A Summer's Rain With a long yawn and a stretch to match, Rose looked groggily towards her clock, a slight groan escaping her as she pulled the covers briefly over her head. Six AM, the time she always awoke, alarm or not. Soon after, she threw off the blankets, making a mess of her bed as she sprung off it, turning off the alarm on her clock, which was set to six o’ five, before it went off and inevitably gave her a migraine before her day even officially started. Not much of a morning person, she did her best to move quickly around her apartment, but generally failed in her attempts at speed and, in its stead, decided to go for accuracy. Slowing down a bit, she went through her normal routine. Wake up, get dressed, make breakfast, eat it, put away her dishes, brush her teeth, and then leave, ensuring that she doesn’t lock herself out of her apartment again. And just as she normally does, standing at her door, satchel slung over shoulder, she closed her eyes, taking aA Summer's Rain16 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Clocktober #7 - Three Word StoryClocktober #7 - Three Word Story10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"You always tell me the coolest stories, Jessica, I love staying here!"
"Thanks, Linda!" The young woman grinned, patting a head seven years old. Her eyes abandoned the living room for a second, latching on the wall phone inside her kitchen. She then returned her attention to the girl. "Your babysitter is the best storyteller there is, isn't she?" Linda nodded happily. "Smart kid!"
"OH! My teacher says there's very, very short stories. As short as six words long! He said that only the best can make them work. I bet you can!"
"Oh, of course, sweetie! Let me think, hmmm..."
"Wait, no! You're the best at telling stories! You can make it even shorter!"
"Three words long!"
"Piece of cake!"
Linda giggled. At that moment the phone rang and Jessica practically flew to get it. Within ten seconds, Linda heard an euphoric squeal. She had been taught by daddy not to listen on people's phone calls, though, and kept playing with her cars until, several minutes later, Jessica came back.
Piggy Paige Part FourThree weeks later, Paige was leaving the arena once again, munching on her usual pretzel. She had just had another random Wellness check, and barely even paid attention to the doctor's readout of her weight, now at 255lbs. She had a noticeable waddle now, a lot of the weight resting on her wide rear and thick thighs, stretching the material of the leggings that she wrapped around her bouncing gut. Her clothing choices hadn't got anymore modest with her extra size, even though she had once had to wear that skirt with the zip right down, her stomach pushing through the space.Piggy Paige Part Four20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Her stomach had of course taken most of the weight, being almost constantly stuffed, but she had filled out all over, her chest and arms puffing out, the smooth white skin now starting to resemble marshmallows. This, along with her chubby cheeks and now permanent double chin, made the battling Brit even more adorable to her riding buddy, Alicia.
Alicia had been prepared to defend her friend, as her weight gain was n
-Playing With Fire----Playing With Fire-4 hours ago in Short Stories
-Playing With Fire-
Of course it was something he would never speak openly about. He isn’t seen as the affectionate type nor does he show that he’d ever want such a thing. Not like being seen in such a way, he never hinted that side of him when others were around. The thought of anyone finding out is quite terrifying, actually. So when one of his comrades comes waltzing in out of nowhere and bluntly says it, of course it would be something that’ll put him on edge.
Pyrell stared at the masked figure in front of him. Both of them locked eyes and didn’t speak a word. The Leo stood his ground and refused to move, eyes glaring at the navy Puffball.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” He spoke, a hint of irritation in his voice.
Meta continued to look at the Leo before him. A few minutes passed before he stepped forward, causing Pyrell to slightly raise hi
Cracks - Day 276Jack looked around his room. He saw the cracks along the wall and sighed.Cracks - Day 27619 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Those damned cracks. They vexed him. They angered him. They scared him. What's worse was he could remember how each one had been born.
There was one in the kitchen that ran just above the counter top. It had been made when he had gotten a bit drunk with his friends and tried to look cool.
There was one by the door, just above the switch that reached to the ceiling before splitting into three short paths of broken wall. That one had been made when his girlfriend had left him in a heated argument. His rage had been vented into the wall after she walked out the door.
There was one beside the bathroom door, rimmed with red. That was when his life was completely falling apart. When he felt like there was no more hope left. When he felt like there was no point in going on. When he'd tried to . . .
He sighed again. He'd had a pretty bad year, that much he could admit. The cracks showed that. But they reminded him that h
Der ZaubererIch kenne einen Zauberer; vom Alter gebeugt, mit weißem Bart und langem Stab. Er sammelt Pfandflaschen aus Mülleimern im Park.Der Zauberer23 hours ago in Short Stories
PKMNTownship: The Battle Arena (Roleplay)PKMNTownship: The Battle Arena (Roleplay)19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Delaine had been hard at work, building his home up to be the perfect place for anyone who happened to come by. He knew, that owning his own Pokemon would mean possible battles in the future so he had been working on cutting grass and trimming it down to a fine almost flat surface... having grabbed some Red, White and Black Paint he worked on drawing out the barriers... the lines... everything to make what would be a mock play on official battle arena's he had seen. Sitting his hands on his hips and giving a nod he was grinning a bit. Yeah this would do... it would do nicely.
While his home consisted of a large tent that was sectional and divided into rooms, things like a kitchen and a bathroom along with a bedroom and his 'meditation' room where he did all of his work as a Mystic he wanted to provided more for his customers than just his services. So, the battle arena setup was helpful for anyone who wanted to just play and have a bit of fun after they got done with his business. Not
Accidents Were Bound to HappenShe wasn't old, as far as Ringshadow saw it she was just as capable as anyone of being of use to her Clan when they most needed it. Her mate Badgerstreak was in the upper-mountain party, as were two of her Kits Clarkpaw and Harepaw, but Cranepaw, her daughter was down here with her, it was nice to be doing something side-by-side with one of her Kits again.Accidents Were Bound to Happen19 hours ago in Short Stories
They would all be made Warriors pretty soon now, in fact she wouldn't be surprised if that was the first thing on Burningstar's agenda when all this was over.
"Careful over there" Rookfeather called out to a group of Apprentices that were standing underneath a particularly unstable area. The Apprentices moved back again pretty quickly, just in the nick of time as well. Nobody said starting a landslide would be a risk-free business, but nobody had gotten hurt yet that she knew of, which was at least promising.
Cranepaw had jumped up over the entrance to the cave and was helping Bearpaw shift away the mud around some of the rocks, prob
HumOnce, he belonged to her. She wore him like a name, not hers, she never liked that, but like all the things she wanted to be called back when she was a kid and she still thought people could change with a name. He didn't mind. She looked good wearing him, burrowing inside his skin when she was cold as leftover shivers pushed daisies through his veins. He liked the little dents she made in his ribcage when she held on too tightly, like he was an exoskeleton she fit into and didn't want to leave. And he wanted to be that for her so much that his bones forgot to be his, and his skin felt empty without her, until there was nothing left she didn't already own. And he was hers, made hollow on the inside so she had a place to be, but she was never his.Hum17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
They had the talk one Monday morning, and that’s when he ran out of breath, his lungs littered with words she fed him like bruises. ‘Sorry’ had never looked right on her lips. And as the morning went from gray to golden and th
Carlos's Remote Ep. 2Carlos had been startled by his mother, and quickly dropped the remote on the coffee table.Carlos's Remote Ep. 21 day ago in Short Stories
“Hi honey I’m home!” yelled his mother from the front door.
“H-hi mom!” Carlos yelled back.
“Could you help me bring in the groceries?” she asked.
“Sure…” Carlos was nervous that his mother would notice the changes in the house.
The car was unloaded, and his mother sat down in a chair in the kitchen. Carlos watched as his mother looked around the house, before resting her eyes on the potted plant.
She let out a sigh and said, “I have told your father a hundred times to get this flower outside. At the rate it keeps growing, it will cover the house!”
Carlos was relieved, for it seemed that even his mother had adapted to the reality change. His mother stood up, and walked over to the plant.
“Carlos, why don’t you do this while I prepare for dinner?”
“Ok.” replied Carlos in timidly.
Characters of Digimon Tamers SuperchargedCharacters of "Digimon Tamers: Supercharged"Characters of Digimon Tamers Supercharged11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Takato Matsuki - Age: 17 - Partner: Guilmon
The original leader of the Digimon Tamers who enjoyed the Digimon card game in his youth. His life was forever changed when he first obtained his Digivice and brought Guilmon to life. After many adventures with his digital companion, Takato had to say goodbye when the Digimon were forced to return home. Over the six years since then, Takato's life has been normal as he is continuing to help at his family's bakery and is following in his dream to be an artist. Approximately three years ago, his childhood crush, Jeri, moved because of her family's worry about what befell her during the D-Reaper battle. When Guilmon returns once again, Takato becomes a Tamer again to help save the Digital World from the rise of a villainous tyrant.
Using the power of "Digicharge", Takato can transform Guilmon into "BladeGuilmon" and can help him supercharge into a whole new array of Digivolution
The Cat And The HatThe Cat And The Hat1 day ago in Short Stories
Well good morning – I see the weather has taken a turn for the worse, given the way you’ve buttoned your coat up against the wind. Sit yourself down by the heater, and I’ll get some tea sorted.
And yes, I had noticed – it seems the great coats have come out for the majority of women I’ve seen around. There is something classic about that look, especially in this weather – and it just goes to prove, as a lady I met at a party recently said, that all fashion goes in cycles.
What it does do, of course, is bring back memories of my not so misspent youth – one of which involves a model of the time called Grace Hart. She was what you would call a classic English Rose – blue eyes, long light brown hair, and moved with the poise and eloquence only the finest finishing schools would provide.
Now, this would have been about 1979, and at this time she lived in a nice little second floor flat in Kensington. I thought it was es
DeerThe deer loomed over me. I watched as it walked slowly about the clearing in the misty forest, pausing occasionally to peer about its surroundings. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the creature lower its head to nibble on the dew covered green grass that lined the forest floor. I marveled at how this giant, rippling creature could possess such a delicateness. It didn’t need to treat the world it lived in like it feared it would break should it be too reckless. Yet here it was, the hulking beast that instead of thundering through the forest like a raving drunk approached it with caution. With care. Maybe that’s what this world needs. A little care I mused.Deer17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Suddenly, a noise rang out through the still silence. The deer, and myself, perked up.
“Damn! Did-cha’ see the horns on that one?” hollered a far off voice. Dread filled my core. Hunters. They plagued my quiet forest like a sickness, leaving blood and crumpled beer cans in their wake. I knew they were here for
ALO Short Stories #3: There and Back Again- Part 1ALO Short Stories #3: There and Back Again- Part 16 hours ago in Short Stories
For a moment, there was no sound in the forest. No sound provided by any living creature, at least. Only the rusting of the leaves in the faint eastern wind.
Then, out of nowhere, there was the sound of footsteps in the cold snow, a growl, and a scream, after which it was silent again.
One-eye carried the rabbit he’d caught in his mouth, blood dripping from his black lips. He licked it enjoyably.
A half year had passed ever since One-eye had killed Norder, and, with that, accidentally orphaned Lynn. It hadn’t exactly been a pleasant six months for him-- One-eye had gone into a deep depression.
Before he had killed her father, he’d lived his entire life holding onto one oath: Killing Lone Ones without family in order to protect his own from the Clan that had taken him prisoner and had forced him into becoming an assassin.
And, although he
Freedom Dies With Me CHAPTER 11Freedom Dies With Me CHAPTER 111 day ago in Introductions & Chapters
One Year Previous
Chucking out time. Again. The young wildcat sighed heavily. She was starting to wonder if it had ever been a good idea, joining the Red Scarves. A group of thieves and killers. Gentlemanly thieves and smart killers, she had to admit, but nevertheless. She had been 'studying' with them for, what, about three years now? Almost every day was spent waking in some low-quality hellhole, then dragging herself to their sorta-underground base to sit on this giant set of seats and listen for a couple of hours on what it took to be a good thief and an even better killer. Joy. Carol always took as many notes as she could during this time, trying to get all the important bits in her head, as many as possible and as fast as possible. She didn't really like it all that much, but she had the terrible feeling in her mind that she needed to know this stuff. The world was changing around her at a dizzying pace, and certainly not for the better; the three kingdoms,
TheOperatorsShadow commission # 2"God I'm so bored" Finn whined as he, Jake, and Caitlyn strolled around the town listening to music off of Jake's speaker system. "Well shit, it's nice to meet you bored" Jake jested ducking aside as his boyfriend took a playful swing at him. "Oh I'm just teasing" Jake giggled hugging Finn kissing the birthday boys cheek. "Are you sure you don't remember what today is?" Finn asked his friends as they walked seeing as neither had wished him a happy birthday yet. "We told you Finn it's Tuesday" Caitlyn commented softly shaking her head at Finn as if she couldn't believe he couldn't remember what day of the week it was. Finn puffed his cheeks softly at her answer and walked somewhat ahead of them.TheOperatorsShadow commission # 220 hours ago in Short Stories
"Finny!" Jake called running up to his boyfriend hugging his arm "calm down baby" he soothed him. Finn grumbled but found himself incapable of pulling away from Jake he had too much of a soft spot for the boy. "You two are so cute you're gonn give me diabetese" Caitlyn teased the two as they sha
UntitledShe had been brought into existence by the sacrifice of a woman’s life. Shaped from the same source that had once brought the gods- her gods into being. Her purpose was clear without being told of it by the shape-changer kneeling by her side.Untitled1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
As was her love for Sekhmet’s brother. She shook her head, dizzied by the flood of memories in her mind. Were they truly hers or the memories of the human… woman who had been Anubis’s lover? “Meirit?”
Had that been her name once? It felt right, rolling off her tongue in a way that appealed to her despite the knowledge that it hadn’t been the name given her at ‘birth’.
She coughed, frowning a little as she pressed a hand to her chest. “Ah…”
That was right, Meirit had been ill, dying slowly of some mortal plague. It seemed logical that the sickness be held at bay now. She held a hand up, experimentally unsheathing and sheathing her claws. So she had been created in part of the i
Hermione's Secret - Chapter 16: The RoomHermione's SecretHermione's Secret - Chapter 16: The Room23 hours ago in Short Stories
Chapter 16: The Room
When Hermione awoke, she squealed, feeling something warm and mushy squishing against her butt. Not again! Her nappy had fallen victim to another messing, and a rather stinky one. The mess hooked around the finer crevices of her ass, smudging up, not without arousal. Voldemort's cry faded in her head as she attempted to shift, the muddy mess creeping around her diaper.
'What's that smell?' Hermione heard the voice of a girl, no longer infantile. Cho still sat in a mound of her own mess, no doubt from the previous night. Wrinkling her nose, Cho stood up, and Hermione stared at the brown, sagging lumps still residing in her pants.
'I think it's you...' said Hermione, disguising her blush.
Cho looked down at herself, quickly realising her state.
'Oh my -!' exclaimed Cho, putting a hand to the warm mess, 'suddenly I know why we're in a nursery.'
'- Room of requirement,' added Hermione quietly. Her poop poked around her diaper, still. Hermione eyed up
::You Hurt Me::The late night air was cold and crisp against her bare, pallid skin and she shivered, her breath forming into a fog in front of her face. She was regretting not bringing a coat with her, as the short dress she was wearing wasn't keeping her all that warm. But whatever, she supposed, she'd be safe inside soon and out of the cold.::You Hurt Me::23 hours ago in Short Stories
Cradling her aching head with one hand whilst stabling herself against the front door with the other one, she hunched over as she felt a surging, sick feeling in her stomach. She swore to herself, moaning quietly. Maybe that third tequila hadn't been such a grand idea. She grumbled, searching through her cream handbag for something. She fumbled with her keys fir a moment, struggling to cram them into the lock of the front door to her bungalow. After a short fight with the lock, she staggered inside, blinking hazily. She ditched her bag down on the carpet, slinging the door shut with a flick of her forearm. She needed a painkiller, a glass of water, and then to
Frame of Mind - Part 84Synapse opened the back door to help Char in before opening the boot for Raptor and Rover to jump in.Frame of Mind - Part 844 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
“Oh! By the way sir!”
Synapse closed the boot before looking to his side and saw Sage carrying his suitcase.
“You left this behind and I thought it would be nice to get it back”
Synapse blinked before taking back the suitcase.
“Thanks, I can’t believe I actually forgot about it…”
Sage smiled at Synapse and he returned it back.
“It’s alright sir, we shall be following behind you”
Sage waved and went to join the old man in their car, Synapse got in the back as Vanna and Lumi were in the front and buckled.
“Why am I driving your car again?”
Synapse closed the door and buckled his belt in.
“Cause I am tired of driving for now, and thought it would be nice to let you drive”
Lumi shrugged and put the keys in the ignition and started the engine.
“You sure that is the reason? Or is it something else
Beneath my BedI told them there was a monster beneath my bed, but they never believed me. I told them every night, after they shut my door, I could hear it growling maliciously beneath the bowing mattress. And every time I screamed, ineffectively, for help, one of my parents would appear in the doorway with an exhausted, frustrated look on their face. “It’s just your imagination,” they would assure me, every single time. They refused to actually check beneath my bed, because I “was being silly,” or I was “just being a kid.” I’m “too young to know the difference between real life and nightmares.” And yet at the same time I was “too old to be afraid of nothing. Now be quiet, or you’ll wake your little sister.”Beneath my Bed2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Bite marks and bruises started appearing on my body. They thought I was doing this to myself. They told me I was going overboard. They threatened to ground me, to take away my video games. They told me if I didn’
Waluigi x female!reader part 9Waluigi x female!reader part 923 hours ago in Short Stories
(y/n) = Your name
(e/c) = Your eye color
(h/c) = Your hair color
(h/l) = Your hair length
Urgh, morning again. I was awaken of the sun that shunt through the window. As I sat on my side of the bed, I would gaze on (y/n). She was still sleeping. So peaceful (y/n) looked. I wonder what she is dreaming about. Ever since we met, I've always thought there was something special about (y/n). Her smile, her beautiful (e/c) eyes, her (h/l) (h/c) hair, her personality and what does she see in me? I'm just like anyone else and not famous at all. Wah, I stood and headed to the kitchen with this question of mine. Why me? I don't look like Luigi or am as good as Mario. I let out a sigh over this. Maybe I just got excited yesterday...
I heard footsteps in the distance, that really didn't fit into the picture at my favorite place. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that the morning had arrived already for a long time ago. At least I feel more recovered from the previous events..
Stepping Out Of History"You loved me like chloroform!" Kohao sang. Anarchy's ear twitched, recognizing his cue to come in.Stepping Out Of History1 day ago in Short Stories
"MY HEAD IS SPINNING, I CAN'T BREATHE!" he growled into his microphone, swinging his guitar around his body, gaining screams of excitement from the audience below.
"My vision's black; I can't see!" Kohao half-sang, half-screamed into his mic. Anarchy swung his guitar again, headbanging, but as he leaned toward the microphone, all thoughts of his next scream of "YOU LOVED ME LIKE CHLOROFORM!" left his mind. At the back of the crowd, just barely, he saw a flash of familiar blue-gray fur.
"YOU--Holy shit, CHEY?!" He yelled into his mic. The figure-Chey? Could it really be him?- slipped out the doors of the club, and Anarchy launched himself off the stage. As he fought his way through the crowd, he heard Athena trying to recapture the audience.
"Well, that's the most genuine emotion I've seen from Anarchy since Zayne left One Direction." She joked, drawing laughter from the audience. Anarchy
TOC - Culpa Parte IIIParte III: AtrapadoTOC - Culpa Parte III15 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Aquella versión semi-transparente de sí mismo sonrió ampliamente, mostrándole su dentadura perfecta y afilados colmillos. Su mirada le decía que pensaba acabar con él como acababa de hacer con Arianne, y el filo de la espada que apuntaba a su pecho no hacía más que confirmárselo.
Preparó su alabarda para defenderse, aunque no estaba seguro de qué tanto daño podía hacerle. No sabía exactamente contra qué se estaba enfrentando; no tenía idea de qué esperar.
Aquella distorsión de su persona se lanzó contra él sin reparo, y antes de que se diera cuenta, en lugar de contraatacar o defenderse, se apartó de su camino. Sin embargo, justo en el momento en que se apartaba, alguien se atravesó en el camino de la espada.
―Ruben… ―Solo consiguió emitir un ligero murmullo al reconocer la figura de su hermano mayor, atravesada de lado a lado p