Size MattersAkala huffed and puffed as she did her best to gain the momentum she needed to roll out of bed. She felt a soft paw on her back that gave her a gentle push and helped her to the edge so she could sit up and then stand. Akala was a koala girl, with soft grey fur and big black eyes. Her huge round ears twitched as she looked back into her bed at the owner of the paw that helped her. Her boyfriend, Huan was awake and looking at her with love. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to wake you." She apologized. He chuckled lightly. "Its quite alright my love, I don't think its possible for you to get out of the bed anymore without help." She shot him a playful glare. "Well, who's fault is that?" She chuckled. She placed a paw on her belly and rubbed it, the enormous ball of fur extending over a foot out of her thin body. Akala was a small one, standing at only about 4'9". She did have wide hips and amble breasts, both of which had gotten even more pronounced since her pregnancy. However, neither of thSize Matters1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Cupcake BanditThe cupcake banditThe Cupcake Bandit1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mia grunted softly as she tried to adjust one her favorite pair of pajamas to her fit over her body. She had been in the bathroom, with the door locked, for nearly twenty minutes trying to get ready to settle down for the night, but her clothes refused to cooperate.
The outfit was a light blue colour and made of soothingly soft cotton, made of more layers to be warmer in the cooler months of the year. It came in two parts: a skirt which reached to just above the knees with blue frills at the end, and a long-sleeved sweater top with the same frills on either side of the zipper that went up the middle. The top also had a hood with floppy bunny ears that she currently had up covering her head. She loved the outfit, she thought it was cute, unfortunately there was a single great problem with it now: it didn’t fit.
Mia tried again to pull down the sweater top to cover her middle but every time she let go it would spring back up into the gap between her breast
Rough Gloves. My father lifted me over his shoulder, alcohol and cigars flowing from his hot breath. The fear that laid deep inside of me reached to its highest, and tears streamed from my eyes. I was thought of as a normal child, I was fairly average, and I disliked being the noticed one in the crowd. I've always had excellent grades, a amazing attitude, and the best manners that you could get. Though I was different..I was different because I am a girl that was born a guy. I was different because I liked to wear bright pink dresses, and wear the darkest shades of red lipstick. I was different because science apparently told me what I was, not myself. I was different because I loved being myself, a girl, instead of how I was brought into this world to be.Rough Gloves.1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're such a faggot, you're going to learn what this world does to fags." Those words came from my father's mouth, right before he knocked me out on the cold concrete of the night street. I no longe
Mechanid World - The Little CrophoppersDusty was waiting out on the run way, sitting at the end with his wife beside him, a little bundle in her arms.Mechanid World - The Little Crophoppers2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Exciting day for Lynn isn’t it?” Ishani asked, looking up at the sky.
“More like one of the most important days in her life…” Dusty chuckled, looking to his wife before looking down at the bundle in her arms. He smiled softly as his eyes met with blue eyes that were as bright as his.
Ishani giggled. “Guess he finally got enough sleep.” She lowered her head, kissing her son’s head.
It was hard to believe that about 2 weeks ago that he had been born. It was sudden too. He came a day earlier than expected and no less Ishani was in India when she went into labor so not all of the family could be there. Today was the day they were making it up to Dusty’s side of the family.
Dusty stroked his son’s hair.
“Mom’s gonna love you Jett… Spoil you rotten too.&
An Unlikely Daughter- Part II(If you haven't yet read Part I, I urge you to here: An Unlikely Daughter )An Unlikely Daughter- Part II2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scapa Flow, Scotland - 1918
The Great War, later known as World War I, had ended, with the victory claimed by the British over the Germans. It was a time of celebration is many ways, for the four years of fighting had taken it's toll on many, and the English were exceptionally glad that it was all over with, and they had been the fortunate ones to claim the coupe. But, despite all of the joy, there also were some undertones of sadness, at least for one member of the Royal Navy fleet; their Commander.
War was not a new thing to HMS Tempestuous. He had served in many before, and when they were all considered as a whole, they were all the same. Someone winning and someone losing. Sometimes it was a blow to the
Try"Hurry up dear! We are about to start up the car!" Her mother called out. "One second!" She replied cooly. "Ok..." She whispered staring into the mirror, "I'm going to tell her, I'm telling her today. She'll understand me." She finished, her hair held up in a ponytail, a dark grey shirt that held beautiful blue and black designs on it, and somewhat baggy jeans. Her face tan, and beautiful, despite the bags under her eyes, and the faint wrinkles from the stress she has been put through. She wasn't that old only 16 years old, and she felt, after all the hell she'd been put through today some good can come out of it. She was online talking to her friends, finding the best way to tell her mom.Try1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she opened the bathroom door, her mothers mouth flew open. "Shouldn't you wear some makeup? And fix your hair? Oh my! And wear better clothes. Maybe something more slimming?" She said, jabbing her stomach.
She felt her heart sink into the deep abyss. She then forced a smile on her face, "Mom this'
Sonic Nova: Amethyst the HedgehogIt was one of those days. Amethyst the Hedgehog was going through some intense training with her father Sonic the Hedgehog. He was being particularly hard on her today, but much to her dismay she continued to try and prove him wrong.Sonic Nova: Amethyst the Hedgehog3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Faster! Do you really think Eggman’s robots will give you any breaks? Do it again!” the adult blue hedgehog shouted forcefully.
“I’m trying! You’re not making it easy,” the purple teenager moaned.
“Oh I’m not making it easy am I?” Sonic responded by knocking her over and pinning her down. She tried to break free by flailing her arms around but Sonic forced her down.
“Dad please!” she squealed. The male hedgehog responded by breaking free from his daughter.
“That was not training!” she got up and threw a dark glare at her father. Sonic responded by crossing his arms.
“So who is Derek?” the question came out of nowhere. Amethyst’s cheeks burned red by the m
Project Regeneration | 3 3 | First EncounterProject Regeneration | 31 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loving and losing is hard. People always walk around telling you, “It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.” And I get that. You’re trying to spread the positive thoughts about it, and that at least you experienced that passion before it broke apart, and that trading that feeling to feeling nothing is not worth it. But is that really true? If I gave up what I had for the splendor of obliviousness, to give up the ache of that loss, would it honestly be any better than not having known what it felt like to love in the first place?
I was afraid of the answer. I didn’t know what to say to it. Would I give up the love that I had felt so fiercely to end the pain and suffering that I was stuck with after it was long gone? Would it just be… easier if I didn’t remember the love that tore me apart?
“Mommy, can you hand me the blue crayon…?”
I looked up from the ot
Family is overrated!Family is overrated!Family is overrated!1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had always looked up to his father. A strong and intelligent man.
Thinking things through and taking hard choices that would in the long run be the best. Hard working and honorable.
Or so he had thought.
When he saw the babbling light haired idiot, he had been sure his father had had a stroke.
Why else would the grand Weisheng, bring home that?
An idiot, Tian was sure he could out smart the guy even though he was just a child.
What in the earth could bring someone like this have that would bring his father to his knees?
None of it made any sense. As if this was not enough, his father said there was more.. More?
Was this not enough?
So not only was e to bear with the half minded guy that was as manly as hello kitty, but he was going to deal with a small version of that as well?
He groaned and hid away in his room, just because his stupid father had decided to want these people did not mean he did.
Each night there be sniffles and cries from the so call
HomeThe door to number 34 Whimsical Drive was shoved forcefully inwards with a grunt. In an instant, wild wind thundered in, bringing with it buckets of rainwater, twigs, leaves, and one small, green and rather unlucky frog. Next through the portal to the untamed storm outside was a bedraggled mare, who stumbled forwards into the hallway before lifting a hind leg to slam the door shut.Home2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Calm fell on that little, dark, wet space. The only noise was the rain pounding against the roof slates, the wind howling against the walls, and the sound of heavy breathing.
And the frog.
Colgate was exhausted. Rivulets of water dripped from her drenched mane and tail, onto the carpet. Drip drip drip. She had worked late again tonight, and by Luna's guiding light had it been one of those days. Drip drip drip. Her legs were shaking from having pushed her way through the storm. On a good day it would only take her ten minutes to walk to her dental clinic, but on a
[Short Story] They Don't Deserve Me It all started off like any other day. Everyone was at the table, eating. Dad hid another book inside his shirt, while mom hesitantly stared at him. I sat there, eating normally unlike the two.[Short Story] They Don't Deserve Me3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
But this time, it was different. Not with them, with me. I’ve always felt...different. It’s so confusing, I can’t understand. I mean...why? Why am I born like this? Am I mistake? A defect?
When I finished, I stood and quietly walked to my room whilst the two bickered. I sat down on the bed and looked at myself.
I stared at my hands, or what I wish them to be. I felt my face, which isn’t the kind I wanted to see. I stared at the mirror at the corner of the room. I’m not normal, and I hate it.
The tear started to stream. My vision blurred so much; I had to dirty my suit. I whined and whimpered. I heard footsteps come up and arrive at my door.
The Silver PendantThe girl’s delicate fingers trembled atop the keys, her forearms unsteady. Her right foot pushed down on the pedal forcefully, but her leg shivered, making the grand piano - a beast worthy of taming - creak under the pressure.The Silver Pendant3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
She retreated her arms to her lap. She brought her right foot back to meet her left, resting on the polished wooden floor. She stared at the white and black medley before her, illuminated by the powerful spotlights above. Her eyes began to water and her throat fought for breath as she felt the crisp touch of the silver pendant against her collarbones.
"Emily, come closer."
"Yes, grandpa." She approached the hospital bed. The steady beeping of the monitor echoed her own heartbeat. She took her grandfather's hand in hers as the tears began to form, blinding her.
"Don't you worry about me, dear. I have lived a long, fruitful life. Now, I want you,"
He paused. Memories of his wife filled his mind.
He continued, "I want you to
Wroodle 49Wroodle 49Wroodle 491 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Touch me like you do, t-t-touch me like you do~!” sang my sister as we drove to school.
“Gag me with a spoon, g-g-gag me with a spoon~!” I interrupted, knowing full well it would piss her off.
“That’s not funny, Danny!” Daniela complained. “I love this song!”
“I know,” I retorted. “You sing it, like, twelve times a day.”
“Hey, I don’t get onto you about your anime.”
“I don’t sing off key about my anime.”
She harrumphed and went quiet. I changed the channel. Both our eyes lit up as the one song we both loved – that is, the one song we both loved to make fun of – blared through the speakers.
“Cause it’s too cold for you here and now so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater~!”
We both burst into laughter. It was times like this that made me almost forget that Daniela was my nemesis.
April ShowersIt took Ellie some time to will herself out of the car. If she could, she might just sit there for hours, staring out the windshield and not thinking about anything at all.April Showers2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
It didn't take any time to find Ross's grave. She remembered where they buried him clear as day. Two rows down from the blackberry bushes, front and center. His grave wouldn't stand out from anyone elses, but to her it looked so very different.
It had been raining for a long time and so she wasn't surprised when she had to step in a little mud on the way there. Ah, well. It's not like she actually cared about these sneakers. She didn't care much about material possessions anymore.
It was six months time since he had been gone, and so much had changed. She insisted upon living on her own in their house, but her sister was only an hour away and came to check on her even if she didn't call. Ellie had decided to take up crafting again, as a sort of therapy. She had recently become adept at making little dolls.
It was fo
Within the HeartDaniel was only seven years old, far too young to comprehend just how harsh life can be at times. He greeted each and every day with optimistic naivety, always hoping for the best and never considering just how bad things could get. Even when his mother, Lisa, was extremely distraught on that early November day, Daniel could not fully understand the situation, and thus did not react to the news with the same level of sadness and anxiety.Within the Heart1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Mommy sure seems upset, daddy must be really sick,' Daniel thought to himself after speaking to his mother following school that day. 'This “cancer” thing sounds pretty bad, but I’m sure everything will be okay.'
With these thoughts, Daniel was able to remain calm in the coming months. In his eyes, his father Darren looked absolutely fine; he was the goofy, hardworking, fun-to-be-around father he always was. The months that followed were just like the many ones before it: Darren went to work very early in the morning, well before Dan
Getting a CatOne fine afternoon y Mom says lets go Somewhere I said where Pet Store to get a Cat oh what cat any or what they have my cusin was there but she was allergic to cats but she wont get her hands on the cat hoply not rmmm we are here I fell asleep as if I was on the smushy bed that was purple the car made a big thump I woke up we enterd the store I wanted a siamese cat to me it was the most cool cat I seen really I wanted to make sure it was perfect wwith sharp big ears that was not much as a sharp clawed cat I hope.It will have tan black accents and some black spots on th tongue rough like sand paper dark tan on left front paw next to it right will be hazel tan gray on the right back will be like the front left paw and the black left paw will be like the front right paw I will name it benucy mixture of fancy and beautilful I don't know it looks like a fancy cat it is beautilful time to go home when I was holding the cat as the sun shined I saw the hair shined so were home wGetting a Cat1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sulk [Chapter One]There were two things that everyone knew about Margery Hurstbeck.Sulk [Chapter One]3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first thing was that she was a complete and utter bitch. She was the type of person that made babies cry when she walked past. She reveled in the misery of others. She waved dollar bills in the face of the homeless and spent a years salary for those on minimum wage on one designer coat which she knew she'd probably never wear. The second thing about Margery, (or Geri as she liked to be called) was she was filthy rich. And not just a couple million in savings, with the rest invested in property. No, we are talking the high end scale of rich. The level of richness where money means nothing. She could wipe her ass on a hundred dollar bills if she wanted to. Her father owned a multiplex of global properties. America, England, India, China, Japan. He had his name stamped on every major city on earth, with a passport guarded in a crocodile tan leather keeper to prove it. There was nothing his commercial eye overlooked. Eve
FeelingsTwo important things live inside of me. One in my blood, and the other in my soul. These two things have taught me many things. One I never knew and the other only for a short time. One gives me the skills of my everyday life, and the other helps me understand things more. As I get older I learn from these experiences. The two of them passed on to me through the same thing. Even though I never knew one of them I am always reminded that he lives inside of me. And the other shows it in my memories. Even as time goes on the memories never fade like others. As I grow up the memories will still be there, but they will still be there too. I see them at night one tall and the other peaking just over my bed. The two of them watching me, and protecting me from all of the dangers. As I get older they remain there as I sleep and as I wake. I may not be able to see them clearly but I can feel them there. They both live and they will never fully die, for one lives inside of my looks and actions, anFeelings1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
LlamaEs sólo cuestión de tiempo que nos encontremos de nuevo, lo sabes ¿verdad? Cómo evitamos ese momento —y lo seguiremos haciendo—, cómo cuando alguien nos menciona los nervios se apoderan de nosotros, cómo fingimos no conocernos… cómo deseamos que no existiésemos.Llama3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
He cambiado, tanto que no pensarías que soy yo, tanto que preguntarías si no me hago pasar por quien tú conociste alguna vez. Porque tú recuerdas cuán sumisa era, cuán torpe, que no podía ir en contra de tus deseos, en contra de tus palabras. ¿Te viene a la memoria? Porque en la mía cada gesto, cada caricia, cada golpe, cada palabra está grabada fuertemente.
Ya no soy yo. Dime, ¿me querrás ahora? ¿Me querrás aunque te conteste, si es necesario, con gritos? ¿Me querrás aunque te diga que ya no te obedeceré más, que no estoy dispuesta a recibir otro golpe? ¿Si mis palabras te hie
The Wild DimensionThe Wild DimensionThe Wild Dimension2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
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"Have you got some kids for me?" Asked a man in royal robes and sitting on his throne.
"You know of some kids that need some help, Your Highness?" Asked a man standing to attention before him.
"Where have you found them?"
"In a small neighbourhood in the Human World."
"Tell me more about them."
~ ~ ~
A young boy was ringing a doorbell. He was dressed in a blue t-shirt with black sleeves and a white lightning print, dark blue baggy jeans, and black and blue sneakers.
"I hope Markie is open to some company." The boy said.
Inside, another boy came down the stairs to answer the door. He was dressed in a blue longsleeve t-shirt, blue overalls, and blue boots.
"Oh. Hello Tommy."
"You caring for the animals today?"
"Yep, wanna accompany me?"
Tommy came in and wiped his feet on the doormat. Marcus closed the door behind him.
"I've got some spare wellies if you need them."
Both boys t
Your attitude is welcome -roleplayAlien and farm – Attitude: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSngLMSvzhgYour attitude is welcome -roleplay2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leonardo was in the dojo. He leaned against the wall, stared in the shadows of a dusty corner. He had a worried frown on his face. He was struggling, and he couldn’t calm down. Too many losses, too many mistakes, and what just happened was irreversible. He struggled to find a way to correct it. It was his duty as the leader. A lot of responsibility was weighed on him. Sometimes he felt he’s the only one, who tries, it seems his brothers didn’t even care much, as if they couldn’t understand the importance of the fatal mistakes and issues they made, and had piled up. It was all his fault. He had to be a better leader. He should be a better leader, it was his responsibility.
Raphael walked in the dojo, he noticed Leo, and saw he was so grumpy again. He sighed, and shook his head. “Leo, snap outta it already.” He grumbled, walking closer, placing a hand on the other’s shou
Lying LyraLyra was a name she always struggled with. When she was younger she used to sit on the lap of her mother and enjoy her mother singing softly. “While I sing, you’ll be my lyre,” her mother would say, softly swinging her in her arms like strings.Lying Lyra5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day she made the mistake of wearing a cute, firetruck-red skirt. She had giggled when her mother put it on her because of the windy feeling she felt when she spun around.
“Lyra, Lyra, pants on fire!” they had called her.
The boys had simple names like Mikey and Tommy, so she couldn’t think of anything to say back. She never wore the skirt again despite how free it made her feel. Her mother didn’t understand, but she still gave her soft skirts of floral and blue prints for church days.
Despite the name “Lying Lyra” that the boys gave her in elementary school, she rarely told lies. Her mother had told her that lies didn’t just hurt other people, they only hurt the liar. Lyra ima
OW: The Love of A MotherThat night, the clouds covered the stars and moon, eliminating their light as they swirled overhead. Snow gracefully fell towards the Earth below, creating the picture of a winter wonderland. That night it was silent, with the deadline for all assignments passed there was no need to be out after curfew except to cause the usual bout of mischief. It was a particularly cold night, and most that couldn’t stand the cold would be warming up to fires or underneath their blankets. That night should have been a particularly quiet night, but the screams of a small boy destroyed that peace.OW: The Love of A Mother1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had not long woken up from a nightmare, his glowing green and black eyes widening as fear clutched his small heart. Almost instantly Merrillana awoke, the screams of terror echoing in her ears. She simply reached over and pulled the dragon boy towards her in a hug, rubbing his back in order to try and calm him down. The screams ceased, but the sobs soon came, wracking the small blonde’s body, m