The Christmas DancePencils scratching on paper was the only sound which could be heard in the class room for the time being. The sound was interrupted on occasion by a cough or an audible sigh. When at last the bell rang, the students noisily got out of their seats and left the room.The Christmas Dance16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Damen and Jack walked side-by-side down the hall with each other, the two of them looking rather bored with the test they just finished. “I can't wait until graduation next year,” Damen mumbled as he hefted his backpack over his shoulder more. “Get out of this hellhole once and for all.”
Jack nodded a bit, pushing his glasses further up his nose and brushing his long bangs out of his eyes. “Move away from this town. Go to college – a good college at that, one where they'll actually respect my intelligence.”
Damen snorted a little. “Good luck with that, Jacky boy.”
Jack glared at him. “What's that supposed
Dream of MeSo this is what heaven is like. And she is an angel. My beautiful dark angel. Raven black hair and wings, the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen. A smile that could melt a glacier.Dream of Me17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't remember at first how I got here. The last thing I'd remembered was falling asleep. But then I saw her, watching me. She ran over to me in an almost slow-motion movement. When she reached me, she took my hands and looked up at me. “Joel,” she said. How did she know my name? Was this a dream?
She smiled and pointed to herself. “Kalina.” Kalina. A beautiful name for a beautiful angel. Without another word exchanged between us, she ran off down a starlit hill, pulling me along with her, wanting to show me the world around us.
We ran through green fields with a black, star-covered sky above us. I couldn't believe that sky. The stars seemed so close, and I saw planets even closer.
Stuck Between Two Worlds .: Stuck Between Two Worlds :.Stuck Between Two Worlds15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long ago, the eel and the snake traveled together upon the land, striking at the heels of man together, and causing chaos and death in their primitive camps... But whatever food they managed to steal or find (Such as meat the humans had been roasting, or mice in their grain storage), the snake devoured most for himself, and the eel, trying to be polite, let them do so. But this gradually built resent in the eel's heart... Together, the eel and the snake were highly formidable, and all the humans feared them... But something about the graceful black eel always seemed a bit uncertain.
So it came to be, that one day while swimming in the river, the eel found some new friends (We can assume these are alligators or turtles, maybe even fish.) who she found to be real friends and spent much time in the water with. But when she once again tried to slith
New BootsNothing beats new boots, boots made of finely hand sewn leather with the company's blurry logo stamped to the inside, well for this soldier he thought so. He tried on every pair he could find from the uniform storage, he sighed, disappointed in every pair he tried on. 'I might as well fight on my bare feet compared to this heap of junk!' he said while throwing the boots in his hands onto a huge pile of footwear, he gave a small grunt and left.New Boots8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As he was walking along the corridor, he pushed his head forwards to keep the rugged worn out boots outta sight, he swiftly turned the corner and spotted a door wide open. He stopped, thinking 'No doors are supposed to be opened on this floor, its a hazard'.
Blinking twice the confused soldier wandered in, first to the left of him a dozen of men were lying on beds looking either pale, rotten or bloody, it didn't take him long to figure it was an emergency aid room, so he believed not to stay there long. He gave a quick glance around the roo
Simon Journey - Day 25 (Project 365)January 25, 2015 (Day 25/365)Simon Journey - Day 25 (Project 365)7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh my gosh, we have a local in the quarter finals of the Iola Open with Nick Kyrgios defeating Andreas Seppi in five grueling sets to be the first local since 2004 where Lleyton Hewitt made the final and then losing to Rinzan Marat Safin in four. Of course you can see how happy that this event has happened before our national independence day which is tomorrow. Even if the opponent is Ulineran, Andy Murray who has been runner up three times in this event.
But how did he get there, well he did lose the opening two sets 6-3, 6-4 to put the crowd in a tense moment and maybe elimination like what happened to Bernard Tomic earlier today, after losing to Tomas Berdych in what you could say it was a walk over for the Cehoain. But with the crowd behind him, he won the next two sets 6-4 and 7-6 to put the match into a fifth set and all of the momentum in the match.
The final set was game for game with breaks happening in the third and fourth game of the set. With t
MalkuthThere is no destiny, nor any way to know the future, and the reason is simple. We are all tied to the chain of cause and effect; however, we are still able to slip out of the chain and create an entirely new chain of events, thus disposing the last one. Nonetheless, to know the chain of events is quite hard on itself, and harder still to break it. With every action comes a reaction, but unlike physics the reaction may or may not be proportional to the action. Even the slightest modification of a certain action, which was already defined by past events, can alter the chain of events to such extent that it is possible to modify events that will occur several years ahead. All this happens so fast, that we cannot even start to analyze such idea.Malkuth11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I once read in a book that you could hurt someone just because you exist. At that time I thought that was total rubbish, but at the end of the road, if the chain of events leads to that very moment, then there’s nothing we can do.
To this day
The Valley of DeathHe knew they were coming before they had even breached his borders. True they weren’t exactly owned by him, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t feel responsible for the goings on involved. He didn’t know, however their exact purpose in coming here, but from their appearance, he could safely say it was nothing he would enjoy.The Valley of Death1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shifting his weight, he looked through the scope of his rifle as he tracked their progress down the path. From here he could see a man with salt and pepper hair; and a young woman, her hair contained beneath a black beret. They were dressed in simple clothes, but he could see the bulges where weapons were concealed. That and when the young woman of the pair turned to look around, her coat flared to one side and revealed the shoulder holster with a rather large calibre handgun. This got his attention and made him smile wickedly to himself.
“What are we even doing out here, Daniels?” the young woman asked her counterpart. Thanks to
How Vlad Saved Christmas“Vlaaaad!” Mina climbed up onto the arm of Vlad's chair and stared up into his eyes. “Will you tell me a story?”How Vlad Saved Christmas16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vlad gazed down at her for a moment before asking, “What kind of story do you want to hear?”
“A story about Christmas!” She flopped down into his lap and gazed up at him. “You've got to know some stories.”
“Hrm...” He slowly began to stroke her hair, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “Would you mind if I made one up?”
She shook her head, a big smile on her face. “Make one up, yeah!”
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Why don't you get Arthur to come here, too? I'm sure he'd love to hear it.”
A devious smile spread over her face and she hopped off his lap. “He's upstairs. Let's go up there so we can sit by the Christmas tree, okay?”
Vlad sighed softly. “Very well.” He
A Sick AfternoonThe adolescent girl slowly made her way back up to her room, having just been told by her mother that she was too sick to go to school. She kicked the door to her bedroom closed and set the water bottle and tissue box down on the floor before snuggling into her comforter.A Sick Afternoon10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a long time since she got to lay in bed and spend quality time with the family within her mind, and a lot had changed. The almost-woman had a boyfriend in the real world, more responsibilities, more pressure... She knew the stress would intensify once she was an actual adult, but she only really paid attention to the here and now.
Pushing all thoughts about the outside world aside, she inhaled the scent of her boyfriend's jacket (that he kept leaving at her house or in her car)and let herself become engulfed in the darkness that she missed so much.
This time, she could feel her surroundings first. She was running the fingers of her left hand lazily through something soft and silky while she could feel the
Inspireball Championship “Well folks, welcome back to our Inspireball Championship! Jonah Godwin is back at the throwing mound, Joshua Godwin’s Angels are taking their places while Stan de Ville’s Demons are lining up with them. Things are starting to get tense out there folks as Jason Godwin raises his hand, everyone is itching for the signal! And for those in the stands, get ready for those Inspireballs! For those who have just arrived, those balls look worse than what they actually are. The flames will not harm you, I promise. You can ask any of the old-timers if you want to clarify. Oh, that was the signal! And Jonah has thrown the first ball! It’s going good! So far, no Demon has touched it, the Angels are keeping it safe. It’s landed! Hang on folks, I’m getting the name of the lucky catcher. Why, it’s an old-timer, none other than Charles Dickens himself! What a relief, I’d hate to see that ball land in the lap of one of Stan’s crowd. WhaInspireball Championship12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anxiety II (5.)She said hello, and everything seemed to just fall into place. That feeling of happiness is truly an amazing experience that can save a soul. Of course it was only for a minute, I mean, all she said was “Hello”. To her it seemed to be like nothing, but to me it was everything. I sat in front of my computer and smiled from ear to ear. I thought long and hard about what to say next, but also the inspiration to drive me to say hello in the first place.Anxiety II (5.)6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
-10 hours earlier-
I did my very best to avoid the eyes as I walked through the halls of my school. I was so used to being picked on for being who I am that I had just grown accustomed to everyone being against me. “Faggot, dyke, and butch” seemed to be the most popular choice of words for my life. It was hard enough coming out to my parents last year, but after they accepted me I was sure I could carry on and truly feel one with myself. Some of my friends here in school were easy going with it but the majority of th
A Child I watched them, the two men staring at me as if I were some fascinating creature. They were standing in a mud puddle and their clothes were absolutely drenched by the pouring rain. Dimly, I wondered why they were here.A Child10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Look, Bran, it's just a kid," one of them said, crouching down next to me. But instead of being reassured, the other man backed away, almost as if afraid.
"Just a kid?" he repeated, as if his friend were dumb. "'Kids' are freaking scary. They're smart, sure, but the'd also do anything..." The man shivered. "They're real monsters."
"Speaking from experience?" His friend asked, eyebrow quirked upwards. The other laughed nervously.
"Yeah. I was a real brat back then."
And then, I finally spoke. Let my voice – so childish, so innocent – ask the question, let it hang in the air, high-pitched and sweet.
The words, however, were not so sweet.
Shadows“I'm going to bed now, Cecil.”Shadows17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Okay. I'll be up on the roof or something,” he said absently.
Gail glanced toward him and tilted her head. “Ya sure about that?”
“Yeah. It's a nice night out, and I like looking up at the stars. Besides, I don't really need sleep like you do.”
“Mm, yeah. That makes sense. You're not real, after all.” She waved to him lightly as he walked away, closing the door to her room behind him.
“I'm not real,” he murmured to himself. “I thought you had accepted that I was by now.” He sighed and opened a window, then climbed through it and flew up to the roof of the apartment building, stretching out his ashen wings.
The sun had set some time ago, already. The sky was dark with no stars even visible. He frowned softly and hugged his legs against his chest, feeling the wind blow through his hair.
are you listening?iggie, are you listening.are you listening?10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
(he's already gone, anya)
iggie, you fucking moron, are you listening to me? don't fucking ignore me.
i'm fucking talking to you, fucking answer me.
(anya, calm down, what are you doing)
DON'T YOU FUCKING IGNORE ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR SINS.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR BURDENS.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR MISTAKES.
WHO IS GOING TO CARRY THEM FOR YOU.
I'M NOT GOING TO. THEY'RE YOURS.
(listen to me-)
COME FUCKING MAN UP AND DEAL WITH THEM.
DON'T FUCKING TAKE THE EASY WAY OUT.
(anya i think you need to leave)
no, fuck that. he's coming back, he's a fucking parasite. he'll come back to leach off some poor girl and i'll be there to slap him upside the head when he does.
don't fuck with me... don't fuck with me right now... this is the last...
(anya, i think you need to accept it)
no.. no no no, he's not.. don't... don't say it....
anya you need to face reality. he's gone.
The Blood That Binds UsI approach the dark mansion my father dwells within, my footsteps slow, a knot in my stomach. I can't do this, why is she making me do this? I feel sick. I just want to go back home and read. But... a dare is a dare.The Blood That Binds Us16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I climb onto the doorstep and realize that I'm actually shaking. I never realized how much I truly hated my father until this very moment. God, I'm going to get her for making me do this. I raise a shaking arm and make to knock on the door, but it opens before I can even touch it.
“Lagatto, my son! This is so unexpected, so very unexpected! What are you doing here?” My father stands there with a wide grin plastered across his face. He's surprised, yes, but his joy at seeing me overcomes his surprise.
I swallow hard and mutter, “I... I'm here to... a-ask if you would like to... have a father/son” - I nearly puke at saying this part - “get together or whatever.”
Because I'm Her DaddyI stay up long hours of the night researching medicines, treatments, surgeries, anything I can do to help Caroline. My eyes threaten to shut even as I keep drinking black coffee. No, I can't go to sleep, yet. I need to find something, anything, that can help her.Because I'm Her Daddy16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Daddy?” I turn at the soft voice, my vision blurring as my eyes turn away from the bright computer screen to peer into the dark room. They adjust after a moment and see Eryn standing in the doorway. I blink twice.
“Eryn, what are you doing awake? Don't you realize how late it is?”
“I couldn't sleep. I had a bad dream.” I sigh. How can I refuse her now? She's only four. I hold my arms out to her and she comes running into them, climbing up onto my lap. I lean back in my chair and hold her close, resting a hand on the top of her head.
“What kind of bad dream, darling?” I ask in a soft voice, less to comfort her and more because my weariness is catching up with me.
“It was ab