Author of Allegory: Part 1I began writing this project immediately after the ordeal with the crowns and mites. That whole two-month long experience took a whole lot out of me, and made me yearn for a time when I could be myself, and add some imagination to my life. I hadn’t fully expected it to be so draining, but, then again, I hadn’t predicted that the entire thing would be as long as it was. I had thought it would blow over in a couple of weeks at the most. And yet, it had lasted for two whole months.Author of Allegory: Part 111 hours ago in Short Stories
But what I wasn’t prepared for, even more than the rigor of that search, was for the immense amounts of boredom that resulted afterwards. I became immediately aware of the reason hat Arthur had insisted we begin another quest. After so long of working productively with a specific purpose, it was hard to go back to just doing nothing. So, after a couple of weeks of milling about and trying to do a couple of different things, I made the decision. I would write again.
My last book, Influence, had
Death Battle Sale #2Death Battle Sale #211 hours ago in Short Stories
THEY HAVE EVERYTHING THEY WANT: TIMMY TURNER VS JOHNNY TEST
LITTLE GREEN FIGHTING MACHINES: YOSHI VS TREEKO
WHY ARE THEY IN SMASH?WHY ARE THEY HERE?: VILLAGER VS WII FIT TRAINER
THE CLASSIC GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE...OR DOG AND DUCK?: TOM AND JERRY VS DUCK HUNT DUO
TECHNOLOGY'S THEIR SOLUTION: GIZMO VS PERIDOT
YOU'RE A KID NOW,YOU'RE A SQUID NOW,YOU'RE A POKEMON NOW: INKLING VS SWAMPERT
THE TRICKSTER VS THE TRICKED: HARRY AND MARV VS JERRY THE MOUSE
US VS THEM: PIXELS VS HOSTS
Iris Kyle vs Heather ArmburstIris Kyle vs Heather ArmburstIris Kyle vs Heather Armburst7 hours ago in Short Stories
Ref Kimberly Rogers is already in the ring awaiting the two superstars to do battle, Heather comes out first in a orange leotard with knee high orange leather boots.
Heather flexes her muscles on the ramp then she walks down from behind comes running out is Iris in a silver leotard and she attacks Heather from behind.
Iris picks up Heather and does a DDT on the ramp, Iris does a right bicep pose, tells the crowd look at this loser, Iris then kicks Heather in the ribs and picks her up and places her over her shoulder.
Iris is carrying Heather the rest of the way to the ring throws her through the ropes then gets in the ring and tells ref Kimberly to count this chump out.
Ref Kimberly calls for the bell to ring as soon as it does Iris pins Heather ref Kimberly counts 1,2 Heather lifts her left shoulder up, Iris has a surprised look on her face then she yells at Kimberly saying that was a 3 count.
Iris saids I just dish out more punishment to this wanna be to
Hunting With Giants: Tundra Pursuit Two dires paced across the sparse landscape, their movements in tandem despite the near half-mile space between them. Around the two brothers three other tokotas loped along. To the far right of the group Azatu, a brown half-mane female glared at her surroundings, ears flipping back and forth she rose her head every time there was a shift of movement in the air, searching for any sign of the group’s prey. This time they were on the hunt for caribou, the ungulates were preparing to head south for autumn nearly upon the land, but despite the massive herds they had began to form, it was still no easier to try and find them.Hunting With Giants: Tundra Pursuit8 hours ago in Short Stories
Behind and to the far left of the rest of the group a brown female named Chrysaetos loped along easily, relishing a brief breeze that ruffled the thick fur around her neck. Grinning seductively she fluttered her eyes at the short, stocky male who was keeping a keen eye o
The Hunter Becomes the HuntedThe Hunter Becomes the HuntedThe Hunter Becomes the Hunted9 hours ago in Short Stories
Nikki, Anna, and Cato (Handlers)
The thunderous roars that sounded throughout the night were daunting, even to the strongest of hearts. Nizhoni, who was often so relaxed and tolerant, was trembling beside Cato, which was something he could not necessarily ignore. As much as he was not accustomed to a tribe environment and a camp where everyone knew one another, he felt safe enough to at least spend the night and escape the idea of traveling within the midst of the downpour and lightning that would follow. It was something he was mostly doing on a whim, but perhaps a whim would give him a chance to explore more into the life of the Issoratuyok tribe he had heard about for its nomadic qualities and strong leadership. And after mee
Toad and toadette's explosive bouncing(Here u are inflat a toad!)Toad and toadette's explosive bouncing11 hours ago in Short Stories
one day in the mushroom kingdom ,
toad and toadette were looking for a new way to have fun
toadette:ya know toad I am going to the store today to buy some hoppers
so the two went to the local toy store and bought hoppers
the clerk was even nice enough to let them inflate them
clerk: try our bigger balls too
they put them in their panties where they could touch the handle
they then inflated them
they decided to bounce on it when the ball was fully inflated
when done they tested the bounce
toad bounced on it get ting higher in his bounces unaware toadette had over inflated her hopper
when toad bounced the highest he could
*Boom* toadette's first bounce resulted In the ball popping
todette:nee hee that's fun!
toad: let me try that!
toad puts the nozzle of the inflation majig into the hopper hole and places the ball over it and sits down and bounces until
toad: that is fun!
Nameless"Because I couldn't give up" whispered the girl lying in the corner. She looked like an airly thrown doll of a child who suddenly stopped playing with it. But this particular doll was red. Wet in her own blood.Nameless7 hours ago in Short Stories
She knew these were probably her last moments. Maybe it's better this way? Nobody missed her anyway. It's better if she remained the Nameless for the rest of the world. The one who means nothing to them. Because if she passed away, nobody would suffer.
Nameless' former friend, Tom, sat next to her.
"You never gave up. You shouldn't do it this time either" he said in a strangely tearful voice she didn't catch.
Tom grabbed her hand. He knew the Nameless wouldn't live. Nobody could withstand something like this. And it's too late for any help.
The girl smiled a little at his words.
"I know. I won't make it this time" she replied, closing her emerald eyes. She could feel she had little time.
"Please, stay. You can't leave me like that" said Tom, and gripped her hand tighter. It surp
Hunting Lessons (Samwell and Alvaro):iconWildfire-Tama: Samwell crouched, his amber eyes narrowed and fixed straight ahead, at where a rabbit rustled in the undergrowth. He crept forward and then leaped with a snarl, his large, clumsy paws hitting the ground as the rabbit sprang out of the way. Sam gave chase, but it was long a lost cause.Hunting Lessons (Samwell and Alvaro)9 hours ago in Short Stories
The young male let out a snort of frustration, sitting down on his rump. It had been a long day of hunting, and he had caught nothing. Absolutely nothing. He was a disgrace. He lifted his muzzle to the sky, wishing that his sister Alexis was here to help, as the talented she-wolf often had when they were cubs. Or his sister Sophie, sure to drag him out of this slump with her playful antics. But they both were long gone, leaving him behind. Never had the juvenile felt so alone. ”Why can’t I do anything” he groaned in dismay.
:iconDragFairy: The sun had begun to make its descent from the sky, but would still linger for a few more hours above the forest's h
ChildhoodIn the large room the little girl sat in the chair beside her mother, her legs kicking absently as the older woman spoke to someone the toddler was unable to see over the large table. She glanced around in search of something to do and when she caught sight of a figure outside the door she cooed happily and crawled from the chair.Childhood10 hours ago in Short Stories
She toddled from the room, one hand at her lips, her finger in her mouth. She cried out quietly as she stepped from the door. "Onm..." She tried but with her hand in the way the sound was muffled, undetectable. The figure kept walking and the three year old whined. "Onm!" She cried a bit louder. She turned and hurried after him. Halfway down the hall she fell with a thud. After a moment of silent shock she let out a strangled wail.
The figure down the hall jumped in surprise and turned to look at her. The toddler only wailed harder, wiping at her eyes with chubby fists. The figure rushed over, frowning. The toddler whimpered and looked up as she moved enough
The Thirteenth HourThree days and about an hour remain of the year 2012 of the Common Era, when a young night security guard called Jamie walks through the doors of a small concert venue in a part of a city long forgotten by “civilised” society. Well, it is remembered via numerous ghost stories, a few parables about the pure horror that is called modern living; and through a handful of rants about the ills of capitalism, usually spoken by the descendants of those whom wantonly won the American Dream decades ago.The Thirteenth Hour11 hours ago in Short Stories
Jamie doesn’t want to be at work, but she feels a yearning to get more cash to fuel the end of the Earth activities that she and her friends were currently partaking in, because they wanted to do something to celebrate the ending of b’ak’tun 13, which was going to end the world. They were ready for the end with their alcohol, and other drugs, and opted to continue the party for the 12 days of Yule that Jamie likes to celebrate every year. She usually held her parties
Necessity.WARNING: This story heavily implies very gruesome acts. Reader discretion is advised.Necessity.4 hours ago in Short Stories
This was what I wrote for my QCS (Queensland Core Skills) Writing Task. Within a two hour period, we are given a topic and a sheet full of stimuli to respond to it. We can use any genre (essey formats, how-to's, short stories, you name it) except for poetry. This is because the word limit has to be within 500 - 700 words.
I chose the short story format, as you can probably see. More notes are the bottom in the description. I hope you enjoy it.
Subject: "What feeds us."
Stimuli: "After all, it was just food, wasn't it? Just food."
"Out identity is found by our genetic makeup. The experiences of our forbearers, combined with that of our own, make us into who we really are."
The genetic makeup of a dragon is slightly different to that of your average creature. While influenced by their forbearers biological blueprints, another factor of th
[PKMN-DW] VindictiveThe mischievous li'l boogers ran around like the lightning bolts their species would probably be expected to have dominion over. The walls bled with golden ichor inflicted by the Elekid that ravaged the town. It didn't make the town look nicer, but it wasn't uglier, either. In fact, the mayor needed to loosen up and let them have their fun. It added to the aesthetic of the town. It gave it a distinctive look that wouldn't be matched by any other city in the waking world, possibly. (Macavity wouldn't know; that hadn't been able to explore much of Unova, much less the rest of the world. But they could make a guess.)[PKMN-DW] Vindictive11 hours ago in Short Stories
And yet, it wasn't shocking when the Elekid attacked the bystanding cat, snickering as they ran away.
Macavity scowled as they rubbed the sore area. Such an action should have been expected from those scoundrels, but it wasn't a problem until it hurt them directly. They summoned their vindictive claws and pounced on the offender that just shocked them.
Five minutes later, Mac
The Last Ship 2~ Chapter 11Chapter 11~ ValkyrieThe Last Ship 2~ Chapter 1111 hours ago in Short Stories
Nathan hated her! He hated the woman who had framed him for murder. Approaching the oil rig he was ready for battle, he was ready to take her on! He didn't realize how costly this battle would be.
His away team led by his captain surrounded the rig before boarding. No one except her, Val, was found. Val tried to escape and from there things went sour.
First a civilian yacht fired a RPG at the oil rig, rupturing gas lines. Then the thing blew up. Then at 3 people were KIA. And then Captain Chandler collapsed. Captain Chandler...
Nathan was surprised at the regret he felt. Regret, fear, pain at what he'd said and done to that man before this mission. He regretted it all, and now he feared he'd never have a change to atone for it. Thank Poseidon for Dr. Scott. Her quick thinking may've saved Chandler's life.
Speaking of Chandler, Nathan's son managed to wriggle his way around the flight deck until Slattery picked him up and moved off into a corner so he wouldn't get u
Crowns and Mitres: Part 3That next morning, Arthur woke up with exhilaration.They finally knew what they needed to know. He assumed, as would be reasonable top some in such situations, that the next step that the group would need to take was to begin to attempt to find these hats. They would go out questing, and he knew at this would make him unendingly happy. He was sure of it. He sprang out of the bed, and all but ran into the kitchen area.Crowns and Mitres: Part 311 hours ago in Short Stories
In the kitchen, everyone was standing around, or milling about, or sitting down eating breakfast. None of them seemed to be quite as excited about the information that they had discovered as Arthur was. Arthur sat down at the table, and within a few seconds, there was a plate of pancakes in front of his face. He prepared to eat them, although he was sure that they oddly be gone in a few seconds due to his ravenous hunger. And yet, before eh could even take one bite, he stopped, and looked over at the rest of the people in the room, confused.
“So what do we do now?
Author of Allegory: Part 2I knew what came next. I would have to sit time and spend time looking over my draft for basic edits that I needed to make, and then, after typing those up, I would have to give the draft to a couple of people to have them edit. I’ve never been very good at edits, and they are very hard to focus on, but, for these, I was particularly determined to do as well as I could. I was going to get this done with an amount of regularity or so help me god.Author of Allegory: Part 211 hours ago in Short Stories
I sat myself down and forced myself to edit. It was much harder than sitting down and forcing myself to write, but it wasn’t particularly difficult from a logistics standpoint. We were locked in a sort of stalemate with pour enemy, where neither of us knew enough about how to proceed to harm the other, so most of our days were spent either milling about our various houses, or Conrad’s apartment, where we would all meet. So, instead of spending the time I would normally have spent checking the internet, I simply used my interne