SecretsAimi smiled softly at her newborn son cradled in her arms, she had been through fourteen hours of labor and did not mind it one bit, as the miracle she was holding in her arms was perfect in every way. She could not wait to share the good news with her family and most of all she felt at peace and ease for the first time since her marriage into the Oshiro family. Her little Akihiko had made his appearance at approximately twelve noon and had proved that his lungs were powerful.Secrets54 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Aimi, let me see him,” Hoshiko Oshiro walked over to his wife quickly and smiled gently down at the infant she was cradling. “My wonderful first born son’s finally here.”
“Yes and he’s adorable,” Aimi hoped that Hoshiko wouldn’t notice that their son didn’t look a thing like him. But she knew that as perceptive as the elder man was, there would probably be questions once she recovered from labor and delivery.
“Aimi, he looks just like you,”
Cutie Apple Pie((Warning, this piece will have plenty of time jumps.))Cutie Apple Pie2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was late for a pony to be up, pacing her room, worrying a rut into the floor with her hooves. The fact of the matter was Applejack was stressed. She'd had a test done and just that day received a letter with the results. Now she was pacing, and thinking, lost in her mind as she tried desperately to find a solution. What was she supposed to do or say? She couldn't keep this a secret.
Down the hall, a little filly shifted out of sleep thanks to the echoing sounds of her sister's worry as Applejack muttered to herself and fiddled with things around the room. Tiredly, little Applebloom made her way to her big sister's room, about to enquire as to what was wrong when the stressful mare hurled the fateful letter in anger. It landed before Applebloom, who uncrumpled it and read it, mouth hanging open. "Applejack...are you having a baby?!"
The night was dark and cold, just a few short months ago. It felt like mere days ago. Two c
En ce lieu, un loupNote de l'auteur: cette courte nouvelle est un hommage au texte de «Stephen King» intitulé «En ce lieu des tigres», racontant l'histoire d'un gamin tombant nez à nez avec un loup au beau milieu des toilettes de son école.En ce lieu, un loup3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ceci est donc un hommage, réadapté à ma sauce.
En ce lieu, un loup
Jeff avait très envie d'aller aux toilettes.
Inutile de faire semblant de croire que ça allait passer. Sa vessie le torturait, et Mlle Bird s'était rendu compte qu'il se tortillait sur sa chaise.
Mademoiselle Bird n'avait rien en commun avec les autres instituteurs. Par exemple Madame Kinley qu'il avait eu en CE2, était jeune, blonde et très pédagogue. Mr Trask, en CM1, était bâti comme un colosse grec et avait un voix tonitruante, mais en dehors de ça il était toujours de bonne humeur. Et puis, il y avait Mlle Bird, l'instit de CM2.
Jeff détestait cette vieille mégère et c'était r
Dreaming of YouKushina was walking by on a sunny afternoon as she usually did. She loved doing this, because ever since her pregnancy she had been finding herself doing less and less when she could do more. She was now at least seven months along in her pregnancy, and she was VERY noticeable. She smiled to herself as she gently ran her hands along her largely swollen stomach. "You like it when we go walking don't you Naruto?" she asked the large bump as she smiled, before sitting down on the grass.Dreaming of You6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had found out shortly after that she would be having a son, and she had had the name picked out for quite some time. She sat up making sure that she felt comfortable, even though it was hard to do that with her body being the way it was right now! she gently placed her hands on her large stomach again and smiled. "You know I'm being very patient in waiting for you" she said with a smile. "I know that you probably want to meet me and daddy alot sooner then you think, but I have to make sure your done BE
Casey and JaceIt’s a normal day at work.Casey and Jace1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sit at the till, scan the items that are to be bought, take the money, give change, rinse and repeat. My job is working at the local shop in town as the cashier, simple pay and simple job description, just enough to pay the bills.
Its 3:20pm, just after a lot of kids come out of school with their parents (if they aren't young enough to come home by themselves, that is…). Its rush hour at this time, children of 5-16 come in their uniforms, get what they want they or their mothers pay, and they leave.
The reason I'm telling this story is because of the last group to pay and leave, at around 3:30.
They come in, a mother of around 20-30 years old, her daughter of 7, and the little brother, who is 4, I’ve come to find out. The children rush to the sweet aisle, which is just opposite of the till, but they don't cause any trouble as the mother goes to the appliance aisle. I assume she does this because she thinks I can watch them.
The children ar
The Vacation !Millie okay I packed my bags now I need to bring my purse and phone and Lucy my dollThe Vacation !2 days 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.Skeletons2 days 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 figures3 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 Man4 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 Magnificent4 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...5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Daddy's Little Parasite Daddy’s little parasiteDaddy's Little Parasite5 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!Reader5 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 35 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 25 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 15 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 exchange1 week 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