It Will Get BetterIt’s hot in Arizona at the end of July; it’s somewhere around 98 degrees outside. That’s what the weather man said at least. An old man is sitting out on his porch, slowly moving back and forth in the broken-down rocking chair he’s had since a little after he moved here. There’s sweat dripping down his back, sticking his thin shirt to the back of the chair. He’s looking out at the expansive desert before him. He loved this house. He still does, really. It’ll be sad when he has to leave it. He begins to cough, a harsh sound coming from deep within in his chest. He puts a hand to his mouth and isn’t surprised anymore when it comes away with small dots of blood on it. He takes a long breath and closes his eyes, and then they fly open again with a start as the screen door is suddenly banging shut behind him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,”It Will Get Better7 hours ago in Short Stories
Smile (Stannis BaratheonXPregnant!Reader)Smile (Stannis BaratheonXPregnant!Reader)17 hours ago in Short Stories
Stannis Baratheon never smiled. At first when you heard this, you assumed it was an over exaggeration. But after after meeting the middle Baratheon you found it to be true. Stannis really did never smile. Not when he found out about the betrothal, not when you actually wed, not when you told him you were with child. You assumed he was just unhappy about being forced to wed a woman he's never met before, but after speaking with Robert you knew he just never smiled. Stannis was never around much during your pregnancy. You rarely saw him during the day and saw him mainly at supper in the hall. He did sleep in the same bed as you although you barely noticed due to always going to sleep before he got up to the chambers or him always waking up first. You ran your hands over your large belly as you thought back on your relationship with Stannis Baratheon, wondering if anything would change once the baby came. A smile graced your lips when you felt the babe kick, but the smile faded when you f
Labour for Idiots"Michelle? Michelle, wake up!"Labour for Idiots17 hours ago in Short Stories
"...Mhwarisit?..." Michelle didn't bother lifting her head; she just sort of grunted in acknowledgement.
"...Shit...." Ramona groaned through gritted teeth. She was on the bedroom floor in a foetal position (or as close to a foetal position as a woman who's nine months pregnant and a size 16 even when she isn't can get) and her voice was being torn apart by short, sharp gasps and moans of pain.
"What do you want?" Michelle was still half-asleep, cling film wrapped around her head and sea green dye smeared down her face.
"Michelle, wake up...My waters just broke..."
"Call a fucking plumber then..."
"I'm not kidding; get up!" Sitting up, Michelle adjusted the plastic over her hair, stretching nonchalantly, without a hint of urgency about her.
"What time is it? Holy hell, have you pissed the bed?" She looked around the room, confused. "'Mona? Where are you?"
"Michelle, I'm not messing around...a bit
Calling Home11 PM on a Monday night finds me perched on the edge of the kitchen sink, legs dangling like they did when I was a child. Mom had always scolded me when I clambered onto her spotless counters. Mine are drowning in chipped dishes and half-empty cans.Calling Home2 days ago in Short Stories
As I scoot sideways off the hard corner of the countertop, my jeans dig sullenly into my hips. They never used to be this tight. The crushing fabric makes it difficult to extract my cellphone from my back pocket, but I ignore the protesting creaks of the cabinets beneath me and do it anyway.
Turning the phone over in my hands, I examine the tiny scratches in its hot pink plastic as if they’ll give me all the answers. Maybe they’ll spell out some kind of divine message--as if I need one. Any message from heaven would just be telling me what I already know.
Slowly, I dial the number. Turn the screen off. Abruptly set the phone down like it burns my fingers.
The dark screen stares blankly up at me from the countertop. In its smudgy
OS: Rebirth (original revamped)A brilliant explosion resonates throughout the planet’s stratosphere. As a result, an enormous mass of tiny crystals spread all over Earth. Zahraq combined with the dragon Loi'a exploded and has been scattered across space. Its irascible crystal shield is automatically destroyed now Zahraq is gone for good. The vehement foot soldiers still standing completely shatter to the core. The New Yorkers, better yet all of humanity, rejoiced in utter zeal. Victory against the great evil was shown, and the fate of the human race is sealed tight. The teen army SuperNova cheered in a frenzy. Angel has saved all of mankind.OS: Rebirth (original revamped)2 days ago in Short Stories
“He did it. We are now free of this age-old nightmare.” Regino whispers as his violet eyes gaze upon the black, diamond lit sky.
After dodging and fighting his way out, Avery relentlessly continues the search for his children. His long, violet-red hair cascade down one side of his face and back. Tanned skin marred by minor cuts from battling the int
Ashes to the Wind, Memories to the Sea It was an average, Rhode Island autumn. Shadows consistently traveled across the ground like a jigsaw piece. The hair on my arms stood on end under the thin jacket I had worn. There were still signs of summer regardless of these things. The tree I had seen back in the parking lot, for instance, was still covered in green leaves that swayed in the gentle breeze, giving off a gentle hushing sound. On the branches were the distinctly blue feathers of a kind blue jay, yet to migrate somewhere warmer. I would have given anything to go trade places with that bird. The choice of going or staying without any worries was a freedom I did not have.Ashes to the Wind, Memories to the Sea2 days ago in Short Stories
There I was, instead, under the muffled light of the sun smelling the fresh salty air. With every spray of the saltine water I was faced with a feeling of nostalgia. I remembered my youth on those rocks, getting dangerously close to the edge where I risked plummeting into the rising waves. I always scoffed at the
Nutella Swans Wish Part 1Nutella Swans WishNutella Swans Wish Part 13 days ago in Short Stories
Once upon a time lived a girl named Minty. She lived in ButterPuff Valley. She belives that she only has one parent whitch is her Mom but, ill give you some info, she has a sister who think she has only one parent witch is her Dad.
A long time ago there was a girl, her name was Nutella Swan. Oh almost forgot Mintys sisters name in Ginger. So back to Nutella Swan. Nutella Swan had a wish, She wished for something nobody can do. That wish remained a legend. She said in quote,"Oh magic people i have a wish for you to grant me, and ill do anything for it, i wish to be Immortal".
Everyone laughed becuase all the other girls wanted dolls and new clothes and girl stuff while Nutella Swan wanted to be immortal. For christmas her mom and dad always give her dolls and girls toys but Nutella Swans didnt like her gifts, She only like her Aunt Jelly gifts. She always gives her Jar of Cotton Clouds for lake Immorgum and jars of Candy FirFlys from Valley of the Gods. she lov
Graveyard VisitGraveyard Visit4 days ago in Short Stories
A slight cold filled the air at my arrival, the grass soft underneath my bare feet. It wasn’t a good place to be- then again what graveyard is?- yet somehow I manage to feel at home here. The smell of lavender danced in the crisp breeze. I didn’t have to look to know it was the small lavender bush my aunt had planted there. It grew to the best of it’s abilities, but never got far due to my grandparents cutting it back with every visit. They loved my father don’t get me wrong but something happened after he died, they just… shut down.
Maybe that’s the reason they're so cranky now. I still cry over the littlest of things. But he was gone now. As much as I hated to admit it he was, and all I could do for now was live and let die. No matter how much grieving it caused me. “I miss you dad… I wish you were here with me... “ I muttered, the words rolling off my tongue like i’d said them a million times before. And the cold truth was
Kuro Tadashi - AllergyHiro wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. All he knew, is one moment he was fine, enjoying a small conversation with Akio who was stopping by to drop off some things… the next moment he couldn’t breathe. He felt dizzy and had passed out.Kuro Tadashi - Allergy5 days ago in Short Stories
He was awake now and was being held in Akio’s arms. He was wrapped in Black Jack’s cloak and was in the exam room.
“Awake?” Akio asked.
Hiro nodded slowly looking around confused.
“Y-Yeah… What happened?” He asked reaching up and rubbing his eye a little.
“You had a rather serious allergic reaction to something you ate. According to Black Jack it would appear you have an allergy to peanuts.”
Hiro raised an eyebrow. “Nuts…? That all happened because of some stupid peanut butter!?” Ugh… Just my luck…
“I’m sorry sweetie… but you gave us both quite a scare. Black Jack’s doing his double check right now so he left me to look
Gentle SnowGentle Snow5 days ago in Short Stories
"It's so cold... Can't it snow already?" I mumbled as I sat at on the window seat, staring at the frosted glass. My hot breath fogged a certain area of the glass, and I used my finger to draw a small smiley face. I chuckled at it.
Crash! My head snapped to my open bedroom door. The crashing sound was followed by multiple voices, shouting on top of their lungs. I guessed it was downstairs since most of what they were saying were almost inaudible.
"Why can't you just lend me some money?! I need it for my car, I've told you so many times!" My father's voice vibrated throughout the house. I sighed, the usual fight.
"Well, excuse me! You said you could be the only breadwinner of the family, and told me to quit my job, which I did! Now, don't you dare start saying that you didn't say that, but you did! If you desperately wanted more money, get another job!" I sighed once more. Yep, average day with my family.
I swung my legs over the window seat, trudged over to my closet, and changed into m
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 ICT6 days ago in Short Stories
The Phoenix Chapter 3 - 'Burning Descent'The PhoenixThe Phoenix Chapter 3 - 'Burning Descent'1 week 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
The Streetwalkers DaughterThe ground was icy with a thick but stamped down layer of snow. With teeth chattering, the Sasha stood there. Waiting. Her eyes looked both ways down the street. Silence. It was like the small town was abandoned and she was left behind.The Streetwalkers Daughter1 week ago in Short Stories
Three days ago, her mother had left to get them groceries. Sasha had no idea where the money came from. There was no reason to question her mother's abilities. So she sat in the shared bedroom, on the top bunk with the air mattress, and waited. She came down only to get herself some food. Beef jerky and cereal. It was a difficult choice, but the jerky won. She slipped back into the room before the landlord came in. She was like a small mouse in the apartment, avoiding being seen or heard so as not to intrude on their savior further. They could only afford that single room, everything else (water, stove, fridge) was offered out of charity.
It was nearing three A.M. and
---- 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-1 week 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 Family1 week 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.
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
How I met your MotherHow I met your motherHow I met your Mother1 week ago in Short Stories
Hungry Traveller (John Jones)
Nice Woman (Sara Watkins)
Children (Josh, Zoe and Helen)
Old Man (Alfred)
Old Woman (Charlotte)
John Jones stumbled along the road, starving, looking for any form of shelter and food.
‘What did I do to deserve this?’ Thought John, trying to see through the snow and wind, which wasn’t easy because he was in a blizzard and the wind was going against him, he couldn’t see anything ahead of him.
John suddenly slipped on a patch of Ice and started to slide down a slope next to the path and into a clearing, filled with orange grass, a thick yellow lake, a brown mountain and a red forest.
John got to his feet and looked around.
‘Where am I?’ thought John, walking around the clearing.
John stopped as he saw a small brick house ten metres away from the lake and a young woman, around John’s age, sat making a wicker basket out of some branches from a small
MH - Passing TimeSunday mornings are honestly the main things keeping me going. Yeah, the life of a magi is exciting, and I love my team dearly, but a day where I don’t wake up with a text from the guardians meant enjoying the life that I bargained my soul for. No hurtling into life or death situations, or staring at my soul gem for hours on end while scouting the territory for witches. Just a simple day to sit back, relax, and enjoy life with my favorite person in the world – my bro, Daniel. For most of my life, he was the only person in my world, excluding my parents, who were hardly ever around, and my old tutor, who wasn’t exactly the friendly type. Because my life as a magi seemed to be interfering with our relationship, I decided that whenever I wasn’t off doing team stuff, I’d hang with him, whether he wanted to or not!MH - Passing Time1 week ago in Short Stories
…And today seemed more of an “or not.” I guess he was still pretty bitter about me being out alone all the time, caus
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 paynn2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Not a GoodbyeHollie looked up from her nails, she saw Jackson walking over with his book in his hand, she scoffed and went back to blowing her white nails. Jackson sat down next to her and opened his book beginning to read. Hollie rolled her eyes, then she felt Jackson's arm wrap around her waist, she blushed and looked away. Then Jackson scooted her closer to him, she blushed harder at the heat radiating off his body. Despite his cold personality he was warm, and that was just one of the many things she loved about him. Hollie looked over at the book he was reading, she pouted and set her hand in the middle of it, covering the words so he couldn't read.Not a Goodbye2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Jackson sighed and looked at her, he lightly closed the book and pulled her onto his lap. He set his forehead on hers, "all you have to do is ask..." He whispered.
Hollie looked away and grumbled, "no" she said simply.
Jackson sighed again, knowing Hollie was hard-headed. Hollie laid her head in the crook of his neck and Jackson held her closer. Ho
Nancy's New Life Mini-Chapter #2Nancy's New Life Mini-Chapter #2: The BabysitterNancy's New Life Mini-Chapter #22 weeks ago in Short Stories
Amelia and Nancy were having no luck in terms of babysitters. Either they were too strict or too ignorant. Some violated Amelia's no-hitting rule, which resulted in them being fired on the sppt. Amelia then thought about getting a sitter closer to Nancy's age. A teenager, somewhere beween 15-17 she thought would be good. She then found a website called babysitter4hire.com and found one she thought Nancy would like. Today was her first day. Amelia walks into the house afte a day of work.
"Nancy, I need to talk to you alone." Amelia says, and takes Nancy upstairs, and leaves the babysitter in the living room. She sits Nancy down on her bed.
"Nancy, I need to ask you questions about your babysitter today." Amelia says.
"Okay." Nancy answers.
"Okay. How was your day with her?" Amelia asks.
"She was pretty cool. She took me out to breakfast and let me get what I wanted." Nancy answers.
"That was awful nice of her. What did you do today