Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories
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
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine3 years ago in Short Stories
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
Take care of you (Gabriel x reader)Take care of you (Gabriel x reader)Take care of you (Gabriel x reader)2 years ago in Short Stories
Your house was pretty nice for a hunter’s but then again you weren’t really a hunter per say, you were more like a go to person for information. You never hunted truly instead you usually just got calls for information then passed it on once you got a little payment in return plus you had a day job that you worked at the library. Along your many travels for information you ended up bumping into a rather enthusiastic archangel named Gabriel who ever since then made it his duty to annoy you by dropping in randomly or placing notes for stuff you were looking for in your inbox at work, stuff like that. You weren’t dense he obviously liked you but you weren’t sure if you liked him yet especially seeing as how much of a nuisance he kept making out of himself but he was good looking plus I mean come on archangel. You got lost in your thoughts about the blonde archangel while relaxing on the couch flipping through some crappy TV when
Half-Cat!England X ReaderHalf-Cat!England X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories
"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.
CursedCursed2 years ago in Short Stories
Timo was quite the average fifteen year old boy.
He only had one problem: He was cursed.
At the age of eight, he had been playing at the beach and accidentally thrown sand at an old gypsy, who happened to have had a bad day.
Angry with the little boy, she had thrown a strange powder at him, which had made him sneeze. For the rest of the day he had felt a little weak, but after that everything had been alright again.
That was until his thirteenth birthday.
The night after it, Timo had had a strange dream, telling him about his curse: Whenever he got aroused, he would transform into the dream girl of whomever touched him next.
Lucky for him the changes were quite slow, depending on how long he was touched by someone. But it basically ruined his social life, since hed never know, when he would see a hot girl, which might trigger the curse.
Until now Timo had been able to keep his secret, since the transformation would reverse after fifteen minutes. At least if he wanted to, w
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
"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
Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..3 years ago in Short Stories
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
Belly of the Beauty (vore story)Belly of the Beauty (vore story)Belly of the Beauty (vore story)2 years ago in Short Stories
You awaken in a large room, alone. You look up and down, your vision blurry and unfocused, before you rise shakily to your feet. Your vision stabilizes and you are able to make out your surroundings. You seem to have retained your clothes, at the very least, which made you happy, but you are shocked by what you see. You appear to have been shrunken to the size of a fly! Everything around you is so huge! Chairs seem the size of skyscrapers, if not even taller; the table seems to stretch for miles, and the ceiling reminds you of a blank white canvas, stretched an infinitesimal distance over your head. You begin to explore your surroundings, looking through every nook and cranny. Though most of the structures are too tall for you to reach, you cannot withstand the urge to look around the room. There are chairs, a table, a desk… this place has everything! Your curious soul is oblivious to everything around you. You suddenly feel strange shaking from
2p!England x Reader - Hide and Seek2p!England x Reader - Hide and Seek2 years ago in Short Stories
2p!England x Reader
Hide and Seek
Hurry and open the door, I have come
Even if you try to hide, it's no use
Hurry and open the door, I have come
It's already too late to run
"Arthur? Where are you?" You yelled looking for him.
You looked around outside. Arthur decided he was going to play hide and seek... at midnight. Gosh you really hated when he was drunk. He would do the craziest things and deny it the next day. You looked all around the outside of his house. You finally realize "I bet he went inside" 'Why didn't I think of that 15 minutes ago?' You thought to yourself
You opened the door to hear silence. Arthur surely would be making noise. You had the weird feeling in your stomach. You didn't know what it was, but it wasn't good. His bedroom door was open. That was weird. He really isn't good at hiding. You looked through the crack in the door.
What you saw could not be unseen. There Arthur layed still on the hard, wooden ground. Dead? No, he can't be dea
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)3 years ago in Short Stories
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
Arman and the Flaming DragonIt was the fortieth year in the reign of King Delnadio. His royal graciousness saw fit to hold a most exquisite banquet in honor of this landmark occasion, inviting all in his kingdom be they commoner, noble, or other to attend.Arman and the Flaming Dragon7 years ago in Short Stories
Other, you ask? Thatd be my kind. You know, the ones that keep the noble life worth living. The ones behind the scenes. Or rather, behind your chair with a knife.
Anyway, there was the banquet. Everyone far and wide came to the great halls of the castle to partake in the merriment. The privileged few of the higher classes showed up in their carriages and whatnot, dressed as sharply as they dared, although most of the guests simply showed up on the grounds wearing a shirt they felt had the least amount of holes. But regardless of ones social status, all were herded into the main hall for the presentation of the Queen and the Kings daughter, as well as the initiation of the feast.
Now normally those twod simply show up at the Kings s
Ghosts in The Attic (ReaderXGhost!Human!Makaras) You couldn’t help but feel as if you were being watched; the hair on the back of your neck raised and you could feel someone’s cold breath on the back of your neck. You turned around only to be met by the dark hall way you just walked down. All the doors were closed and no one was there at all.Ghosts in The Attic (ReaderXGhost!Human!Makaras)2 years ago in Short Stories
"I must be going crazy." You mumbled under your breath and continued to walk. Having just moved into the large mansion you didn't expect to get any sleep. You had bought it for an extremely cheap price, also strange, but you were desperate after you’re mother had a fit over choosing to become an artist and abandoning her dreams of you becoming a doctor.
You walked to the kitchen when you heard a soft 'honk'. You looked around unsure if you really had just heard that or if it was real. Another soft curse left your lips as you walked into the kitchen. When you looked at the counter a wave of ice came over you when you saw a
APH: Things Guys Should Know About Girls [N.Italy]APH: Things Guys Should Know About Girls [N.Italy]3 years ago in Short Stories
APH: Things Guys Should Know About Girls: [N. Italy-X-Reader]
Hetalia (c) Himaruya
Reader (c) You
4. Girls wear makeup and worry about how they look constantly. Tell her she looks pretty because it will make her whole day.
[Name] just sighed sadly.
She was so jealous of Victoria!
Victoria was a pretty brunette and had sparkly brown eyes. You only had plain [h/c] hair and plain [e/c] eyes.
[Name] sighed once again. The representative of Seychelles had every boy wrapped around her finger. Even the one she dearly loved.
Oh! How she wished she was as pretty as her! She would even settle for close to as pretty!
"Ve~? What're you-a doing on the school steps, bella?" A familliar voice chirped.
[Name] looked up and saw... Feliciano!
"A-ah! Feli! I'm just resting and... stuff...!" [Name] gave a fake smile.
Feliciano wasn't s
Reunion english translationReunion english translation4 years ago in Short Stories
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.
Girls Night OutGirls Night OutGirls Night Out4 years ago in Short Stories
by Amber Smithe
It's a quiet night and Luke is sitting peacefully on his couch watching TV. He's a pretty good looking guy at 6 feet tall with brown eyes and brown hair. Luke enjoyed his quiet nights at home, just sitting around in shorts and a shirt with slippers on his feet. Sometimes it just felt nice to get away from the noise and relax. At least he would have stay relaxing, if he hadn't heard knocking at the door.
"I'm coming!", he said as he went and opened the door.
As he opened it, he is amazed at what he sees on the other side. It's a woman. Not just any woman, but a total hottie. A definite 10! She has long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and she's wearing a purple mini dress that really shows off her wonderful cleveage and beautiful legs and at the end of those legs were a pair of matching opened toed heels that show off her dainty feet. She was so hot and sexy! And here she is at his door. What could she want? Whatever it is, Luke wanted to make sure he'd be
The Dead GodThe room was large, quiet, and empty, and it smelled like death. It should have smelled like weathered stone, or dust, or moss that grows forgotten in dark places so long it forgets its name, but Rat knew death. He had tasted it the moment they walked inside this ancient church, and he longed to adjust and stop smelling it.The Dead God5 years ago in Short Stories
He wished he could walk closer to the three adults behind him, but he would get in trouble. He wasn't a scrawny child today; his job was to walk carefully and take the brunt of any traps he triggered so the adults would be all right. They were needed, after all: Theodora and the silent man had the magic, and Flim was a miner. And Rat... Rat was looking for stairs. Those stairs went down a hole flush with the floor, invisible until Rat almost tripped into it. He caught himself, and his fingers clenched around his light stone. It was a long way to fall. Rat swallowed hard before calling back. "Here!"
Flim started for Rat and his light, but Theo lingered, studyi
Reflection'Twice I have failed. Twice I have shamed. Twice I have been nothing more than a disgrace to your people. They aren't mine any longer; I am not fit to care for them. Please forgive me Gilbert. I have done nothing but coloured your name in ignominy.'Reflection4 years ago in Short Stories
He refused to look to his brother as armed guards took them to the holding cell. Guilt ate at him, his intestines twisting and knotting as wave after wave of self-disgust hit him. It was all he could do not to curl into a ball on the cold concrete floor and die. Glossed blue eyes stole a glance upward from their intent gaze at his feet. What had he done to his brother? The albino in front of him limped along, a bullet wound to his hip during their final stand in Berlin, and one shoulder hanging down a little more than the other. This was the first time they had seen each other since he had surrendered, he felt ashamed to not have noticed the
Vampire Knight Senri Shiki x Reader (Request)Vampire Knight Senri Shiki x Reader (Request)2 years ago in Short Stories
You sat in class, listening to the teacher drone on and on about vampire history. You'd already learned everything you needed to know about the stuff, and yet here you were, listening to it again for the billionth time.
You tuned the teacher out and your gaze shifted to Senri Shiki. You've had a crush on him, since you first arrived here a month ago. You loved how he wasn’t all into the crowd and said and did what he wanted to, whenever he wanted to, if he decided to speak that is.
You were envious of Rima Touya. She was always around him. She even fed Senri pocky! How would you, the new girl, find your way into the impassive man’s heart? How could you compete with a childhood friend?
You sighed in defeat and decided to think about it later, resting your head on the desk and falling asleep.
You felt someone nudge you, trying to wake you up, but you didn't budge as you were still half asleep. “Hey, new girl, wake up,” said someone with a bored, monotone
Love is WarLove is War3 years ago in Short Stories
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
.:Dark Kiss:. Ulquihime.:Dark Kiss:. Ulquihime4 years ago in Short Stories
I do not understand.
Smiling is a mere false show;
Crying, the product of the eyes' foul itch;
Anger, the worthless pretence of self-justification;
Gladness, the putrid writhe of chemicals in the gut;
Happiness, the dirty concoction that poisons with despair;
Love, a weak blood organ waiting to burst.
I do not understand these idle things, empty concepts as they are.
Void, I feel nothing, and nothing is what is necessary.
I do not understand.
The black night was pierced by the pallid glow of the white moon streaming through the barred windows of the vast edifice. Hanging frozen within the dark abyss, it was like a pendulum with whose string it had never once been connected. Its eternal presence seemed to mock the black wretches that crawled beneath its false light.
The colossal white palace of Las Noches was icy in its cavernous silence. It was as if no life had ever dared breathed within its walls. Not even echoes of the wind whispering in the wasteland surrounding the
EnglandXReader- Maybe she wouldn't be goneEnglandXReader- Maybe she wouldn't be gone4 years ago in Short Stories
Maybe she wouldn't be gone
Hadn't been so stubborn
Been so selfish
Thought about her more
Thought about me less
Joked to make her laugh
Held her when she cried
I grabbed the car keys, slamming the phone down and racing out the door.
"No, she can't leave me!" I yelled at myself as I jumped in to the car and slammed the door. I revved up the engine, yelling curses at myself.
"Godammit man!" I cursed myself, "She even fucking warned me! I should've believed! Dammit, please let me be able to find her!" I raced down the empty highway. A few tears made them down my face and I hurriedly wiped them away with my sleeve.
"Please, _______... don't leave me!" I continued yelling at the windshield. I grabbed my cellphone and called her best friend, Elizabeta.
Ring, Ring, Ring, ri- click
"Oh thank god," I muttered.
"Hello Arthur, what do you want?" Eliza spat, clearly thinking I did something to _______, I never called her.
"Do you know where _______ is?! I can't bloody fin