A Different Kind of RelaxationIt was the end of another busy weekday as a young man drove his way home. At this moment, all he wanted was to be there, his blue eyes currently filled with exhaustion and expectation. While it was what he desired at the end of every workday, some days he wanted to be just about anywhere but the office. Maybe a computer or other piece of machinery stopped working properly. Maybe a coworker got under his skin and frustrated him. Maybe the day was just dull and utterly lacking in anything remotely interesting. Whatever the case, today was one of those days.A Different Kind of Relaxation2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I want to go home; I need to relax.” This phrase, on repeat, was just about the only thing in his head. The music on the radio was just a bunch of white noise to him. The other cars on the road were little more than obstacles for him to avoid. The events of the day seemed as distant as childhood memories. Before he knew it, he was in his neighborhood, pulling up to his house’s driveway.
Broken Lovesong | Princess Iminye:iconFawnlings:Broken Lovesong | Princess Iminye1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The crisp morning air rustled through the spring kissed trees as the little doe closed her eyes at the feeling of its gentle caress. Spring had always been her second favourite season, bested only by the melancholy of Autumn. In this time it always seemed like a breath of life had blessed the land, invigorating it with newfound beauty. It was as if it was a reminder from nature that even when all seems lost, like the lifeless bare trees of winter, hope will always find its way back. Even now, when the sparse food supply in winter had been so tough on the herd members, they were saved by the green blanket of grass that rolled over Glenmore's hills. Looking out over the landscape, Iminyë could feel a small smile creep over her muzzle. It was definitely a peaceful one at that, unlike the many strained painted masks before it. Her first solitary walk of spring had done her good.
Just as she was ready to go back to her residence in the g
Fine LinesThe grocery store crowd was full of tall, pale, thin, green-eyed people. It was right to call them people now ‒ the Humans had voted for their equality, and their intelligence and conscience matched that of any man. Maxwell was proud to be an Android in his day and age.Fine Lines3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maxwell, his dark hair short and neat, was hardly distinguishable from the other Androids standing in checkout lane number two. Like them, he loved his Human family. He valued Humans as creators, the ones who realized Androids’ potentials, and the ones who wrote Heartware, the learning software that gave robots consciousness. He didn’t have any ambitions that trespassed into a realm deemed inappropriate by humans. All he wanted was to serve his family: the Master, the Mistress, and their son Liam. To think that he was their equal was a change that he was still grappling with.
But when it came to change, there wasn’t a lot that was altered in day-to-day life. Even though Heartware had been around
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 Soft1 month 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
I Need a Dentist More Like This One. It was 10:30 am. I was due for 13 fillings and to get braces. Why was I going with this? I HAD NOT A CLUE!! I have a severe case of dentaphobia; a pathological fear of dentists. Ever since my latest dental check-up, I've been scrubbing my jibs 3 times a day, every single day. Luno told me during the car ride to my appointment that he switched my dentist. He said it was cheaper and more safe and trustworthy than my old dentist.I Need a Dentist More Like This One.1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is he gonna make my mouth bleed?" I asked through my tears of fear.
"No, of course not!" Luno replied with sympathy as he pet my ears, "Any dentist that does that to my little sister is no dentist I would trust." I hugged him tightly as we arrived at the dentist's building.
We walked up a flight of stairs and down a corridor into a waiting room. It sure took me by surprise! It had a TV with multiple gaming consoles. (Up to 4 people could play at once.) There was also a box full of small, video-game-themed toys such as plushes, ac
I'll Make An OTP Outta You!Let's Get Down To WritingI'll Make An OTP Outta You!2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
To Defeat McLean
Did I get some Fosleys
When I wanted Uzuri
You're the UTR crew I ever wrote,
but you can bet before Chapter 54
OC, I'll make an OTP Outta You!
Once a normal teen, now a complete badass!
If you find the Idol, someone's NOT gonna win!
Your label was used countless times before
And you make us snore
OC, I'll make an OTP Outta YOU!
I'm just your average gimmick!
I'm gonna shy away now...
Wish he would cut it with the sadness, ya!
Character Development F-T-W
What is this stuff?
And all of that A-Plus Doo-Dah!!!
We gonna get you some screentime!
Rank you high in an Edgic!
And get you called back in a well-more retained All-Stars!!!
Time to develop you lot, before McLean makes you cry!
Just don't balls up, and voteoff, you'll survive!
Are you sure you're OTP, you're just a lame INV
How can I make an OTP outta you?
We gonna get you some screentime!
Jak and ConiThe rain was falling heavily from the night sky. A Sergal by the name of Jak was laying in his bed. His hand was lightly going over the scar on his stomach. The painful memories that were attached to it still fresh in his mind as if it had just happened, even though that scar was created nearly seven years ago. He was a child when he received that scar, but now he was between the ages of seventeen and eighteen, however, he acted much older. He had to act older, he had to raise an abandoned and orphaned child. The young girl he is raising is named Coni. She's a human girl that is about nine years old now. Her biological parents left her in the woods to die, she was only three days old. The reason why they did that horrible act, was because she was born without vision, and they didn't want to raise a blind child.Jak and Coni1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jak first found Coni in the woods after she was abandoned. The blind baby girl was crying and shivering on the cold forest ground, it was all she could do. Jak heard her cries a
Quality time with OlgaQuality time with Olga3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
3.00 in the morning. November 5 (Old Style date), 1895. Tsar Nicholas II and his wife, Empress Alexandra, were roused out of their sleep by the sound of loud wailing from the foot of their bed. "Sounds like someone wants an early breakfast", the Tsar joked as he gently nudged his wife's shoulder. "I'll get her", Alexandra moaned groggily as she slowly got up (she was still sore from the birth) and walked over to the cradle and lifted out the crying baby. Their daughter Olga, the tiny Grand Duchess of Russia. Well, actually not so tiny. She was so big that when she was born the doctors had to use forceps to pull her out, relieving her father, grandmother, and aunt with her screams. Now, two days after her arrival into the big world, she decided she was ready for breakfast and unafraid to let everyone know about it, but she calmed down a bit when she felt herself gently be lifted out of her cradle, but her cries hadn't completely subsided.
Safety BlanketLittle Morro has a nightmare/bad dream about his past and being alone, and it’s up to Papa Wu to make it better.Safety Blanket1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Sensei and his student. Few bonds come as close to the connection between the two. A siblings’ bond, though not always the case, is one of these bonds. A guardian and child bond, extremely similar though different, can also be stronger. But before all bonds, the one between a child and their parent is the strongest of all.
For the young Sensei Wu, he learned this lesson by experience with his own student.
It had been after a successful day of training with Morro. The young boy had insisted they continued until he was too tired to talk in complete sentences. Then Wu had been forced to carry the boy into the temple from the courtyard and set him down on the common room’s couch, bringing in a tray of chicken ramen and tea that the child happily finished.
By the time the food was gone, Morro could barely keep his own eyes open. They fluttered ti
Family MattersDrake looked up at the house in front of him, he sighed. He walked up the driveway and knocked on the door.Family Matters1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The door opened a little, and an onyx eye poked up. The eye widened, then the door opened fully.
There she stood, Camrie with her long brown hair tied back into a low hanging ponytail. Drake couldn't help but scan down her body, examining her short dress and heels.
"You...." she whispered, her voice cracking a little.
"Me" he sighed, "listen... just hear me out... I know, I don't deserve your pity or to even... be here right now but.. I'm sorry."
Camrie just stared at him, clearly still shocked. She crossed her arms over her chest, "is that all?" Drake looked at her, "you just come back here after nearly a year of being gone because you couldn't HANDLE being a dad? is that really all?"
Drake sighed, "I know how bad this looks.... but... I just want to see my child"
"Well she doesn't wanna see you" Camrie glared.
Drake smiled sadly, "so you had a girl"
"yes. Is there a problem wit
Dragon Booster: Moordryd PaynnMoordryd Paynn is the son of Word PaynnDragon Booster: Moordryd Paynn2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
his Mother Zulay Paynn died when he was a little kid
Moordryd Paynn is the rival of Artha Penn who always call him Stable Brat those two always fight all the time and he become the shadow booster who was train by his former teacher who was once trap in the shadow track
What Is Family?| Hydra .v. Allastor|Hydra:What Is Family?| Hydra .v. Allastor|1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hydra smiled as she woke from her slumber. She had no idea how she got back to her herd or even her room all that she remember was being with Allastor, on the beach. she turned see that he was up and in her home.”well good morning.”she was happy to still see him there.*
Allastor glanced over to the waking mare. “Hey, gorgeous. How ya doin’? Do you feel alright?” He slowly moved towards her. A pressed his nose against Hydra’s cheek. The feel of her fur was soothing to him.*
Hydra giggled. she never felt this way before. she had an idea that stallions were evil and they deserved her being a bitch to them... but with him it was different. “I'm ok”she said sweetly.” and kissed his nose.*
Allastor nodded. "That's good. So... what would you like to do today?" He spoke in his soothing and attractive voice. Allastor kissed her back on the lips. He added a bit more passion to it.*
Hydra smiled as he k
Finding the RoadMitch Marshall had always thought that his parenting techniques were...well, a bit shit, really. What was one to expect from a man whose wife had upped sticks in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, leaving him with a five year-old kid to take care of single-handedly? (It would be worth mentioning that the term 'single-handedly' was meant very literally in Mitch's case.) He had come home from Vietnam one year to the day when Jessie had left him, with one foot and half a hand less than he had left with, and no knowledge at all of how to be a dad in any sense, forget about a good one. He barely knew his daughter; she'd been conceived the night he left, and he'd come home four years later to a kid whose upbringing he'd had about as much to do with as he had her creation; his part had lasted around thirty seconds, and had positively paled in comparison against the efforts of his wife.Finding the Road1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yet somehow, Lorraine had pitched a bigger hissy-fit over having to eat her vegetables that sam
StarsThere's one thing I've always loved. One reason I adored peter pan as a child. Stars. Peter lives in the second star to the right! I spent so many hours as a child gazing out my window at the second star. I have the stars mapped on my ceiling, lines connecting the glow in the dark jellies it's made from, their names painted neatly next to them. I didn't have many friends as a kid, but I had my stars, I had my ceiling project, I had my Dad, I needed nothing else. Why would I?Stars2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I lay in my bed, staring up at the fading stars; it has been ten years since I started the project with my Dad, five years since we finished it. The city lights now blocked out the stars, but I could still stargaze thanks to my father. He bought me book after book about stars, space, constellations, astronomy, anything he could find. Almost every day he'd come home with a book under his arm. He spoiled me rotten. I suppose it was because he knew this was coming.
Most girls my age would have posters up of band
I Am LostI cry,I Am Lost1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am not an animal,
I am a human.
I cry at night.
Wishing for something that I lost,
I am lost, too.
I am lost for life,
The doctors can't help,
Let's hope everything will be okay. . .
Writing Wednesday - It's The Simple Things April awoke just like usual, with subtle golden sunshine shimmering through the thin, pink curtains. She blinked the gunk out of her eyes and sat up sleepily, taking care not to awake her sister, Lillie. Lillie's short, toffee colored hair lay gently around her smooth, resting face. She had nearly entirely kicked the covers off of her side of the bed, so April kindly lifted the blanket up and draped it over her sister's shoulders.Writing Wednesday - It's The Simple Things2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
With a quick stretch of the arms, April got out of bed and into the family kitchen. She glanced at the digital clock built into their stove. 9:56 am. April quickly prepared a breakfast for her sister, who she predicted would stumble drowsily into the kitchen after about twenty minutes time. Her prediction was nearly spot on, and the girls had microwave waffles and mango smoothies quietly before walking into the bedroom to get dressed.
"We should go on the swing today." April commented as she pulled a shirt over her head. Glan
A Favor for a Favor“Hey, Graciela, I need to ask you a favor.”A Favor for a Favor1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Graciela Serrano stretched out on the sofa, not bothering to look up from the fashion magazine she was reading. Dante slowly walked up to her, unsure if she had heard him. It wasn't until he noticed the headphones clamped over hear ears, pumping out some trashy pop single from an artist he didn't know and didn't care to find out.
Dante rolled his eyes and grumbled something about “kids these days” under his breath before clamping one large hand on Graciela's shoulder. The teenage girl let out a yelp, magazine flying out of her hands and headphones slipping off her ears before turning to face Dante. He was bowed over, laughing at her reaction. Fuming, she grabbed the magazine, rolled it up, and proceeded to smack him over the head with it.
“Don't... you... do... that... to... me... again,” Graciela shrieked, punctuating each word with a smack from her magazine.
When Your Predator Isn't Willing (Vore)There was a fourteen year old boy named Matt. He lived in a decent sized house with his older sister, Katia, who was twenty five years old. Matt was at a normal height for his age, just barely beating his sister. He also had dark brown hair. Katia had long blonde hair that went passed her shoulders a bit.When Your Predator Isn't Willing (Vore)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matt loved his sister, but for a while, he had this strange dream. He had always wanted her to eat him. Matt had even told her about this dream of his, but she always thought that he was insane. It would take a miracle for Matt's dream to come true.
One evening, the two of them sat at the dinner table, eating. Their plates had steak, salad, and a potato. Matt wolfed his food down. Katia had to tell him to slow down a few times.
"Are you in a hurry?" asked Katia.
"Not really." answered Matt, "I was just really hungry."
"Even so," said Katia, "go a little slower next time. I don't want you hurting yourself."
"I understand." responded Matt.
Matt left his spot at the table and went into h
Double Negative It wasn't supposed to end this way. It just wasn't. I could never have been this mad to wish for this to happen to him, yet it did. Friends for more than five years, but one mistake can have it all tumbling down. Just one moment where the leniency finally snaps, and the bond that has kept us close forever just disappears. I promise it wasn't supposed to end this way.Double Negative3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a fog. The darkest and deepest fog that has ever been seen in Oregon, and it surrounded my town. The skies were clear for this particularly foggy day, and the roads were silent. Families and friends were holed up in their houses, and the few that were working left before the time the town slept. I was inside of my room when I received the text. I was outside in just a few minutes.
We lived two buildings away, a gas station and a doughnut shop. My house was a simple little thing, but he had one of the few 'Classic Victorian Mansions' that were built twenty to forty y
A gift for Allison (Theme: Butterfly)A small piece written with the theme, "Butterfly", given from the DeviantArt writers group, Unseen Writers. Hope you enjoy, and hope for all to have a good summer. Please do comment or critique my writings, it's fuel for our minds. This is a finished story. Thank you.A gift for Allison (Theme: Butterfly)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Therius Tale
A Gift For Allison
“Allison, she is just standing there, staring out the window section of the room. Her hair is still lovely and swaying slightly at each movement her little body makes; thin arms and legs but a big heart in her chest. It has been 5 months now and still no news on treatment or even relatives, it has been her and I since the day I found her. Collapsed across one of the forest walkways, that were where I found here lifeless body, untouched physically but within becoming more and more fragile, she was so scared then her supposed to be proud day with the class.” He sighs to himself as his mind keeps running to the same point, how this co
The Last Memory "Why? Why won't they just listen to me?" Seina spoke through the tears trying to burst through her eyes as she stormed through the back door holding her arms tightly crossed against the chest of her sundress and into the backyard where her older brother, Raimundo lay, with his knees up and baseball cap shading his face. Seina slowed her pace upon feeling the dewy grass on her bare feet as she walked toward the motionless trampoline. As she got closer Raimundo slowing sat up, put his hat on and waited wth his legs crossed, opening up to his little sister. She quickly climbed onto the trampoline and slumped into her brother's lap with her head resting against his chest. Raimundo wrapped his arms around her smaller body gently as he began to speak.The Last Memory2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You say it as if they listen to anyone other than their own individual screaming. They don't listen to each other, they don't listen to a marriage counselor, they definitely don't listen to me. They have
Planes: ParenthoodIt had been a very long day for Dusty and Ishani, they had recently welcomed their first son into the world and brought him home. They were understandably ecstatic to be parents, and their friends were equally stoked. Everyone had come to see the newest addition to Propwash Junction; Skipper, Chug, Dottie, Logan Alvamel, even Leadbottom. Skipper was especially joyful, Dusty was his son who now had a son of his own. Despite not meaning any harm, the unusually high presence of others was putting the little one under stress.Planes: Parenthood2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dusty and Ishani named the young A-29 Collin, and he definitely had his grandfather’s Corsair oil running through his lines. He was a week old and obviously not in the mood to meet everyone just yet. Reluctantly, everyone but his parents were forced to pry their eyes away from Collin for the time being. Having just come home for the first time, he had a long life ahead of him.
As for Dusty and Ishani, they couldn’t be happier. From the moment Collin came i
Nawet lopata moze zostac bohaterenStałam na przystanku, wbijając wzrok w czubki moich znoszonych tenisówek. Zapadł już mrok, ale światła latarni oświetlały obszar w zasięgu mojego wzroku. Powietrze było wyjątkowo chłodne. Wepchnęłam dłonie głębiej w kieszenie, ale niewiele to dało. Było już późno i ulica ziała pustkami.Nawet lopata moze zostac bohateren4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nagle drzwi jednego z domów naprzeciwko otworzyły się gwałtownie, Z głębi mieszkania wyszedł porządnie podchmielony człeczyna, a za nim wysoka, młoda kobieta.
– Nie, tato – dobiegł do moich uszu głos dziewczyny – Za dużo wypiłeś, nie możesz prowadzić!
Mężczyzna podrapał się po łysej głowie. Potem machnął ręką.
- Wcale nie! A z resztą, co ty tam wiesz?
- Wiem wystarczająco – upierała się przy swoim jego có
ListonesPara las graduaciones del turno vespertino de un kínder, hicieron arreglos en canastitas de colores con chocolates. Después de envolverlos en celofán, Lizeth les ponía un moño de color y Lizbeth les pasaba el filo de las tijeras por los listones para enchinarlos.Listones1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
—Busca el lado opaco —le dijo Lizeth a su hermana—. De ese lado se enchinan bien.
Lizbeth pasó el filo y se dio cuenta de que no se enchinaban los listones que caían del moño.
—Creo que me equivoqué de lado -pensó Lizbeth en voz alta—. Na. Qué importa. Vamos a obligarlo a transformarse en algo que no quiere.
—Qué linda —murmuró su hermana con sarcasmo.