OverprotectiveOverprotectiveOverprotective1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sunny and Beckon / Back to School Universe
Getting ready for a first date is always a challenge.
Particularly when your father is a giant.
“You're getting awfully dressed up for a night out with the girls.”
I turned around from the mirror and glanced over at my father with a weary expression. A difficult task considering he was almost fifty feet tall. He filled up the massive doorway with easy and his salt and pepper hair hung clumsily around his eyes. He narrowed his light brown eyes, scrutinizing me from the safety of the doorway. Despite having a room sized for giants, my father always had a thing about entering my room. Clearly, I wasn't on the floor, but since mom had passed, he had been more awkward than ever about close interaction.
“I didn't say I was going with the girls,” I called over, still focusing on my make-up. Just a little mascara, a little tinted lip balm. Nothing fancy. Luke
So Your Son Wants A Pet?(A Fox Serum Story)So Your Son Wants A Pet?1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
As always, Lisa Grant was the first person up in her busy household. Groggily, she arose when the alarm went off and she trudged into the kitchen in her bathrobe. Pulling a paper bag from where she had stashed it in the cabinet, she removed one of the vials it contained and placed it on the counter. Then she replaced the bag back in its hiding place for future use.
Still not quite awake, she took a glass from the cabinet and emptied the vial into it. She poured some juice over the liquid, and was about to drink it when a yell from upstairs stopped her.
“Mom! Where's my bra? I can't find it anywhere! I'm gonna miss my bus!”
Instead of screaming up to her twelfth-grade daughter and waking up her husband and son, she placed down the juice and ran upstairs to find the girl sorting through the mess that was her room. “Tonya,
Overprotective NineOverprotectiveOverprotective Nine2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Monday morning I swore my cursor was taunting me. Ronan had left several messages on my FacePage but I just couldn't bring myself to talk to him.
Are you alright?
Did you talk to your dad?
Did Luke contact you?
Maya. Please don't ignore me.
Please. Talk to me.
I couldn't respond. Hell, I couldn't even look at them come Monday. I barely could walk to school. Garrett was convinced that I was sick, but I think in the back of his mind he knew better. He watched me with a worried expression as I tucked my laptop into my backpack and slung the whole thing over my shoulder.
“Are you sure you're not coming down with something?” he asked me as I finished off my vanilla chai. “I can work from home today if you're not feeling well.”
“Garrett, it's cool,” I said. “I can't miss another day of school. Go to work.”
“You were like a zombie all day yest
Doll rebirthMy grandparents would often tell me when you get old, you start to count the days instead of the years. Being closer to death really changes your perception of time. I never imagined I'd experience that when I'm not even 20 yet, but ever since my diagnosis, that's been my entire life...Doll rebirth3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning Yuka, did you sleep okay?" the nurse said as she brought my breakfast and checked up on my vitals. I only nodded weakly. Talking had gotten straining and I didn't feel like chatting anyway. I could glimpse her face looking sad at seeing me this way.
"Hey," she said putting a hand to my shoulder, "I know this isn't easy to deal with but we will do everything we can to make life comfortable for you. You only have to ask."
I didn't have anything to say. I was dying and she couldn't help that, nobody could.
"Oh yes, you have a visitor scheduled today," she said obviously to try and change the subject.
This got my attention as I turned back around. My
Overprotective TwoOverprotective 2Overprotective Two1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Garrett... are you fracking serious right now? Put me down!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. I struggled to get out of my stupid father's pocket but of course it wasn't happening. Instead, my father led Luke to the family room and pointed out a chair to him.
“Have a seat, son,” he said, motioning and then taking a seat of his own. “You'll have to excuse my daughter—”
“Not a problem,” Luke said. It was obvious that this was awkward. He shifted uncomfortably on the chair and looked around. “You have a nice place Mr. Nicholas.” He chuckled to himself. “Much smaller than a lot of the homes I go to.”
“Come again?” my dad asked, arching a suspicious brow. “You go to a lot of human houses?”
He nodded, shifting again in his chair. “I have a few human friends.”
The Bear Minimum (TF)by grapehyacinthThe Bear Minimum (TF)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
(commissioned by internmatt)
Lara was finally done with humanity. She'd never had much passion for it, but the last month had brought her to the end of her rope. Almost literally.
It was the ultimate string of bad luck – losing both parents in the same month, losing her job because she was late or absent each day (due to her depression), and then there was the cheating husband problem that had escalated right when she had needed him the most.
She wanted to be done with her life, to move on to something else entirely.
She had let out her thoughts to Dr. Fay Burns, a highly-recommended therapist. They talked about her life, her upbringing with ex-hippie parents, and her extreme depression over her recent losses. Instead of the expected talk against suicide, Dr. Burns took a different tack, encouraging Lara to cater to her wants and desires. “You'd like to go back to the lifesty
Overprotective SixOverprotectiveOverprotective Six3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was around six-thirty that I was inwardly cursing myself for being such a girl. Yeah, I talked a good game when it came to Ronan, sending him my 'sass' message about being there at seven without responding and demanding answers... but when it came down to it... I was still nervous as hell. And I swear, I was taking more time figuring out what to wear when it came to just meeting him at the diner, than I did getting ready to go on a date with Luke.
What do you wear when you're going to meet a guy who's almost sixty-foot tall, can make a black t-shirt look like an Armani suit and pierces you soul with near black eyes. Everything about Ronan was so dark and scary save for his voice. I swallowed hard. His voice. It was the one thing about Ronan I just didn't understand. Despite his scary appearance and his amazing biceps, his voice sounded warm. It would wash over me like a chocolate fountain and I wondered what it would
Overprotective FourteenOverprotectiveOverprotective Fourteen1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Everything alright, Mr. Walters?”
“Oh yeah... she's fine. Just fainted in the park.”
“Are you sure? She looks so pale...”
Chuckling rung over my head. “I'm afraid that's just her color.” Another laugh. “Don't worry, she'll come to soon.”
“And you said she fainted in the park?”
“Oh man... the poor thing. Is she not used to seeing giants?”
“She's more used to it than many.”
I blinked several times as the voices continued to talk over my head. I didn't recognize the one at all... but the other one... the male.
“I'll make a fresh batch of coffee for when she wakes up,” the female said again.
“That would be great, Viv. She's probably going to need it.”
The woman giggled. “You're such a gentleman, Mr. Walters.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Luke?&
Overprotective EightOverprotectiveOverprotective Eight3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“How's your burger?”
I frowned and looked up at Ronan. I was still pissed at him. And what me even more pissed is because I didn't really understand why I was so pissed off in the first place! Did I really want him to admit he liked me? No! Of course I didn't. So why was I so angry?
“Are you going to answer me or not?”
“The burger's fine.” I kept my voice curt and simple, hoping he would get the point that I was pissed... no. Not pissed. Not pissed. “It's a little overdone,” I said, frowning.
He lowered his fork. “Really?” he asked, arching a curious brow. “Do you want another one?”
“No,” I said. “It's fine—”
“Hey!” Ronan barked over me, reaching for the nearest waiter. The older woman stumbled towards our table. “Her burger's overcooked.”
Dog Days: Making the Pack 2By grapehyacinthDog Days: Making the Pack 21 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thanks to a commission from internmatt, we have a continuation of
Making the Pack,
with a change to the 'punch' and a new set of women who need some job training!
Dr. Fay Burns sat at her desk, hands crossed in her lap. She was listening to a manager from a top dog food manufacturing company complain about her job problems.
“I took this post over from my father, but I can't seem to get into it. Meanwhile, we're launching the newest, best product yet, and I can't get together with the two department heads. Aggie and Jade are great businesswomen, but that's all they are. I feel like they just want to get the money in. They don't get the product! They don't care about the dogs eating it! Look, I'm thirty-five! I should be able to be able to work with my e
Deep PocketsDeep PocketsDeep Pockets2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey, honey, look at these!”
Gary turned away from the display of vintage postcards he’d been admiring and sought out his wife. A flash of red hair led him in the right direction, and he found her two stalls over. She was holding up what looked like a shallow cloth bag, perhaps three inches across and no more than that deep.
“It’s a bag, Leona. So?”
Leona put her hand into it, and pulled out her purse. It was the sort of purse that you could store phone-books in, and Gary was convinced that it was lead-lined due to the weight. The neck of the bag stretched a little as the purse emerged from it, then snapped back to its original size.
“They’re selling bags of holding? Real ones? How much?”
The cheerful woman behind the table named a price that made Gary hesitate, it was their entire flea-market budget for the whole day. Leona saw that look, and got an impish one of her own.
The Legend of the Killer Red BeansThere is a small legend about a very deadly object that when consumed by man can lead to serious....complications. That legend, is the legend of the Killer Red Beans. Almost nobody escapes its wrath unscathed, however it entices many and delivers its subjects a great deal of its treasure almost all at once to which its subjects cannot handle it...however this is the tale of when a couple girls are unaware of the chaos sprung about from the Killer Red Beans!The Legend of the Killer Red Beans1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cafeteria bell finished its last ding. A blond girl with interesting shades ends up in the cafeteria first as she looks for her friend.
"Leslie?" she calls out hoping her friend would respond. No response amongst the soft cacophony of sounds around the cafeteria. "Leeesli- Oof!"
The sudden sound of a thud softly resounded in the cafeteria.
"Hah!" called a voice from above the tackled Angela, "I finally caught you off guard!"
"Should've known it was you Leslie," Angela sighed as she stood up, brushing the dirt off of her clo
Shrunken in a Movie Theatre RPIt's another simple day at the movie theatre. Everyone is enjoying their time, stuffing their faces in popcorn, going on dates, hanging with friends.Shrunken in a Movie Theatre RP2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
But little does anyone realize someone has been mysteriously been shrunken down to one and 1/2 inches tall passed out under a row of seats. The tiny person has no memory of what happened before to cause them to shrink or how they ended up in the movie theatre. Now the tiny is helpless and needs to find a way to survive. What will the tiny do!?!
Now you have a few choices in how to do this RP
What does the tiny do when they wake up?
A) Try to hide from the giant people watching the movie. Watching them at the side (Voyeur)
B) Try to get someone's attention for help
C) Something falls on top of the tiny as they sneak around the movie theatre floor
- a shoe
- popcorn bag
- candy bag
- a soft drink
- (your own idea)
D) Accidentally falls into a someone's purse
Overprotective SevenOverprotectiveOverprotective Seven3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Your party is already seated,” the human hostess said to me with a smile as she lead me up to a large flight of stairs.
The diner was already so nice because it catered to both human and giant parties, so within a few minutes, I was level with the giant's tables. We were on the second floor so I had to take the elevator there first, but it didn't take too much extra time, and other than being a little pink and winded, I was no worse for the wear.
“There he is,” the hostess said, waving towards Ronan's broad back.
He was facing a wall in the corner. The table screamed intimacy and privacy and I couldn't help but reel back slightly at the thought of sitting at that tiny human table in front of him. I would have no where to run. To where to hide.
“Is the table to your liking?” the hostess tried again. “He requested—”
“The table's fine!” I blurted out,
Meridia's Magic TroubleMeridia's Magic Trouble2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meridia is a young witch, around 16 years of age. She recently passed her witch apprenticeship and is now training all by herself. She lives in a small cottage in a magic forest with magical power. She is peppy, friendly, hardworking and curious and her magic is the kind of magic that manipulates the magic energies in the air by simply thinking about it to full rituals.
One day in the quiet magic forest, there dwells a small cottage where Meridia lives. Today she is practicing some of her magic to become one of the best magician witches.
"Hocus Pocus," Meridia said as she is casting a spell. "Abracadabra!"
She unleashed the magic spell by waving her grasping onto her magic wand and swirled her wrist gently. She then created a small lightning bolt just to be sure she doesn't want her cottage to be destroyed.
"That should do for the lightning magic," she swiped her forehead with her hand as if she was sweating. "What should be my next magic spell?"
Meridia flipped through some pages afte
Froggy for Science(This story contains TF, TG, and Pokemon. If any of those are not to your taste, don't look!)Froggy for Science2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The good Professor Oreon was not a well known researcher by any means. Of course, it helped that he was more of a private researcher, doing his own thing without worrying about other scientists getting in the way or telling him what to do. Some would call him a mad scientist, but he preferred not to interact with those sorts of people.
Regardless of his status in the scientific community, that did not belittle the importance of his work, particularly his current project. One he had worked on on his own... along with his very helpful assistant, of course. Speaking of assistant... "Ah, there you are." he looked up from his tablet and smiled at the Sharpedo staring at him, partially submerged in the lake he had chose as a place to experiment. "How was it? Nothing
Mike X Female!Reader - My LightMike X Female!Reader - My Light1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Told entirely from Mike's point of view. Bold and regular text are two different things, just to clarify, regular is reality, bold is his dream.
Also, Oliver is my own interpretation of Purple Guy.)
Mike X Female!Reader - My Light
Take her by the hand and she follows
I walked hand and hand with her, the most beautiful girl in the world. I led her to where ever we wanted to go. Just the two of us, happy.
It wasn't like this in reality
I never led her by the hand
We were just together
I smiled at the girl of my dreams, most in our highschool would say she wasn't much, but she was to me. Her beautiful hair, oh how it framed her face. It was absolutely beautiful. I loved her, but I don't know if she feels the same. But for now, we were friends.
I was satisfied with what we had
...Even if I forget she was still with me, better than complications
I looked around, holding her hand. She happily talked to me as we walked. I smiled as I listened to her.
Overprotective FiveOverprotectiveOverprotective Five3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pulled up my computer after a few minutes of silence, figuring that Garrett was actually going to leave me alone for a little while. I looked on my FacePage and realized I had a few messages. I tilted my head. It was about damn time Luke tried to explain himself after the whole debacle yesterday, except...
None of the messages were from him.
One of them was from Isabelle, asking how my date with Luke went. Another was from a gossipy girl who I had two classes with. She was a human and was always too nosy about human / giant relationships. I hit 'ignore' for her message and scrolled down to the last one. I didn't recognize the name.
I'm sorry. I lied.
My brow furrowed. What the hell? I narrowed my eyes and tried to figure out who would send such a cryptic message, and I frowned when it became all too clear who the liar was.
Ugh. Could he be any tackier? I frowned and was about
Ocean Bound (Mass-TF) (100th deviation!)"Brace positions!"Ocean Bound (Mass-TF) (100th deviation!)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had never expected to be in a plane emergency landing. I had always thought I was lucky, but this is where my luck had ended. The plane hit the water with a thud, my head pressing up against the seat in front of me. I unbuckled and flew out of my seat. People were already working together to get the lifeboats out.
There were already civilians at the emergency exit, inflating the slides to use as a raft. I took a life vest and helped get the emergency raft out. Once it was down and on the water, multiple people piled in. The raft was pushed away from the plane.
An hour passed before everyone was a bit more comfortable and passed the shock of the crash. Someone spoke up.
"Uh... Hey, everyone." He said. Everyone turned to see him. He had blonde hair and a slightly pale skin tone.
"Hey.." A different person replied. I decided to speak out.
"Hey, I don't know any of your names..." I said, slightly mocking them.
"Well, my name's Joshua." The other person replied.
The Dragon SlayerThe Dragon Slayer3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“King Pharlas is the greatest scourge of our age. His insidious acts and tenacious wartime tactics have more than earned him the seat of his people three times over. He hungers for greater conquests and has set his sights upon Amas. Dimahth’s voice sings in his head, corrupting his mind and subduing his soul to do his bidding. Gods be with all the brave of Amas, for this is not a man that will be defeated so easily.” – Ryn’ver’ayf describing the Ghovian King
The dragonelle foolishly believed herself safe, secluded and protected from the harshness of the Ghovian wasteland. She ignorantly rested in the abandoned mines of the once great Elven Dominion, hoping that the shroud of darkness would shield her activities from the prying eyes of those who would wish her ill will. Now, her blood was staining the ancient tunnels in glistening waves, pouring freely from the open gates of her rended flesh.
About her, four Ghovians mercilessly laid
Overprotective TenOverprotectiveOverprotective Ten2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wasn't going to wait for him to ask twice. At the warm sound of Ronan's voice I quickly scrambled away between those two massive black sneakers and sought out the wall. Luke watched me for a moment as Ronan lugged him to his feet, his normally cool and confident eyes wide with surprise. The blond ran up next to them.
“Let him go,” he said.
“Don't think you can do your charm shit on me, Evans,” Ronan growled. “Back up.”
“Oh come on,” Evans said. “Let's be reasonable about this. She's just a human—”
“I said back the hell up!” Ronan said. His voice rose to a shout and I pressed my back up against the cool wall of the school building. I had always been okay around giants in general, but seeing Ronan so angry and knowing the power this Evans giant had over me, it was the first time in a while that I was a little scared.
A Rekindled Union: An Austro-Hungarian Valentine'sA Rekindled Union: An Austro-Hungarian Valentine's3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Rekindled Union: A Valentine's Day Tale Told Through an Austrian and Hungarian's Eyes.
Budapest, Republic of Hungary. 1990.
It was a particularly cold February morning, Roderich Edelstein mused as he walked along the Danube, right in the very heart of the Magyar capital. Across the ancient river, Castle Hill still stood proudly if worn down by time. A reminder of a more distant, noble age. The sight of a pile of rubble that may once have resembled Vladimir Lenin and a few partially torn Soviet slogans however snapped him back to the present.
“At least that fit of foolishness is ending,” the embodiment of Austria mumbled under his breath with a very faint hint of melancholy at the scene. Not so long ago, the thought that the Iron Curtain’s days were numbered or that the Berlin Wall would be torn down so soon seemed more like possibility than reality. Hopefully Ivan drops that Communist nonsense too, the neutral Nation added quietly, wrapping his
A new friend,Brennan the dragon vore“Brennan" Written by Alex K.A new friend,Brennan the dragon vore1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The snowy mountain air bit hard at my exposed skin,ice flakes flurrying all around.
I needed to find shelter or else this intense cold would end me.
For hours it felt I walked tracing the rocky surface for any sign of an opening.
Soon the elements took the best of my body and spirit and I collapsed into the bitter snow.
When I awoke I was surrounded by darkness,warm and laying on a soft fabric of some sort.
"Hello,who's there?"I called my voice echoing all around me.
..Just then I felt a gush of hot air and something heavy landed on my chest.
A smoothe,deep male voice spoke loudly shaking the walls.
"I see you are awake little human,why were you wondering around my mountain"
Horrified by a response I sacredly answered back
"I was hoping to seek refuge in one of these caves. I meant no harm honest" A flame appeared and lanterns were lit I could now see what I was
Enchanting ClothingThe old Enchanting Clothing store on 4th street, Max must have passed by it hundreds of times as he'd walk to work and back each day. He never did take much notice of it before but maybe it was inevitable that he finally would.Enchanting Clothing1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So a few more years and I should have enough to...huh..." he said chatting with a co-worker walking alongside him when he suddenly came to a stop in front of the store.
"What's wrong?" his friend asked.
"I could swear I saw that mannequin's eyes follow me..." he said indicating the female mannequin standing in the shop window, wearing a flowing blue dress. Her face was painted with colorful makekup and her long red hair lit up the display as she gazed out the window at passerbys.
"Oh, you let those stories about this place being haunted get to you!" Max's friend teased, "It's just an optical illusion they do when they paint eyes these. Yeah, it's kinda eerie but nothing to worry about. Come on, you need some coffee."
He pulled Max along