral, he remembered that day and what she said back to him, “Please, let us be together, Walter, just for tonight!”
Walter moves to his bedroom to pour a drink. Under the bed he finds a box of photos; he sees his life spread