Dear BellaDear Bella,Dear Bella3 weeks ago in Short Stories
On this day of our wedding, I want to declare my love you. I promise to protect you always. I will kiss you in the morning dew, hold you as you fall asleep. I will hold your dainty hands in my heart. I desire to love you until we are old, grandchildren on our knees. I will always be true to you. I promise to adore you above all others. If you die before me, I shall die myself.
My love to you always,
Bella and Lewis were married in June of 1944. They spent each day together and at night the would hide under the blankets tenderly loving each other and whispers their dream.
By 1950, Bella bore two children. One boy, one girl. The American dream come true. They raised their children with love and laughter. The children gave them beautiful grandchildren. There was more l
Cramp TwinsBrooklyn’s jaw clenched as a sore moan emerged tiredly from her throat. Her teeth were gritting in gradually-building agony as her stomach started to rile itself, sweat forming on the base of her neck as everything down there began to tighten and twist in the usual, heavenly contractions of the menstrual cycle.Cramp Twins1 week ago in Short Stories
Oh, God. Here she comes, she thought, trembling as her abdomen clenched and hardened, strengthening her moans. Mother Nature never takes a break, does she? Bitch.
Her hand cautiously moved out from her side and towards to her bloated middle, naked and bulging outwards. Great. If there anything she wanted to be reminded of, it was her newly-acquired fatness.
Gllloouubrrp! Annnnd now it was screaming at her. Wonderful.
She had only dressed herself in a white bra, a kimono for her cold shoulders and tight booty shorts, a fashion decision she was seriously beginning to question. Sure, it was an unusually warm night for this time of ye
Pregnancy and parenthoodFloortje van Rossem (18) was a sweet girl. She had loving parents and got high grades in school. She was also in a loving relationship with her Swedish boyfriend Göran Almstedt (21). One day, Floortje appeared to be pregnant by him. When he heard that, Göran got furious and said: "Do you really think that I want to have a child with you! I'm not that stupid!" Immediately, he went away, leaving Floortje behind in tears. Since that day, almost everyone regarded Floortje as an outsider. Her friends turned their backs on her, school didn't go well anymore; her life was turned upside down. Luckily, her family supported her, especially during the birth of her daughter. She named her Sara and raised her up with the help of her parents. Two weeks later, Göran returned. He told Floortje that back then, he wasn't ready to be a father and that it happened too fast. He also had a huge amount of regret that he bailed on Floortje and asked her for forgiveness and a second chance. ThisPregnancy and parenthood1 week ago in Short Stories
If By Some MiracleIf By Some MiracleIf By Some Miracle1 month ago in Short Stories
The evening sun was setting low in the sky, seeping its rays through the gaps in the leaves of Lord Rafe's Hollow. Considering her betrothed was out training with her sons and the family servants tending to their own, it should have been a moment of peace for the princess. The guard that constantly accompanied her had become so much of a given presence, that he was almost part of the surroundings. So in almost all aspects, she was alone. Her pale sides moved slowly with every deep breath as she lay there in momentary bliss. To some degree, it was an ugly sight with skin and fur seemingly stretched over bone but it was a common sight now. Inside her, the small growing life twitched every now and then, making Iminye smile softly.
Just as her tired, blue orbs were about to fall closed they suddenly shot wide with shock. A loud wail of pain escaped her throat in a raspy sharp breath. The sudden stab to her side caused her to collapse to t
Letting GoA cigarette, a lighter, and a spark lit the twilight. The lamp swaying over their heads had stopped working long before they came, settling for a sweeping shadow instead. Beneath it, a sheet of dust saturated the table, and through the grimy glass, hungry fingers of sunlight searched desultory menus not worth a glimpse. The sun burned furiously. But it was not what anyone would name a bright day. A simple glance out the window earned only a melancholy view; tense and resigned to rip at the next sign of stress, the streets were worn and strung together by threads, the frayed edges reminiscent of a dilapidated security blanket. The restaurant and everything in it? Completely vapid.Letting Go3 weeks ago in Short Stories
It hadn't always been that way.
The worst part of it wasn't the lack of what they had once known there. It was the absence of what had been delicately and flawlessly crafted as a result of the time they spent there. That sacred relic had recently been broken, but the tension had existed long before. With so ma
El CastilloEl gigante levantó su garrote mientras el dragón lanzaba fuego por la boca. El caballero los observó y la mano que sostenía la espada tembló. La presencia del chico era completamente invisible ante los monstruos que cruzaban golpes.El Castillo1 month ago in Short Stories
La desolación inundó su corazón y justo cuando estaba al borde de las lágrimas, una cálida mano sostuvo la suya y lo condujo a la seguridad del castillo. Su hermana, la princesa, lo había construido para protegerlos. Pequeño y acogedor, exclusivo para ellos dos. Las paredes de almohadas se alzaban a su alrededor. Allí las discusiones de sus padres no los alcanzarían.
Playing with SisPlaying with SisPlaying with Sis2 weeks ago in Short Stories
There was an aura of anxiousness hanging through the air. It was a Friday afternoon and 10 year old Jenny was at home with just her 15 year old brother Daniel for the weekend as their parents went to a wedding. She couldn’t have friends over when her parents were gone, and Daniel never wanted to play with her. This time she had something that could help with that problem. She had a bit of an odd friend named Alexis that gave her a solution. Alexis said she knew how to hypnotize people and taught Jenny the skill. Jenny was a bit skeptical, but she had nothing to lose.
She knocked on her brother’s door to ask if he wanted to play. Daniel responded with “I got homework to do; I can’t play your little girl games right now.” Jenny knew he would say no and decided to go with plan b. She needed to get him to let her test it out to see if it works. “My friend says that you can hypnotize anyone. Will you let me try it out on you?&
ImpossibleDays of anxious waiting excitedly has lead me to the last few moments of the bus arriving to Eterna. My mind is swamped with memories of her, found curled up somewhere or crying. She was such meek thing, never speaking up or doing much, always falling behind, but she was mine and I loved her and missed her very much. I was so worried when we were apart, but now excited to see her once again. As the bus finally reached it’s destination and opened it’s doors I barely have time to gather myself and stand before a mass of body and white comes crashing into me, rushing past everyone else to pick me up in her arms and run me outside to the open air where everyone stopped and looked at us.Impossible3 weeks ago in Short Stories
“Mama, you made it!” Kali screamed, tears in her eyes already and twirling me around in her arms. I hold onto her, laughter rising in my chest. I didn’t know just how cold and empty it felt before until she came into my arms again. I hug her tightly and the both of us are cryin
GeorgeThe old man slowly made his way up the steps, wrapping his wrinkled fingers tightly around the railing as he stared upwards at the building before him George hadn’t been to this building in ages…well, what seemed like ages. He was actually at this very place a week ago, trying to check up on how his old company was doing. The security guard was new that day, he remembered, and didn’t know who he was. One awkward conversation later and the security guard understood that George was the namesake of the company (O-Malley co.) and was not a senile old man lost downtown.George1 month ago in Short Stories
Today, the security guard greeted George with a smile and a firm handshake before showing him to the elevators. George smiled, thanking the man before stepping into the elevator and pressing floor 17. “I have to be helped to the elevator now?” George chuckled to himself, “Am I really that old?”. Floor 17 was filled with large cubicles and lined with dark oak wood, just the way he lik
The Blooming of a Rustflower- Part 1(Birth)The Blooming of a Rustflower- Part 11 month ago in Short Stories
It was 19:54 on July 4th 1996. The place was a hospital in Miami.
A woman was in labour and had been for around 5 hours now. Needless to say it (but I'll go ahead and say it anyway) this was rather painful … actually, scratch that, it was VERY painful.
“AAAAARRRGH … I can't … I can't do it...” Panted the woman, who looked to be Egyptian.
An American man, who was clearly the woman's husband, held her hand tightly, and she held it tightly in return.
“You're doing fine Nenet, just a few more pushes.” Said the husband gently.
“I hope you're right Jack.” Moaned Nenet, looking in great pain.
Thankfully, her husband was right as five minutes later, after one hard and painful push, a cry was heard as a new baby joined the world.
“It's a girl!” Said the doctor as she passed the newborn baby to her mother.
Nenet cradled her daughter, who had stopped crying and was now sleeping peacefully in her arms. The baby had a
First LightI have no idea what was going on.First Light3 weeks ago in Short Stories
All I remember was running. From what? I had no clue. I just had to get away. I whipped back and forth, left and right as my body ached from moving so quickly. I breathed heavily. Cold air around me making my insides nearly freeze over. My feet were icy cold and made me really uncomfortable. I turned around to look behind me as I scrambled as quickly as I could forwards. All I saw was a bright thing, slowly getting brighter and brighter. All hair stood on end. What...what was it? Why was it chasing me? What did I do to deserve this?
Looking back was a bad idea. As soon as I turned my head back to face forwards, a huge boulder sprung itself up and out of the ground. I gasped as both of my front legs slammed into it. I flipped and hit the ground. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I looked around me, confused and disoriented as I tried to gather my thoughts together. I looked down to what seemed to be a large pool of..something.
Aventura Fantastica en Machairodus 2Segunda parte: Supervivencia, en la Samantha Richards y Kitty Snow están en el menú de los depredadores.Aventura Fantastica en Machairodus 23 days ago in Short Stories
En un bosque frondoso en las montañas de un planeta desconocido en un universo diferente, surge una luz y un vórtice se abre, saliendo de el eran Samantha Richards (Rubber Bullet) y Kitty Snow (Plastic Pussycat), ahora estaban varadas. Se sentían raras sin saber lo que pasó, pero se dieron cuenta que una no estaban en casa de Catalina Snow.
"Ahhhhh, mis brazos, mis piernas, mi cuello, mi barriguita.... me siento como salida de una máquina estira caramelos, Kitty, eso no fue muy divertido." Samantha se quejó, mirando a Kitty, quien también se sentía así, pero pudo acomodar sus pensamientos y vio a su alrededor. "¿en dónde estamos? Parece un bosque frondoso en cualquier parte de la Tierra, mi hermana es una genio, se supone que no crea portales p
Mind Over Matter"Dad?"Mind Over Matter1 month ago in Short Stories
Ramona's relationship with all of the men in her life was shaky at best; the only two exceptions were her sons, but at that moment in time, one of them spent three quarters of his life charging about their house like a bull in a china shop dressed up as a Disney Princess, and the other couldn't speak owing to him being all of three and a half months old. Louis; her male colleagues; fuck, even her own father. She was dreading the ensuing conversation; the butterflies were so bad that the regular flutter in her stomach felt more like a black hole.
Matteo had been barely aware of his daughter's presence until she had spoken, even though he'd subconsciously known that she'd sat down beside him at least ten minutes ago. The Simpsons was on the TV - how long had that dirge passed for entertainment? - and he'd been buried in the paper until she'd spoken; Alice was in the kitchen, fawning over her new grandson and talking with...well, presumably Louis or whatever 'Mon
/A Moment Lost in Time/He had run into her today, by accident since he would never willingly go near the mare of his own accord—that alone was asking for trouble. After all, with the history they shared or didn’t, the two kept as far apart as possible unless the female sought him out in one of her moments of lunacy. Sometimes, he often wondered if she was better off chased off from the herd’s stronghold but given she was not ill or did her duties just as well as any of the others in the herd…He could see why that was just improbable./A Moment Lost in Time/1 month ago in Short Stories
Still, he remained quiet on the moments when the two were in accidental vicinity to each other—keeping his stoic visage intact as he saw her dark lilac eyes narrow into deadly slits to glower at him as though the ground beneath him would swallow him whole. It was a look he was used to, really, ever since his father had been slaughtered and devoured by the polar bear when he was an adolescent. Hell, even her words as she spat bitter repertoires at hi
maybe kids weren't such a bad idea"I can't believe you did this to me" she grumbled hiding her face in her hands.maybe kids weren't such a bad idea1 month ago in Short Stories
He smiled and kissed the top of her head, "come on kids will be great" he gently rubbed her large stomach, "think about it. a bunch of little us' running around the house."
She sighed and smirked, "OH YES! SPEAKING OF HOUSE! now that we have a mini us on the way we should PROBABLY start considering one. I mean if you want the large family you keep talking about, the apartment won't be enough"
he nodded and grinned, "I think we can do that"
"OH and by the way I am NOT pushing the hundreds of kids you want out of me... this one is enough" she sighed rubbing her stomach a little.
"then we can adopt"
Tiffani let out a large breath that was somewhere between a sigh and an exhale of frustration, "demons, kids are. all of them. just demons"
Ryker gently lifted the covers off of her and slid into the hospital bed next to her, "and just two more months until we have our own demon"
Tiffani sat on the couch, staring a
engine song Engine Song, or, The Single-Windowed and Presumably Yellow School Busengine song1 month ago in Short Stories
The seats of the single-windowed and presumably yellow school bus were occupied from front to back with carbon copies of my Mother. They were a familiar edition of Mother, a version equipped with dark, shoulder-length hair that just brushed the edges of her shoulders. It was a version of her I had longed to see once more, brought from a time when our relationship was built upon trust, rather than aversion. The Mothers sat as tired mannequins would: linearly attentive, spines aslant in werewolf-hunch, bob-cuts swaying in harmony to the road-bump happenings. It was a set of bodies, deadened and cold, not quite Mother, but not quite not. I wandered from the rear and surveyed the Mothers, their collective focus driven strictly forward. I acknowledged where I was, felt the engine of the presumably yellow school bus rumbling through me.
I'll Never ForgetJohn ParamountI'll Never Forget1 month ago in Short Stories
September 4, 2015
Speech and Debate
I’ll Never Forget
Hey brother, it's been a while. [Stare at the ground and walk towards an imaginary grave]. I... I brought you a little something. [Reach into pocket and take something] You remember Tim? [Put imaginary item on imaginary grave] I found him while I was cleaning out your room. Your room's just been sitting there, gathering dust since... Yeah, Mom cries every time she goes in there. May I sit down? Thanks. [Sit] We miss you a lot brother. We missed you while you were on tour, and you were never the same when you came back. It's almost like you died before you... Well before you did. (Sigh). I'm sorry Matthew, you don’t want me to be sad, you never did want me to. I remember, back when we were younger, you told me, “Daisy wouldn’t want you to be sad. If she were still here, she’d cuddle up to you and lick those
The Mini Sparkling adventuresThe Mini Sparkling adventuresThe Mini Sparkling adventures3 weeks ago in Short Stories
The desepticon war ship was not really the best play ground for five sparklings, but when you are a sparkling yourself you don't care much and anything is your toy and play ground.
Tempest was the only daughter of death dancer and Skyler she was part techno organic part seeker but showed her techno organic side more with wolf parts.
She was a lot like her sire and had started to gain a mixed personally from both her carrier and sire. She enjoyed playing with her brothers and cousin, making fun of grandpa knock out much like her carrier did and taking cookies from the kitchen.
Today she was sitting with her brothers. Skyblade, Hailstorm . Newtronstar and her cousin Frequency. They being watched over by their grandmother. Flairfire a large techno organic butterfly, she was getting a story ready for them for nap time.
Tempest pouted looking down clicking to Skyblade who looked a lot like a certain warlord everyone knows with icy blue eyes, he obeyed and
Coming Home To RestartRicky fiddled with one of the many rings on her fingers; to say she was nervous was an understatement. The black and red haired girl looked outside to watch the horses being dressed and loaded up into trailers.Coming Home To Restart3 weeks ago in Short Stories
"Ricky, its going to be okay. Im sure you're father would of understood your meaning" Andrew, a short stout older man, spoke softly. "It's not your fault those horses died."
"I know Andy... I just. I mean Im glad to go home, back to England. I've just made so many good friends." Ricky bit her lip and sighed.
Andrew moved over to the girl. "I know what you mean. It'll be fine. You'll make more friends!" He patted Ricky on head, leaving the younger to moan and whine.
"Hey! We're getting ready to leave, Chris is in the car." Arthur joined the two into the now empty saddle room. "We should get going our flight is in four hours."
Ricky checked her watch. 1:12am. Groaning, she stood up, her muscles crying out in protest.
"Lets get this check in over and done with. All horses are going
swat kats are coming backthe TREMBLAY Bros. are bringing back the swat kats on air again with new characters weapeons and new suits for them too i am super duper happy for themswat kats are coming back2 days ago in Short Stories
What's Happiness?There was nothing special about him.What's Happiness?6 days ago in Short Stories
You could stare at him as long as you want,
Try to scrutinise any of his habits and movements
Go ahead, analyse the way he leads his life…
There is nothing that would really stand out.
Average job, average pay, pretty little wife
Two little soldiers playing or fighting together
Troublesome little devils during the day but nice cute angels when night comes down.
Not a fancy big house with huge gardens and big parking full of luxurious cars. No, just a small place in quiet corner, just enough to keep their day brighter
You could qualify his life as properly monotonous.
Every day is the same, nothing special happens… no trouble nor excitement.
He goes to work early in the morning and come back sometimes late at night.
He drives for an hour and a half five days a week feed his family.
His wife spends most her time home, doing the housework, raising the kids, checking over if there is nothing missing… making everything ready
amor imposibleAMOR IMPOSIBLEamor imposible2 weeks ago in Short Stories
mari - fue un accidente lo juro pero Karina protégeme seré tu esclava una semana- dijo mientras unia las manos y agachaba la cabeza- por favor
Karina- un mes – dijo mientras sonreía con una sonrisa gatuna
Mari- no una semana y media- entences se dio cuenta que Karina se marchaba
Karina- adiós te vere en tu funeral- mientras saludaba de espaldas
Mari- no puedes dejarme morir asì- mirándola con una mueca
Karina- a que si puedo- mientras se volteaba
¿?- !!!!MARIA¡¡¡¡ ESTAS MUERTA- Dijo gritando un chico con el cabello rosa mientras se acercaba a ellas
Mari- Víctor – *estoy muerta*-esta bien 2 semanas
Karina- bien ahora dime que hiciste para pensar una solución- mientras mostraba una sonrisa triunfante
Mari- pues veras
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MARIA SE ENCONTRABA escondida detr
Escena simpleElla estaba mirando por la ventana pensado sobre lo que había más allá de esos cerros, de las milpas y el cielo nublado. Su madre la miró un momento.Escena simple20 hours ago in Short Stories
— ¿Porque no te has casado? — Le preguntó sabiendo que ella ya era mayor —La hija de Jacinta tiene tu edad y se acaba de casar; si tú no eres fea...
Pero la mujer solo suspiró y siguió mirando el cielo nublado.
— No sé hacer equipo —dijo ella después de un rato, como si lo hubiese recordado de pronto.
Su madre hizo una mueca, luego desaprobó el comentario con la cabeza y siguió con su bordado.
Why?Why?Why?3 days ago in Short Stories
Why you keep hurting me?
Why you say you love me, but think only about yourself?
Why you ask, but don’t listen to answer?
Why you promise, but don’t keep promises?
Why you say what you don’t mean?
Why you give me burden instead of support?
Why you think everything’s perfectly okay?
Why can’t I believe anything you say?
Why you want me to understand you, while you don’t understand me?
Why you’re there, but you’re not there?
Why could I never rely on you?
Why your image always brings bad memories?
Why can’t it be normal?
Why can’t I have what others have?