ERA: Capitolo 1Era un caldo e soleggiato giorno d'estate a Londra, quando i due ragazziERA: Capitolo 16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bruce e Justin lessero su Internet una notizia che diceva che degli
scienziati londinesi si stavano preparando per viaggiare al Polo Sud per delle
ricerche scientifiche; i due ragazzi, interessati a ciò, decisero di contattare
i due scienziati, e siccome erano maggiorenni (Bruce aveva 19 anni e Justin
ne aveva 18) potevano andare anche senza il consenso dei genitori, ovviamente dopo
averli avvisati, altrimenti si sarebbero preoccupati. Dopo che i genitori dei due
amici augurarono loro buona fortuna, Bruce e Justin inviarono un'e-mail
ai due scienziati, dicendo di essere interessati al viaggio, e gli scienziati
risposero che se fossero veramente interessati sarebbero dovuti essere maggiorenni e presentarsi
nel loro laboratorio. I due ragazzi, emozionati, uscirono fuori dalla casa di Bruce
e presero il motorino per recarsi nel laboratorio degli scienziati, lontano poco meno di
10 km dalla casa di Bruce. Il loro
DA: A Safe Place [log + image]Knocking on the team's door, Kemta leaned on the frame. He had "heard" Owen was upset after the chaotic event. That night Kemta had disappeared to beat the authories, finding no merit in lingering when everyone was scattered. He hadn't thought Owen wasn't close behind--at least until he found a place to crash. "Owen. You in?"DA: A Safe Place [log + image]14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sat up curled in a blanket, wary of the noise outside. The whole incident had everyone shocked, definitely. But Owen himself felt particularly bad for the birds he’d sent out that evening. They were on their way to recovery, but for the boy it would take him a few more days. “I’m in.” he said as he opened the door. The room was empty.
Moving in quietly Kemta sat on the far end of his bed, rubbing his hair he stared at the opposite for a long while. "How are you holding up?" speaking softly, he would glance at him briefly.
He rubbed his eyes with a hand under the blanket he was wearing, before adjusting how it wrapped around his fig
Oh Look, Walking Clouds! - RoMRoM - Partnership TraitFable - Handler: SakariOh Look, Walking Clouds! - RoM18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fable was led into the field, Sakari, her handler, opening the gate to the pen where they would chase the livestock into after checking that the collar would not fall off. The collar Fable wore was white with light brown intricate stitches along the edges to decorate it. It was not a collar she wore hunting or anything, but it was used for exploring or just for rides or whatever. Sakari was fine with her wearing it for this, since it was Fable's favorite collar, and it was not too messy of a job. A judge was standing along the fence waiting for them and holding a clipboard and timer, ready to start the first of three tests that Fable would have to take. Sakari walked up to the judge and shook his hand. "You guys are ready for the test? What is your tokota's name?" He started the questions, taking a good twenty minutes before he finally had all the information he needed down on the paper. "That's everything, and I shall start as soon as Fab
Explanation of the ways of being a Master AdeptPsynergy... The ways of being an Adept... It takes years to master all the Elements...Explanation of the ways of being a Master Adept19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Venus: Elements of Earth and Plants...
Mars: Elements of Fire and Heat..
Jupiter: Elements of Wind of Lightning...
and Mercury: Elements of Water and Ice...
El clan de la aranaEl clan de la arana2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
-¿El Clan de la Araña, dices?
-Por mal nombre el Clan de las Ubres, ja ja.
-Oh, sí. Ya me lo habían dicho. Y tengo curiosidad de ver si es cierto o no.
Pero no habían viajado tres días por la áspera tierra para eso. Tenían una razón más importante. En secreto los habían mandado, y sin llamar la atención habían tomado senderos abiertos entre las nopaleras y magueyales del País Bermejo.
En la Gran Ciudad del Este, entre sus muros rojos y rectos, se alza un palacio. Dentro de él hay una gran sala donde los Cinco gobernantes del país tienen sus tronos. Son estos simples asientos de carrizo cuya sencillez contrasta con la exuberancia de las paredes pintadas que lo rodean. Uno de ellos, sin embargo, está ahuecado de la base para resguardar en su interior una reliquia proveniente del pasado más remoto.
Cada cincuenta y dos años, aquella cosa preciada sale a la luz. Unos cuantos la contemplan, y en t
Doble TrenDOBLE TRENDoble Tren14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
La anécdota mas extraña que he escuchado en el metro de la ciudad de México esta referida a un acontecimiento a la vez muy simple que un amigo mío dice haber visto:
-¿Qué hacías cuando te enteraste se cayeron las torres gemelas? -le pregunte
-Salía de metro Normal –me dijo mi amigo –Salí muy confundido porque desde una estación antes, un metro nos alcanzó y nos rebaso por la otra vía, iba en el mismo sentido, iba hacia taxqueña también… pero yo no note lo raro del asunto hasta que ya solo pude ver los últimos 2 vagones del otro convoy, entonces me quede “de a seis” porque jamás había visto eso, fue bien raro, te juro que hasta dude de lo que vi, pero note que otros pasajeros también estaban asombrados.
He pensado mucho en las consecuencias de seguridad que hubiese tenido tal cosa de ser cierta, en la relación que habría con el 11-S, en quienes via
John the Lucario ((LoRD version))BioJohn the Lucario ((LoRD version))19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A very kind lucario that has a belief that if someone kills, they will have to carry their souls up a mountain before they go to their final resting place.
He may look funny due to his scarf, but he's smart and kind. As well as not a big fan of violence.
If you ask him about his parents,he'll just tell you that he has no memory about his parents or even his family for that matter. He had to fend for himself as a riolu, trying to look for food and warmth everyday, eventually he found his signature scarf in a clothing deposit bin. So he took the scarf and put it on despite for being "long", from that point on he was able to only focus on finding food. But on one faithful day, he was attacked by a group of Mightyenas and he tried his best to fight them off, but failed. When the Mightyena were about to strike the final blow, he some how was able to fire an Aura Sphere for the very first time, but this particular Aura sphere bounced from one
Farewell, for nowPrince hesitated from knocking on the door. Did he dare? This was a huge risk, and not just for him. He shivered, but not from the night's cold winds.Farewell, for now21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But he had to. He had to see his pups before leaving. If he didn't he might never find them afterwards.
The black newfoundland took a deep breath, then knocked on the door of the cabin.
The next few minutes were pure agony as he waited for his mate to answer the door.
Alexandria nudged the door open, and motioned for Prince to come inside quickly.
"Come in, and be quiet. My master wouldn't be happy to know you're in here." The brown and black mutt closed the door behind Prince.
"How many? What are their names? How many boys? How many girls?" The black purebred fired away his questions in a whisper.
"You are the father of three male pups and one female one." Alexandria answered, and began to walk away, her claws make no noise on the wood floor. "Follow me, they're in here." She began to walk into the family room.
Prince struggled to
TrombonistThis was an essay I wrote for english class, but I was proud of the end result, so... That's kinda why this random thing is up here. No, I'm not crazy enough to make up such an arbitrary idea with no help. I got a topic and this is the result.Trombonist23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
There's a man outside my window. Maybe it's a woman. I can't see. Every day he comes and plays the trombone. Sometimes he plays very happy tunes and I start laughing. Sometimes the music makes me cry. He's very good. I like the sound of that trombone. I wish I could play. I want to be able to play an instrument as well as that trombonist can. They won't let me have any instruments though. I'll never learn to play anything. They won't let me. Not even a harmonica. I'm told to not whistle either. I want to whistle.
I can see a little of the outside if I jump by my window. In the quick glances I cast, I can see the tip of a phone-booth. A bright red one, like in those British shows. But that's all I can see. The tip of a red phone-boot
Kirby John's InformationName: JohnKirby John's Information5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Race/Species: Puff (Kirby Race)
Birth Planet: Popstar
Birth Place: Rainbow Resort
Personality: Calm, Brave, Kind-Hearted, and Strong Willed
Appearance: Carbon Body, Light Green Cheeks, Orange Sneakers, and Silvery Hair
Likes: making Friends, Fighting baddies, using Psynergy, Using Clones (when fighting alone), Axes, Maces, Swords, being a Master Adept, Kirby, fighting alongside Friends, Helping others, King Dedede (at a certain Degree) Using a Keyblade in battle, going to a cafe, Soda, Ramen, Milk, Orange Juice, Hot Chocolate, Coffee, Espresso, Fish Cakes, Macaroni & Cheese, Pizza, and Fish Sticks.
Dislikes: Friends fighting, Quote's dim-witted foolishness, people who think they are better others, Cursed Weapons, Thieves, Traps, King Dedede (at a certain Degree), using Saturn Psynergy, Squid-ink Spaghetti, Habaneros, Red Chili Peppers, Green Peppers, Tea, Chili Prawns, and Space Food.
Bio: John is a 24-year old Puff who liked using Psy
Comanche, Tx, June 2010"ooh, she put her beer down."Comanche, Tx, June 201022 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Here she comes, here she comes!"
Fitting. That's how they said this horse was.
"Left, left, left, right, left."
Down in the chute. Pull it tight.
"Hustlers shootin eight-ball,
Throwin darts at the wall,"
Damn, he was huge! A deep gold, roaned out like stars against the sun, and a dark line connecting that cloud white tail to his mane. She'd seen big, but this bastard was a monster.
"Feel in damn near ten feet tall,
Here she comes, lord help us all!"
Left hand lifted, pulling black felt down tight around her ears as blue eye closed for a moment and she took a long, slow breath.
"Ol' G.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair."
"Poor old boy, it aint his fault,"
"It's so hard not to stare,"
She nodded and the gate flung open.
"At that honky-tonk badonkadonk,"
Cheers sounded, and for half a second, everything was good. She could feel the muscles if the horse's back as he lunged,
Black and White: Rock City ChroniclesWhiff!Black and White: Rock City Chronicles1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
A golf ball soared through the air, traveling at high velocity toward a sand bunker. It landed with a poof, and two figures - out enjoying themselves on a fine Sunday afternoon - marveled at the great shot they had just witnessed.
To tell the truth, only one - a silver fox - witnessed it; the other - a crow - was the one who had launched the ball.
"You're getting better at this, Seymour," the fox said, following a low whistle.
"Thanks, Charlie," the crow said. "I had a good teacher."
Charlie looked at Seymour inquisitively. "Who taught you?"
"You, of course," Seymour said, climbing into their golf cart and opening his lunch box. He bit into a worm-and-cheese sandwich.
Charlie laughed. "All I taught you was the proper golf posture. I never taught you to swing that well!"
"You sure? Because you showed me that you swing much better than that when you do the exact same thing!" Seymour spoke through his full beak before taking a moment to swallow. "Well, at the very leas
Behind The Mask - A Short StoryDo we know others better when their masks are off, or is the opposite more true?Behind The Mask - A Short Story17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see, I walk among my peers and neighbors. Every one of them behaves the way their demeanor dictates. One is a debutante; refined in every way. Another is a foreman; thick in both the skin and the brain. Around the corner, an unkempt, hairy beggar; slumped against the brick wall, holding out his palm for whatever will be spared. All know what is expected of them. All know how to perform their acts to the top of their game, and no one questions anyone's motives.
But I know these people; I know them not for what they appear to be, but by who they want to be, who they think themselves to be on the inside, deep within their secret hearts. It isn't more than every two months that we all convene at the gala, arranged inside the richest of mansions. Here is where the real people emerge; the sheep in wolves' clothing feels safe to come out.
One half of an hour goes by, to give the guests time to enter the festi
Voice CollectionHere's the next collection of exercises for my Creative Writing class. This chapter is on Voice. On the 2nd exercise, I personally like the teenager portion and the socialite portion (not really the cowboy one) but I warn you that the socialite part made me cry to write. Anyways, enjoy and give me feedback as it is much appreciated.Voice Collection18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your turn 1: This exercise had me take a section of a story that was nothing but thoughts and transform it into a story that doesn't enter the character's mind at all but still gives an essence of their feelings.
The woman stood on the outskirts of the dance floor, her eyes droning over the whirling couples with distaste. It wasn't that she couldn't get someone to dance with, as her looks would bring any man to his knees to kiss her hand, despite her being pregnant; it was simply that she didn't WANT to.
Her face scrunched up slightly as a man made his way over to her, bowing and
Bunny! - RoFSukhoi (Koi) - MaleMiranda - FemaleHandlers: Salima Azura & KiroBunny! - RoF20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The started to rise, turning the sky a bright red-pink, highlighted by purple and bright golden-yellow. The mountains in the distance turned a light purple, leaning slightly more towards a red-purple. A few birds twittered and fluttered around the trees, swinging up above the canopy, then diving back down below, teasing the hawk who would soon catch one poor soul in his trap. A little fox poked it's head out of it's hole and sniffed the air, smelling the predator that was still near by, so he popped back down into the small den. Some rabbits, who's fur was slightly white as their summer fur became winter fur, nibbled on some vegetation near by, ignoring the tokotas who slept near a burned out fire, their handlers leaning against their sides, wrapped up in their sleeping bags. The air was cool, and their breathes were white as they slept, leaving little puff of white floating up into the air. Kiro was the first to wake
Cant Beat Cuteness (Pikachu TF)"I win! Again!" Angie shouted, as a cute Pikachu on screen was sleeping, with Mario clapping. Angie had beaten Jose again at Super Smash Bros Wii U. "You lose!"Cant Beat Cuteness (Pikachu TF)11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah, well I never said I was good!"
"You cant beat cuteness!" she said smugly, as Jose smiled. He was waiting for her to say that.
"Cant beat cuteness you say?"
"Yup. Pikachu is the cutest smash bros character."
"If you like him so much, why not be one?!" Jose shouted as he blew yellow dust in her face. She began coughing and got extremely drowsy. She suddenly fell to the floor, asleep.
Later, she woke up, but didn't feel right. She looked at herself, she had become a Pikachu. Yellow fluff, Lightning bolt tail with heart at the end of it and all. "P-Pika?!" she shouted as Jose entered the room.
"What an adorable Pikachu!" he said as he picked her up.
"Pika Pikachu!" she whimpered as she began to get stroked.
"Calm down. I just wanted to tell you, I cant beat you. You are too cute." he said in a rather... calming voice.
Dude Look Like A LadyFang was in the dining hall after lunch. Usually by now it thinned out with students being other places and such. Fang decided to use this time to write. He sent a letter to his grandparents every week. He could write English and read it, but his grandparents couldn't. So he sat there with the parchment out and writing chinese letters with ink and a brush (instead of a quill) It was a bit loud and busy, but he was alone as of right now so that was nice.Dude Look Like A Lady15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Them is had left lunch with his little group of friends, but had realized he had left his book in the great hall. The little bare footed Greek rushed back in to grab it, when he saw across the hall a young Gryffindor still sitting all alone. With a warm smile, the amethyst eyed boy walked over, book held under his arm. "Hello." He greeted cheerfully.
Fang looked over at the boy who said hello to him. He had yellow on his uniform so that meant he was Hufflepuff. "Ah 您好 (Nín hǎo)...or um Hello." He said his accent
Libelula -17-Bits and Pieces ILibelula -17-21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The turn of events left Orihime in shock. Why, after so long? Surely her friends, Soul Society, everyone had considered her an enemy by now. She stood silently as Ulquiorra coolly explained that her friends had infiltrated Hueco Mundo and were on their way to Las Noches.
Ulquiorra left Orihime's room as she stood dumbly, lost in thought.
The look in the woman's eyes was unmistakable; faith was a concept of which he passively acknowledged the existence, but at the mention of her friends it burst in her eyes like a firecracker, forming something almost tangible. He had not seen anything remotely close to the fervor in her eyes since the day she left Karakura Town, and the change in her was all brought on by that substitute shinigami and his friends.
Vexation rarely affected Ulquiorra, but something about the look in her eyes — perhaps it was
Shawn Michaels vs Suzan KamingaShawn Michaels vs Suzan KamingaShawn Michaels vs Suzan Kaminga21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hollie Dunaway: Hello and I'm back here with Shawn Micheals and Suzan Kaminga, And both our competitors say this will be a night to remember. Shawn, you don't normally wrestle women, is Suzan's gender gonna be a game changer.
Shawn: As you know Hollie, when It comes to the ladies I'm more of a lover than a fighter, but when if Suzan insists on stepping into the ring with me, then the HeartBreak Kid is going to have to send Suzan home with a broken heart.
Shawn grinned as he gyrated his hips against Hollie's left leg, Hollie gave Shawn a playful shove, she flashed Shawn a wide grin. She turned towards Suzan.
Hollie: Suzan, last week you burst into Shawn's dressing room and demanded a match with him, a ladder match with the prize of $100,000. Where did you get that kind of money, and why are you so anxious to face Shawn?
Suzan took a deep breath as she grabbed the microphone from Hollie's hand.
Suzan: Shawn is an arrogant buffoo
ConfrontationThe man walked into the kitchen to find his wife slumped over the cutting board, preparing a slab of meat. As he reached her side, he saw that she seemed to be in some sort of trance.Confrontation18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm cooking tuna steak for dinner tonight," she said before he could even open his mouth, her eyes glued to the hunk of fish.
He curled up his lip. "I hate tuna steak. You know I hate tuna steak. Have you forgotten? You always forget things like that."
She turned to him with an expression so cold that a visible shudder ran down the man's spine. "I'm making this for myself, mind you. You can make your own food. Just because you hate this, doesn't mean I can't have some. The world doesn't revolve around you."
He threw his hands up in the air. "Make my own food! Damn woman, we're married! Everything we do is supposed to be together. If we don't have unity then what the hell DO we have?"
"I just told you to make your own dinner tonight, not to sleep outside. You can lift a f
Gas Station DialogueSo this prompt was a university professor named Jessica pulls into a gas station to get gas. An attendant named Alvin wants to talk to her. She doesn't really want to but wants to ask directions for food. The exercise focuses on developing a character through their dialogue.Gas Station Dialogue18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Driving down the interstate, Jessica's eyes flashed to her gas gauge.
"I'm almost on empty," she grumbled to herself and pulled off the freeway to the nearest exit where a gas station was said to be.
A sign pointed her in the direction of the gas station but it was several miles away. Driving in that general direction and hoping that she had enough gas to get there, she was fortunate enough to find an off brand gas station in the middle of a civilization-deprived desert.
"Thank god," she said and pulled into the station. "I'm wearing high heels so I'm in NO mood to push the car."
Getting out, she saw that the station was virtually abandoned. There were bars over the windows and doors, the g
Names of the Psynergy TechniquesIn order to use Psynergy, one must practice using it. A regular person cannot use Psynergy unless he or she comes in contact with a Purple Crystal called a Psynergy Stone.Names of the Psynergy Techniques19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Here are the Powers from the Venus Psynergy: Growth, Mad Growth, Wild Growth, Thorn, Briar, Nettle, Revive, Quake, Earthquake, Quake Sphere, Spire, Clay Spire, Stone Spire, Gaia, Mother Gaia, Grand Gaia, Catch, Move, Annihilation, Curse, Condemn, Fear Puppet, Force.
Here are the Powers from the Mars Psynergy: Fireball, Fire Orb, Inferno, Flare, Flare Wall, Flare Storm, Starburst, Nova, Supernova, Volcano, Eruption, Pyroclasm, Guard, Protect, Impair, Debilitate, Fume, Serpent Fume, Dragon Fume, Beam, Cycle Beam, Searing Beam, Blast, Mad Blast, Fiery Blast, Raging Heat, Fiery Abyss, Dire Inferno, Fire Bomb, Cluster Bomb, Carpet Bomb, Planet Diver, Planetary.
Here are the Powers from the Jupiter Psynergy: Whirlwind, Tornado, Tempest, Plasma, Spark Plasma, Shine Plasma, Impact, High Impact, Ward, Resist, Ray, Storm Ray,