Don't Look Under the BedThe only rule we had when we were children was to never look under the bed.Don't Look Under the Bed1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not just any bed, but the bed of our mother. She hid something down beneath the bed that we weren't meant to see. Some great secret protected by the boogeyman, she would tell us. "If you get on your hands and knees and try to look... he'll jump out! And grab you!" After the threat was made, she pounced on either myself or my brother, laughing and tickling until we were nothing but a pile of small giggles on the floor.
We took the words seriously, however. Running into the room to awaken our parents on holidays like birthdays or Christmas, or Thanksgiving, any of them and never once did we look under the bed. Sometimes we hesitated, sometimes we thought there would be a hand reaching out to grab us if we weren't fast enough. The ruffles of the bed covered the foot of the bed, so logically as the little kids we were, jumping at the foot of the bed was safest. It's what we always did, to get onto the bed and avoid
Don't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!ReaderDon't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!Reader6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Antonio sat in the park, his back against the tree as he tied blades of grass into knots. He was tired of all the labels that were put on him. Just because he raised and cared for Romano, doesn't mean that's he's a pedophile! Sometimes he wished he could just disappear. Whether they were jokes or not, they still hurt him. He loves children! They're wonderful and delightful to be around.
Suddenly a soccer ball rolled towards him. Turning his head, he saw a small group of children. After a few moments, the youngest walked towards him. Smiling, he waved at the Spaniard, who waved back.
"H-HI! Sorry for disturbing you....but can we have the ball back?" Antonio smiled and handed the boy the ball. Giving him a quick thanks, he turned to go back to his friends. But...he paused. Looking back at Antonio, and then back at his friends, he sighed. Waving goodbye to Antonio, he went back to his friends. After the game started up again, the Spaniard decided he had better find somewhere e
The Forest--Slenderman x Child!Male!ReaderShadows flickered over the cold forest floor. The only source of light was that of a hand torch,held by a trembling hand. The man who was in possesion of said flashlight was terrified and paranoid beyond belief. He jumped at every creak. Every hoot of an owl,every screech of an animal of the night.The Forest--Slenderman x Child!Male!Reader1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man,Alex,was searching for the 8 pages that were scattered about the forest. How the hell was he supposed to find all 8 freaking pages? Especially in the dark! Shining in his flashlight in every direction to make sure that there wasn't any dangers or obstacles in his way,his beam landed on something...peculiar.
Freezing on the spot,he squinted his eyes in the direction of what he had thought to be a man,only to find a young boy. He seemed to be about the age of 6,with (H/C) locks and (Pale/Tan/Etc) skin,that seemed to have a sickly glow to it.
'Why would a child be out here in the dark? Why is a child out here in the forest at all?!' As Alex opened his mouth to call ou
genderless gingerbread figuresI was three times three years old and had three freckles on the bridge of my nose. My brother was three years into primary school and had just learnt his three times tables. Our parents had recently divorced and our father took us to the fairground to meet his new girlfriend.genderless gingerbread figures4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
My brother wouldn’t ride on the teacups with me because they were ‘too girly’, so I rode on them alone. I loved the teacups best of all because they made me feel really small, like Thumbelina trapped in a human’s china cabinet. I was bigger than my brother, with a belly starting to hang over my jeans like cake batter slipping over the rim of a mixing bowl, but spinning in a large pink cup with the world swirling into pastels like smudged chalk all around me, I felt as free and light as a dandelion seed being blown into oblivion. The nausea made me smile and I chastened the squeals of delight that threatened to escape, swallowing them down with gulps of air.
My brother rode on a ‘boy
Payback for Play Coins (Oneshot) Luno had to be steaming mad. He'd let Luna borrow his 3DS to play Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds, but she used almost half of his Play Coins on Hint Ghosts throughout the game on her profile! You would expect him to be pretty angry at his little sister. But he had a better idea. He grabbed a fur brush, a never-used electric toothbrush, (I hope it belonged to Shade. XD) and a small bottle of TickleX, and went to find Luna. And sure enough, she was already in her room, writing in her diary.Payback for Play Coins (Oneshot)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luno snuck up on the kitten, grabbed her ankles, (making her gasp,) and held them close to his chest.
"Luno, w-what are you doing!?" Luna asked in surprise.
"Giving you what you deserve," Luno smirked before rubbing a palmful of TickleX onto her soles, then all around her toes, and up and down her arches.
"W-what do you mean?" Luna asked, trying not to giggle, "What are you doing this for?"
"I'm sure you remember," Luno said, "You must've had a
HPM: The 30thIt was the dark ages. It was the day plumes of smoke and ash commanded the skies. Pyroclastic flows snuffing out thousands of lives on one mighty gulp! It was, oh how it was! It was the darkest of days! The blackest, the most void of hope! Where was the sun!? Where was the joy of laughter!? Where was her youth?HPM: The 30th1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
There a body lay flattened on a bed of smooth shimmering sheet. The head which bore red eyes laid to its side as fingers played with subtle winkles in the fabric, chasing each wave of reflection till it ebbed or caught in shadows.
Around her body was a subtle yellow stola with loose fabric that did not hug her frame, and a loosely wrapped palla. Yes, she had chosen a feminine garb for the historical competition that had plagued the islands with worthless, and unrealistic, toga parties. Why, if they had all stripped naked and sped to the arena she would have found their antics somewhat more tolerable, if not just due to an accurate portrayal of ancient culture.
Supple lips pulled
I promise you..For a long time, Olivia sat on the floor while staring at the ceiling. Her training was over, and her legs felt like ice every time she managed to flex her toes. She didn’t feel like changing into her uniform so she just stayed in her black t-shirt and her red leotard underneath it. Rolling onto her side, she breathed out little breaths as she repeated some words over in Russian, and some in Vietnamese, and some in French, until she was able to make a beat by tapping her hand on the floor and made a song for herself.I promise you..3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wanted to go to sleep, and this was the only way she knew how to go to sleep without Rei, Nana, and countless other older exorcists to lull her back into her dreamworld.
“Olivia?” A voice that was very familiar to her called to her door. It was Nana. Nana was a very sweet young woman, though some exorcists spoke lowly of her in some terms, she didn’t care. It was very hard for someone to ruin Olivia’s impression of a person when she saw th
Mechanid World - The Green Cyclone Part 3Part 3: Little BrotherMechanid World - The Green Cyclone Part 32 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
As time went on, there was a period of time that Ripslinger wasn’t able to continue teaching Matt about his flight, due to interviews, scheduling meetings with the press, other fan meet and greets.
So he was at the orphanage again, but for once trying not to make trouble. He looked out the window as often as he could hoping he’d spot his hero coming up to the doors.
Come back Rip… I miss you…. The boy thought, watching as rain poured down, he sniffled a little swiping at his eyes to keep the tears at bay. Please come back…
He looked up to see one of the caretakers, Maddie looking at him with worry. “What?” He growled, crossing his arms. He wanted to be left alone.
“Are you okay sweetie? You’ve been so quiet.” She went to brush some of his hair out of his eyes, he blocked her hand.
“Don’t. Touch. Me. You’re not my mom… and you're not Kelly.
Mechanid World - The Green Cyclone Part 2Part 2: BondingMechanid World - The Green Cyclone Part 23 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the weeks that followed, Matt had become a frequent fixture in Ripslinger’s life. He didn’t hesitate with calling, and more often than not it was because he needed to get out of the orphanage for awhile…
Or he really needed a place to duck at for a few hours while the older kids hunted down belongings hidden as forms of revenge.
He was a good kid, but he had his crazy streak down. There was one question, that no one answered yet, since it hadn’t been asked.
Matt was watching Ripslinger practice, when he took a break looking at the kid curiously.
“Question kid…. You a mechanid? Been meaning to ask.”
He nodded quickly a grin quickly finding itself on his face. “Yep! I’m a plane mechanid!” But the grin fell as he looked down feeling embarrassed. “But… I can’t fly…”
“Can’t fly huh? Bad engine? Or never learned?”
“Never learned. Most of the caretakers ar
Mechanid World - The Green Cyclone Part 1Part 1: CleaningMechanid World - The Green Cyclone Part 13 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Miss Eloise’s Home for Children. AKA Last Stop Shop as the kids inside referred to it. The kids that fell through the cracks, the mechanids and huminids, no one wanted or just couldn’t get placed.
Kids of all ages resided there, from infants to teenagers. Some had been there for a few days, some for their entire lives.
Ripslinger stood beside his secretary, Kelly, about to head in. “You sure this is a good idea?”
After the Wings Around the Globe Rally incident, Ripslinger had to lay low. Many people were outraged when details of what he had done during the race got out to the press. His secretary, the only person who could reign him in sometimes, had arranged for him to do some charity work, to prove that her employer wasn’t a monster. That he was trying to make up for what he did.
Ripslinger gulped a bit. He was rarely nervous but he never did well with kids.
They headed in…. and n
~Help me with title~ (vent/mixed emotions)There is a young mid 20s lady who lives with her beautiful tri-lingual mother and three pets. This family used to be very very rich until about 4 years ago. For 4 years this family has been suffering with bad financial problems, even at times they can't afford food for themselves. The young lady has over several degrees just like her mother, but sometimes they can't find anything.~Help me with title~ (vent/mixed emotions)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the past couple of week the mid 20s year old lady and her mother were arguing, fighting, yelling at each other, plus at times smacking each other. The young lady doesn't know what to do anymore as she is shaking, crying, and having a big meltdown... The mother on the other hand is just yelling, screaming, saying bad words in Spanish and making the young lady scared of her.
This same lady is scared, shaking and doesn't know what to do anymore.. at times she feels like she doesn't exist.
TestThe first thing I'm greeted with is an acrid fume, unmistakably the smell of something burning. At first, I shrug it off groggily, assuming my mother tried to cook again and roll back over to get a little more sleep before school. Mom could take care of a little smoke she made in a cooking accident, hopefully- I mean, this isn't the first time she's done something like that.Test1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm almost ready to doze off again when I realize the fumes aren't going away at all - - in fact, they're getting stronger. That's when it snaps - - it's the middle of the night.
Why would Mom cook in the middle of a school night?
Oh, hell. That could only mean one thing.
I practically jump out of bed and run to my door, flinging it open to see the living and kitchen quickly consumed by the flames. Chills make their way down my spine and I begin to sweat. I want to run, to get my mom and my cat rounded up and get out, but my body doesn't obey me, instead it walks the opposite
Mechanid World - A PromiseDusty was cradling his youngest sibling, holding her close, savoring the moment he had with her. He had to go back to Propwash and couldn’t stay forever, though he wished he could stay a bit longer to bond with her more. He would see her again when the Fourth of July happened or the Corn Festival… Or when he felt like it.Mechanid World - A Promise3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Olivia yawned, clinging to her brother’s jacket burying her face in it. Her brother was warm and she was content to just cuddle up to him for as long as possible.
Dusty smiled before sighing, realizing there was a weight on his legs. “Andy… Let go.”
“Andy c’mon, I gotta put Olivia to bed… Before I go.”
Andy gave the kicked puppy dog eyes. “B-Bu-But…”
“I promise I’ll be back soon…”
Andy pouted and let him go following him up the stairs to Olivia’s room. Dusty rocked her a little before trying to set her in her crib.
She started whimpering. Dusty
A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 1A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x ReaderA Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
(F/N): your first name
(H/C): your hair colour
(E/C): your eye colour
(Fr/N): friend name
(Fr/H/C): friend’s hair colour
(F/C): Favourite colour
Ah, morning. The start of a brand new day. Yellowish lines glowed and reached every corner of the earth, bashing the dark with fierce yet soft light. Birds flew around and sang the morning theme, waking the unfurled flowers with its chirping notes. It was a perfect way to start this nice, warm, sunny day. Surely, this beautiful harmony would lift the spirits of all being.
Yet, one heart was gloomy, weighted down by an unknown and confusing feeling.
There, stood one woman who witnessed the gorgeous morning, yet mirth was nowhere near her (E/C) irises which stared at the object on her hand.
Upon closer inspection, it bore the sign plus or positive.
The woman—whose name was (Y/N)—could only release a tired sigh
SecretsAimi smiled softly at her newborn son cradled in her arms, she had been through fourteen hours of labor and did not mind it one bit, as the miracle she was holding in her arms was perfect in every way. She could not wait to share the good news with her family and most of all she felt at peace and ease for the first time since her marriage into the Oshiro family. Her little Akihiko had made his appearance at approximately twelve noon and had proved that his lungs were powerful.Secrets10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Aimi, let me see him,” Hoshiko Oshiro walked over to his wife quickly and smiled gently down at the infant she was cradling. “My wonderful first born son’s finally here.”
“Yes and he’s adorable,” Aimi hoped that Hoshiko wouldn’t notice that their son didn’t look a thing like him. But she knew that as perceptive as the elder man was, there would probably be questions once she recovered from labor and delivery.
“Aimi, he looks just like you,”
Oh How She WondersShe wants to go to somebody, it’s strange she's never needed to before. Her names Araya and she had meet her biological father about two in a half years ago, she was onlyOh How She Wonders1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
14, and her birthday was in two weeks. It was his birthday when she met him, she was the present if a lifetime.
A few months pasted and everything was great but she had a weird feeling, one she shouldn't take. But she did one night when he showed the same feelings, he said he was scared and she said she was too because "It would be weird." But once they were all on the same page everything was okay, exciting and gay.
She took up on an offer she should have never done and kept an intimate relationship with him. She promised not to cheat but it was hard to be in a relationship she couldn't show. It killed her inside. And she dated a guy her age, broke her dads trust. She was never to do it again. Never to go out from under his wing again. And she didn't; at least for a little while.
About 8 months after being clea
Late Bloomer (OOOOOOOLD)"What's the point?!" I screamed, throwing the item I had been holding in my hand roughly against the wall, causing a shattering sound reciprocate. I turned on my heel quickly and glared daggers into the individual standing across from me, tears streaming down my face. I fell to my knees, "What's the point?" More gently this time. I looked up, seeing he had crouched down next to me. "I've broken..."Late Bloomer (OOOOOOOLD)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
I jolted up suddenly, causing him to pull back quickly, realization washed over me, I was overwhelmed by the raw emotion of this very moment, the epiphany... It all became clear, the world seemed pointless. Nothing could save me in this mess we call life, nothing, he was gone and would never come back. I looked across the room, horror filled my facial features, I ran and picked up a photograph, what I had thrown. "No." I held it close to my chest, letting the tears come, "What has happened to me? What has happened to life?" I just kept questioning and questioning myself... Although the answe
The Rise of Arianna [Chapter II]Chapter IIThe Rise of Arianna [Chapter II]2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This outfit is pawsome!" thought Arianna looking in the mirror. She had black shoes/trousers/jacket, creamy shirt and a golden necklace. "I take it all!"
"What a beautiful lady!" she could hear the male voice behind her back and then noticed such a tall meerkatmunk.
"Huh?" the girl turned back to make sure she had heard well. He had deep, dark sea-green eyes, snow-white angel wings and a little bit spiky, pale gray hair with teal-and-cyan-mixed stripe on the fringe which was covering half of his face. He had dark green T-shirt, very dark brown trousers and a black shoes.
"I said you look nice!" the boy tried to smile. Because he was meerkat- and angelmunk, it seemed he was immortal as well.
"Um... Thanks..." she kept her lips straight. "Sorry, I gotta go!" then Ana left.
As soon as she reached home, she put out the bags and went into the bathroom. "Will the boys ever get bored of acting like that!?" Ana wondered annoyed. "I'm pretty sure he's just searching the second
Meeting HerMeeting Her3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was Dark, Storming down hard and solid it was but I couldn’t care much about it right now. All I could do was run. Run as far away as I could go. I couldn’t be trapped anymore, I wanted to be free, I wanted to get away from that imprisoning hell.
I’ve stopped now, it was still raining hard yes but I couldn’t run anymore. I as far away enough and my wounds. They weren’t doing well with so much Physical Movement. I only limped to under a large tree in the centre of an open area. I couldn’t tell what it was, some sort of place called a ‘park’? I would have no clue. As I’ve been no where close to coming to one for as long as I could remember. My injured arm was aching just as worse now, I might’ve been able to escape during the destruction of the Asylum but it didn’t stop rock’s falling on it and harming it. I’ve escaped though, I’m free from those Doctor’s from those inmates but… now what? W
what she lost It looked as if a flood had come coursing through the street, or a hurricane had ripped through it, or a fire had smoked out a pack-rat ghost. Scattered scarves half-raised and played in the wind, their filmy skins catching on twigs and dipping into sewers on the curb. Pants looked comical; mid-step, collapsed, the arms of sweaters reaching nowhere in formless piles on the asphalt. The clasps of bras had caught on leaveless branches, hanging forlornly above socks and gloves strewn under the old oaks like grave offerings. The neighbours said the girl had finally lost it. They said, with exchanged neighbourly smiles, that she might have left her door open for the robbers to get at. They muttered between themselves in the first time any of them had bothered to leave their warm living rooms that it was that man she lived with who had cast her out. But the boy who lived above her, who had sometimes slipped her mail under the door, had an epiphany walking over the wrappewhat she lost3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shelly's Birthday Morning~Kevin peaked in the room. His face was met with a wad of paper. The actor rubbed his nose. “How unprofessional…” He looked up at the writer. “I’m guessing you’re stuck?”Shelly's Birthday Morning~3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Incredibly.” Was the dry reply. Crazy slammed her head onto the desk. The sound of impact made Kevin shiver. “Ugh….hinguh!”
Kevin examined his nails. “Whining doesn’t solve a thing~” He sang. Kevin bent down to the crumpled up paper. Crazy’s ears perked as he smoothed the edges. He bit his lip, scanning the jumbled word. “You can do better than this.”
“I know that. There’s a reason it was thrown.”
“Her birthday’s tomorro- Oh! I almost forgot!” He strolled to the desk, handing a ticket. “I’m auditioning for a role in my college’s production of Annie! You’ll come, won’t you?”
Crazy tugged on Kevin’s fuchsia hair. “Sure. What’