Little piebald monsters - Anniversary entryIt was a very warm evening, the sun still poking out from above the horizon despite the late hour at which events were taking place. It was certainly a change from their usual weather, with not even a cold breeze to cool them down. Usually on a day like this, they would be trying to take it easy, but this was not an average day. Today handlers and other tribe members alike were racing around, fetching bits and pieces while Liam shouted at them, and Mana just stood there as his support and an extra measure to make sure people did as they were told. Nothing was going to go wrong tonight... They would make sure of it.Little piebald monsters - Anniversary entry22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Liam's curly maned van gogh piebald, Gwyneira, appeared to be having her pups that night, so everyone was excited to see the outcome of the litter. Both parents were gorgeous, so how could the pups be anything less than that.
Still, it wasn't the appearance of the pups that concerned Liam... It was getting everyone out of it safe and sound, then keeping them that way.
July 3 My plan had never been to swim. I was just supposed to go there to relax and watch other people as I pushed them in the water, laughing when they chattered. I was content to sit back and watch all the fun unfold. Of course, when he got in and looked up at me, I should’ve known something was up. But as always, I was unaware. Then, I got too close to the edge, and he tugged my hand. I fell in and spluttered as I sunk deeper into the freezing water.July 322 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Gah! Fuck dude! Why’d you do that?” I shrieked. He smiled again and put his hand over my mouth.
“Shhh. There are children and families here,” he said. I bit him lightly and he removed the hand. “Well now that you’re in the water, you might as well swim, right? Don’t waste that trip, y’know?” I shook my head and he laughed.
“What? Can’t you just take off your shirt and pan
A Prince's Resolve:iconlester66:A Prince's Resolve1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had only been a couple of days since the death of the Alpha's daughter Zevhani, but the memory of her tiny form in the Healers' den, struggling for breath, and of the terrible sinking feeling in the auburn Healer's heart when she and Aphrodi were forced to accept that they couldn't save her, were constantly in Siobhan's mind. It seemed every time she closed her eyes, Zevhani's little face was there, her round eyes staring straight into Siobhan's soul. Despite the warmth of the afternoon sun on her pelt, she shuddered in her place outside the Healers' den, where she had been taking a break from sorting herbs inside, and silently said a quick prayer with the hope that Zevhani was freed of all her pain in Paradise. I wonder how her family is holding up, she thought sadly, and as if on que, she noticed young Arthur making his way through the densite nearby. On an impulse, she stood and walked toward him. "Good afternoon, Arthur," she said wit
Happily ever afterShe traced the curve of his smile with her thumb. Her dress hadn't been traditional, but he'd insited she was beautiful anyway. There were flowers in her hair, on her dress, and on the ground, and in her hands... it seemed like they were everywhere. Like the whole world had turned to flowers just for that day. He'd looked so handsom in his tuxedo, so proud.Happily ever after21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
They'd bought it for the day. He'd argued they should rent it, that it would be cheaper and that he'd never wear it again, but she had won in the end. It was still in the house somewhere. Probably stuffed away in a box or hanging in the back of a closet. She smiled to herself. He'd been right after all.
It hadn't been a big wedding. Neither of them had any family. It was just the two of them and a handful of friends. That had been alright with them. Their hands were clasped so tightly in the picture. She could almost recall the way her limbs had tingled with excitement when the officiant asked her if she would take this man, her And
HungHungHung20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pressure squeezed against his throat. It was tight. He could barely breathe. He let out a strained breath, trying to pull himself up, his feet kicking through empty air. He struggled to look up at the rock above him. He was dangling just below the overhang, his safety ropes tangled around his arms and neck. Oh, the irony. One of his hands was caught in the loop around his neck, allowing him to take the pressure off his throat. His other arm was tied somewhere behind him. He couldn’t climb back up. There was no way out of this. Not that he could see. However, he didn’t really feel scared; but then, he’d always been a bit of a daredevil. Maybe he’d always anticipated something like this happening?
The six year old boy had just as great a love for exciting things. People all label things differently. He said exciting, but all his mother would say was dangerous. He
One With The Wild: Part 2Her heartbeat started to thump unevenly; out of pattern. She tried to keep calm while the only sounds audible were the four legged beasts paws tearing through thin leaves and twigs and her rushed, anxiety-filled breaths.One With The Wild: Part 21 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her face was uncomfortable, pressed into the ground so low that her eyes spotted black ants or many coloured beetles scuttling through pepper mixed with cinnamon coloured ground.
She could suddenly feel the wolves presence next to her. She remained calm, channeling her connection with the flora and fauna of this abandoned yet glorious in its beauty.
The wolves gargling sounds came to a stop and so did her breathes. She lifted her head, believing the wolves had somehow recognised her. She opened her eyes, all her weight resting on the balls of her olive feet and she cried out in fright, suddenly being knocked back to the ground.
A hungry, sharp jaw launched itself onto her shoulder. She shrieked and cried out as the pain flooded through her like the river she had been p
individualityThere was once a girl who lived in a nation that assigned a number to each of its citizens for easy identification. This number was to be carried on their person at all times, by way of a locked wristband of sorts, not removable except by key. It prominently displayed the number that individual was assigned at birth, and there were to be no modifications made to the wristbands or numbers. Of course, humans age, and as the girl grew, she went through the standardized education system of that nation, always referred to as her number first and her name secondly by her educators. As she grew and graduated the standardized educational system, she immediately entered the workforce as did all others; occupations were chosen by way of an aptitude test. And she'd been chosen to be a member of the police force.individuality1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was an odd idea for her. As a child, she had been reprimanded more than once for trying to alter the wristband that displayed her number, by way of drawing on it or the like. "Artist
Weird... (Scarecrow)Weird... (Scarecrow)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
When Two-Face noticed one of his suit sets were missing, he looked around before chalking it up as lost and went about his day. Jervis Tetch was very unhappy when one of his absolute favorite tea sets went missing, checking a few old hideouts before sourly giving up a hopeless search. Edward Nigma interrogated everyone stuck in Arkham when a cane, a suit jacket and a bowler hat went missing, only to be interrupted by Harley who accused him of stealing her old hammer that went missing months back. Ivy chimed in that one of her favorite rare roses had also been stolen, and everyone who had something missing decided to meet up a few weeks later to go searching for them. Following Harley’s “babies”, the group came upon an old warehouse that was notorious for being the Scarecrow’s semi-permanent home.
“This can’t be right.” Harley whispered, staying close to Two-Face as the group snuck in.
“I agree.” Jervis squeaked, not very fond of the