Tooninot Season Two Episode ThreeJack awoke early the next morning, yawning as he headed downstairs. He stepped into the kitchen, opening the fridge. He sighed and slammed it shut, filling a glass of water for himself.Tooninot Season Two Episode Three1 minute ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Lad, ye best be gettin’ aside,” a gruff voice said. Jack took a sip then looked over, spitting it out.
“Jingl!?! What the hell? Why are you wearing a French maid’s dress!?!”
“Ye be after knowin’ what’s best fer cleanin’, lad? The stockin’s support me bad knee so well, and ye be after bein’ surprised at what all these pockets be holdin’.” The dwarf rummaged around in the dress’s pockets and pulled out a cleaning sponge and a small bottle of fluid. “Somethin’ I looked at in a catalog fer a bit o’ fun with wenches one night and remembered I still ’ad it wit’ me. It be no wonder th’ ladies be wearin’ it in me position.”
Jack sighed and shook his head with a groan, coveri
Pariahs of the Domain - Charaka and Niels RPtbwPariahs of the Domain - Charaka and Niels RP7 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the Love of a Sea Lion Don lay on the beach, the midday sun warming his blubbery belly. He swatted away a fly with one of his flippers. This was the life. He was one in a long line of sea lions laying on the glistening sand, and for once, he was accepted as one of the group. Not that there were many social events when one was a sea lion, but life was so comforting, and he had never felt so safe or content as he did now.For the Love of a Sea Lion32 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
A seagull landed beside him and he eyed it lazily.
Instead of pecking around the sand for food, however, it merely gazed right back at him. “You're not a sea lion!” it suddenly cried.
Surprised, he turned towards it. He couldn't speak, but he lifted up a flipper in a “what are you talking about” gesture.
“Talk to me in your head. I can hear you!” the bird demanded.
Why would you say I'm not? he responded angrily. In annoyance, he turned away and rolled over onto his belly. I am too a sea lion!
“Uh, I wouldn't be having a conv
Preparation for War?Featuring Aurora and EleonoraPreparation for War?55 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winter, Year 760 of the New Age
Windborne, Gumtree Hollow
Eli raised her head. She looked around the meadow and sniffed. She went to this placed to train. She usually came here. The war was nearly over and she wanted to practise her magic. She trained as much as possible in her free time. She noticed the strange atmosphere of the war. She hated it.
Eli heard a rustle and turned around. A golden fur flashed through between the bushes.
A few days ago Ruan had told her, that another doe wanted to train some magic, and as Aura was aiming to become a stormbringer one day and always wanted to get better with her magic, she had happily agreed. So she walked to a small clearing near Gumtree Hollow to meet the other doe and give her some advice regarding the Wind magic.
When she reached her destination, Aura saw the other fawnling.
“Hey there, are you Eleonora? Ru told me you wanted to practice magic?”, she gr
How a Young Woman GrievesShe wrapped her arms around herself, walking back and forth in front of the grave. An hour had passed since she arrived, and she hadn’t uttered a single word. She had merrily been pacing, locking her gaze at the grave occasionally. “How could you…” her voice shook gently as she spoke, and a frown creased her brows as she finally stopped, facing the engraved name on the tombstone. “You abandoned me… and now you’re dead. What kind of a dad are you?!” She paused when she could hear herself raise her voice out of pure frustration, anger. Fisting her hands by her sides, she continued: “How could you do something like that?” the demoness drew a shaky breath, “I thought you cared for me and Blaise, that you bloody loved us, like we loved you! But now… you’re just… you’re just gone… and you didn’t even-” her voice broke off, and she looked towards the sky, taking in a deep breath as sheHow a Young Woman Grieves58 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
KH: the Lost Masters, ch. 6“Quick, give me your other hand!”KH: the Lost Masters, ch. 61 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking desperately at her brother, Mizuki tried to move her other arm but the vortex was becoming stronger and she was barely able to hold on as it is. “I can’t! The wind’s too strong!”
“Hurry, I’m slipping!” Just as he finished that sentence, Mizuki’s hand slipped out of Sho’s grip and she was sucked into the vortex screaming. The last remnant of Destiny Islands she saw was her little brother clinging to the broken dock, watching her as she was pulled away from him.
Tears brimming at the edges of her eyes, the raven-haired girl silently wondered if this was the end… before someone grabbed her wrist, hopefully pulling her to safety.
Mizuki jolted awake from her dream to find herself in a large and rather comfortable bed. Looking around, she realized she was in a large bedroom with few furnishings apart from the bed, a dresser with a mirror, a
Field combat training part 2The rattle of a rusty latch echoed throw the darkness, as Mike woke up like he was lost in a dream and the felling of strong pain rushing through his head and bring him to reality.Field combat training part 22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“ God my head, shit …. “
He try to move his hand but it was impossible, something kept him tied up and he could feel metal pierced into his skin.
“ What happened ? “
Cold drops drip for the ceiling right into his face as he looked around, he notice the air had the faint smell of oil and smoke.
„ Where am ….. „
When he tried to speak he was abruptly interrupted when a door behind him was pulled open and a bulky man with a long beard step behind him.
„ Move … „
He said in a rough voice, but before Mike could do a single move he was harsh pulled onto his feets and the man looked deep into his face. He had a long scare on the right side of his head and his eyes where thin as paper as he looked into Mikes Face.
„ Could you tell me what
UnvollendetEr saß noch immer am selben Fleck. Vor ihm verglühten die letzten Kohlen im Feuer, neben ihm döste der kleine Drache mit den zitronengelben Hasenohren. Seit Jahren warteten sie darauf, dass es weiterging. Aber die Götter spielten ihnen übel mit. Für immer in einer Art Zeitschleife gefangen, dachte er darüber nach, was bisher alles geschehen war. Seine Geschichte hatte mit Überraschungen und Abenteuer begonnen.Unvollendet3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nie hätte er sich erträumt, einmal aus dem tristen Alltag gerissen zu werden und mit einem Drachen zusammen durch die singenden Wälder zu ziehen. Den Sumpf der verlorenen Worte hatten sie durchwatet und das seltenste aller Zauberwesen gesehen. Es schien alles nach Plan zu geschehen, dem großen Plan der Götter.
Sie hatten doch die Geschichte der Lebenden aufgeschrieben, vor langer Zeit, noch bevor sie die Berge aus dem Meer gezogen hatten und mit ihnen das Land. Tatio hatte immer darauf vertraut, dass auch seine Gesc
EL BOSQUE A MUERTO.PRÓLOGO.EL BOSQUE A MUERTO.4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cuando la noche se cierne sobre el bosque y los hombres caen en silencios tan profundos como la vida, el tiempo se muere a cada paso que se da en este misterioso mundo de hojas otoñales y luz marchita.
Mientras la magia fluya en los arroyos, mientras se escuche el trino de los pájaros y el tiempo corra en cada estación, el bosque resurgirá de los abismos.
Comencemos esta historia en un triste páramo desierto, cubierto de barro y arenas movedizas, allí donde parecía imposible la vida, surge una triste ramita, no más diferente que el resto de ramas de aquel desierto. Contra todo pronostico, nuestra rama crece y con el paso del tiempo, de los años y estaciones, nuestra rama es árbol y con ella nace el Bosque. Un bosque como jamás se ha visto, allí en lo alto de las rama, las dulces hojas nacían en primavera, hacían sombra en verano, cubrían como una espesa alfombra el suelo en otoño y finalmente
New Dawn: Chapter 5: Fazbear Fun! I could feel it-the warmth returning to my son's heart-he began to talk to his new older brother, but he still avoided Gabby. I was so relieved that he finally started to open up more but as the days passed, Luke and I grew closer and closer. He had asked me to sing him to sleep at night, and some nights-when he was scared or had a nightmare-he would climb into bed with me, he would lay his head on either my chest or my stomach. Quite a few of the nightmares he had involved us being separated in someway or he had watched me die. I would always comfort him and say "It's ok little pup, mommy's got you." But the last nightmare he had was one that worried me deeply. He said that I had beaten him and abandoned him on the north mountain to die, he spoke with so much detail for a five year old wolf-boy, as usual I told him that I would never dream of hurting or abandoning him. He climbed into my bed and curled up next to me, his head resting on my stomach.New Dawn: Chapter 5: Fazbear Fun!4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
my first fanfiction: princess tutu's friendchapter 1: an unexpected meetingmy first fanfiction: princess tutu's friend5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
on a bright and sunny day, ahiru was talking with her friend rue about a dream she had the night before. ahiru began and said, "so, uh, rue. I had a weird dream about another girl that was good friends with princess tutu. see, she kinda looked like fakir. cant you see, rue? I'm starting to freak out right now." rue said, "well, ahiru, it might not have been a dream. it could've been real, that's what I see." ahiru said, "I'm not trying to be funny here, rue. this is serious. I just don't know what to do." fakir then came in and said, "you can always talk to me. I can help out." rue said to fakir, "thanks for coming here, fakir. I really appreciate it." fakir responded, "no problem." ahiru then told fakir about the dream she had last night, "ok fakir. this dream I had started off innocent enough, just princess tutu dancing alone in the forest enjoying herself. but then this girl came along, and she looked just like you fakir. then it got crazy and..." fa
Letters from the Golden City (LBTP-ish.)Feast your eyes, because the 5th-ish part of "Life before the pirates" is here! As with the others, this can be read as a seperate story or in order with the others. I'm sayin "-ish", because there's also a letter from after Claire joined the pirates.Letters from the Golden City (LBTP-ish.)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Letters from the Golden City.
January 24th - 2208.
I really don't know how to start this... how long has it been since I last wrote you? 10-20 years? Not that it matters much, I think... we still see each other pretty regularly... or, we did, at least, before you went into hibernation.
I wonder, when you get this, for how long have you been awake? Or are you still sleeping? I'll probably won't know until after a long time after this is sent, because you never told me where you went to sleep, so I guess asking right now is futile. Either way, I hope you are well when you wake up.
I'm doing fine, if you're curious. I've been travelling the world with Castoria, Polly and our troupe for the p
Energized SeawaterContest Prize for VulpineKeybladerEnergized Seawater5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lanturn Caverns; a network of coastal caves and underwater tunnels recently discovered beneath the Hoenn region, named for the specific Pokemon that lived in abundance there. After it's uncovering, it became a popular place for tourists and Pokemon Trainers thanks to the glowing, multicolored crystals throughout. Some scientists speculate that Chargestone Cave of Unova was once a part of this place, but that is only conjecture.
Entering this vast web of tunnels was an aspiring Pokemon Trainer by the name of Alex. With his multiregional Pokemon team, he already had four badges under his belt. He went into the tunnels with two goals: to train his team and catch a Lanturn.
"Wow..." Alex looked at the glowing crystals. "They're pretty, right Nutella?"
"Draa, draa!" The Goodra responded happily.
Alex sat down near a stream, and took out his Good Rod. "Wish me luck!" He cast his line in.
After several grueling minutes of waiting, a sequence of vivid
TftW: The Were-WalkenTftW: The Were-WalkenTftW: The Were-Walken5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nathan's alter ego Chris was one that he had developed OL with his close friend Jon, the premise of the RP that started this was his normal character would be hypnotized and transformed into this 'Walkeny' alter-ego of his. He would often write stories about becoming this wonderful Walkeny persona and hypnotizing others.
And the more he wrote about them, the more entranced he became by the idea and by the process his character went through to become Chris. His icon was Walken themed, on the forums - people now mistook him for the real Walken and it was an experience he enjoyed and slowly but gradually grew addicted to.
So much so that the Walken persona became interjected with his own posts on both Deviantart and Tumblr, the Walken persona had slowly but surely been developing in his dreams as well - in the dreams he would either be l
The Golden CityThe sun shone down on a village lost somewhere in the desert. A hot breeze whirled up the sand and pushed tumbleweed over the dusty road. but in all honesty, calling it a road was almost too much of a compliment for it. It was far away from being paved, it simply was a part of the ground which was trodden in. It lead to the horizon in a straight line, went through the village and extended to the horizon again without a single curve.The Golden City8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the road travelled a horse with a man on its back. He was wearing a poncho and a worn down hat protected him against the blazing sun. He slouched and the movements of the animal below him were weary. Slowly they entered the village and trudged towards the inn. It was a miracle who could be optimistic enough to open an inn at this forlorn place of the earth. in front of the door was a water trough and a loose board protected the precious liquid from sun and sand. The rider dismounted and pushed the board aside to create a small gap. Greedily the horse beg
Enough - 100 PromptsShe had gone too far. She had set the elf on fire, burned him alive, just by glaring at him. Sure, he had been an asshole, but he didn’t deserve that. Nobody did. His fire had set his tree on fire, and soon enough, they had elven arrows flying at them from the treetops, as they surely had their shamans rushing to put out the flame before it got out of control.Enough - 100 Prompts9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Welyn had deflected arrows with his buckler, one screaming past his cheek, leaving a long, thin cut. Caeden took one to his left shoulder as they were fleeing, but thank the Goddess he didn’t lose much speed and they were able to get away.
They were down by a brook, Caeden sitting on a rock, Ava in front of him, tentatively using her magic to heal his wound, Welyn standing by, trying to help however he could. Raewyn paced impatiently, angrily, over by the brook. Caeden glared at her, which she either didn’t notice or didn’t care about.
Finally, they bandaged Caeden and put his arm in a sling.
The witch caretaker episode 0: Introduction.((Just a note from the person who created this: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY!!! FINALLY! If you checked my status, yes, this story is based on Defense Witches. Oh yeah, I don’t live in Japan and my last name isn’t Saki. I wish it was though. DAW WELL. This chapter is short because frankly, I don't know how to start stories. GREAT.))The witch caretaker episode 0: Introduction.9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey. My name is Clara Saki and I live somewhere in Japan. Not telling you. There’s a thing called privacy.
I sort of live a normal life. You know, I go to school, I take classes which have a butt ton of homework left afterwards. I don’t really get along with popular people either. I have a mother, but I don't have a father. He died in a car crash. I was only 3, so I don't remember him well.
There’s only one thing that isn’t normal. I don’t really know how to say this without you laughing in my face. But screw it, I’ll just say it normally. I am friends with witches.
And before you freak out, it
Sofiel's Hearts DesireSofiel slowly made her way through the temple. Tears still rolling down her cheeks, as she walked leaning against Bariel. He’d continued to rub her shoulder softly, telling her not to worry. Though the darkness that had taken over her, that filled her, that she had become lost in, still lingered in her mind. It made her feel weak, as if she had no control over herself.Sofiel's Hearts Desire10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was ashamed of herself, letting herself be taken over like that. Letting herself forget who she really is.
While everything had lifted and dark night had faded, it still was effecting her deeply. She knew the other Angels needed her and she knew she had to be strong for them. She only wished she could believe that she had the strength in her to be stronger and be more like the others. To be able to overcome the battle they have to face.
As they made they way towards the Tree of Life, she could hear others gathered around. Feeling Bariel stop and almost stiffen some, she looked up. She could see darkness lingeri
Drualt and the Quest for Birthday FunDrualt and the Quest for Birthday FunDrualt and the Quest for Birthday Fun11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a normal day in the kingdom of Langal (in terms of weather, at least, because shit was about to go down), when suddenly Drualt, Crown Prince of Battalia, burst through one of the Empress' prized stained glass windows on the back of a Kia-sized dragon.
"Who's ready to party, losers?!" He crowed, his golden, cheese-reminiscent crown sitting atop his head at a dangerously jaunty angle, seemingly in danger of either clattering to the marble floor or into the waiting hands of the waiting Empress. The Empress was beautiful, even if her features were not being exaggerated by this tale, and went by the name of Gwendolynne Staplesbane. She was of slightly-taller-than average height, and fair of hair, complexion, and occasional temperament, when the need suited her. Her eyes were glorious, the colour of bark and rich leather, with a certain quality that alluded to magic and wit. Which is convenient, as magic and wit were things she possessed tenfold.
The Angels Thesis: Act 13, Ch 3:Act 13, Chapter 3:The Angels Thesis: Act 13, Ch 3:11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
All eyes were on Cleo, as he looked down towards the floor, trying to find the right words to say. “That day started off like any other. You and your sister were outside, following in your Parent’s footsteps, with Daniel trying to be the great martial artist like his Father, and Desiree trying to be like her Mother, learning how to fence, and the best way to use a rapier like she did.” Cleo started. “I remember that much. Desi used to get mad that she couldn’t get the movies Dad or I used to do, so Mom started teaching her how to fight the way she did.” Daniel said, and looked at his sister. “I remember that now. I remember how I used to love the way her hair sparkled in the sun.” Desiree said, and Daniel put a hand on her shoulder.
“Tanner, Akira and their parents had just moved in next door. It didn’t take long for you kids to become friends, but the adults knew something wasn’t right. It was a short
Andromeda's FateA huge mountain range sitting on a plateau gleamed in the light of the stars. Many pathways connected the mountains, with holes the sizes of houses and buildings carved into the sides of them. A gleaming diamond building stood on a platform, light coming from within. Huge windows of stained glass replaced the walls. Although it was empty, you could still feel the life it once held inside. The streets were empty. Not a single sound could be heard. Roads suspended in the air connected the mountains to cliffs, the cliffs to mesas. They stretched as far as the eye could see.Andromeda's Fate11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mountains separated the far north from the north, a boundary none dared to cross. On either side, there were civilizations. One was gone with the wind, and one flourished. The far north was too dangerous for most humans to endure, so they moved south, and the kingdom of Izots was formed. They had claimed to be the first kingdom in Fengari. The region north of the mountains, however, held life at one point in time.