Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
Love is WarLove is War3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La journée s'était envolée aussi rapidement qu'un oiseau effrayé, plongée en pleine effervescence et joyeux préparatifs. Les bonnes nouvelles du front avaient redonnées du coeur à la population. L'envie de s'occuper des préparatifs du rituel d'été ressurgissait, maintenant que Lliane était de retour au palais. Nombres de soldats profitaient d'un peu de repos pour jouer les héros et se trouver une amie d'un soir, avant que bientôt les hostilités ne reprennent, et que les hommes se battant encore sur le front Est ne reviennent pour se faire remplacer. Pour ceux qui reviendraient.
Calé contre le dossier de son siège, Will jouait avec son verre depuis un moment. Il regardait les allées et venues, les serveuses de l'établissement perchées sur des escabeaux pour accrocher fleurs et lampions, se faisant chahuter au passage par les clients et les soldats dans une bonne ambiance décomplex
If Wishes Were HorsesIf Wishes Were Horses3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Candice handed over the cash for the cotton candy and started munching on it.
Her friend, Tamara, gave her an undisguised look of disgust as they strolled through the carnival grounds.
"What?" Candice asked, her voice partially muffled with a mouthful of cotton candy.
"I thought you were trying to lose weight." Tamara told her.
"Look at me. I've lived off carrot sticks for years and I still look like a beached whale. So forget dieting. If I am going to be fat, I might as well enjoy it."
Tamara emitted a disgusted sigh.
"What?" Candice prodded. "Like you're a poster child for perseverance. You're not goint to college just because you didn't get into Harvard."
"That's different." Tamara protested. "I've always been the best at school. I can't take settling for second place. If I can't get into Harvard, what's the point?"
"That's just what I'm saying. If I can't have the body I want, then what's the point? Man, like w
Dear DoctorDear DoctorDear Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
Hannibal didnt invite me to dinner
Im not Divergent
Dwarfs didnt show up for an unexpected journey
I didn't get trapped in Storybrooke
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something exciting to happen in my life
Hope to see you soon
Prussia x Tsudere!Reader: The Persistent Prussia!Prussia x Tsudere!Reader: The Persistent Prussia!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING!!! Language and Awesomeness~
"Holy sheisse, who's that!" Gilbert suddenly exclaimed.
His two best friends, Francis and Antonio, turned their heads to see you, a girl with (hair color/length) hair and large (eye color) eyes. None had ever seen you before, and they all assumed you were new. "I zink I will go talk to 'er~" Francis giggled, making his way towards you.
"I don't think so, amigo." Antonio laughed, pulling Francis back by his coat. "She will appreciate pasion more than amor, verdad?"
While the two fought over who would talk to you first, Gilbert took advantage of the situation and made his way towards you. "Hey," he said, trying not to shake his voice.
You looked up at him. He was a tall and handsome man, with brilliant red eyes and striking white hair. He looked... half-decent, to say the least. His shirt was not tucked in, and that jacket was breaking school code. You
BrokenIt was over, the war was over and he had lost. He gazed accusingly to his brother with his only eye, the other recovering under the heavy bandages that embraced his skull. His body was sore, riddled with scarring wounds and ugly bruises. He had absolutely nothing, his home was burned to the ground, his legacy a scorned footnote on history, his people without a future, and it was his fault! His ruby colored eye hardened as a shield to hide his feelings of pain, betrayal, and hatred. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain of being beaten within an inch of his life, or the fact that his own brother had done this to him. He looked back to the other four who were entering as judges and jury to their crimes. The two of them stood in the center of a large room; a semicircle of a table was before them with each of the victors sitting in a seat. America and Russia sat side by side in the middle while France was to the Right of the Eastern European Country, and England sat to the right of his fBroken4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lithuania X Injured!ReaderLithuania X Injured!Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was going to be a good day! You were driving over to Russia's house to visit Lithuania. He had been your best friend for ages. Him, you and Poland were a dynamic trio. Poland loved taking you shopping and dressing you up, meanwhile, Lithuania would carry the bags. Poland also knew your deepest secret…you had a crush on Lithuania.
You pulled up to Russia's huge manor and parked the car. You opened the door to get out, but you didn't see where your hand was. That's right, you slammed the door on your hand and fingers.
"OWWW!!!" you hollered in pain and pried the door open to retrieve your injured hand.
You examined your injuries. Several fingers were swollen, bloody and throbbing in pain. A few nails on certain fingers were cracked and purple. Your hand's palm had a painful red mark across it where it had met your door.
You tightly clutched your bloody hand and knocked on the door with your good hand.
"Hi (y/n), WHAT HAPPENED!!??" Latvia looked down and saw your hand.
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one.
"You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites."
Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're there?"
Mrs Casket stopped in her tracks and raised the lantern. Her hair was pinned back and greying at the temples. In the dull light her eyes looked almost black, glittering like a beetle's shell. Viola half-expected them to scuttle around her face at any moment, disappearing between the creases of her skin.
"You doubt yourself, my girl," Mrs Caske
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stephano. . .
I took in the flames on the wick of the candle as it danced graciously in the surrounding darkness, it giving out the only illuminating glow.
I couldn't resume my dormancy.
What had caused me to break so easily? I had dishonored myself, made myself look like a fool.
I was frail.
But. . . I couldn't shake away the feelings I've had for PewDie. It was wrong, the kiss we shared earlier, but I enjoyed it. I loved the warm feel of his lips against my cool, metallic, golden ones. I craved the feel of his touch, how he held me so carefully. . . so close.
I just. . .
The rustling sound of dead leaves pulled me away from my thoughts, the soft breeze that caressed me sent goosebumps trailing along my skin, causing me to shiver. As I rubbed my arms, hoping for some warmth to reach them once more, my gaze wondered as I watched a form sit upwards, rubbing their head as if they had just slammed it into the cracked stone floor beneath them.
Curious as to see w
Grimmjow x reader- OneshotYesh....A bleach reader insert. enjoy~ ...Grimmjow x reader- Oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a oneshot. There is no part 2
"___________, GIVE IT BACK!" a blue haired guy roared, chasing a certain someone down the halls in Las Noches.
" No way! You gotta catch me if you want it back!" She laughed running away from him, knowing he'll never catch up with her speed.
Meet ____________. She doesn't have a rank. Aizen said she was too powerful for a rank. So he made her his sucsessor instead. Her hair was (length) and (colour) with an abnormally hint of (another colour) streaks in it. She's always fooling around with Grimmjow, no matter how pissed off he can get. It's always something new everyday. Last week, Grimmjow woke up with marker markings all over his face. Two days ago, she dyed part of his hair pink. And today, you wouldn't believe it, she ripped his pants right off him and he was l
ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
The Monster of Orange JoylingThe Monster of Orange Joyling4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The children had never seen a monster before.
They'd heard the stories, of course. It was impossible to live in the City of Always Nightfall without having huge, cavernous dreams about the bone-pile it digs its roots into. It was a very big and bloody bone-pile, the one crunching underneath Singing City.
There was Glum Rradung, the bulge-eyed sewer-midget who slithered out of water-closets and gulped down children wandering about in the dark. There was Ingalin, the hungrymind which spontaneously formed out of clutter and garbage. There was the Very Practical Man, whose face was just an enormous nose and an even bigger grin, a demon who, they say, could smell out loneliness and loved to torment the heartbroken and the near-suicides.
And there was the Dark Lord in his pyramid, high up in the inner city where no Squatschild could ever go. The climbing, black stain of Tower Myth and Mastery was a brooding reminder that it was a monster who ruled them all.
Singing City's slum-brats had no l
My SaraIf anyone survives the world's ending, I only want them to hear the truth. I know, if there is any history after this is over, she will not be remembered fondly. I cannot blame them. They didn't know her as I did.My Sara4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment we entered the world, we were engaged, tied to one another body and soul. We grew up together on the castle grounds, exploring, laughing, getting into trouble, just as all children do. My Sara had an all-consuming love of science, and of discovering the inner machinery of the world. She would take me through the castle courtyard, and show me the delicate spider-webs covered with dew, and the lacey wings she had plucked from a great fat bumblebee. Finches would build nests in the trees, and my Sara would carefully break open their eggs to examine the stages of the chicks' development. Many people would be pained to destroy innocent life for something as apparently trivial as knowledge for its own sake, but not my Sara. She looked beyond a single, pitiful life in sea
Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This man had the most mesmerizing eyes you had ever seen. They were like fiery rubies, burning through your soul. He spoke in a soft tone, despite the harsh German accent. "Are you alright?" You looked up into his eyes, still captivated by them. He smiled softly and picked up your tiny body. "Zehre's von right here!" he shouted.
A group of soldiers crowded around you. You clung to the man's slender, milky white neck. "She doesn't look any older zahn ten," one of the soldiers reported after inspecting you a bit.
"Gut. Zehn I shall take her to zee camp," the man stated. "She can't shtay here like zihs." You watched as the soldiers stood firm and held their arms out in unison before turning and leaving to investigate the crumbling, war-abused city. "Vaht is your name, Kind?" he asked as he carried you back to camp.
"__-__________," you answered.
"Zaht is a Gut name, __________," he smiled. "You can call me Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt."
You smiled up at him. There was something almost too
TurkeyXReader- From The HeartYou were sitting on the park bench, staring at the note you wrote for Sadik. Sighing, you stuck the note in your book and began to read, or at least tried to. You wished you could give the note to him, but you were far to embarrassed. What if he didn't like you back? You continued to stare at the pages of your book.TurkeyXReader- From The Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey! _____!" A familiar voice broke you from your thoughts. You looked up and smiled at Sadik.
"Hello Sadik," You said to him. He was wearing his mask as usually and that cloak he hardly every took off.
"Haha. What are you doing?" he asked.
"Reading," you replied as you closed your book. "What brings you here?"
"Oh I was checking the sights and I happen to run into you," he replied as he sat beside you. "What book are you reading?"
"Oh, I'm reading (insert favorite book title here)."
"Sounds cool. May I see it?"
"Sure," you said, handing the book to him. He flipped through the pages and the note you wrote to him fell out.
"What's this?" he asked as he picked it up. "Oh...?
Reunion english translationReunion english translation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Total sleep in the last 3 months:
- 5 hours!
Once again, a well done job!
A little word from the author:
So, it has been almost 3 months since I have given in to one of my favorite hobbies: role playing on messenger. I became enamored of role playing several years ago and developed two of the characters you see here, Faust and Cendre.
During an innocent discussion with Amaltheren, a friend of mine, we started playing a couple of scenarios involving Cendre and Morquendi, her character. Role playing is like smoking. Even if you stop, you always go back to it.
I enjoy role playing a lot because it gives me a little escape from the grayish taste of daily life.
It also enables me to keep a permanent link with my characters, to create new ones and to give them a 'real' life without having to draw a comic.
I like the interactions created when role playing, and when the characters interact well that is all the inspiration I need to take a pen and start drawing non-stop.
This Is Why We Can't Be In LoveThe day we first met, she was naked. The empty gallery had turned the A/C off and she said, "it's hot, too hot for clothes," and she stripped down to skin. She was pink and raw from sunburn, shiny plasma peeking out of translucent cracks in her epidermis.This Is Why We Can't Be In Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How many times have you done this today?" I asked her. "Also, hello."
I know I flushed pinker than her, fully clothed in my capris and navy fingerless gloves even though it was already July-- burning for her, because she didn't seem to notice her own skin.
She smiled, asked, "Am I beautiful?"
"I don't even know you."
"Okay," she said.
"I have to go," I said.
* * *
She was still naked, our second encounter. I was eating a blizzard in the Dairy Queen and she was sitting at the counter with the tall stools. I tried to avert my eyes, to focus on whatever was outside the window in the parking lot, but she caught my gaze in hers and trapped me. As I watched her, she grinned and twirled, bare feet on the linoleum floor,
Alois X Reader: Request 1Alois X Reader: Request 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walked to the front of the old mansion, very unsure on how exactly this visit would turn out. Alois Trancy... Your father's business partner's son. He had reappeared out of nowhere, along with a strange butler. There were some skeptics that whispered about how this was not the real Alois, but some imposter that just so happened to reveal himself just before Lord Trancy's death. Being here several times in your life, you knew the deceased noble. He was vulgar, vile, and disgusting in your opinion. He was just lucky he inherited his family's companies and that he was good at business, or else you would have kicked him to the curb with all the impolite passes that he made to you when you visited. You were only thirteen for crying out loud! What kind of pedophile of a man was he anyway? You silently prayed that his son was nothing like him...
"It's just a couple of days... Just a few. Then you can go back home, and never have to do this again..." you said to yourself, trying to relax a
England x Reader x Scotland: Choose the Drunk!England x Reader x Scotland: Choose the Drunk!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your phone vibrated in class. No one heard. You snuck a peek. It was from Arthur.
Arthur: Hello, love! Fancy a drive with me after class?
You smiled; he could be so cute sometimes.
Me: Sure, I'll wait for you by the big oak tree.
You were waiting by the tree for Arthur when you heard a powerful engine and the loud screeching of rubber burning on asphalt. It nearly surprised you when you saw a car appear in front of your eyes. But this car was not Arthur's. Arthur's car was a sleek black Rolls Royce, not a sporty yellow, American-made Corvette. You stared as the window rolled down to reveal a handsome man with fiery auburn hair and cool green eyes. "'Ello thare," he said with a heart-stopping Scottish accent and a devilish grin. "Min' tellin' me whit kin' ay ijot leaves a bonnie lass aw aloyn?"
You blushed. "Uh... actually, I'm waiting for someone... He'll be here any minute now."
He laughed. "Ye talkin aboot Arthur Kirklain? Son ay a huir, leavin' a lassie loch ye waitin'." You eye
Wizard of OzWomen fighting over red shoes -- predictable.Wizard of Oz4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Proxy PledgeI am a Proxy.Proxy Pledge2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I live only to serve.
You are my Master.
I will fight and die for you.
I am willing to accept
that my normal life is over.
I know that I cannot
return to how I was.
I will accept
any mission without question.
I will complete
any mission without fail.
I will accept my partner
no mater who he is.
I will not question
why I have been given one.
I cannot question.
I will not disobey.
I am aware that I can be replaced.
I do not expect kind treatment from my master.
I am not human, nor am I a demon.
I am a Proxy.
And I'm here to serve you.
You Wouldn't Download a ZombieYou Wouldn't Download a Zombie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elementary particles (and all 'matter') are artifacts of the staticness of the observing framework.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Rob eyed the big red button, resisting the temptation to push it. "Hey Pete, look what I found!"
The salvage operation was one of the most promising their crew has been on; the demons slaughtered everyone in the underground facility and retreated without taking any of the spoils. They did leave, however, corpses in blue and white labcoats with blood smeared all over.
"What!" Came the muffled reply from the far side of the corridor.
Many of the reinforced doors were already bashed in or broken in half. Naturally, the crew raided the blood depository first - no self-respecting vampires would let all that tasty blood get ruined. It's good we arrived in time, while there's still electricity. Not even the clan leaders knew why only facilities such as these had electricity and working technology - or if they did, they surely did not bother telling Rob.