Paper Scars - Zeke and CricketThroughout the night, Zeke had been tossing and turning restlessly. He no longer dreamed, as it was all nightmares now. It caused him to be slow and tired throughout the day, but nothing particularly exciting was happening today. Cats passed by, patching up camp and keeping watch for fires. Everything smelled of smoke, but it didn't bother the white tom too much. His paws worked steadily on his current craft, gently caressing the flexible bark. Zeke's eyes flickered from the strip of bark to the blue sky above, getting easily distracted by the clouds. They held no promise for rain, but the sight of fluffy white clouds made a smile curve onto his muzzle. The gentle giant laid down, rolling over onto his side right in the middle of camp.Paper Scars - Zeke and Cricket4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yawning lazily, Zeke nudged his unmade craft to the side, closing his eyes and letting the warm sun wash over him. Most cats hated the sensation, as it just added to the heat of flame. But Zeke would love the feeling even on the hottest day of summer. Fl
100 Theme Challenge - Alone (38)"Look, I've got to take you to a bar sometime. Tell you what, once you're of legal age to drink, I'll take you to the nearest one, okay? Drinks'll be on me."100 Theme Challenge - Alone (38)4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sure thing! I won't be forgetting this though, so you'd better keep to your word!"
She pushed open the door, shoving past the few people who happened to be in her way, sliding into the first seat at the bar counter she saw available.
"I'd like a Beer." She almost took out the money from her wallet, but she paused, head snapping up once more, "actually, make that a double."
She paid for her drink, and the two glasses were slid over to her soon enough. The bar wasn't as busy as other days - There were quite a few empty seats around. Looking at the seat that was right beside her, she shifted one of the glasses to the unoccupied space beside her.
Diamond's twenty-first birthday, that meant she'd be legally allowed to enter a bar and drink.
"Drinks'll be on me." Clove sighed, giving a small smile, before clinking the glass i
The Knight of JestsI hesitate, as I grasp my sword. My opponent charges, unsheathing a great sword from its scabbard. I yank my slender long sword sword free from its sheath and parry "THWANG!" is the sound I hear as our blades collide. I stare into the narrow eye slit of my opponents great helm. I see blackness staring back at me. He swings again, and I dart away from the plate clad behemoth as I hear him utter a low growl of frustration.The Knight of Jests6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He charges. I parry. He charges. I parry. A long bit of silence is around us as the crowd watching gazes upon us.
He charges again. I dodge and knock his helm with the pommel of my sword, sending him staggering away with ringing ears. "respite!" I hear him call. I nod to him and he retreats to end of the arena as I retreat to the opposite side. I take off my helmet, allowing the fresh air to flow over my face. I gaze upwards, towards the face of a young woman looking down upon me. She looks worried I give her a re assuring smile.
The lady Margret she is called, and no
Little firesThe dusky yellow queen was perched atop a rock, claws fitting snugly into the grooves in the whitish-gray surface. Her ears pricked at the sound of squealing kittens, and the bandaged head swung toward the source of the clamor.Little fires6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do it again!" A shrill voice begged. Sonia's eyes were stretched wide.
Her creamy brown-furred sister shoved her aside, planting a forepaw on her littermate's face, somewhat muffling a loud squeak of "Emberkit! Get off of me!". "Please, Uncle Benjamin? Pleassssseeeeeeee?"
A familiar, somewhat-raspy purr sounded. "Well...One more time wouldn't hurt." He pointed his tail at each of the kits in turn. "Remember, don't touch."
Several furry, multicolored heads nodded. "We know." The assembled kittens-except Zayn, who wasn't keen on speaking his mind unless he felt he absolutely had to, he just nodded-chorused.
The blue warrior took a breath, closing his eyes briefly. It took only a few heartbeats for a reddish-orangeish flame to appear on his outstretched paw.
03. When it Rains... Sometimes, the weather just sucks. Pausing under an awning, I open up my backpack and look inside. With a sigh of relief, I zip it back up. “Good,” I mutter, looking down the street at the next shelter from the rain. “Of course, we are having a concert today. And of course, the professor needs the music at the hall, but he could have given me something else to carry them in.” Waiting for a let up in the torrential downpour, I look around at some of the others caught in the storm without umbrellas or raincoats. When I hear it lighten up, I sprint, running for the next cover.03. When it Rains...7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arriving at the bus stop shelter, I look at the street sign. “Okay, two more blocks to the concert hall,” I say, breathing heavily. “That’s... what, two, three more sprints at most?”
“Excuse me.” Turning to face the sourc
Smart WaterEvery morning, before he leaves for work, my husband Caleb pulls a bottle of kiwi-and-strawberry-flavoured Smart Water from the fridge. Chock-full of vitamins, minerals, and other additives to keep his health up and improve cognitive performance, he survives on it rather than proper food. Of course, he eats. Breakfast and dinner only, though, and not much of either. Instead, he fills himself up on low-calorie Smart Water, giving him just enough energy to get through the day.Smart Water2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's no wonder why he's so damn skinny.
I don't know how he does it. Before I fell pregnant with our twins, Rowan and Liam, I was skinny myself. But I'd fought for that skinny body - raised by big eaters, I'd had a near-insatiable appetite of my own. Suffering hunger pangs to keep my calories down, and horrible cravings as I denied myself all of my favourite unhealthy snacks, I worked out religiously to earn a body that most girls would die for. Announcing the pregnancy, everyone said that now I had an excuse to ea
Confliction ReligionEnglish 461 short storyConfliction Religion8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Claire jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped in the driveway, but she forgot that she didn't have the house key. It was on the keychain with the car keys that Rick had. Claire now stood at the front door waiting for Rick to get out of the car, get his briefcase out of the back seat, and finally start walking over to the house. It didn't help her mood to wait on him. Claire glared at him as he unlocked the door. He didn't look up at her as he pushed it open and stood out of the way so she could go in first.
“I want to change clothes. I'm sweaty and I feel gross. Let me do that just leave me alone for a few minutes,” Claire said as she brushed past him. Rick either didn't hear her or didn’t' care because Claire could hear him following right behind her to their bedroom.
They had just come from church where it had been unbearably hot, as usual. Claire asked Rick once why he kept the heat so high in the sanctuary. H
Running at The Edge of the WorldThe steel rain pattered metallicly on the steel roof. The streets smelled of decay. The clean mountain air contrasted with the fires of heavy industry. In fact, the entire valley rung with the rhythm of the hundred ton hammers in the great steel mills. And this scum was the highlight of the lower city. The workers lived in the type of poorly planned neighborhoods that only lazy corporate bureaucracy could create. Here resided the factory workers, civil services, and what little middle class the isolated mountain town contained. But at least those houses wouldn’t collapse under the weight of heavy winters; some of the foremen’s families even had (marginal) heating. These were the lucky ones, as those without steady jobs were relegated to a slum on the west ridge of the valley. This held the rejects of the city. Organized crime ran the place and life came cheap, everyone was just trying to avoid angering anyone to important. There was plenty of mobility from these castes; wheRunning at The Edge of the World6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Maybe.'"Hi!"'Maybe.'7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ugh." was Maddison's response to her annoying neighbor Geoffrey. She glared at him. "I have made it clear like 87 times that I don't like you. Why do you still bother??"
"Because I like you." he replied, smiling innocently. "And you just wont give me a chance!"
Maddison rolled her eyes. "I wont give you a chance, because I can tell what kind of guy you are." she said, and he looked at her intently. She sighed. "Look, I know you have a crush on me, and it's not happening."
"Oh... It was that obvious?" he responded, running a hand through his black hair sheepishly, and she nodded. "Well then... Could we try being friends at least?"
"Maybe." She replied, closing her apartment door and walking past him.
"Hey, wait up!" He said, jogging to catch up with her. "So, maybe? What does 'maybe' mean in this context?"
"Maybe means maybe, dumbass." She said, walking faster, growing tired of talking to him. He began walking in-step with her again, and she growled under her breath. She halted,
Red Intent. Words are a hard thing to put to the events that led to the destruction of the world. There’s no more than a random flirtation of distant memories that danced behind veiled fans all the way to the parapet of the now, my functioning mind. Do they leap, shrieking at the hopelessness of it as they fall? Do they surrender to a besieging enemy, giving false testimony on the passage of time? Or do they defend themselves? Do they take up the weapons of the fallen soldiers fire upon the enemy? I do not know, any longer. It is just as likely that they fire upon me then upon any enemy of mine.Red Intent.2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
All I can think of is the ache of fingers upon stiff keys. Piano? Typewriter? Console? I’m no longer sure, my memory of such things no more than a thin fog dissipating with the rise of the sun. But the events must be recorded. As they happened. And so I type. I type with the hope of truth. The truth of the Event. I knew those people. I knew the one. His intention. I
Dumb cats being...dumb cats.His typical exercise routine was just a bout or two (or three, or seven, etc.) of rough mating. And that had been scarce lately due to what he deemed his new 'job', leaving the old cat needy and snappier than usual, although you couldn't really tell, even if you had known him for seasons. Needless to say, the dark warrior wasn't very used to running long distances chasing after others, although he certainly had WindClan blood, not to mention the legs for it. Duncan shuffled around in the dirt beneath him in a feeble attempt to make himself more comfortable underneath the metal belly of the run-down monster. It didn't really work. Icy eyes narrowed, the heat-blurred figure of the stocky gray and white tomcat.... Sootcloud, was it?-lapping water several foxlengths away from him barely moving. It had been less than a moon since the small tabby who called himself Volestar and his group of so-called warriors had moved into the old ThunderClan territory, claiming that StarClan had called theDumb cats being...dumb cats.6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dream Diary II - Beer BellyHands strapped to the chair, I began to contemplate whether or not this was a good decision. Truth be told, if I was sober, I never would have done it. Playing truth or dare whilst inebriated is a bad decision, no matter how innocent the company you keep is. But with my friends? Ha! Though they love you, they'll do anything to make you suffer.Dream Diary II - Beer Belly7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
When we play truth or dare, we have a rule. No more than three truths, or three dares, in a row. After expending my trio of truths for this round, I had to choose dare. They decided, since I hadn't been drinking much throughout the night, to get me wasted.
One grabbed a funnel and a tube, while another grabbed a keg. The third - a "professional" bartender - hooked the tube up and placed the funnel in my mouth. With the keg perched on the bench, therefore above my head, all they had to do was flick the tab and let the beer flow.
"You ready?" they asked. Taking as deep of a breath as I could, I nodded. Within seconds, the beer was flowing.