Desert ThiefDesert Thief3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The horse of Kairo Amari was well trained and adapted to endurance riding across vast sand dunes, fields of dry scrubs, even jagged rocks. The gelding’s glossy black coat was a testament to the care his rider put into grooming him, preventing the debilitating curse of saddle sores, when dirt gets underneath the leather and cloth of the tack and rubbing the horse until he is sore.
Kairo’s horse needn’t fear such injury, as Kairo was careless with his own life, but never his faithful horse’s life. The equine was stopped and browsed the foliage around him as above, Kairo ambled up the sides of the great temple nestled in the heart of the great Bedoan Desert.
The Bedoan was surefooted in his climb up the cracked and weathered stone face. A gap in the wall above was big enough to fit his rather short stature through. A peek into the great temple revealed little, as it was dark and musty inside, with only the light from breaks in the walls and of course, the large ent
Red hulk x Homeless!male!reader: our house of love Rubble.Red hulk x Homeless!male!reader: our house of love3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
That what was left of your home,your work and you life.
As big wet tears began rolling down your face memories of what had happened came crashing into you.
A few hours earlier
"Sir, as much as I would love to follow orders,if we where to make these kind of toys the roSPA would be on us like a cat on a mouse."
See, your boss had this bright idea to make toys based on the hulks,its not that you didn't like the hulks it just was that when making child friendy toys about heros that smashed proved to be difficult.None the less,your boss was crazy about selling anything to do with the green smashers.
You sighed as you realized your boss was
Mercury's NetMercury sped down Fifth Avenue at a speed that was lethal. Well...it could have been lethal for a human bike messenger. He certainly looked human. His earthly form was young- he was going for that indie-slacker look with hair down to his shoulders partially hidden by a knit cap. He wore jeans and a hoodie, a Radiohead t-shirt underneath, and his golden winged sandals had been replaced by a pair of Converse All Stars. He had wanted to bear his caduceus but a real one wouldn’t work out in public- people seemed really freaked out by the snakes- so he had the image of one tattooed on his left forearm. He’d taken to pushing up his sleeves when he made deliveries, letting clients see his mark. He was a God, after all, but he needed people to know who he was without being too obvious.Mercury's Net1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
He would miss looking like this. He had become rather fond of this appearance but giving it up would be worth it. Venus was unequivocally worth it. She was everything. She was a
OW OCT Intro-1: The End of PeaceHere ye, here ye, all students of Otherworlde!OW OCT Intro-1: The End of Peace1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tournament sign ups have begun.
He stared at the curve of his name, but he didn't... quite see it. One blink, two blinks, before a bronze hand reached out to trace the black ink that spelled it out in front of him. Letters he was used to writing, the letters of his name... but they weren't his handwriting. The way his A was written, how he connected it to the V... how he wrote it carefully every time. This wasn't his handwriting, it wasn't his careful blocks of letters, it was a quick scribble of his name... and his last name. That part also threw him off, sounding it out a little bit, quietly. "Hhhh...off...man. Is that how you spell it...?" One of the students next to him, who held an ink coated quill in their hand, cast him a look.
"You don't know how to spell your own last name?"
Avery hunched his shoulders and glanced back over his shoulder, toward a young woman, a year ahead of him. A sh
One moment, before we goHunter was surrounded by fire. Pain hadn’t actually kicked in yet, but there was enough time to panic. In that moment, he realized his life could be summed up neatly as, “Rookie fireman kicked down wrong door.”One moment, before we go1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sasha’s lungs filled with water as her survival instinct backfired. Her screams for help let water in. She sucked in half the ocean as she clawed at the bonds around her wrists. In that moment, she thought it was funny that her nice heels were still on. She was dying, but by God, she was dying in her sexy stilettos.
Jeremy pulled the needle out of his arm and slipped into oblivion. He was going to go out like Jimi Hendrix, asphyxiating on his own vomit. If he’d been at all aware of it, he would have been scared, but not surprised.
Death went to work on him with greedy glee, obliterating his personality as he writhed on his mother’s linoleum. He realized he had nothing and figured it didn’t hurt to lose. Now, everything he did have came s
Snack attack!Chester was thrilled, he had enjoyed a wonderful day at the circus and had just been told that he could eat as much as he would like of the wonderful buffet of snacks that all these pokemon had been working on for the last handful of hours. There was popcorn covered in gobs of butter, and caramel, and chocolate, there were hot dogs still steaming with their skins crackled from the cooking, mounds of cotton candy in as many colors as the rainbow and things Chester could not even begin to describe. The little green rattata was practically vibrating in his fur at the thought of the feast, there was so much to eat his eyes had nearly eclipsed his head. With a happy squeal of glee Chester leapt into a large bowl of popcorn. The fluffy white kernels flew everywhere and more than a few landed on Flicker. The Zorua litwick cross’s head rose and she grumbled to herself and then more loudly to Chester.Snack attack!3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Chester! Cut that out!” There was no d
Yoka der DaemonenhexerEs war ein ganz normaler Tag in Pandemotropolis. Die Sonne schien bei klarem Himmel. Überall waren Tauben und kackten auf Statuen von irgendwelchen Typen an die sich niemand mehr erinnerte, während die Leute sich küssten und allesamt lieb hatten. Jeder war glücklich auf dieser wunderschönen Welt in eben diesem wunderschönen Leben zu sein.Yoka der Daemonenhexer22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dann jedoch verfinsterte sich der Himmel mit einem Mal bis er pechschwarz war. Die Erde erzitterte unter der urgewaltigen Macht der Finsternis. Ganze gläserne Hochhäuser brachte sie mit ihrer bloßen Präsenz zum Einsturz. Tausende Menschen wurden von den Trümmern erschlagen und begraben, doch dies war nichts im Vergleich zu dem was noch kommen sollte. Es war der Tag der das Ende einläuten würde. Von nun an würden Terror und Gewalt die Erde beherrschen. Es würde das Ende der Freiheit, des Glücks und der Teddybären sein, denn genau dafür stand der gewaltige Turm der
The Queen of Broken Hearts and the Impossible Gift Once upon a time, in a land of danger and dark forces of magic, there was a warrior. She called herself the Queen of Broken Hearts; for she herself was broken, and collected the hearts of her fallen enemies in the hope that she may one day be able to repair her own.The Queen of Broken Hearts and the Impossible Gift7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The warrior’s land was one of sorrow and anger. Creatures roamed the woods and cities, preying on all and any who stood in their way. These creatures were called the Grimms, and they were like wolves, with cruel eyes of an acidic yellow, and claws like knives that could tear a man to ribbons. Not only were they terrifying to behold, but they were sly…impossible to catch even for the most experienced hunter of Daemons…for the Grimms could become Human. They ravaged the landscape, taking no prisoners, leaving no survivors, nor any trace that they had ever been.
The only hope for the dwindling population of villagers was their warrior. She had set out to cleanse the worl
Graduation 1/3 Lalam: ExplorationThe shadows were excellent friends, Lalam decided as he pressed himself up against the darked corner of the nursery den. He walked with his thin form pressed on the stone, slinking toward the open and unguarded exit. No one had even noticed he was missing from the bundle of hatchlings playing yet, much to his pleasure. It had been a hard few days of work. After his first few escapes, some of which had other hatchling in tow, the older dragons had begun keeping a much closer eye out for escapees.Graduation 1/3 Lalam: Exploration2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Several days ago he had started playing much more quietly and listening to and obeying the babysitters like an angel. It had been hard to keep the act up, but when their guard was let down it made it all worth it. It would be at least an hour before anyone noticed he was no longer playing quietly by himself in the corner anymore. He slipped unseen from the den into the light of the main clearing, laughing and scuttling across the sand and stone toward the other dens and hollows. Maybe he'd see
KoA || Demise of One's Self:iconKingdomsofAemulis:KoA || Demise of One's Self4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Demise of One's Self
Warning! There is mild blood/gore/violence ahead, along with some mild swearing!
The sun, like a newborn dragon upon its first moments of life, crawled slowly up the mountain side, alluring rays of mingled colors brought an astounding beauty to the rocky ledges across the land. Clouds painting the morning sky were, too, reflecting the immense colors of pink, orange, purple, and blue of the sunrise. But because sunrise was so early, many a dragon below were still asleep.
That is, except for one.
She flew fast though not too graceful as she traveled down the channels of the mountains, snickering and spinning with the wind currents, collected and bustling through the canyon portions of Cautes. The blue dragon took a momentary pause, only to dive head long down into a steep angle, coming out at just
Gone - LiteratureFeaturing Taber the Scourge:Gone - Literature2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winter, Year 761 of the New Age
Oakfern, Somewhere Deep in the Tunnels
Eir was gone.
Although he couldn’t - wouldn’t - admit it to himself, the constant presence of the young barn owl had always been a comfort to him. She acted like a mirror, reminding him of when he was getting too angry or comforting him when he was content by falling asleep on his shoulder. She had been his constant companion, a friend even when he didn’t want one… She had been his information, a link not only to the outside world but his only tie - his only lifeline - attached to Crowe. Crowe had fallen silent long ago, leaving him without purpose or belonging just when he had begun to think that he had found a new place for himself in the world.
But now there was only silence.
Mordecai’s wise words could only do so much to help him and, if he were honest with himself, T
Clearing Arturetta's nameI hope this story makes you feel better :iconArthurt2015:Clearing Arturetta's name1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Recently,a string of robberies have occured!And they were all caused by from what eye witnesses described as...a woman with a cap and sunglasses!Seeing this,the young cop,Samantha stevenson,decided to take the case on her own.Her first stop was at the park.She saw Arthur stressed out about something.So,she walked over to him to see what she could do to help!
Sam:How's it going?
Arthur:Not so good!My dearest apprentice image's been tainted by the media!
Arthur: Because,someone copied an image of her and made it seem like that she's commiting crimes!She's innocent,Sam!
Sam:I know that!That's why I'm here!I'm going to try and get to the bottom of all of this!I'm smart enough to not arrest an innocent victim.
Arthur:Thank you,Samantha!For believing me!
Sam:no problem,boss!So,where's Arturetta now?
Arthur:With her friends at wendia's!Should I call her and ask her to come here?
Odd App (RP under maintenance)The world you live in is quite advanced, not to where robots and flyings cars exist, but somewhere in between that. It would be just another normal day for you. You had a job or you went to school, whichever. Currently, you would be relaxing at home when all of sudden your cell phone suddenly goes off. You check it to find it to not be a number, but instead it was some sort of app that would ask you a couple of questions, that you were unable to avoid no matter if you tried to click away, swipe away, or simply turn your phone off, the app would not go away until you answered these questions and switching to another phone yielded the same results as if you were cursed to answer these questions or forever be doomed to go on living without a cell phone.Odd App (RP under maintenance)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
With either you gave in or just decided to play along, you would answer the questions. You would then assume the app was some sort of RPG app as the questions it asked was to construct some sort of character with some having buttons to sel
Mary Event 1- RP LitMary walked around the festival with her facemask and a digital camera around her shoulders. She desperately tried to avoid all the other bodies out of cautious habit, becoming a bit frustrated with the congested crowd. She felt tired already, wanting to log out but she had not taken the picture she wanted so she would hold off until then. In the meantime, she tried getting out of the stream of people, walking towards an out of place tent.Mary Event 1- RP Lit21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Katesch raised her head just in time to see the figure of Mary and she smiled on both reflex and because she understood why exactly the woman was walking towards her. She briefly thought through what languages she might speak before remembering that the official language of Nigeria was English so that would be fine. "Hello, are you here to get your fortune told? It's free." Of course, she knew that there was no way out of the constants being told their fortune. Still, it was only common courtesy.
Mary was unsure of this, she didn’t much deal wi
The ExitBealish ran. He ran and ran and ran in sheer panic. What if the guards had noticed him? What if they would find the dead owl? What if they would know he hadn’t helped it, when Varys had killed it? Would they hurt him? Would they hurt Varys? Varys was just an animal, they couldn’t blame him, but they could blame the colt, because he had done nothing to help the sacred bird. The thoughts kept him running further in blind fear, until eventually he no longer could run anymore and had to slow down to a trot. It was just then, he noticed the air had begun to change. He further slowed down, ears and nose wiggling. The air was cool, but far less humid than it was inside the tunnels. It was cool and fresh, without the usual musky smell. In the back of his head, he had the feeling he had smelled such air before, it was a bit like the air that came in from the holes in the caves, where the owls entered, but it was a lot more. It was all around him.The Exit3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
And then he gave a start of surprise
.: OW - Casper Tournament Ability Ref Sheet :.For better understanding of the list of abilities Casper D'evereux has in the tournament, this ref sheet has been made for one's guide. Please note that a couple of these abilities must be asked beforehand to show or to not be used. The ref sheet is designed to help future opponents that may face Casper one day, so less questions may be asked when up against him..: OW - Casper Tournament Ability Ref Sheet :.1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Very Low | Low | Average | High | [Bullet; Green][Bullet; Green][Bullet; Green][Bullet; Green][Bullet; Green] Very High
Normally, if Casper is in his normal state of mind, his general battle sheet appears like this:
HP: [Bullet; Green][Bullet; Green][Bullet; Green][Bullet; Green]
He doesn't bleed quite as much as most opponents, seeing as his heart rate is slower than one who is alive, and Casper's knowledge of medicine is enough to pull h
MC: Short Story - Left AloneThanatos shook his head and sighed. "For the last time Piper, I will not allow you to go out soul searching in the day."MC: Short Story - Left Alone1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why not?" Piper snapped. "You get to do it. Why not me?"
"Because I'm willing to kill to protect myself and my family." The black haired Reaper glared at his daughter. "Go play fetch with Lucifer and Kurai. I'll be back."
He walked out of his mansion before Piper could speak. Teleporting to the side of a clear blue lake, Thanatos sat down and stared at the water, his icy blue eyes turning a frosty green, his natural eye color, as he thought about Sophia.
She didn't deserve to die... He thought sadly.
Yes she did. Thanatos groaned as the insane part of his head answered his rational statement. The witch deserved the death you gave her. She never loved you. Piper never lobed you. You'll be alone once she realizes that you're nothing but a weak ass coward.
Stop it... Thanatos thought angrily.
"I'm not a cowar
He'll Make A Good SoldierFeaturing Castor and Alcott (NPC)He'll Make A Good Soldier3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summer, Year 754 of the New Age
Windborne, Somewhere between River Mor and Gumtree Hollow
Castor was young when his father first took him to work with him. It was late in the summer, the leaves reaching their brightest green before they would turn and fall in the cooler autumn weather. Castor was one and a half and had been anxiously awaiting this day, bugging Alcott daily to take him to see the soldiers.
Castor was woken by the gentle nudge from his father, early in the morning before the sun had even risen. “Morning patrol,” Alcott whispered and smiled when Castor eagerly sprang to his feet, shaking the sleep from his body. He pranced along excitedly beside Alcott as they met up with a few others who all shook their head at Castors antics. After a while Alcott dropped back from the others and slowed to walk beside his son. “Castor. If you want to be a soldier you need to settle down. There
Transformation story : Pleine lunePleine luneTransformation story : Pleine lune1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Woman into werewolf)
(Warning : short storie in french)
Anxieuse et nerveuse, Clara ne pensait plus qu'à une chose : s'enfoncer encore un peu plus dans la forêt où elle se trouvait. La sécurité de beaucoup en dépendait. Le soleil allait bientôt se coucher et l'adolescente tentait de s'éloigner un maximum de toute activité humaine. Chaque pas qu'elle parvenait à faire lui apportait un zeste de réconfort. Plus l'écart entre elle et la civilisation était grand, mieux c'était.
Après dix grosses minutes de course, l'adolescente s'appuya contre un arbre, tentant de récupérer son souffle. Elle pouvait sentir son cœur battre la chamade dans sa poitrine. Les muscles de ses jambes se faisaient brûlants. Elle était essoufflée mais au moins elle était certaines d'être assez loin de potentielles victimes. Hélas, cette certitude rassurante disp
A Sweet MotherP R I L L A - V A D AA Sweet Mother1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The labour had been long and hard. Given, this little fawn was a tiny bit bigger than Ingríd had been. The healer was on her way, leaving mother and newborn to bond. But Prilla was a caring mother and she loved her small family dearly. She did not leave one out or take more interest in the other.
‘’You may send her in, please. And again, thank you so much.’’ she said in her husky, honey-sweet voice.
The healer thought it better for the chestnut filly to wait outside as she wanted nothing to stress Prilla and did not want to upset Ingríd with the pain her mother had to go through whilst giving birth.
The almost white doe licked the small patch of greyish fluff on her newest little one’s head. She had already had her first meal after getting to her wobbly feet clumsily. Prilla smiled warmly at her daughter, now cuddled up next to her and sleeping soundly.
She heard Ingríd entering their sma
An Officer and a Sparring PartnerLunemyrAn Officer and a Sparring Partner5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winter had arrived once more and with it came the snow. It blanketed the lands with beautiful, sparkling white- so bright that it practically burned your eyes, reflecting the sun. Rut was still raging in Glenmore, stags clashing and does giggling as they were fought for. However, it wasn’t quite as manic as the fall. Many does had already been claimed, so the competition wasn’t quite as fierce, in some aspects… But, in some aspects it was. Stags were getting desperate for mates. Lunemyr, however, had no interest in the ongoings of rut. He’d never been one to put his heart into rut, even if he had sired two fawns in the past one. However, he not fought for the two does he’d bred to. It really had been planned, in all honesty… It just kind of..happened.
He’d broken up many fights that got too bloody already today. Despair lingered in their air, mingling in with bellows of victory as stags pranced off with their feminine prizes in t
Raven Child XVI (Engelsk)The Sea of UrðrRaven Child XVI (Engelsk)20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“If we keep going straight, we’ll come to the Sea of Urðr.
We can rest there, find food and shelter
and then decide the where we’ll head.
It’s just over the hill.”
Guðrún pointed toward a mound.
The sun disappeared below the horizon
and one by one the stars twinkled in the sky.
The moons shone on the Sea of Urðr
reflecting off its calm waters.
They spread their blanket rolls on the soft sand
and in comfort lay to sleep for the night.
When the sun rose, Seiðr opened his eyes.
The others still slept.
He arose without disturbing anyone,
stretched his arms and went for a walk down to the sea.
He took off his shoes and stood at the edge of the water,
letting the waves roll in over his legs,
swishing around him as the tide receded.
He loved the sea. He looked to his right.
The sandy beach spread out for miles, dotted only with a few palm trees.
Looking to the left he saw a pile of rocks covered with seaw
The Seer “Tolmir! The king requires your presence!”The Seer1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grumbling internally, said dragon slowly opened his eyes and raised his head towards his unexpected guest. A kingsguard dressed in golden armor stood at attention before him, a stony look on the young dragon’s face.
“Yes, yes. I’m coming,” Tolmir sighed. He was getting too old for this. The kingsguard left, allowing the elder dragon to prepare for his visit to the king.
His joints creaked as he rose from his plush bed, which sat on the floor in the middle of the room. Many would say he was very fortunate to call the king’s castle his home, but truthfully he missed his old abode back at the temple. There he lived among nature and the environment was quiet and serene. Here he lived in a stone room and had to deal with emotionless guards that blindly took orders from their king. His quarters in the castle were completely bare save
HHG - Festival For You, You For MeBenjamin called foxes cool. He called them elegant. He called them wise. The canine walking in front of him was not quite a fox, but in Cináed's mind all off the above. The white dog walked just a little bit in front of him, her big white wings carefully folded on her back as she took in the sights around her, a smile on her face that conveyed nothing but mirth at the festivities and yet oh so calm demenour as she walked amongst it all. Her eyes flicked back, inviting him to come along and Cin's heart skipped a beat. She was a gift from the skies, a white angel. He hurried to catch up to her.HHG - Festival For You, You For Me2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eirwen looked around, trying to catch every smell, touch and sight the festival had to offer. Many colorfull boots where set up with all kinds of games, trinkets and food, the streets burst with life and joy. This was amazing. All the laughter, the fun, it made the white female feel as if she could sore. She was so happy Cináed had invited her, this was even more fun with two. Speaking o