Romano x Child!Reader: Trick-Or-TreatYou twirled around in the (f/c) princess dress, giggling as you did so. It was frilly, puffy, and sparkled—you, as a four year-old, were mesmerized by it the moment you and your father saw it in the store.Romano x Child!Reader: Trick-Or-Treat1 month ago in Short Stories
“Fratello, (Y/n)!” Your Zio (uncle) shouted from his room. “I am-a ready if you two are!” He knocked on your door a moment later.
“I’m ready!” You exclaimed.
Italy burst in, striking a pose in his Halloween costume. “Ve~! Bella, you are-a pretty princess!”
You giggled, “And you’re a pretty Germany!” Italy, much to Germany’s chagrin, had decided to steal his uniform and dress up as the larger nation for Halloween. He even combed back his normally unruly hair, minus the curl that stuck out the side.
Italy giggled as well, picking you up and spinning you around. “Grazie! Germany got kind of angry and began yelling at me when I tried to take it and so I took another when he wasn’t looking!
Wren's PlunderWren's Plunder1 month ago in Short Stories
Every year during the night where October transfers into November, the atmosphere becomes scary, spooky, and downright bone-chilling. Ghosts, ghouls, skeletons, goblins, devils, demons, vampires, zombies...whatever dark, sinister creatures they were, they popped out in full force once a year, right on schedule. These terrors wander the city, seeking nothing but harm to whoever comes their way, dragging them kicking and screaming through the weakened veil between the living and the dead.
...at least, that’s what Wren Swallows was told. For the 2-year-old, Halloween was about trick-or-treating, dressing up in costumes, pulling pranks on others, and most of all, stuffing yourself silly with chocolate and candy. It was by far the favorite holiday for the blonde-haired and brown-eyed girl, and she was downright giddy with excitement that tonight was that very night. She stood in front of a mirror while her mom, also blonde and brown, put the finishing touches on the toddler’s co
Show Me Your SkinCaden smiled as he had his 6 year old daughter Devina stand near the end of the couch. He kissed her head and hugged her. “Stay right here baby doll.” He chuckled a little as she smiled and nodded as her kitty ears shifted a bit. He walked over to Brian who was across the room. He then held out a fedora hat. “Toss this onto Devina's head.” He looked to his daughter.Show Me Your Skin1 month ago in Short Stories
Brian frowned taking the hat. “Why the hell would I throw a hat at a child. Do I look barbaric to you?”
Caden sighed and a tiny growl came out. “Just do it. Please it will be worth it I promise.”
Brian sighed. “Fine...” He sat up a bit and tossed the hat like a frisby. It landed sideways on Devina’s head then she put up her hand and corrected it doing her best impression of her Uncle Brian. Brian started laughing, it soon reached the point he was laughing so hard that he was coughing in an attempt to get air into his body. Once he could breathe he walked over
A Dream Left Behind She woke up on the couch to the sound of “Left Behind” from the musical Spring Awakening. She'd left the soundtrack playing on repeat when she came home. Smoothing her black dress, she stood and walked over to turn off the iPod. A yawn ambushed her as she fumbled for the stop button.A Dream Left Behind3 weeks ago in Short Stories
“All the things he'd wished are left behind/ All the fears…” sang the stereo as she found the button. The iPod glowed faintly for a moment then powered down.
She stepped back to look at the images on the shelf with the iPod. A bit of tin, the image engraved on it grainy and dark, took up the center surrounded by a yellowed newspaper clipping dated 1901, a Polaroid whose colors had started to run, and the photo from yesterday of a man resting in a box. She brushed of the marigold petals from the last picture and carried it lovingly back to the couch.
A four-inch thick photo album sat ope
Nancy's New Life Chapter 7Nancy's New LifeNancy's New Life Chapter 71 month ago in Short Stories
Amelia and Nancy were on the couch in the living room relaxing. They had spent the morning cleaning up their rooms and the kitchen. It was tiring work, but it needed to be done, for good reason. Somehow, Mary reported Amelia to Child Services(no, not for Nancy's padding), saying she was malnurished and underweight(which were logged by the doctors as Jacob's fault). Then, a knock came from their front door. Amelia went to answer it. At the door was a latino woman, who was about 5'8" with black hair and wore a white shirt and grey dress pants.
"Hi there." Amelia says.
"I'm Ali Salanas. I'm the Child Services person coming to check on how Nancy's doing in her new home and to follow up on a report." she replies.
"I wish I had it in me to kick her old ass." thought Amelia, but she knew it would solve nothing.
"Come on in." Amelia says. She welcomes Ali into the house. She sees Nancy sitting on the couch.
"Hi, Nancy. It's nice to meet you." Ali says, extendi
Mechanid World - Misadventures in Literature“Go take him to a few bookstores, it’ll be good for you both.” The wife says… “It’ll be fun.” She says…Mechanid World - Misadventures in Literature2 weeks ago in Short Stories
I love my son I do…
But Sally, this is a set up… Lightning Mc’Queen thought as he hurried up and down aisles of tomes, looking for one thing in particular.
Logan had wound up wandering off while they were in a rather large bookstore and Lightning was borderline panicking. He couldn’t spot his six year old anywhere it seemed. “Logan!?”
“Lightning, calm down.” Doc whispered in his ear. “He’s in the kids section.”
“Thank you.” He whispered and hurried to said section… And trying not to aw at what he saw.
Logan was walking down a section of books his hand over the spines as he looked at all the titles in wonder. “Whoa… Look at all these…”
Any annoyance faded as Lightning went to him. “Pretty cool huh?
An Evening to dance forClaire's eyes were sparkling as I finished tying her corset. She saw herself in the mirror and started to rejoice: “This is going to be so good!” I smiled and patted her head: “It will. But don't forget, you'll have to dance. I hope you remember everything we practiced?” She turned around to me and smiled: “I had the best teacher in the world!” and with her magic powers she gently forced me to bow and kissed me on the cheeks. I smiled at her and gave her a little kiss too. She then released me: “Now, go and dress up properly. I want you and Pia to shine like stars” “Yes mam”, I joked and left her room to grab my clothes. As I walked into the room, Pia was standing there, only in her underwear, making her hair. “My, Eve's dress is suiting you”, I grinned and she tossed a hair pin after me: “Shut up stupid. I'm going to wear the black dress with the ruffles made out of silveradamantium” “Wow, quiteAn Evening to dance for1 month ago in Short Stories
Congrats from the Cruise of LossCuthbert: Fiiinnneee… Congratulations for making it to 100 chapters, creator. Can I go now?Congrats from the Cruise of Loss1 month ago in Short Stories
Vicky: Thou has granted thee a congratulations-th from this knight-th.
Penny: Taking so long on this story is evil! I won't stand for it! Whatever, congratulations. Now, can I go bust up some evil?!
Dexter: Congratulations! Now make a 100 chapter romance novel about a bathroom, then I'll truly congratulate you.
Elvira: Yeah, whatever… congratulations, for booting someone who deserved to be there.
Jade: ZAAAAAAPPPP!!!! A sparking congratulations to you, creator! Now… To stalk Penny and stare at her awkwardly!
Darby: Yaaaawwwnnn… congrats… -Falls asleep-
Morton: Congrats, creator. Now slag off; I got some TV to watch.
Henry: Congratulations, creator! I shall name a helicopter in your honor.
Sophie: WOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO!!!! Congrats on 100 chapters! You did yourself a good! WOOOOOO!!!!!!
Albert: Ze has my dearest congratulations on ze 100 chapters.
Dil: Congrats, creator.
TOO LATE Το τρεμάμενο φως της ανοικτής τηλεόρασης μόλις που κατάφερνε να φωτίζει αμυδρά το θεοσκότεινο σαλόνι με τα παλιοκαιρίσια έπιπλα. Τρομακτικοί ίσκιοι χόρευαν στους τοίχους με το ρυθμό της ενTOO LATE1 month ago in Short Stories
first date."today was going to be a good day", alice said. she stared blankly at the ceiling. her sister opened her eyes, turned around in her bed and faced alice. "what happened?" "nothing," alice said, "it was." "oh." it was quiet for a minute or two or three. "he kissed me" "really?" alice's sister sat up in her bed. "he did?" "he kissed me," she repeated, as if trying to convince herself it really happened, "he kissed me at the dock. it just happened, then he pulled back. "I'm sorry," he said, "don't tell anyone". and that's the last time we spoke." "why don't you call this mysterious date of yours?" alice's sister said, jumping out of bed. alice just stared down the hall to their brother's room and sighed.first date.1 month ago in Short Stories
Prompt 4 - Marshmallows!!“S-s-so… c-c-coooold!” Reina whimpered as she snuggled closer to the crafty witch beside her and pulled the obnoxiously bright pink sheet over the two. “Make me warm, Bubby!”Prompt 4 - Marshmallows!!1 week ago in Short Stories
Keira giggled and wrapped her arms around the freezing fox girl, squeezing her softly. “You dork,” she muttered against the younger’s hair as she lovingly stroked her arm. “You think they’re cold? Take a look at those nerds.”
Reina shifted her attention away from her girlfriend and toward the hoard of pillowings playing slightly further from the fireplace than the two. The ten pillow dorks were shuffling about in a desperate attempt to find the paramount piling position. It was a toss up between being depressing and extremely amusing, the way each whimpered softly every time it was pushed slightly back and further away from the fire.
“Oh, Sansy boy,” she cooed, beckoning her closest pillow companion toward her. “Who’s Mommy
Hate-HarryHate-Harry2 weeks ago in Short Stories
You been getting hate from fans ever since you started dating Harry. Even though you thought that all of it will blow over but no it gotten worse till one day Harry found you crying.
The hate has gotten worse since I started dating Harry, yes Harry Styles from One Direction. The thing is we been friends since we were babies and Harry finally gotten the guts to ask me out a bunch of time till he asked me to be his girlfriend.
The hate was just little cause I was just his friend. People saying that am ugly or a slut, but now it's worse then that, they are all saying that I should kill myself or I am just using him for money, which I am not. Some are nice to me but I know they hate me secretly.
Harry always tells me not to listen to any of them because they are jealous of me and I mean who wouldn't.
Anyways I am Y/N Y/L/N and I am dating Harry Styles of One Direction and I been getting a shit load of hate from his fans.
It was a sunny morning when I woke up al
Misadventures~4 The King of the Sea held his head in his hands as he continued to listen to the wailing cries of the young princess. Nothing he did could console them. No food, no music, no words. Even his singing did not a thing to help--it made Rosie feel worse in fact. They only wanted one person to sing to them, and that person had left them by themselves. A hole was forming in the child's heart, a hole that no one should ever have to experience. The loss of their mother. Another strangled cry ripped itself from Rosie's throat as they clutched their purse, sobbing loudly to the sky, sobbing for someone to take them away and back to their Mum and Nana.Misadventures~4 2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Rosie lay on a blanket in the warm sand, facing the vast and green ocean. They didn't know why, but their Mama had dropped them off here and then left them alone...With him. The so-called 'King of the Sea.' Rose suspected it had something to do with their mother's desire for power, as most strange occurrences around Holly Wood had to do with. But Ros
Sometimes, You Gotta Kitty“Onaiya?” came a tiny voice from behind me.Sometimes, You Gotta Kitty2 weeks ago in Short Stories
I stopped what I was working on, fixing a pocket watch for Eshaiya, or grandpa in our language. I picked up a rag and began to wipe the oil from my hands as I turned to look to look to the speaker. I moved slowly, just in case, I did not want to accidently step on anyone’s tail. Standing near the door was my toddler, Lunawri. Big green eyes kept peeking up to me before looking to the ground again and trying to hide behind a slightly messy mop of green hair. She must have just been under something of her hair was a mess.
I smiled softly, “Yes Luna?”
She padded carefully closer and put her hands on my knee, suggesting she wanted to be picked up. Luna is a quiet and shy babe, she doesn’t vocally ask for much of anything but my mate and I quickly learned her non-verbal ques. I set down the rag after my hands were cleaned off before tenderly picking her up. She was
EntenderEntender2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Las nubes ascendían y Violeta veía como se alejaban. Eran algo común pero aún no se acostumbraba a ello. Los truenos y relámpagos eran escupidos desde lo más alto y por ello se tapó los oídos. Las aparentemente inertes formaciones no lo notaron, y aun si lo hicieran, no planeaban detenerse. Si es que planeaban en absoluto.
El avión tenía un serio problema de tormentas, ya los había golpeado varios rayos pero no estaban diseñados para soportar a las formaciones que se manifestaban en su interior. Los demás pasajeros las ignoraban con suma facilidad, pareciera que el humo nocivo no les afectaba a muchos en su sueño. Incluso había quien trajo tapones para los oídos.
La pequeña estaba haciendo su mejor esfuerzo para no ser golpeada por algo. La manta funcionaría muy bien como defensa, pero sólo por un tiempo. Quizá si también pretendiera estar dormida la torment
The Phoenix Chapter 3 - 'Burning Descent'The PhoenixThe Phoenix Chapter 3 - 'Burning Descent'3 days ago in Short Stories
Chapter 3: "Burning Descent"
Time had become an incomprehensible and intangible essence. The journey ‘home’ or the time she had dwelled in this one spot but a cloud in her mind. The small doe hadn’t been aware of anything, nothing but her own overwhelming mind. Never in her years on this earth had she experienced such utter chaos. It had taken every last drop of energy to fight to confusion, until the point where she had collapsed amongst the roots of a towering tree. Deep brown panicked eyes darted over the gaps in the forest canopy. Instead of absorbing the surroundings, they danced through the muddle of ghosts in her mind. Everything felt false, wrong. Why? Why!
“You are a doe of mother’s blood, how dare you even question your heritage! How dare you insult Uir in this way!” one voice cried, in the likes of her father. Her small frame flinched slightly at the reprimanding tone, but she fel
Regret and selfishnessHe stood looking down at the tombstone where his caring wife's name was neatly chiseled. The tears trickled down his cheek and dropped onto his wool winter coat. Cold winter air formed whiskey clouds with each of his exhalations, but no one was in the graveyard to be bothered by the smell. Their anniversary was one of the many days of the year he would visit her.Regret and selfishness1 month ago in Short Stories
Looking back on the years they spent together was always painful, but he felt she deserved at least that much. She made pumpkin pie every fall when the leaves began to change from green to bright yellow announcing that the cold was approaching and the days were getting shorter. They would sit in the dark on Halloween, telling ghost stories while they avoided the trick or treaters. She would even let him watch football and drink all day on Thanksgiving, without a single sarcastic remark about how she could really use some help in the kitchen. Every other day of the year he (quite unsuccessfully) did everything in his power not
SOMTHING WEIRD HAPPEND IN ICTMy teacher was walking around with a bit of paper stuck to his butt. He didint notice until everybody started to laugh so iblaughed so hard that I farted out loud and sombody said,"that mustve been a wet one!!!!"SOMTHING WEIRD HAPPEND IN ICT3 days ago in Short Stories
---- stolen life-In the quietest corners of Montana lived a one farmer Jenkins. He was to be eighty-years-old come November, as was marked on his calendar. In the dark of dawn, Jenkins woke, 6am sharp. Farmer Jenkins shucks an ear of corn, boils it, and stands outside in the cow paddy with corn juice between his fingers and the brim of his hat scaffolding the sun.---- stolen life-4 days ago in Short Stories
Farmer Jenkins makes his way to the bird pen. The ground is sodden with mulch, chicken shit and mud, the air heavy with petrichor. And farmer Jenkins sees, under the sun-holding brim of his hat, that it has happened again—the corrugated tin flooring of the coop had been upheaved at one edge, come loose. There was a smattering of dirt and feathers over the ground. Farmer Jenkins counted the chickens in the pen on his blunt fingertips and he was short one hen.
The following morning, farmer Jenkins rose at 6am sharp and had a bowl of flakes. Farmer Jenkins waded through fields of grass, wet with rain and manure, and once he made it back in
I Killed My FamilyIt would be selfish of me to ask everyone to give me what I want.I Killed My Family4 days ago in Short Stories
Or to ask them to accept anything that I do.
It would be selfish of me to put myself first before my entire family.
My mental health.
It's selfish of me to do that, to think of myself instead of them.
It is selfish isn't it?
Everything I do is selfish.
They only wanted a daughter, a perfect daughter.
But me, I was a good apple and I had decided to rot for some reason.
Why do I bother.
They could've had a better daughter. A better child, but why did I end up like this I wonder.
I literally do not matter.
But if I were to have a family, they do not deserve me. Or I do not deserve them.
I'm not saying they don't deserve children,but I'm saying I can't be related to them. I can't be their child. I can't be related to them.
I'm too selfish.
I'm too awful.
Milk and CookiesIt was wrong. Oh, it was so terribly wrong and horrible.Milk and Cookies2 weeks ago in Short Stories
And yet, he feels not even slightly remorseful. Well, maybe a little bit. He is human after all.
Don't misunderstand, he knows what a horrifying thing he is about to do.
But still, he simply has to do it.
Really, they are a typical couple. Husband and wife.
And yet, he is about to end it all. Today, she will die.
Why? What ever has she done to envoke such notions? Such bloodthirsty thoughts?
Hadn't she been the perfect wife? Nurturing and caring?
Maybe that is her biggest flaw; she is too loving. Suffocatingly affectionate. Sickly sweet.
Something once beautiful and tender, now completely rotten.
Like a glass of spoiled milk.
And with all her love for him, she is just too dependant.
She would never survive without him. They have tried parting numerous times in the past.
Every single time, he came out of pity back to her. He doesn't love her. Not anymore.
Sometimes, he doubts that he ever did.
Still, does she deserv
Newly WidowedCarolyn traced the head-shaped indent in her pillow where his head once laid and swallowed hard, all of her tears were long since spent and she was in that state of just numb sadness that so often accompanies crying. She fell back on her pillow and reached out her arm to his chilly side of the mattress; on the left, closest to the door so he could protect her. She furrowed her brows together in concentration and exhaled softly as the cold sheet began to grow warm and sink in and soon her arm was draped over his warm chest as it rose softly with each content near sleep breath. She curled into his side and let out a soft cry as their bodies curled perfectly together and he played with her hair as he began to hum her to sleep.Newly Widowed1 month ago in Short Stories
She awoke the next morning and stretched like a feline before rubbing her eyes and grinning at his side of the bed, her heart falling painfully when he was not there. Carolyn closed her eyes as a tear rolled dow
history of moordryd paynnMoordryd Paynn is the 16 year old son of Word and Zulay Paynn who is also the leader of the dragon eye crew he lost his mother when he was little boy his father took him in he was all he has of his late mother and his late mother's dragon decepshun who was belong to his mom a long time ago shortly before her death his father blames on himself for her death and he is an only child toohistory of moordryd paynn1 week ago in Short Stories