The Vacation !Millie okay I packed my bags now I need to bring my purse and phone and Lucy my dollThe Vacation !21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Geo hey Millie mama wanted me to tell you to hurry up
Millie I am hurrying up
Tera Millie Geo hurry up before we miss our plane
Kilo yes honey hurry up so we don't miss our plane
Skeletons Nick watches with patient amusement, as his girl scoops up a spoonful of her melted ice cream sundae, and slurps it down like soup. She’d once told him that it tasted much better melted than when it was frozen, and that when the ice cream melted it made it easier to get to the chunks of brownie that were tucked into the frozen mound.Skeletons22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knocks back a shot of whiskey, and it burns like a small fire in his throat. He looks back at her, smiling, as she continues to patiently sip the melted frozen treat. A few minutes later she pushes back the little dish, and Nick chuckles at the look of happiness on her face.
“Done?” He says with a grin. And his girl nods, patting her full belly. He calls for the check and, once everything is paid for, leaves the restaurant taking the girl by the hand. The two step out under the clear November night, squeezing each other’s hands playfully. The walk home isn't very long, and despite the chill
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 figures2 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
The Old ManThe Old Man3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was a boy, my father would take me out fishing. He would say “do you know why we fish son?” I responded “no” He said “we fish so we can eat.” I asked “why?” He said “let me tell you a little story.” when I was just a boy, I went fishing every weekend. One day we went to the lake and seen an old man trying to catch fish with his bare hands… we offered him money, but he refused. He told us “it’s better to catch your meal, than to eat off someone else.” My father’s eyes were wide like the moon. This old man was neither selfish nor greedy. So what we did was give him a challenge. My father said “old man, how about this. He handed the man his best pole and a worm. My father said “if you can catch a bigger fish than me, then you can keep the pole and a bucket of worms. The old man responded “but I don
I was not MagnificentHank straddled his way into the court room alone. This was the most quiet it had ever been. It was the first time he had been back in this place since losing his case at trying to save his father. His father had no choice but to spend the next seven months in prison on a murder charge. Now his father was gone thanks to his long Cancer battle.I was not Magnificent3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sentimentally ran his hands along the pillars of the court, as if they were remnants of his life that he should never let go of. Hank was never a man who cried, or at least tried not to. But being alone in this place, he felt as though he could cry like the little baby he felt like deep inside. He gingerly made his way over to the judge's chair keeping his eyes on it with intrigue.
He then gently spun it in the opposite direction, as the chair continued to slowly circle round and round. As it spun small tears formed in Hanks' eyes and began to leak out. Then something finally occurred to him. Maybe it never was his father's fault for why his li
Why she hurt...She was a the youngest of seven brothers.She lived in a small rural town that seemed almost forgotten by God. Always the "scapegoat" of the family, all she wanted was attention. When she was eleven her mother left her side to work so the family could have food on the plate. She never understood her mother's reasons and ultimately hated her mom. She was left with her other 6 brothers and sister and her drunken dad. She lived in a rural house all her siblings slept in the same bed. Her family in poverty tried everything they could to survive, luckily they had a farm so they would have to go from early morning to late in the afternoon with the hot sun burning her skin just to get something to eat even so this was never enough to feed seven starving siblings. She would go to school and skip first second and third period just thinking about her mom. She felt as though she was alone in the world. This girl made it through highschool barely passing. On the day of her highschool graduation sheWhy she hurt...4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Daddy's Little Parasite Daddy’s little parasiteDaddy's Little Parasite4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked down at the wriggling mass of pale red flesh in front of him, disgust flashing across his face momentarily before fading back to apathetic curiosity. This pathetic bundle was what he had spent 9 month waiting for? It hardly seemed worth it. He put up with nine months of insanity for something that only ever seem to scream in his face, and smelled worse than a trash heap. His face then darkened. This worthless bundle of fat had caused her so much pain and misery. Insane food craving at midnight, then heart-reaching agony at first light.
The thing opened its eyes and he was forced to stair back into his own. It made his stomach turn to see his own amber eyes peering back at him from a blob that was somehow supposed to resemble a human. It cooed quietly, reaching up towards the giant hovering above. He looked back at his
Don't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!ReaderDon't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!Reader4 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
T.U.F.F. Halloween- Chapter 3(A/N: Well, here's the 3rd chapter! I hope it's good enough.)T.U.F.F. Halloween- Chapter 34 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, as soon as Kitty and Katrina got to their houses, they gave the kids their baths before getting them in their Halloween costumes. Then Kitty called Peg, Katrina called Mrs. Katswell, and the grandmas told the cats to bring the kids over. So they did.
With the kids taken care of, Kitty went home to shower and get her costume on, but Katrina went back to T.U.F.F. to pick up Bruce so they could get ready for the Halloween party together.
At T.U.F.F., Keswick and Claire took their kids home not too long ago, and Dudley and Bruce decided it was time to go home. Katrina showed up just as they left the building, and she dropped Dudley off at his and Kitty's house before driving back to her house. Kitty had already left for the party by the time Dudley got home, so he got ready, told Bruce and Katrina that Kitty had already left for the party, so when they finished getting ready, they swung by Dud
T.U.F.F. Halloween- Chapter 2(A/N: Here's Chapter 2! I hope it's good!)T.U.F.F. Halloween- Chapter 24 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The weeks flew by, and it was finally Halloween. Everyone was excited about the holiday, and kids were looking forward to trick-or-treating so they could get candy. However, we should be at T.U.F.F. headquarters. So let's not waste our time just wandering the city streets. Let's go!
At T.U.F.F., everyone is getting the place decorated for the party tonight. Even Dudley, Kitty, Bruce, Katrina, Keswick, and Claire are also busy with decorating, and even the kids (who were allowed to be at T.U.F.F. today) were helping out, all the while talking about what they were going to be for Halloween.
"So what are you going to be for Halloween, George?" Adam asked George.
"I'm going to be IRON MUTT!!" George said.
"I was thinking about going trick-or-treating as that, but I decided to go as a Ninja Turtle." Adam said.
"Which one?" asked Lisa and Tyler.
"I'm going as Leonardo, the leader!" Adam smiled.
"Cool!" said the tw
T.U.F.F. Halloween- Chapter 1(A/N: Here's the first chapter of my "T.U.F.F. Puppy" Halloween fic. I have re-written this story, but I hope it's okay.)T.U.F.F. Halloween- Chapter 14 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the month of October in the city of Petropolis. Fall was now in full swing, and the citizens knew that Halloween was right around the corner. So everyone decided it was time to get ready for Halloween. Okay, let's get on over to T.U.F.F. and see what's going on!
At T.U.F.F., the agents are busy, but at the same time, they're excited that it's October, because the annual T.U.F.F. Halloween party is this month, and it's always so much fun! This is one of the few parties that the agents look forward to.
The date of the party is usually the last Friday in October. This year, Halloween was the last Friday of the month. Well, this was a problem for Dudley, Kitty, Bruce, Katrina, Keswick, and Claire. They wanted to go to the party, but their kids (A/N: The kids are 4-year-olds in this fic.) were looking forward to tric
Worth the exchangeIn the corner of his closet was the shrine he had erected to Naked Woman. It consisted of a stack of magazines, his CD collection and a few posters. He was a very devout worshipper, and devoted some time each day to pray to Skin.Worth the exchange6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
His wife Alia had never liked his profound faith in Divine Shapes, but there was an unspoken truce between them that as long as he kept his daily meditations to himself, she would keep silent. So he chose the highest shelf in his closet, where his little Nomi’s hands couldn’t reach and where Alia wouldn’t have to lay eyes on it in passing, and there he made his temple. The television in the living room was purely for cartoons and cookery shows; he could watch shows of his own choosing from the computer in his study. His family knew that the study was out of bounds to them, so he could cool his eyes with the sight of the deity’s dance in peace.
This tidy arrangement, however, was at the mercy of routine. The summer holidays threw every n
RainRain1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
I’ve always thought the fall of rain was fascinating. Mum tells me that ever since I was little I used to stare out at the falling water, completely mesmerized, for hours at a time. She said it made her ‘mum duties’ easier. I don’t think I was difficult as a kid, not much anyway. Every kid has it’s moments. She says I was a ‘nasty little bugger’ but I know she was just joking. When I asked Dad he says I was no fun as a kid, ’cause I didn’t want to cuddle or anything. I don’t think Dad minds too much though, he just likes the attention. Sometimes he’ll clear his throat or clap his hands or something and once he has our attention he’ll just shake his head and pretend nothing happened. He calls me his ‘little angel.’ I never really understood that because Gramma died three years ago and I asked Mum what happened to Gramma and she said she went to heaven to be an angel. Does that mean I’
FLUFFY!!!On one insightful night, I was calling for fluffy.. For many minutes I called, I was beginning to worry. "FLUFFY" I yelled into the dark, dark night. I paused for a moment, I looked to my right and out from behind the grill bounds Fluffy, a flowery noise escapes it's throat. "Fluffy!" I yell in joy, Fluffy leaps into my arms, with eyes that pleaded for forgiveness of It's prank. I of course forgive It, how could I not? That adorable face, that beautifully mixed, silky fur, those delicate eyes... I could never stay mad at Fluffy for long. Fluffy's paw brush my cheek, and I began to cry tears of joy.FLUFFY!!!1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Promise of New Parents (Art Trade)Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch was the noise Rosaria's soft padded paws made upon the forest floor. She was a humble little creature, with pure yellow fur of that of a dying leaf, wearing roses around her neck and hind legs, her slightly darker yellow nose sniffing and searching for some berries to eat. Finally, the familiar scent filled her nostrils.The Promise of New Parents (Art Trade)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rosaria took a deep breath, following the berries' smell until she almost walked right into the bush. She sat down and began to nibble on them, looking around to gaze at the oak trees. It was fall now, so instead of the green she had so gotten used to all the leaves changed into various shades of red, orange yellow and deep purple. She wished she had a camera like the humans did to take a photo of the forests' loveliness, but alas, she'll have to remember this by committing it to memory.
I should save some of this for the kids, she thought, they've kind of gotten old enough to find their own food, and insisted o
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
My SuicideI come home from school one day. I’ve had yet another horrible day. I’m just ready to give up. I go to my room, close the door, and take out that suicide note I have written and rewritten over and over and over. I take the those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. I grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, I close close eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, my little sister knocks on my door to come tell me dinners ready. I don’t answer, so she walks in. All she sees is me laying on my bed, so she thinks I'm asleep. She tells my mom this. My mom goes to my room to wake me up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in my hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your sister, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and that I won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the leMy Suicide1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
~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.
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