Suit Up For Adventure“This is totally not gonna work.” Jake said simply. He held the thick blue suit up, looking over the heavy latex with disdain before turning and glaring at his partner, the only other living thing in the secluded alley they were set in.Suit Up For Adventure3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It totally will.” Henry grinned. “This is a high quality suit, you know!” he defended. The short, slightly wide youth flashed his most ‘winning’ smile, which of course did nothing to ease his friend’s worry. “Come on, just think it over!”
“I did.” Jake complained. The black haired skinny young man glared at his ‘friend’, although honestly Henry was more of an acquaintance--or rather, annoyance that wouldn’t go away-- that happened to always go to Jake with whatever stupid idea he had. “And I hate it. This will never, never work.”
“Come on, Jakey!” Henry whined, going over to his companion and slinging a friendly, slightly sweaty arm o
We 'R' ToysBy grapehyacinthWe 'R' Toys3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
After two weeks of training, Julie and Rhea were officially couriers of South Street Shipping. Julie was proud of this. Rhea was not.
The two college grads both were at a dead end. Julie had lost several jobs, and Rhea hadn't even been employed yet. When Julie informed her that South Street was hiring, Rhea scoffed at this. “I didn't get a college degree to go carry stuff around.”
“Well, I don't see anyone else offering you a job. And I need to make money somehow if I want to stay in this apartment with you. They pay really well at the courier service.”
“For being a glorified mailman? Ridiculous.”
“Until something better comes along, I'm doing it. And if you want to pay your rent without your mom helping you out, you might want to also.”
Donned in their new South Street uniforms – a gray shirt and slacks, the two girls made their way to their first destination. It was an old brick building on the
My Novice Malik x readerMy Novice Malik x reader13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Master Malik this is too hard.” You let your head hit the many papers that was scattered on your table. Malik rolls his eyes at you.
“Stop complaining it is not that hard.” You rest your head on its side and looked up at him. Malik was trying to help teach you the history of the Assassin’s. It was actually encouraged by Altair for Malik to be your personal teacher. “Now stop complaining Novice.” Your eyes widen, then quickly narrowed. Yes you were a beginner and one of the few girls in the Creed but you were mostly treated with respect. But you hated to be called Novice.
“Don’t call me Novice. I don’t like being called Novice.”
“But you are one [Y/n]. You are a Novice.” You stood from where you were sitting and looked him in the eyes.
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not .”
“Alright then. How about you prove it to me then.” Malik smirks do
Gooey Transformation - (Blaze the Cat TFTG)Gooey Transformation - (Blaze the Cat TFTG)6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is a stupid idea," I told myself as I stared into the puddle of lavender ooze in front of me. "This is REALLY stupid. You don't even have the slightest clue what this stuff even is."
My conscious was right, of course. When there's suddenly a bright light from the sky and when it clears there's suddenly a pile of slime in your backyard, common sense would tell you to stay the hell away. Unfortunately, my common sense was a weak, miserable thing that the rest of my body and mind ignored. Then later, when I was in pain physically, mentally, or both, my conscious would always whisper "I told you so," in the strongest voice it could muster.
Maybe that's why I tended to learn by experience, or why people generally left me after I say one thing. Like just now - this would be a perfect time to listen to my conscious. Leave the puddle alone, call the police or the city hall, something to get rid of it, but don't touch it yourself, you idiot! This was what my conscious was trying to scream
Tyrant Of The Ocean (Archie TF/MC)Tyrant Of The Ocean (Archie TF/MC)6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Written By ZacharyEverlust
“…You know, now that I think about it…he does kinda look like that Team Aqua Admin…”
I stood here, inside the Seaside Ocean Bar that just opened a few days ago. It had this jazzy-marine feel, like a mixture of feeling drunk and the relaxing calmness of the beach. The scenery was full of marine life, with people dressed with the colours of marine creatures and a blue bubble design for the wall paper.
My name is Baki Bolton, fair skinned and of an average height…about 5 ft. 6. Light brown hair, average body type, enough to keep me from being overweight aside from the little bulge in my belly. I’m your “everyday nice guy” as what many of my friends call me as…though I feel kinda uneasy being out here alone late at night.
“ONE COCKTAIL FOR THE LITTLE MAN!” The Bartender shouted, with his
Fiona Fox TF TGFiona Fox TF TG4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Justin, how many times do I need to explain this to you before you wrap your head around it? You can't keep..." Principal Holt rambled on with his usual spiel as I slumped in the chair in front of his desk. I had heard it too many times before. Was putting strobe lights in the bathroom stalls that big of a deal? I didn't think so, it was just something me and my friends did for fun. We needed to do something to spice up this boring school, which felt more like prison, but I digress.
"Hey, listen up!" he ordered. "You will be receiving detention for the rest of the week. Pull another stunt and you'll be suspended, understand?"
"Yeah..." I sighed as he handed me my detention slip. It wasn't like it was the first time I would be there, for I had built up quite the reputation as a troublemaker in my time at school.
Walking out of the office and into the halls, students were commuting their way to lunch. As I made my way to the cafeteria, I ran into my friend Zack.
"So J, what's the verdic
[TGB] | Homebound.The totems were odd. Approaching them, Firo was hesitant, staring at this strange new addition to his home. He knew the Spirits had returned, and that tattoos had been bestowed upon those who met them at the Breathing Caldera-- Mar and Neytiri had gone for that purpose alone. But what else had happened to the tribes since his injury, Firo had no clue.[TGB] | Homebound.3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is his home, though. Where he belongs. So he steps up to the entrance of camp, and between the totems, slipping through the entrance. Walking through camp, he feels naked as the only cat without a tattoo, and goes straight for Alcina’s den. “Silver-Earth?”
She was . . . worried. She knew that things were to change soon, so perhaps there was no reason to go rushing into appointing the heads of their ranks, but to keep her cats waiting might arouse suspicion, or even ill will. Yet . . . those three were still missing. And she knew she shouldn't but she needed them to be here. Firo . . . she didn't k
Just a nuzzle awayJack stared down at the grave in front of him, his blue eyes wandering over the tiny words etched in stone. Tears streamed down his face, and he let out a near-silent sob as he read them for the billionth time…..Just a nuzzle away6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“In loving memory of Christina Harrison….a beautiful girl, a loving sister, and an amazing friend. 1999-2015.”
The giant’s eyes watered, and Jack pressed the heels of his hands to them as the tears came once again. He felt his chest tighten and his stomach clench as he sobbed, miserably shaking and trembling like a leaf. Jack didn’t even remember how it had happened….one minute, she was sitting on his shoulder, talking and laughing. And now….she was gone. She was just…...gone.
Jack sobbed again, tears leaking from between his fingers and falling onto the grass beneath his feet. His head pounded as he tried to make sense
The Fluffy Ones are Back!Curia glided through the night sky as effortlessly as the eagle on her bustier would, landing on the roof of her building. It had been a long day of fighting crime and evil, and even the mighty Wonder Woman needed time to rest and recharge.The Fluffy Ones are Back!6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she strode towards the stairwell door, she pondered how little time she actually spent in the building; she had a small penthouse apartment supplied by the League, and other than showering and sleeping, she was hardly ever there. She knew it was the life she had chosen, so there were no regrets, but from time to time she would see her neighbors through the window, partying and having a good time, and there was a part of her that longed for a life outside of just being the world’s most powerful superheroine. Maybe some of the others were right – maybe she needed a ‘secret identity’. She had never given it enough thought to even come up with an idea for one.
She walked down the single flight of stairs
[VORE] An unlucky mouseI didn't manage to find a decent title :/[VORE] An unlucky mouse1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: This story contains soft, non-fatal vore.
If this disturbs you, don't read this story.
The Sun was rising, and the air was humid and slightly cold; that night it rained, but that was going to be a nice, sunny day. A little mouse named Nicky carefully went out of his house, a small hole in a huge stone wall. The rodent was cream-colored with blue eyes, which shined at the sunlight. The little creature scampered around through the forest, looking for something to eat. He hadn't been eating anything for a whole day, and his little stomach growled loudly every ten steps he did. There was a brook near his den, but he couldn't fish in it, because of his size. Finally, after two hours, Nicky found some food; there was a berry bush, near a river. He carefully climbed on the bush and grabbed a berry; it was yellow-colored, and very dampish. Nicky threw it away, he knew that kind of berries, they were extrem
Crimson Valkyrie Origin - Part 3Crimson Valkyrie Origin - Part 36 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Crimson Valkyrie Origin
Part 3 - Rebirth and Emergence
"Unnnggh..." Tiffany grimaced and grunted with effort as she slowly pushed up on the large metal bar she held tightly in her hands, sweat trickling down the sides of her face as she closed her eyes and exhaled sharply. The muscles in her arms were starting to burn, her arms quivering as it became harder and harder to push against the incredible weight she was holding up over her head, but she somehow managed to persevere. The bar continued to rise slowly, an inch or so with each passing second, until finally she manage to fully extend her arms over her head. "Strength test completed, safety locks engaging." A computerized voice spoke out and Tiffany heard a loud clicking sound as the bar above her head was locked in place by the massive machine she was sitting in. The slender redhead let out a long sigh and slumped forward a bit, obviously exhausted from her efforts, but slowly a little grin spread over her face as
Efforts - Fuzzy's PastEfforts - Fuzzy's Past1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Efforts - Fuzzy's Past
A creamy cat, about five years of age was busily searching through bushes. She was just beginning her studies in the healing arts. Unfortunately, healing wasn't too popular among her homeland.
The cat picked up some berries and glanced at them carefully, "These are juniper. They were best for coughs? No. Giving strength to the cats or for shortness of breath. Of course. I should know that."
She continued naming the herbs she had picked along with the uses they served. As she was going to name another herb and it's use, her father called her.
"Fuzzy." he mewed as he padded over to his daughter. "Your mother and I have something to tell you. Come here."
Fuzzy listened to her father and followed behind him. She had still lived with her parents, but that didn't bother her. She wasn't much interested in ever getting a mate and
Rewrite My LIfe It all started the day I died.Rewrite My LIfe1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
And that, when you think about it, really starts to get at the whole “life after death” scenario. I really didn’t know what to expect when death came for me, but I really don’t think anything I could have concocted with my wild imagination could even come close to what I experienced that day. My death came at the hands of a deranged, old, and senile man who should not have had his driver’s license or even a car to drive, and yet, by some ridiculous measure, still had both. Granted, ‘death by car accident’ doesn’t sound that heroic, especially to the start of a story like this. Even still, I would like to remind all the scoffers that even great stories have small beginnings, and if I do say so myself, this was a great story.
Before I get into everything that happened after I gave up the ghost, I think it would be best for me to tell you a little bit about myself, just
Lily X Eve, CommutingLily Davis opened her eyes and sat up with a start. She looked around and remembered where she was. Or rather, she remembered where she was supposed to be. Or both.Lily X Eve, Commuting5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was on a train, and she'd slept past her stop. She cursed herself under her breath and moved some of her dark black hair out of her eyes before pushing it all back into the bun that had loosened during her slumber. She pulled off her headphones and clicked the pause button on her phone. She saw that there was a new text from her hypnotherapist, Melody Grace.
"Let me know how it works for you, I've never tried recordings before!" The message read. Eve smiled a bit at the irony of her situation and typed a response.
"It worked a little too well lol. Your eyes weren't as powerful from a screen but it still put me to sleep past my stop." she clicked send and put her phone into her little blue purse. She watched out the window of the train for a sign indicating where she had ended up. The signs were all abbreviated "H.B.L."
Sonic and Tails' Foot FunIt was the start of a beautiful spring morning in Knothole Village. The sun shone bright, the birds were chirping, the flowers were blooming. There was nothing but sunshine, peace and quiet. So it was no surprise that all the Knothole Freedom Fighters and other residents were already up, all except for one.Sonic and Tails' Foot Fun1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tails was still fast asleep in bed. The sun shone brightly through the window right next to his bed, but he didn’t even so much as twitch an eye.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. But still Tails remained fast asleep. Someone called out to him from behind the door. It was Sonic, who let himself in when he didn’t get a response after about five seconds. As soon as he saw Tails still fast asleep in bed, he called out to him again. But the only response he made was a short hum. So Sonic walked right up to the bed, placed a hand on Tails’ shoulder and shook him.
“Wake up, Tails!” he called
Request for ComputerManMik428Request for ComputerManMik4283 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Belson was a regular 15-year old living in Townsville. He liked where he lived, but could sometimes be boring.
One day, Belson was in his bedroom wondering what he could do when he looked out his window and saw the Powerpuff girls flying. His eyes immediately were focused mainly on Blossom.
Belson waved despite Blossom couldn’t see.
Yep. He had developed a crush on the leader of the Powerpuff Girls Z. He loved her long hair, her bow, the way she looked in her Powerpuff Z outfit. He wished he and her could hook up, but thought she wouldn’t love someone like him who wasn’t famous or a hero back.
He went away from the window and went on his computer. When he got to the homepage, he saw an offer too good to be true.
“Be whoever you want to be! Click here to find out how!”
Belson clicked the link and it took him to a site of disguises.
Belson thought, “Could they send me a Blossom costume?”
As he continued browsing, he soon found out how it was done
[TGB] A New WorldNothing could have prepared the former Green-Earth for this day. Day for day, he had struggled, memories of Marianna's death haunting him. Memories of the cats who had failed to protect themselves because he had not trained them well enough. The blue pelted tom was certain he was a good guard. It was why Kokkinos had chosen him to train the cats of Earth Tribe at the side of Taren, who was no longer among the living. He was certain all the flaws he saw in himself were demons that his own brain had created. But recently, he had found that these demons did not only reside in himself, but also in someone who was dear to him, someone who loathed this world as it was. Aoba had been too blind to notice. His own demons had consumed him, and he had found comfort in forgiveness, in foolish affection for cats that shared his youth. A carefree life, it was what he had tried to find as he suppressed the decisions he had to make, as he blanked out the problems the cats around him were going through[TGB] A New World2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
TRD: I'll leaveTRD: I'll leave4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I’ll leave, she tells herself one morning, deciding that she would rather go and see the world than be stuck in this forest on the cusp of caring too much and not caring enough. She would travel, far away from here, so she never again had to look down on the city and think of what she was missing or who was missing her. The sighing of the wind between the branches was nice this time of year, but it held nothing in comparison to the soft murmurs of city life at nighttime behind those stone walls. She would leave, and she would forget, and the world would forget her in turn.
I’ll leave, she told herself late one night, the bitter wind of the last claws of winter trying to slink their way into her den. She could feel Insanis’s back pressed against her as they tried to keep the chill from sticking to the other’s fur. She would go to the desert, or maybe the ocean and she would forget herself in the crashing of the waves and cries of the seagulls. Her c
How I claimed Amy Rose pt. 014How I claimed Amy RoseHow I claimed Amy Rose pt. 0141 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
A narrative through the eyes of Shadow the Hedgehog
I decided to sit down next to Amy and hold her hand. My heart sped up and I can feel my face heating up. I just can't seem to feel anything but good around her. It just seems right to be with her. I'm not sure how or why, but that's how it is right now. As I sat there I could hear Amy breathing. It seemed so soothing to hear that. But then I thought about what Blaze said. About my feelings and how I should discover more about myself in certain ways. I find it rather confusing to be honest. I rarely ever see interactions between people in general. I'm usually fighting or speaking to others about fighting. But ever since I moved into the city, I've been doing less and less. Back when I was awoken, there were many battles to be fought; fighting against that faker, Eggman, Metal Sonic, Mephiles, Solaris, Hell, I was even a
Secrets (TF)Lying on my bed, my long, strawberry-red hair spread out behind my head, I found myself staring into space again. I was trying to think of something new to draw, but I found myself struck with a particularly nasty case of artist’s block. As I tried to find inspiration, I began thinking about how much my life had changed in the past month or so. I glanced over at the art notepad I had bought at an art supplies store, the very thing that had caused all of this. At the time, it just seemed like a simple impulse buy, a way for me to draw when I wasn’t at home. But the night after I bought it, I began to feel… something, like some kind of desire for… freedom. So I ran to the window, looked at the sky, and…Secrets (TF)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Lilly! What are you doing? You have to get ready for school!”
I bolted upright upon hearing my mom’s voice, realizing that I had completely lost track of time. I had woken up early that morning, hoping to get a start on a new drawing. I had
TWG -- Lightwind is REALLY bad with secrets...Lightwind purred, feeling the warm sun shining upon her belly. She wanted to take full advantage of her time alone. As much as she loved Brackenheart, he hadn’t left her side except to sleep for at least a moon and now that he was on patrol she relished her “me time.” The sun was warm, very warm for this time of year, and she loved it. For some reason, now that she was pregnant, she loved the sun even more than she had previously. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her legs up above her head and yawned.TWG -- Lightwind is REALLY bad with secrets...3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Lightwind!” snapped a voice. A bit disappointed, the queen rolled onto her side and glanced around with sleepy eyes. Standing across camp, tail twitching impatiently, Chillstep glared at her. Sighing, Lightwind heaved herself to her feet and crossed over to the deputy.
“Yes, Chillstep?” she asked, forcing a bright smile.
“Look,” the tabby began, “everybody’s out on patrols and we’ve got a ton of new warriors. I ne
Mystery of Pokerus Prevention-Part 1 (Pokemon TFs)It's been months since the initial outbreak of the Pokerus virus. However, it wasn't any normal case of Pokerus, this version was on that humans could contract, and worse; it was lethal. Despite all of this, no case has proven lethal. This is because the virus alters the DNA of the human, turning them into a Pokemon themselves, thus allowing them to live through the infection. The infected are contagious for one week, and must remain outside of a Pokeball in order to heal. After the infection, the transformed human would resemble any other Pokemon, with no trace of being human. Of course, the new Pokemon would usually have their old mind in tact. Many remained with their families, ran off into the wild with their old Pokemon, or found a trainer and joined their team.Mystery of Pokerus Prevention-Part 1 (Pokemon TFs)4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course this brought fear into many souls. Some would lock themselves away from society, while others would happily search for an infected Pokemon to transform themselves. There were two extremes t
A truly immersive game (Ottsel Tess TF TG)A truly immersive game (Ottsel Tess TF TG)A truly immersive game (Ottsel Tess TF TG)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
For a contest held by Vinomath and set in the universe of his Continuity Tester series (http://vinomath.deviantart.com/gallery/52351254/Continuity-Tester)
It had all begun a few months back, a tech giant had started quite a hype train when they announced that they would make the most immersive game platform and games ever made. Even though they fought really hard to make sure the specifics of this supposed new technology remained unheard of until launch, a lawsuit accusing them of industrial espionage quickly convinced everyone that it had to be a serious technological advance compared to current consoles. I hope I don’t need to say the effect was beyond the wildest dreams of the sales department for the popularity that came afterward. Many couldn’t wait for that console to come out. And, has I was to find out, this wasn’t unjustified.
Mission 2 .:. The MazeMission 2 .:. The Maze5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Darios hadn't been able to help it... He just -had- to come along. He was a Wyrm of Fortune, a creature bound as closely to Ether as possible. So if there was a new source of it, he just had to witness it!!
Hiding inside the King's bag in his dragon form, the small wyrm made sure he remained motionless to not alarm the other man. Seirian would never ever take him with him if he knew!
But what was supposed to happen? Seriously... it was an old and dusty labyrinth that hadn't been entered since at least thousand years. And seriously, if Seirian died, due to the Ether link, after not even a year, he'd follow, so really, why was the alpaca even bothering?
He wiggled deeper into the pocket when the King reached inside, getting one of his items, a piece of paper, maybe to mark a path of the labyrinth or something... Carefully peeking out for a second, the wyrm looked around. Seirian was indeed making notes, as usual too perfectionistic, not agreeing with the soldier that was drawing out a ma