Full CircleI’ve got a dog at home. He’s pale as the moon and has got the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s everything to me.Full Circle8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I live in The Bronx, working as a computer programmer for one of those big name companies and I didn’t get to be in this position by mouthing off or trying to go against the grain. I didn’t get here by arbitrarily defying authority figures. I didn’t because I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere. I knew it was to no end. I got to be where I am through hard work and harsh regimens of discipline. People who deviated from those values never went anywhere.
I left the subway station promptly and alighted the sidewalk. I then began selectively accepting only the essential stimuli -the sidewalk, the position of people around me. This minimalist state of mind was disrupted by a street vendor.
“Hey mista, we gotta discount today. Three bucksa stick.”
PKA: Sister Dearest (Part Three)YareltsPKA: Sister Dearest (Part Three)10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cobal Girls Dorms
I cried and cried as Rosalind cradled me in her arms. I hated this. I hated being babied by those two. But, I guess you should know more about them so you can understand my grief.
Let me go explain dragons first. Pokemon like Hydreigon and Charizard have children in clutches. It's super rare for pokemon like them to have only one child at a time. Celia was one of those rare ones.
Celia is the oldest child in my family as well as the oldest daughter. Standing at 6"7', She's basically the leader among imbeciles. At the age of 25, I'd think that she'd be more mature, but she acts like a 12-year-old all the time. It pissed me off. I act more mature than she does, and I'm 17! She currently owns one of my father's steampunk shops (known as Ryegaurde's Steampunk) since she majored in business.
As for Rosalind, she's the oldest out of the clutch of my brothers. By the way, my brothers are actually pretty cool. Ryegaur
Zoethian/Next Gen ZiaZoeya sat down, crossing her legs as she watched the Mage run around after her, "Rythian!" Zoeya whined as Rythian turned to look at her, "why can we not see our friends?" Rythian sighed at her question, "Because you are pregnant with a demons child" Rythian replied as he looked down, Zoeya stood up and walked behind him attaching her arms to his waist, "I don't think you are a monster... even if you are, you're my monster" Zoeya smiled into Rythian's back as she felt the Mage relax. "Fine we can go tell them" Rythian broke as Zoeya jumped off his back and jumped up and down eager to tell her friends about her relationship with the Mage and their unborn child.Zoethian/Next Gen Zia16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Rythian, Zoeya and Teep arrived at the familiar towers of the scientists, Rythian spoke uneasily "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He held Zoeya's hand tighter in worry and she squeezed his hand in reassurance, "Lalna wouldn't hurt a pregnant girl, he isn't heartless" Rythian nodded as he slowly reached to knock on Lalna's n
Dreams Don't Come for Everyone The dying moon hung from the stars as the sky began to glow. Crowds of stars faded back into the shadows of night and quickly afterwards, the moon dropped a little in the sky and disappeared with them. Beneath the pale red sky were small houses, just a few so that viewed from above, they would have been nothing at all. A few miles farther north was another cluster of houses. And even farther north was a village.Dreams Don't Come for Everyone2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small boy was waking. Tangled in his cozy blankets, he sat up and observed the red sky. He was a strange boy, features twisted a little so that it appeared he was grimacing all the time. He had ears that stood straight out of his head like somebody had carelessly pasted them onto his head and glittering, vivid eyes that were fixed on the sun, a creamy hue in the sea of tangerine above.
He fell out of bed with his blankets still snaked around him. For a moment, he fiddled with them, twisting the edges of the blanket aro
CHARACTERS FOR SALE CHARACTERS FOR SALECHARACTERS FOR SALE2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Any of my characters found in the below gallery folder and now for sale.
If you want to adopt any of them, simply go to my front page and commission me. Make sure you state which character you are adopting. If I accept the commission, the character is yours
- You are purchasing the design, character, and information provided of it's history and so forth.
- Your are not purchasing the artwork itself.
- It is you responsibility to save the artwork. I will be deleting these references in a few months.
- You are welcome to change anything you like on the character
Hetalia: Ibiza and her Big Brother SpainHetalia: Ibiza and her Big Brother Spain3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spain sighed as he pulled many weeds from his crop garden. It was another warm, crop-tending day in Barcelona. But Spain knew he had work to do. And he knew Romano was busy talking a siesta to help him out. He wiped his sweaty forehead as he pulled out yet another weed. "Another day, another euro" He muttered.
Spain then spotted a head of dark-brown hair in the distance. He put his basket of pulled weeds down and walked down to the beach, two ripe tomatoes in hand.
Spain was surprised to find that the head of dark brown hair was a little girl with two small side ponytails sitting all alone in the sand. She wore a dark purple dress, a white apron and barefooted. She had her knees tucked to her chest.
'Who's this chica de pequena (little girl)? Is she a new country?' Spain thought. He then approached the little girl and knelt down to her level. "Hola, me llamo España. (Hello, my name is Spain). It must've been so lonely being here all by yourself, pequeña (little one). Do you h
The Dumont TakeThe Dumont Take4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uniforms are wonderful things. You can go anywhere, so long as you've got the right jacket or jumpsuit. Throw a fat sticker onto a white utility van and there ain't single gated community that'll stop you on your way in.
People live in these nice, 'secluded' places because they figure it's safer. Well I suppose it is, if you consider that everyone living there is already well-off. But that's a double-edged sword, see. They think they're safer, so they relax and don't take as many precautions.
Exposed window wells, unlocked back doors, windows ajar when nobody's home. That sort of thing. And you can walk through just about anybody's back yard without trouble as long as you're wearing a bright vest and hardhat.
Lotta thieves I know prefer the direct approach; watch from parked cars, dress in dark clothes, and sneak in when nobody's looking. Me, I'm the kinda guy who hides in plain sight. If you act like nothing's going on, everybody'll assume you're right.
That's how I got into the Dumon
An Accidental RobberyAn Accidental Robbery4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Okay, so maybe your best friend's house shouldn't be the first place you go when you've just accidentally robbed a bank. How does one "accidentally" rob a bank, you ask? Well it's simple: be at the bank when the crew you hang with unexpectedly shows up with masks and guns.
My buddies busted in and saw me at the counter. One tossed me a pistol and had me help out, probably not wanting to get hung out to dry, or whatever it's called. They blew through the place like it was nothing and we scattered in the suburbs. No idea where they went, but the only place nearby I knew was Taylor's place.
She and I had grown up together and had remained best friends since grade school. Thing is, though, I had always wanted to get out of this town and see the country. And suddenly with a trash bag full of cash I was able to do this. I arrived at her apartment sick to my stomach with anxiety.
She answered the door wearing faded jeans and a grey T-shirt. Her long maroon hair really fit her pale complexion.
Welcome Home, Protoman - A Mega Man Fanfic Dr. Wily was defeated, finally, and Mega Man, Dr. Light, and the rest of his robot family were all at peace. The only thing left was Protoman, who was still at the ruins of Dr. Wily's Castle. It didn't even look like the same thing anymore. It just looked like a landfill of rubble and remains of architecture made solely by villainy. Mega Man and Dr. Light set off to find Protoman and try to convince him to move in with them. When they found him in the heart of the wreckage, the Prototype robot was covered in scrapes, scratches, and dirt from rummaging in the architectural remains, sitting on a chunk of scrap metal about the size of a small school desk and staring at a worn-out photo.Welcome Home, Protoman - A Mega Man Fanfic4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a photo of him and Dr. Light recently after he was first created.
"I was wondering where that photo went," a familiar voice of anthro-robotic genius said with a smile hidden in a cloud of white, curly facial hair. Protoman gasped and turned around. It was his creator, his father
Good Luck SmilesQuiet, blissful, prefect quiet. It was the type of sweet silence that was so restful you forgot all your worries and just disappeared for a while; a warm breeze brushing cherry blossoms through the air, the sun dappled onto the soft grass below, were the only things on your mind.Good Luck Smiles4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Senpai sighed peacefully from her place under the sakura tree, the flower's scent tickling her nose and making her rabbit ears twitch. She had come here early just to enjoy the day before the others arrived. She loved them all dearly, they were her pets, her family after all, but they did tend to be....rambunctious, especially...
“Hey, SENPAI!” A female's loud voice called out happily, and Senpai opened her eyes and sat up with a groan.
Aiko, a large wolf like dog the color of fine charcoal, was padding towards her, a happy grin on the dog's face. Upon the dog's back was a young woman with blond hair, kitten ears and soft eyes; Alisa. She was smiling to and waving enthusiastically to Senpai.
Night TerrorsI'm FineNight Terrors4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
What Yurama first noticed when she fumbled with the light switch, managing to flip the burningly bright flouresence on, was that the bed was empty. The door to the bathroom, just inside their quarters and to the left, was closed – but she could make out the distinct filtering of off-yellow light from the dying bulbs as it tricked out underneath the frame. Tiredly she crossed the threshold, hand resting on the doorknob. She gave it a tentative turn and it was....unlocked. She could hear water running in the sink. Not wanting to startle him, she released the doorknob and instead rapped lightly on the wood of the door.
”...Charles, is everything all right?"
The tap shut off abruptly, and she heard a heavy sigh. He emerged moments later with a smile and a nod. That was Charles for ‘no’.
She learned early on not to listen to what he was saying, with regards to hi
Louieeemans boingfun birthday(Happy birthday,louieeeman! This story is for you!)Louieeemans boingfun birthday5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
one day,kingdomheartsventus7 woke me out of another boingy dream
ven: yo! Jb! Its louieeemans birthday
Ven:dont worry,all you need to do is wrap his present
i have it behind my back
me:what is it?
ven:its zacs skippyball!
ven: go downstairs and see what i have
me:so many hippity hops and big balloons, he will love it!
ven:i have even made a hop! 66 cake!
(reveals a perfectly done blue call with a hop! 66 ball (minature) on top)
me:lets invite the girls
(one phone call later)
girls: we are here
Louieeeman:whats going on
ven (quietly): one two 3
all but louieeeman:happy boingy birthday louieeeman!
louieeeman:hahaha mucho gracias everyone
Everone else: de nada
(after singing happy birthday it was time to open presents)
louieeman:boy that cake was good but lets see what boingy presents we have
(i revealed my present)
louieeeman:mi amigo you got me zacs skippy ball best b day ever!
A baby's lifeEyes closed I sit here contemplating what I will write. The darkness doesn't dissuade me and it is lit up faintly beyond my eyelids by the glow of my monitor... But what comes to mind?A baby's life5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A baby makes his march through a field of green grass littered with white flowers. Each time he places his hand on the ground to crawl another bit he leaves a small print and a muffled thump against the earth. The baby marches as only a baby can and looks around in awe at the stunning sights to behold. Though the field is endless and looks all the same from my view, the baby sees things differently. Each flower is a new experience. Each blade of grass holds a special flavor. Where he placed his hand once, pulling it to his mouth to see a washed palm from the morning dew on the grass, this new spot left a loose powder of fresh dirt on his hands that he playfully slaps back onto the ground. A smile wraps the babys face as he continues onward, not knowing what next encounter will change his life. The fear o
To My Beloved BrotherDear Chris,To My Beloved Brother5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You son of a Bayleaf! I knew you'd make it to the semi-finals! You have such little faith in yourself, you should fix that soon. Start listening to me for a change and boost that self-confidence! But seriously though, I'm so proud of you. You continue to impress me with every letter, and it makes me so sad I won't be able to see you compete...keep me updated about your matches, okay? I mean, you usually do, but I don't want to miss anything juicy. And I worry about you sometimes! You go whole-hog in these fights. I don't want to hear you got hurt.
Hey, on that note, you asked me about our tournament here in Raccolto, and, well, it's super fun! But It's super tough too...I'm not sure how things'll go in this next round...everyone is so strong! And I'll be the first to admit that grass types are a bit fragile (but don't tell dad!). I'll have to try picking up some techniques from my fights and get stronger for next year. The doctor I go to tells me that I must have some steel
My Daddy (True Story of my Life)My Daddy (True Story of my Life)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Story of my Daddy (True Story of my Life)
I'm feeling very sentimental today, I thought I would write what's on my mind.. and today the story entales my beautiful
dad and the man who never left my heart, Peter James Padley.
He was a very strong man, somebody who you felt safe around no matter where you was. Throughout my childhood he was my
rock, he was the one I ran too without any doubts. I remember how he'd wake me up every morning for school, he would hold
my hand and walk a very tired Laura down the stairs. A hug usually ensued and I would waddle off into the livingroom and
throw myself onto the sofa to watch my cartoons, he'd call me to get my breakfast of which he would make me and this is
how he would greet me every single morning.
Him and I could never be seperated, we was pretty much joint at the hip. I felt he understood me, he could make me laugh
when I was sad, the only one who could successfully hug and kiss away the pain.
I remember always asking to go with him place
One Day In My LifeOne Day In My LifeOne Day In My Life1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wake up to the scorching heat of the day, breathing in both the foul and fresh air. Staggering out a tent, I faced the bright blue sky only to find my flesh being eaten away by the sun. Living in Kaisut Desert is no easy task as deserts and mountains border the place I call home. Everyday is the same for me. The same orange and barren land with occasional large trees to shelter me from the sun introduces a new day to me. I walk over to the camels and stroke them knowing that the next time I see them might be in a meal. Later, I hear the shouts of my mom’s parched throat call out to me telling me to feed the camels some water and bring them to walk around to find stray grass to feed on. Listening to her command I grab the collar of the camel to guide them.
My name is Irkena. I live amongst the long-forgotten Rendille tribe in northern Kenya. Long ago, story has it that we were forced out of our home in Ethiopia into Kenya beca
The Diary Of Her: She!SHE DID IT AGAIN!!! OK, I know it's nothing new, but… uh, nevermind. It's just that we are arguing non-stop. I'd like to stop it but I can't. This is why I rather to be in school than at home. I think that me and mom are close. At least I am to her. I like to be around her. But she always can find something I did or do wrong. She can't say I did something right. It's like all the positive comments I deserved in my whole lifetime already were said when I was a little kid. I know that I am often naughty and rude and all. I know it's not all her fault, but, I don't know anymore. It's my fault, but her too. She took away my headphones. It's the most precious thing I have. And it's not that I'm addicted to the music. It's the symbol of my freedom. Which I almost don't have at all. I just want myself and my freedom to be shown. That's all. I want my freedom.The Diary Of Her: She!1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bitch and Toast Fuckery - Opposite AU'sToast: Jack and Wanted would destroy the world togetherBitch and Toast Fuckery - Opposite AU's1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
[1:00:02 PM] Toast: Wanted would end up laughing
[1:00:03 PM] Toast: and Jack
[1:00:08 PM] Toast: just sitting there watching people die
[1:00:31 PM] Bitch: WOWJACK
[1:00:33 PM] Bitch: HOW RUDE
[1:02:53 PM] Toast: HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING
[1:02:57 PM] Toast: THAT'S WHY HE STARES
[1:03:20 PM] Bitch: STILL RUDE
[1:03:27 PM] Bitch: headcanon
[1:03:32 PM] Bitch: Kat destroyed the world
[1:03:40 PM] Bitch: Wanted and Jack put it back together
[1:05:20 PM] Toast: ...DENIED
[1:05:20 PM] Toast: wait
[1:05:23 PM] Toast: unless
[1:05:27 PM] Toast: it was Chaos
[1:05:33 PM] Toast: which is Kat's demon form
[1:05:38 PM] Toast: then it would be accepted
[1:05:49 PM] Bitch: nah, it'd be like
[1:05:51 PM] Bitch: crappy AU
[1:05:56 PM] Toast: OMFG
[1:06:03 PM] Toast: REVERSE ROLES AU
[1:06:05 PM] Toast: KAT'S EVIL
[1:06:07 PM] Bitch: that AU
[1:06:07 PM] Toast: WANTED'S GOOD
[1:06:09 PM] Bitch: Death is a woman
[1:06:09 PM] Toast: OMFG
my favorite 13 anime shows1.Rayearthmy favorite 13 anime shows1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
8.Dragon ball z
13.Tenchi In Tokyo
Gift: Creator's surprise partyAlyssa followed behind Yutomi who was dragging her by the hand as they walked down the street. She looked around at all the stores. They passed a bakery, a book store, and a electronics store before they got to the big building that Yutomi was forcing her to go to.Gift: Creator's surprise party1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What’s the point in this? I’m terrible at getting gifts” Alyssa said in a huffy tone.
Yutomi turned around to look at her as they walked into the store. “This is why I am here with you. Besides all the more of a surprise it will be.” She explained to the blonde haired girl. “Anyway we better hurry up the party starts soon and we both will get in trouble for being late.”
Alyssa sighed in annoyance, she didn’t like not getting her way, but she also didn’t like to get the lecture she would be getting if she wasn’t on time. “Fine, so what is your idea gift for me to get?” she asked the red haired female lead her into the store.
“Well it isn