Fly Away Home “Daddy, look! I’m flying!”Fly Away Home3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Cara spun, the balloon orbiting around the little girl.
“Careful, Cara, careful.” David held out his arms, ready to dart in and catch her if she fell. The card in his hand crinkled slightly and he loosened his grip.
She laughed, extending her arms to either side of herself and sprinting down the path, buzzing a “zoom” noise between her teeth. The white globe trailed behind her, a tireless friend.
“Don’t go too far!” David cried, but the four-year old was already at the other side of the courtyard, swooping with the other giggling children with balloons of their own. “We should go after her.”
“Nah, she’ll be alright.” Sandra picked at something under her perfectly manicured fingernails. “Let’s go home;
Bald and Beautiful?"Son, you're balding."Bald and Beautiful?2 weeks ago in Short Stories
"Yes. Take a look."
The Young Man jumped up from his armchair and rushed over to the giant ornate mirror hung up on the living room wall. "Where?"
"Near the back, see?" Dad held a hand glass up to the offensive area, reflecting it into the bigger mirror.
"Is that really a bald patch?" the Young Man asked fretfully.
"I'm sure it is. Here, let me take a picture." He snapped an image of it on his phone and showed it to his son.
"Oh my days..."
"No way, let me see!" Sister demanded. "That's not a bald patch! That's a natural parting, and they show up more prominently in flash images like this."
Dad and the Young Man sat down again.
"I can't believe I'm balding."
"Aah, this takes me back to my youth," Dad reminisced at his son's misery.
"But it's not a big patch. I'm not going fast am I?"
Dad shook his head. "It'll ebb away slowly, painfully." He chuckled. So did Brother, who was lying on his side on the rug. His head was propped up with a hand as he read
The Beautiful RoseThe Beautiful Rose4 days ago in Short Stories
A man trudged across the streets of his urban hometown. Snow clung to his slick, black hair and navy blue overcoat. He carried the stresses of work and other clutter that mucked away at his mind. But this repetitive anguish was no match for the oasis he was headed for. The book store. His home. His sanctuary. He flung open the door to escape the snowfall outside. He contemplated a nice and warm mug of coffee to complete his winter haven. Smiles from the staff lit up around him, for he was a well-known regular. An older gentleman owned the establishment, and managed it alongside his loving wife and teenage daughter. They too adored the man. While the wife organized the shelves and the husband fixed coffee, their daughter would sit and eagerly listen to the man's stories.
At first, he'd make the youth laugh with hilarious experiences from his workplace. In reality, the man would take his worst experiences on the job, and turn them into funny ones. He cared not
Blueberry MilkshakesIt was the first thing they bought together and the last thing they fought over. After a year and a half of distance they had decided to call it quits. Their friends had tried to talk them into salvaging their marriage but there wasn’t anything left to salvage.Blueberry Milkshakes1 month ago in Short Stories
A year and six months ago was when he signed on to work overnights at the hospital. A year and three months ago was when they stopped sleeping in the same room. He hadn’t wanted to wake her when he slipped into bed so late. She hadn’t wanted to be woken when she had to get up so early to work at the bakery. They had both been reluctant at first but had decided that separate rooms would be best. So he gathered his clothes from their closet and moved into the guest room.
A year ago was when Lydia first showed up. Britney had come home from work with a box of red velvet cupcakes and the intentions of parking herself in front of the television to watch Netflix until eleven. Four hours of her favorite baking show wa
Life's DemonsThe thick, musty smell of my basement bedroom curls around me. Hesitant that the creaky wooden steps will give way, I walk lightly, shifting my weight awkwardly and tentatively from one leg to the other. I grasp the moist cylinder shaped railing beside me in a death grip, sliding my hand down as I move forward. My eyes, still shielded behind my bifocals, squint at the darkness, trying to decipher the dark outlines below.Life's Demons3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Before I'm ready, the soles of my beat up Nikes hit solid ground with a loud tap. Terrified, I immediately cling to the wall, groping it's bumpy surface for a smooth light switch. My pinky hits it at an awkward angle, sending a wave of pain down my arm. Nevertheless, I flick the switch up, banishing the darkness with a wimpy fifty watt spiral bulb.
Even at sixteen, I still look for evil swamp green dragons that lay curled in the corners of the room, or big and ugly fanged monsters resting on their haunches, ready to pounce and sink their sharp teeth into my flesh. But
Night and Day: Chapter one and prologueNight and Day: The BeginningNight and Day: Chapter one and prologue1 month ago in Short Stories
Lightning flashed across the sky, thunder boomed, and the rain poured down from the sky. A young mother wolf lay giving birth to her first litter of pups, the father stood outside the den, the rain dripping off his pelt.
Feeling spent, the mother looked at her new born pups and smiled. Four pups, three were a combination of their parents coloring, brown and gray.
She herself had beautiful gray fur, her mate was a warm brown color.
She looked at the fourth pup, he was completely black. She tilted her head. An oddity, she thought to herself as sleep took her.
The young mother trotted briskly across the plain. A pup bounced in her mouth. She tried to keep close to the long grass and shrubs to hide her in the open land.
She was traveling to their summer rendezvous site. She was to meet up with her mate there.
She looked nervously around her, every little noise brought terror to her heart. But she kept on, she was so close now. She spotted
Devil Child Little Malcolm Young did not want another baby brother. His siblings and his parents could try to convince his otherwise, but Malcolm was a stubborn child and that was most certainly not going to happen-he would not want baby Angus now, and would not want him later. Ever. Never would he want him. This all occurred before Angus had even been born, when he was still in their mother's stomach. It had alarmed Malcolm when he first discovered his brother was in his mom's tummy-he believed that she had eaten him, perhaps by accident. Malcolm grew to dislike when she came into his room to kiss him goodnight, because the big fat creature in her tummy that was Angus' weight pressed down upon him. As if he were already taunting him before being born.Devil Child 3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Though Malcolm hated admitting it, his little brother was very cute, even at only a few months old. His eyes were big and expressive and he had an adorable button nose. He was strong, too; his tiny fingers would latch onto his older brother's and wo
Mike's MisadventuresThe following story is based off a recent randomized Emerald run. This is going to be a one shot unless more people want more of Mike and his very strange pokémon family.Mike's Misadventures2 weeks ago in Short Stories
In parallel universe version of Hoenn, nothing is quite the same and everything is mixed up in both of metaphorical and physically. Not only are pokémons’ themselves mixed up, but their moves and abilities have also been mixed up, like some higher force mixed them up vigorously. Pokémon that were legendary were found in the grass of Route 101, pokémon that shouldn’t even be in the region started to pop up. Moves that were only legendries were being used by Tailows and Zizagoons. For some odd reason, this did not surprise or phase the residents of the region. Not even our little seven year-old hero, Mike was spooked out by this fact. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it and went out on his own pokémon journey. He wanted a team of his own pokémon special to him, so he made a vo
Grandfather: I fixed your bike A boy was hanging around with his crummy bicycle in his small village.Grandfather: I fixed your bike2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Suddenly, in an attempt to turn right... the bike's handlebars broke and the boy lost the control of his bicycle. In the end of the accident, the poor child was lying down on the asphalted road and his broken bike was about three feets away from him.
The boy had scratched his knees on the road-during the fall- and some bloodrops had started flowing on his dusty legs. His brown shorts turned into white, because of the dust, which had risen up.
However, the bike was in worse condition than the child's. The handlebars were hanging from the brakes wires and its chain was loose.
The child stood up, dusted his shorts, took his bike and walked all the way to his cottage.
When he arrived at his cottage, he washed his scratches and changed his shorts with a clean one. He got out of his house and entered the paved yard, where he had put his bicycle, and shouted.
AngelAngel2 weeks ago in Short Stories
With one more tug it was on. The dark pink lolita dress fit the wearer like a glove. Not only that, but the lipstick was just the right shade of crimson. The pink powder gave the look of a light blush and the mascara combined with the eyeliner made the ten year old boys ocean eyes stand out amongst everything else. Yep, all of the makeup suited him perfectly, as it should have. He smiled as he reached for a pair of scissors from his sisters desk and began to slightly trim the blonde wig that he had bought just a few hours ago. As he cut away strands of fake hair, he hummed a tune to himself, trying to block out the sound of his mother as she banged loudly at the door and pleaded for him to come out. The boy chuckled. "don't worry mum, me disappearing to have her back will be worth it, you'll see." He whispered, putting down the scissors and picking up the wig. Now satisfied with the wigs length, he quickly put it on his head, careful as not to
We'll be a perfect FamilyEin Foto fällt zu Boden. Es muss sich aus dem Fotoalbum gelöst haben, das ich aus dem Regal gezogen habe. Draußen regnet es in Strömen, das Zimmer ist kalt. Ich setze mich auf das knarzende Bett, lausche dem hypnotischen Geräusch des Regens. Es ist das einzige Geräusch, das man im Haus hören kann. Stille. Ich bin ganz für mich, wieder. Ich öffne das Album.We'll be a perfect Family3 days ago in Short Stories
Eine kleine Familie. Sie strahlt mir glücklich entgegen.
Eine junge Frau und ein junger Mann, die stolz ihr Neugeborenes in die Kamera halten.
„Willkommen auf der Welt! Chakko, unser kleiner Prinz“, steht daneben.
Mein großer Bruder, das erste Kind meiner Eltern, und er ist so unschuldig. Ich blättere vorsichtig um.
„Chakkos erster Besuch bei Oma und Opa“, steht unter einem Bild. Ein kleines Baby, das aus dem Kinderwagen heraus verdutzt auf die vielen Leute um sich herum blickt.
„Ein anstrengender Tag, auch für Mama“<
THANKYOUThank you all for the positive and kind things and everyone of you has wonderfull art THANKYOU SO MUCH!!!!! And I know I realize what's wrong with my user I really regret it I didn't realize what was wrong with it tell my friend told me what's wrong with itTHANKYOU3 hours ago in Short Stories
Gen's Misadventures 2The Many Misadventures of Gen KuvallGen's Misadventures 22 weeks ago in Short Stories
Episode 2: Gen goes to the movies
One night, Gen and his family were having a discussion.
"Okay, Gen. Tonight we're all going to the theatre to see Frozen." Said Gen's mother.
"Cool! My friends were talking about that to me at school so I've been looking forward to seeing it! Let's go!" Gen said.
"Hold on, Gen." A man with spiky hair and a mustache (Gen's dad) told him. "You should really use the bathroom before we leave."
"Yeah, little bro." Said a young twelve year old girl with blonde hair (Gen's sister, Corrine). "It's gonna be a long trip to AMC theatres."
Gen frowned when he heard the name of the theatre they were going to.
"Yes, Gen. That's the theatre we're going to, now go use the bathroom and when you're done come to the car."
After the bathroom break, the family was on their way to the movies.
On the way there, Gen had a bad feeling about the cinema they were going to.
"Mom, do we really have to go to AMC? That place hasn't really
Silly Xylia Excerpt OneXylia was sitting in front of her new classroom's door, waiting for the teacher to let her in.Silly Xylia Excerpt One2 weeks ago in Short Stories
“Hmm...” Xylia hummed, as she rocked back and forth with her feet. “Waiting like this is SOOOO dull.”
At that moment, the door cracked open, and standing in front of it appeared to be a bespectacled lady with dyed pink hair, only darker than Xylia's hue. She also donned a light blue sweater, green sweatpants, and purple sandals. There was a nametag on her sweater, which read Mrs. Pepper.
“So… You're my new student?” Mrs. Pepper asked.
“Um… Yeah...” Xylia nervously replied back.
Mrs. Pepper smiled warmly. “Don't worry, everyone'll welcome you with open arms, sweetie. Now...”
She then looked at the class, as they were doing their usual stuff. She clapped to bring them to her attention.
“Class? We have a new student joining us today!” Mrs. Pepper announced, as she eyed Xylia. “Come on in, it's fine...
Prince Charming (OUaT)xmale!child!reader: RQ Request for :icondeath-and-hell:.Prince Charming (OUaT)xmale!child!reader: RQ3 weeks ago in Short Stories
A/n: OMG, SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT I FINALLY HAVE A PLOT!!
Warning: This with a low fluff tolerance leave now.
You are a nine-year-old boy who lives with David and Snow in Storybrooke. You were found abandoned after the curse broke and the town line became dangerous. You had wandered in around the time of the curse breaking and found yourself in a whole new world (yes, pun intended.)! But, now, you are very bored. Like, you could stare at a wall.
Which is actually what you are doing when David walks in, carrying a bag.
You don't notice until he shirts the door, then you jump and turn to see who it is. When you see him, your (e/c) eyes light up and you jump on him. He sets the bag on the table so he can throw you around and tickle you.
Then, you get curious.
You look in the bag and see a couple movies. Iron Giant, cool. How to Train Your Dragon, awesome! Snow W
I Will See You Again...She looks in the mirror, hair as fine and light as corn’s silk; pulled up in a bun that has a few hairs straying, she looks in the mirror at her body where she can see her scars so clearly on the light skin. She never thought this day would come, never in a million years. The gown is white and flows to the ground in rivers of lace and silk, her parents always took such good care of her, even after all she had done to them. The dress fits like a glove she reaches for her vail and places it on her head. Her sister comes over and helps place it on right. She does her make-up and her nails, she looks at her older sister and starts to cry, and when the older sister sees this she wraps her sister in an embrace and holds her tight.I Will See You Again...3 weeks ago in Short Stories
“I will be here as long as I can” She tells the younger. The Younger nods and looks up when she hears the wedding bells she takes her to their father who tears up as well.
She is wedded.
For Two hours she is married. The doctor said she was health
My favourite flowersIn the Spring we met in fields of daffodils and snowstorms with wet grass from melted snow. You smiled while expressing your love for the flowers, how it made you cry when they died in Winter and laugh when they bloom beautifully in the Summer. A heavy cough made its way from you making you frown, you sighed saying; "it's a shame I'm like a flower to though, so delicate...I won't be able to enjoy the sight much longer".My favourite flowers3 weeks ago in Short Stories
In the Summer we danced around bushes of Red roses with the blazing heat around us. You laughed while taking in the sweet scent, ignoring the fact it got worse, the way you coughed almost every 5 minutes and the way you became weaker every day. As you fell down thanks to your weakening strength you coughed; "petals wilt away so slowly...why isn't it the same for me?".
In the Autumn you lay in bed surrounded by Dahlias with bright oranges and pinks that distracted you. You had forgotten how to smile from all the pain, the fact you could barely move and the thought of lea
Step to SpeechOlder grace saved by the bell walks home from another school.Step to Speech3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Younger face greeting the destination at the home pool.
Athlete's sportsmanship for all the laps done.
However, the one out of these Olympics is the only one.
The message of hello was difficult to text on the phone of an impatient little brother battery getting charged up on video games. As an independent programmer, I planned to reroute that camera of his away from the distractions in finger acrobatics and redesign it for a different purpose. A remote. This remote would have a button able to greet whoever walked through the front door when pushed.
I turned out to be a gamer of my own, mashing the buttons each and every day to get through this challenge. Though it was small and more sure compared to the risky game of life, this held an ultimate importance. Acknowledgement is love, and showing this love to family helps to understand. It's like a pillow to cuddle with, only in feelings. Anyways, the song of the little addict g
Moordryd's friend cainCain is a scary cat everytime all the time and Lance step on his toes and it was funny and that happensMoordryd's friend cain1 month ago in Short Stories
Roadtrip Sisters (Pt.1) Avery woke up to the vibration of her phone her hand. She was a little surprised to see her sister was calling, they hadn't talked much since she moved out. Avery wiped the drool from her face and answered the call with a sleepy voice, "Hey Booger Brain, you woke me up."Roadtrip Sisters (Pt.1)1 week ago in Short Stories
Her sister laugh from the other line, "Shut up Fart Breath. It's freaking 11 o'clock, Almost noon."
Avery smiled. Her and Alice had used those names for each other since they were young girls, she guessed they were both too immature to grow out of them. Avery looked at the time on her phone, "Oh shit, I did sleep in." She was usually good about waking up early even in the summertime. Avery figured she stayed up too late texting Blake, hence why she woke up with her phone still in her hand. She must have fallen asleep texting. "Well I'm up now, whatcha calling for Alice?" Avery asked while sitting up from bed and looking
Fading BondFading Bond1 week ago in Short Stories
Bird chirps echoed all around. The rising sun peaked over the horizon. Dawn was approaching. Nora tilted her head from side to side, whistling an upbeat rhythm she had made up ten minutes earlier. She paused in her song mid-way and crouched down to pluck a dandelion from the grass.
"Are you gonna make a wish?" a little boy asked. His fingers, marked with scratches, curled around the bottom of the wooden bench he was occupying. His bare feet, caked with dirt and grime, swung back and forth, dangling over the ground. "If I were to make a wish, I think I'd wish for more wishes."
Nora rose to her feet, the dandelion stem tucked in between two of her fingers. One strap of her overalls fell down her shoulder. "Gavin, that's silly."
"A silly wish, but a good one too," Gavin insisted, beaming. He believed that his eight-year-old logic would always make sense.
Nora sat ne
Hold the phone pt 2Instead you ask:Hold the phone pt 21 week ago in Short Stories
"What are their names?"
For a second he doesn't respond and you don't think he heard you. You did have a rather soft voice, perhaps you should speak a little louder? He finally looks up just as you consider the thought.
"Parsley, Sage and Rosemary."
You smile again. Such cute names!
"How lovely! They must be angels!"
Mr. Capoe grunts.
"Devil's more like it. What's the name of yours?"
His face goes blank and he nods but you can tell something went on in his mind just then.
He looks as if he was going to ask another question but then your younger sister, Ismene runs toward your table.
She pulls you into a hug.
"It's sooo good to see you!"
You're surprised by her sudden pleasantness and so you say nothing.
"Reminisce?" Your older sister, Korea looks surprised to see you. You smile tightly. Korea had blossomed even more into a beautiful rose of a woman compared to the last time you saw he
LKNB You and Me Ch.1LKNB You and Me Ch.11 week ago in Short Stories
“On your left, Lorrie!” Resha yelled from somewhere behind me. I turned to my left not knowing where the hell I was looking since my eyesight was gone. I threw a punch landing it in someone’s face. I didn’t know who, but I felt the cracking as I broke his jaw. I stood there motionless waiting for my next instruction. It had been an hour or two since we had begun today’s training session and I was very tired and frustrated. I felt a hit on my shoulder, a light one but it hurt nonetheless.
“We’re not always going to be there, Lorrie. You need to focus your senses and think. Have patience and a calm mind while in battle!” Mel was yelling from somewhere in front of me some yards away. I felt several hits to my back as I fell forward onto my knee. I got angry and when I did I felt a burning sensation throughout my body. It swirled inside me and I felt it push out and spread throughout the entire room. I heard footsteps to my left and my right
FFM 26 ~ Life's MarksThey were examining her as if she were merely a corpse. But she was alive. An object of study. She could understand it to a point but not entirely. She was made to feel like a number in a sea of other numbers. She could have had a barcode on her arm and they’d know everything about her like that. Wasn’t it what this was?FFM 26 ~ Life's Marks2 weeks ago in Short Stories
She could imagine it. She could see herself entering the hallway while a machine scanned her and announced “Mrs. Gloria Shepherd.” As she’d approached the counter, the screen would appear in front of her and list everything in a 3D projection.
“Multiple scar tissues. Cicatrization issues and multiple surgeries. Scar #1 in the lower abdomen: appendicitis, surgery age 5. Scar #1 in the chest; pneumothorax surgery age 16. Scar #2 in the lower abdomen C-section #1, age 26. Scar tissues in the womb: pregnancy #2, age 28. Scar #3 in the lower abdomen C-section #2, age 32. Scar #2 in the chest: implantable port, cancer treatment, age