A Birthday for RyanLike a holiday, birthdays come but once a year. It’s a time of happiness and cheer, a reminder of the moment when they were first brought into this world. Birthdays are something celebrated every day, and for some people, it’s what they look forward to more than any other day. Ryan, who was now 8-years-old, was definitely one of those people. The birthday boy was bursting with enthusiasm from every part of his body, from his feet to his brown-haired head.A Birthday for Ryan3 weeks ago in Short Stories
“Birfday, birfday, today’s my birfday...” he happily sung to himself, dancing about the snowy backyard in full winter gear. The crunching of the powder beneath him brought him even more joy, his brown eyes shining like the morning sun during this mid-January day. Light snow gently fell onto the ground as he pranced about, without a care.
“Gwant’s gonna be hewe, an’ aww my fwiends, an’ we’we gonna have wots’a fun! Hee hee ha ha ha ha!”
Ryan giggled as he forcefully
A Soup Story“Dad?”A Soup Story5 days ago in Short Stories
“Annie...err...it's...do you...I...“ He was standing in the kitchen, his eyes fixed on a small book. Onion, it said, in his wife's elegant handwriting. He had been standing there for over an hour, reading the lines again and again, before deciding to call his daughter on the phone. Onion, potatoes, sweet pepper, carrots, ginger... All ingredients neatly written down, but no hint on how much or what to do with them whatsoever.
“Is something wrong with Mom? Is she alright?” Annie asked, breaking the silence with a distressed, high-pitched voice.
“She's fine, I mean, she obviously is not, she's in the hospital...”
“I know that. Did they call you? Did anything happen?”
“No, no, it's not about Mom, well it is, but no...I doubt she can walk again yet, what could possibly happen?” he asked absent-minded, sunken back into the enigma of his wife's recipe book. Vegetable broth, coconut milk, re
Mechanid World - LegacyIt had been a long day for everyone. Huge fire in the cornfields that Dusty and Mayday had to put out, salvaging whatever corn was left for everyone else. It was just irritating. Everyone was happy when it was all over and they could just rest.Mechanid World - Legacy1 month ago in Short Stories
Or in the case of Dusty and Skipper, having quality time with the little Crophoppers. They were growing up fast along with Dottie’s twins. Skipper was glad he was alive to see all this… including the arrival of the youngest Crophopper.
“I could’ve sworn Jett was Aries size yesterday.” Skipper commented, looking at the little baby girl in Dusty’s arms. “What happened?”
“I honestly don’t know. Just… when by really quick.” Dusty rocked Aries gently, she was fast asleep currently. “Guess time really does fly.”
“Yeah… Don't I know it.” Skipper looked out to the fields. The two of them were on a bench, keeping an eye on the other two kids along with t
Honest Trailers - Total Drama LetteramaFrom the creator of Letterz, comes the sequel that takes place about three days later than the previous fanfic…Honest Trailers - Total Drama Letterama2 weeks ago in Short Stories
TOTAL DRAMA LETTERAMA!
Join in with 25 newbies, as they battle it out for the chance to win a million… Oh, wait, 26? Forgot about the latecomer, and all that doo-dah… 26 newbies, some of which I don't even remember that much! And all of your classic favorites are back! Faves like Tabitha, Irene, Yessica, and the rest… On Wawanakwa Isle...
Spider and Quana are your hosts, and they do various stuff that Chris can't do! Such as… be all lovey-dovey with each other, and assist each other. Cause that's what they do this story. Sure, Spider is a badass and all near the end, but even then...
Meet Rheneas Skorch, a guy with a beam katana who most likely doesn't f*** at funerals, and who's into soap operas! And who also romances on Tabitha and helps her change for the better. Also meet VayVay Mittens, a peaceful latecomer into the game, who says som
PhotographI don't love you anymore,Photograph1 week ago in Short Stories
all that we had is gone.
Your words mean the same as your commitment.
You speak for us,
when you really just speaking for yourself.
Did you even know the real me?
Or just the version you wanted me to be.
I've outgrown you.
I've missed us,
but I've missed my freedom more.
I can hear myself think.
I see the game that was played.
I feel the love that was wasted.
Regrets are child's play,
it happens, it always does.
But why waste time on something long gone.
Make You ProudFluffy dark ears swiveled back in concentration as a short sturdy form fixated on the ground below. Having spent half the day in the same position, the buck's eyelids were starting to grow heavy though he fought to keep them open. He vaguely remembered his father moving away to talk to mother some time ago. Zoltan would have been mildly offended that Lord Daren had left mid lesson, had he not realized the sun had started to set and their training had probably dragged on for a very long time...Make You Proud3 weeks ago in Short Stories
"Zoh," he suddenly heard a low voice move closer and nudge his side. "We will continue in the morning. Your mind needs rest for now." though his father attempted to hide it, the buck could hear the faint disappointment in his voice. Slowly, he looked up with a disgruntled expression. "But father, I just need a little more time... I swear to Oganach I'll make one grow" Zoltan replied before frowning at the ground beneath him. He was letting his father and himself down entirely
The Seeds of RebellionThe Seeds of Rebellion2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Amelia had only worked at the school for a few months, teaching fifth grade, when a Boy Scout looking to get community service hours offered to demonstrate some outdoors skills to her class. She thought it was a great idea, at the time.
The Scout's demonstration focused on various kinds of knots, many of which fascinated her pupils. Surprisingly, the usually rowdy class remained attentive and engaged. They were so impressed they asked if they could keep the rope to practice throughout the day.
Hoping to keep them cooperative through recess she agreed, offering to reimburse the Scout. She'd just have to keep an eye on the ones playing with it. At the conclusion of his class, he declined, saying they had plenty more back at his troop. With that they left the classroom and, so she thought, the rope as well.
Hers was the only class to enjoy recess for that hour, their usual playmates suffering a disciplinary action. As she stood by the tree to shoo away any children seeking to hide in the
Pocket ChangeTakamatsu Chihiro couldn’t have made it home fast enough, his legs pounding on the sidewalk as he bounded past the familiar bakery that meant he only had two blocks to go before he reached his destination. The scents that wafted out were warm and sweet, and they made the academy student’s stomach growl loudly. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten, and the fleeting thought about his hunger caused the brunette to stop in front of the confectionary and peek inside.Pocket Change1 month ago in Short Stories
Rows and rows of baked goods were spread throughout the store, and a young girl with slick straight brown hair was taking a tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven, the sight so delectable the boy had to force himself to look away. He clutched the small makeshift cloth bag tightly in his hand, and strained himself to keep walking. There was no point in staring at what he couldn’t have.
The young boy continued the amble to his home, though now he had begun to walk more slowly, without th
[aph] - Herbatka, Batonik i krzeslo z IkeiHerbatka, Batonik i krzesło z Ikei[aph] - Herbatka, Batonik i krzeslo z Ikei2 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
Matias y MinervaMatias y Minerva12 hours 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
Last Minute RejectionAlone at altar, bride in tears.Last Minute Rejection1 month ago in Short Stories
Floating in TimeFloating in Time2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Russell Rufus was a balloon contortionist. He would craft the most elaborate models and figures from balloons. Whenever he invented something with his nimble fingers he would always bring sunny smiles on children's faces. His notorious balloon animals and buildings were quite the attraction, and they earned him a dazzling reputation in the amusement park he worked for.
His ten-year-old daughter, Rise, had inherited his love for balloons. Every now and then, on arbitrary occasions, she would tag behind him to his workplace and spend her time munching on fuzzy swabs of cotton candy and crunching into caramel-coated candy apples, drizzled with roasted nuts and sprinkled with a pinch of sugar. She would participate in all the rides and play all the games, to the extent of memorizing the locations of each and every one in the entire amusement park. No matter how many times she achieved these feats, the thrills of attending these activities never wore off.
A Prince's Sorrow chapter 3A Prince's Sorrow chapter 31 month ago in Short Stories
The evening stars hung listlessly in the dark, cool, night sky. Artemis sat in the large bay window in the west wing of the palace, a place he visited whenever he needed solace. It had been his routine since he was younger and his sister had been spirited away from the company of his presence. Like Alder, Ajua, his sister, had been forced to endure the long and arduous sessions with the royal tutor. As crowned princess, it was her fate to someday become the ruler of Calico. He remembered how he hated not being able to spend time with his beloved twin and how she was too exhausted to do much of anything beyond sleeping when her sessions had ended. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand Avalon’s feelings. In fact, he knew them all too well. Still, he was the Emperor of Calico and he had an obligation to the people. It was his unpleasant duty to surrender his first born to their demands.
A gentle sigh escaped him. Wearily, he cast his gaze up to the moo
Zoey's necklace's originZoey's mom- "Zoey, what do you see in this necklace?"Zoey's necklace's origin2 weeks ago in Short Stories
-Zoey looks into the gem-
-Zoey looks at her mother-
Zoey- "I see my reflection, as well as some dirt"
Zoey's mom- "look deeper Zoey, as things may not appear at a first glance"
-Zoey looks again at the necklace-
Zoey -"The necklace's gemstone...It's cracked...I also see someone...IT'S ME!"
Zoey's mom-"That's right. This gemstone is made of your memories, everything you've experienced...And it's your's"
Zoey - "which memories are in there?"
Zoey's mom - "too many to tell, but I know a few; The time you first rode your bike, the day you got student of the year, the day you met your friends and the day you finally met me"
-Zoey hugs her mother
Zoey's mom-"Happy birthday, my little girl"
-Zoey's mom helps her put on the necklace-
Zoey: "It's perfect, thanks mom"
Grandfather FuuAs he turned the car into the driveway, Bastian felt the previous eleven hours catch up to him. The day had been a busy one; summer had meant graduations, weddings, and parties in addition to his usual dates, funerals, and “I don’t know what I did wrong but I’m sorry I did it” bouquets, and today he’d done all of the above. Between the computer crashing midmorning, two employees being sick, and the delivery van choosing lunchtime as the perfect moment to break down, all Bastian wanted was a nice restful evening.Grandfather Fuu3 weeks ago in Short Stories
He thought about ordering take-out, something that delivered. A nice bath, perhaps a bubble bath, a long soak in the tub regardless; he smiled at the thought of letting the heat wash away all the day’s aches and annoyances. His bed awaited after the bath, a huge king-sized pillowtop, with his husband to snuggle with. And baby Silas-
His plans hit a screeching halt. Silas was teething; as much as Bastian lov
Espiridion x GloryBACKSTORYEspiridion x Glory3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Over the past year, we have been trying extremely hard to breed Glory for her last litter. She is now six years old and we have questioned ourselves whether to keep trying or to let her retire from breeding. She is the foundation bitch to our Presa Canario program, having had puppies with Ezekiel, our founding male, who passed away suddenly two years ago from a bee sting. (We thankfully have semen on him, and will be using it in the future.) Glory's family line produces very strong bitches, and that was one of the main reasons why I chose her for my foundation. The Ezekiel litter produced Zenith and Zohar, both females who look like males, robust, vigorous, and not quite as refined as most females.
Glory has gone into heat exactly every 5-1/2 months, which is her normal, even from puppyhood. It hasn't been a problem with her heats, as she is cycling well and bleeding every time. She goes through about one month, before, during, and after estrus, of wanting to be
Childhood"Noah—hey, get up." Richard's deep, perpetually gruff voice brought Noah's hazy attention to him. The tank of a man was stooped over Noah in his bed, his icy blue gaze suggesting he had been trying to wake the boy up for some time now.Childhood1 week ago in Short Stories
"'m up," Noah managed to mutter as he lazily pushed himself up and ran a hand through his haphazardly bleached curls.
"You said that twenty minutes ago."
He couldn't recall. In a yawn, Noah asked the man, "What time is it?"
The number alone woke the boy up well enough as he asked incredulously, "At night?" He looked towards the window, partially covered by tattered blue curtains, to see what could easily have been dusk approaching.
Just as quickly, Noah reverted back into a tired stupor and flopped his head back onto his pillow, drawing up the blankets as Richard took hold to stop him from doing so. "Richard," He griped, "This is bullshit."
"I know," Richard nodded with all the patienc
TPO | ReplacedThe scene before them was amazing. Clan cats and their star-flecked loved ones face to face. Nearly every cat was lit up with a smile, and just as many cat’s faces were dripping with tears. Memories brought to surface if only for a night.TPO | Replaced4 days ago in Short Stories
Thistleheart and Bluestep were...lucky in a way. While they felt discluded from the happy faces before them, they also hadn’t suffered as much loss as many of their clanmates had had to. Being discluded, Thistleheart decided, was worth it in this case.
At least, he liked to think he was discluded. But when a small kitten, less than 3 moons old, materialized from the waterfall, he felt his heart drop. Bluestep seemed to stiffen beside him. Dark-kit. Their brother, their littermate, gone before his time.
The siblings could be easily spotted, further away from the falls than the rest. They frantically searched out their mother because, really, she was the only cat who would recognize the little tom. They spotted her, nestled into Foxsp
Rainy Day [AT]In dimness of his room, Sols eyelids slide opened and he wondered if it was early in the morning. The seams of the house creek as the wind roared and whistled. It wasn’t early as he suspected. A storm was brewing.Rainy Day [AT]1 month ago in Short Stories
From his cozy spot nestled at his feet, a Chester Pug looked at him sheepishly. He knew how he hated relieving himself in the rain. He would be picking up dog feces from the kitchen floor if he didn’t get him out before the sky let loose. He scampered toward him, licking Sols face as if he could read his thoughts. Ignoring him, Sol snuggled back under the blankets not liking the idea of having to go out in the cold and yell at him to lay down. He knew he’ll pay later his decision. He curled in around his stomach, dropping his head on the comforter defeated.
How did he ever agree to look after this mutt? Unexpectedly, a friend had come to him, asking him if he could look after this mongrel for the weekend. And he didn’t know what had overcame him, but s
Olivia and WolfWolf yawned and looked over, Olivia was downstairs making breakfast, he heard a small whine, he peeked into Alex smacking Aaron awake. Wolf picked up Alex, “what have I said about smacking your brother awake”Olivia and Wolf1 month ago in Short Stories
Alex pouted and cuddled Wolf, Wolf pouted, “you know how much I love cuddles” Wolf peeked in on Aaron, he was cuddling a stuffed bunny Dillon had let him have, and Wolf chuckled. Aaron and Alex were not Wolf's, everyone knew that, but Wolf loved the children like they were his own, and decided he be dad, since their real dad was a dead beat and didn't want anything to do with them, and didn't believe they were even his in the first place. But that was fine with Wolf, he loved the twins, he loved their mother, but Olivia, would say daily how she hated Wolf, which in her own way meant she cared, a little.
Aaron pouted and reached out for Wolf, and Wolf picked him up to, Aaron looked down and reached for the bunny, and Wolf lowered him to grab it. Aaron smiled
Weeping For The Soldiers And Their GoodbyesI drove my blue 1967 Chevy Impala down a paved road into Joint Base Lewis-McCord (JBLM), where my twin brother Adam would be starting boot camp. He was dressed in his Army fatigues, and looked handsome with his beard shaved off and his hair a uniform buzz-cut. I stared down the long tarmac, wishing that I was going with him. I remember the day I received my rejection letter into the Academy. I was inconsolable, especially after Adam received his acceptance letter.Weeping For The Soldiers And Their Goodbyes1 month ago in Short Stories
As JBLM crept closer and closer, I felt the anxiety rise inside my stomach, hard cherry pits rolling in the bottom and a hummingbird heart inside my chest. I took a shaky deep breath. Adam looked over to me and arched his eyebrow dramatically, curious as to what my heavy sigh was about. I looked over at him briefly, and the comical way his eyebrow arched made me laugh.
“What?” Adam asked.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Nothing?” Adam said, exasperated. “What do you mean, nothing?”
Reaching Through the FlamesReaching Through the Flames1 month ago in Short Stories
Hanner and Lukas Jordan were not your everyday siblings. While most brothers or sisters didn't get along where they came from, this pair of teens were tighter than a knot. When most kids spent time with friends from their own grades, the two brothers instead found themselves cracking jokes and talking about their favorite action movies with one another. While this did draw some surprised attention from the other high school students, no one dared to say a thing. Best friends were best friends, and there was no pulling these two apart.
It was especially strange that the brothers got along so well for their age and personality difference. Hanner was a seventeen year old Junior with a bold and determined attitude, while Lukas was a fifteen year old Freshman with a more calm and soft spoken attitude. Yet somehow, these two seemed to agree on nearly everything. They loved all the same movies and TV shows, and were great at insulting each other in a friendly w
Great-GrandmotherGreat-GrandmotherGreat-Grandmother1 month ago in Short Stories
One day, Yuma and Yuna (age 23) were just sitting about their home, just lounging about, when they heard a knock on the front door. Yuma went over and opened it to find an elderly Apache woman standing right in the middle of the frame. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“May I come in? I have much to tell,” the Apache woman spoke.
Yuma allowed the Apache woman to enter. She took a seat on the sofa in the living room, next to Yuna. Yuma sat down on the other side.
“Who are you?” Yuna asked.
“I am your great-grandmother.”
“What? You aren’t dead?” Yuma questioned.
“No, no. I can live far longer than a normal human,” the Apache woman stated.
“So why have you been gone for so long?”
“You’re not going to like this, but...”
The Apache woman started morphing. She began looking younger but at the same time less human. She transformed into her true form: an a