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
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
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
Wings (Lucifer x reader)Wings (Lucifer x reader)Wings (Lucifer x reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You lounged on the motel room bed with your legs crossed at the ankles with a book in your hands. A knock on the door startled you making you drop the book as you leapt to your feet out of instinct but when you opened the door it was more of a shock. Standing on the other side was Lucifer, a concept that to anyone else would have terrifying but not to you considering you had been seeing each other for a while now. Lucifer was leaning against the doorframe with sweat rolling down his face plus he appeared to be breathing heavily.
“Lucifer, are you alright?” You asked him after looking him quickly up and down
“I…I just need…a place…to rest” Lucifer panted out as he pushed off the doorframe. You stepped aside as he moved to brush past you but swayed slightly in the doorway.
“Lucifer! Are you sure your alright?” You asked Lucifer as you placed a hand on his chest and another on his upper arm to steady him.
:.AmericaxReader: I don't like you, I love you.:You walked down the streets, quietly and cautiously. The sun had just set, and the sky was now a light magenta color, slowly turning purple. You couldn't help but awe at the wonderful scenery. It was quite lovely, especially for it being springtime. A smile stretched out across your face as you continued to walk to your friend Alfred's house. He was expecting you for a night of playing video games and pigging out on junk food. You see, you and Alfred had been friends ever since middle school- 6th grade to be exact. You were the new kid on the block, and most of the kids at school would pick on you for being a newbie. Alfred was the only one that would protect you and watch out for you when bullies came around. That must be why you and him became such amazingly close friends. Now, it was high school, senior year. The last year for everyone to be kids before they went out into the real world.:.AmericaxReader: I don't like you, I love you.:3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walked up the porch steps of Alfred's house and knocked gently on his oak door. In a flash,
Half-Cat!England X ReaderHalf-Cat!England X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mommy we want cats!" your little sister (her name), pleaded to your mom in hopes she would get you both cats for Christmas.
"I don't know…" she mumbled and gazed down at both you and your sibling. Both of you used puppy eyes on her.
"Fine, but you two take care of them! I am not scooping any litter boxes! Got it?" she gave in. Both of you squealed and hugged her legs.
The three of you arrived at the animal shelter. You were led to the cat and kitten section. Your sister wandered over to the kittens and started cooing at them.
You, however, wanted a cat, not a kitten. You gazed at all the anxious felines in hopes one would catch your eye. You noticed a cat alone in the corner.
You walked over to it and it turned to face you. It was a Scottish fold, he had light brown, almost orange patches around his right eye and his tail. He sniffed your hand curiously before backing away.
"That little guy's shy around people. He had a mate and a few kittens. One of his kittens and mate got adopted.
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.
drarry 1Paybackdrarry 16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry watched worriedly as Hermione bent over her cauldron and added another ingredient.
are you sure you want to do this? Harry asked her uneasily. He knew she was still pissed from when Ron had cheated off her in a test but this
Yes. Ron must PAY! Hermione looked up, half-crazed, at her raven haired friend. Harry didnt know exactly what she was planning but, knowing Hermione, it wasnt going to be good for Rons mental health. All he knew was that it involved Polyjuice potion and Draco Malfoy. He kept watching her totter around, muttering to herself, until the bell rang and he left for his class.
Ron was pissed. It was his birthday for heavens sake! He should NOT have to get up before noon at least! The only incentive was that he got to go to the quidditch world cup later that holiday. He grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed, got dressed, and trotted down the stairs to the expected surprise party.
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
Bleach-Arrancar x reader -Pocky game (Grimmjow)Grimmjow's version (/ovo)/\(ovo\) high five!Bleach-Arrancar x reader -Pocky game (Grimmjow)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You found Grimmjow sitting on a rock outside Las Noches drawing something in the sand with a long stick. You hid the box of pocky behind your back and walk towards him acting natural.
"Oi, Grimmy. Whatcha doing?" you said as normal as you could possibly sound
"Stop calling me Grimmy, woman. What does it look like I'm doing? I'm bored, that's what!"
"Good. Then I bet you wouldn't mind playing a game I have instore." You smirked
"If it's that 'prank Syazel' game again then no thanks." Grimmjow replied.
"Meh, no way! It's a new game. it's called 'pocky'." You gave the box of pocky to Grimmjow.
"Where did you get that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Doesn't matter. Anyways, this is how you play: See this pocky stick? You bite this end of it and I bite the other. Then, we start eating the stick and whoever eats the most of the stick is the winner." You explained simply.
You're feisty, I like that! PrussiaxReaderYou're feisty, I like that! PrussiaxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh boy, you already knew that emotions were confusing but this was just ridiculous.
I mean, come on.
Who even thought it was a good idea to have a crush on someone?!
*~Story time: Flashback~*
Freshman year in High school. You’ve never had a boyfriend before and you’ve never actually been in love before. Besides- no boy seemed to have a crush on you anyways, they weren’t really interested in you. And you weren’t interested in them.
That was until you met him.
Arthur was sweet, charming and handsome, but could be really hot-headed and short-tempered. Arthur wasn’t a genius in school, but he was average. He played guitar in a band with his cousin Alfred and some of his other friends. Moreover he was pretty good at soccer (or football like he used to call it). His messy blond hair covered part of his bushy eyebrows, but they were still pretty evident. Yet
Doctor's VisitThis story has effects of weight gain on the female variety. If you don't like, don't read. ^^Doctor's Visit4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ah damn, I never liked these stupid check ups. Hopefully this doesn't take long, there's that new sale going on at the mall today. " Sara stood there a few moments thinking to herself. "I wonder if I'll have a cute doctor?"
Adjusting her top just in case, Sara had the hourglass body most women would die for and dressed to match. She wore a small black denim jacket atop a tight fitting baby yellow tee to flaunt her full B-cup breasts. Complemented by a pair of daisy duke jean shorts, her long slender legs were only matched by her subtle bubble butt and slightly flared hips. With angelic facial features and brown eyes, her flowing brunette hair draped downwards, resting on her shoulders. Entering the room, Sara saw the receptionist through the window behind her desk.
The Troubles of DatingThe Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel)The Troubles of Dating4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though.
And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression I had gotten during our after-movie dinner at Alessandro's. Passionately interested 70s music, loving long walks in the wild, preferred old-school horrors to the film we'd just seen which we both agreed was tragic. All in all, we seemed to go along quite nicely. After finishing our capricosa, I led her to the car thinking this might as well have been
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
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
Surprise KittySurprise Kitty2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a pretty boring day for Will, he was sitting in his room on his laptop like usual. Will was a pretty normal guy, he liked to play video games and practice martial arts. He was however also a cross dresser at times, usually only when at home or with his girlfriend, who supported his choice.
"Jeez, there's nothing to do. I've already gotten all the best gear on my games."
Just then his phone rang. Reaching over and picking it up, he saw that it was his girlfriend Dena. Will and Dena had been going out for a long time, she was a sweet girl that he could tell anything to. He picked up his phone and flipped it open.
"Hi, how are you doing Will?"
"Fine, what's up? You usually don't call me on my cell."
"Oh, I'm at the mall, I was wondering if you'd like to come down and hang out with me?"
"Oh, um sure, I'm game. Where you wanna meet?"
"I'm at the new anime clothes shop that opened up yesterday, I found some things I think you'd love."
"Sure, I'm on my way."
Excited, he hung u
Cat!Canada X ReaderMatthew was all on his own. A tiny kitten no one noticed. Starving, cold and injured, he managed to find shelter from the rain in a cardboard box.Cat!Canada X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matthew coughed and tried to clean his fur. He was weak from hunger and fatigued. He began closing his eyes when he saw a figure approach him. If it was a dog, may it end him quickly. If not, maybe it was an angel, his time might've been up. He meowed with the last of his strength before collapsing.
You were walking home in the rain. No umbrella, all you could do was run home. You passed by an alleyway. You heard meowing and you froze. You looked down the alley to see a cardboard box. Inside was a little white kitten with cream colored fur around his neck and tail. He was barely breathing. You quickly shed your jacket and picked him up. You ran home in the pouring rain as you clutched the little feline close to you for warmth.
"Hang in there little guy" you muttered and quickly ran inside your house. You set him down and began cle
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
How the Fairytale EndsI remember lying in the dark the night after we killed the troll. My bandaged side hurt like hell, and I thought maybe the arrow the monster had used had been poisoned. I shivered at the thought and pulled my cloak farther up to my chin. This left my feet, bare, of course, so I sighed heavily as I tried to bend down and cover them again. I had barely moved before he was there, pushing me back down gently and settling his own cloak over me.How the Fairytale Ends4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Idiot," I heard him mutter.
I fell asleep with a grin on my weary face.
That I can remember clearly, though it seems so long ago now.
This journey of the king's faithful young knight and a starry-eyed tomboy started months even before then, in the days when we were still infected with those twin diseases, stupidity and recklessness. Others called it youth and bravery. I've discovered there's very little difference, really.
Either way, here we are now, on the cusp of victory. Soon, our trial will be over. It's what he always wanted.
I glance to my si
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)2 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
Cat!Japan x readerCat!Japan x reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was an average day for you. You were on your way home from the grocery store, same as usual.
"Tonight I'll have smoked salmon….or maybe salted salmon…hmm, I can't pick! (pretend you like fish if you don't)" you groaned as you turned the corner to your apartment. You approached your door when you saw a basket on your doorstep.
You quickly checked what was in the basket. A tiny black and white bob-tailed kitten was fast asleep amongst red blankets.
'Thank god it's not a baby! Who leaves stuff on people's doorsteps anymore?!' you wondered as you brought the little cat into your home.
You placed your groceries down and looked at the kitten again. A note was poking out of the blankets. You carefully yanked it out and examined it.
'Please take care of this little guy. He needs a good home. His siblings and parents already found good homes. Treat him with love and care. Thank you. Ps. He's not very social and can be shy at times' the handwriting was written in a hurry.
"I guess I'll kee