Nutritious EggsThe large coastal city of Slateport was bustling as always, with local residents and tourists from abroad walking the streets of the town, some viewing the sights such as the tall lighthouse to help ships at the expansive Hoenn sea and the Oceanic Museum that displayed exhibits on the hydraulics of water and the ships that traverse them. Others were down by the beach south of the city, watching their children from the shade of large parasols run around with their Pokemon on the sand, while a few were quenching their thirst at the hut on the beach with soda pops.Nutritious Eggs8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But the most important feature that was adding to this hustle and bustle was the market, stretching across a huge portion of the city, selling all kinds of exotic wares from all over, ranging from food to furniture. Adults and children alike walked down this paved street, browsing to find a steal, or looking for something new they haven't seen before. After all, the sellers that advertised their goods came from all over, from K
StalkerHave you ever heard of the term ‘God Complex?’ It’s a term given to one that believes he is god.Stalker6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why did I ask that question?
It’s because, right now, I am your god. And the best part of it?
You have no idea… yet.
Let me explain properly.
Three months ago, I was minding my own business when I saw you walking past me. I don’t know what it was but something drew me to you, the way you walked, the sound of your voice…
I had to have you. You would make a perfect addition to my family of ‘Pets.’
So from there, I did everything I could to find out about you. In this day and age, it was not difficult especially once I followed you home a few times.
One day, I got very lucky.
Do you remember the day that you dropped your wallet and a few hours later, it was posted through your letterbox by a kind individual?
That was me… once I had a few copies of your front door key made. After all, soon your home would be mine so it only made sense
The Blind Guardian (Fallon and Saurugol):iconredoo06: Fallon allowed his agile body to swerve through the other pack members of Havir. He could smell each distinct scent, but one stood out the most, Saurugols'. He approached the alpha with confidence, holding his head high. He was all proud and cocky, up until the moment he could hear the alpha breathing and was standing in front of him. Fallon paused, quickly lowering his stance to a better, safer state of submission. "I would like to talk to you...about Gaurdian duties..." He stammered quickly and shyly.The Blind Guardian (Fallon and Saurugol)6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
:iconwildfire-tama: It was a busy day in Havir. Pack mates were hurrying around camp, preparing for an upcoming storm that lingered on the horizon. Saurugol himself was busy moving a large branch from the camp’s floor to clear it way before it was hidden under the snow. He would not like a packmate to step or trip on the hidden object.
A snow white pack member made his way toward Saurugol, and the golden Alpha paused, placed the branch on the ground, and turned to fa
A Sea of WhiteA Sea of White8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky was clear and the sun was deceptively bright. One would have looked upon the view as if looking upon a canvas of sorts. There was not but warmth in the glow of the morning sun, and the sky was a sea of blue and puffy clouds. But to Clara, as she looked down from her window at the ground below, found a different sea…a white sea. The endless sea of white had enveloped the ground below like a great blanket. The green grass beneath seemed to have never existed, and as she lifted the window to get a better look, it greeted her with its bitter chill. Clara embraced it…rather she longed for it.
“It finally snowed!” She cried. With a mad haste, she leaped from her bed and dashed to her closet throwing on her jeans, a blue t-shirt, and grey heavy hoodie. As if a passing glance, she merely glanced at her hair in the mirror and ran a brush through it. Perhaps it was the force of habit that made her do this, but her mind was blurry at the moment…filled with th
Fated MeetingHatiMoonchaser said the following:Fated Meeting5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The white warrior shook his pelt as he pulled himself out of the wide river, spraying the bank around him with droplets of freezing water. On this side of the bank, he could already smell the scent markers. They were strong, as though this pack took their territory seriously. However, Hroarr knew better than to get his hopes up. There had been other packs with strong scent markers, and while each and every one had sent their strongest warriors against him, he had found them... wanting. He paid little attention to the warning against trespassers as he loped into the mountainous landscape. This was a harsh place to live... these wolves would either be strong or foolish.
Wildfire-Tama said the following:
Saurugol stalked through Havir, making his way toward the Great River. He let out a sigh, his breath throwing a billowing white cloud puffing from his mouth. He breathed in the cold air, freezing as the scent of an intruder entered his n
LIN 303: Basic Familiar MagicRazik was right on one count, for certain - Sinclair didn't have much of a relationship with his familiar. The bony little creature followed him around when he moved between his dorm room and the campus, but he didn't know much about it. Unlike other familiars he'd seen, it didn't seem capable of talking. It didn't even appear to have a bottom jaw, just the top, and large, sunken eyes. If he could trade it in for another familiar, he would, but Sinclair figured it was far too late in the game to think of such things.LIN 303: Basic Familiar Magic7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
While the blood demon didn't care much to compete against Neos (frankly, the thought of competition bored him in general, and no amount of riling up from Razik was going to change that), he did have questions about his familiar... namely, what use it was to him. It seemed like other familiars could speak or they could fight in some way, and mouths full of sharp teeth were generally required for fighting. His familiar had tiny claws on the end of its wings, but it would be
Dreams of Inner R'lyeh Part IIFrom: Roger GilmourDreams of Inner R'lyeh Part II7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Date: Friday, 26 December 2014, 8:12 pm
To: Pete Peterson; M59Gar; astoryofmyown
Subject: Returning a Cry for Help!
OK, first thing’s first: Pete, I’m sorry, I didn’t end up shooting myself after my first e-mail to you. I don’t know if you actually did what I requested of you, or if you even believed me. Hell, it’d be a miracle if you made it out of Bindoon alive after that thing landed! Congratulations if you did, disregard this e-mail if you’re dead. You can actually stop reading form this point if you want Pete, or read on if you’re interested.
Now, as for you guys, M59Gar and astoryofmyown, I’ve been reading up on your own situations, and M59Gar, I know you’re looking for more incidents to report on. Well, this happened to me a few days ago in my hometown of Bindoon, Western Australia, as told to Pete here:
The Grim Reaper - Meeting Grim*Warning, contains death and illness*The Grim Reaper - Meeting Grim7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cassandra wasn't surprised when she woke and saw her body still lying in the hospital bed. She knew it meant that she was no longer alive. The reason that she wasn't concerned or even the least bit surprised was that she has been suffering from a fatal illness over the past few months. Cassandra's death was bound to happen and she had accepted that fact a while ago. Unlike most, Cassandra was actually pleased to have passed because that meant she was able to now meet the Grim Reaper. She'd heard many stories of him, and in every single one, the Reaper was always alone. So Cassandra had decided to ask a few questions before her soul was to be collected by the man. She was quite certain that she would be one of the most cooperative souls he had ever collected. Cassandra turned when she heard the sound of footsteps echo off the pale white walls of her hospital room. A small smile graced her face when a man with deathly pale skin and blood red eyes ent
Outbreak of Pure Life: No HopeOutbreak of Pure LifeOutbreak of Pure Life: No Hope6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Urgh!!” Michael grunted, driving his weak body against the metal fire door. Hinges squealed loudly, the rust on them trying to prevent the door from closing, but the shark anthro’s desperation won out. It struck the frame hard upon shutting, clanking and echoing through the desolate parking garage, no doubt alerting more of the infected to his location. Barely a moment after the door shut, something on the other side slammed into it. Michael, too exhausted, didn’t flinch at the sudden impact. If the door was going to give out, there was nothing he could do but accept his fate. Inside the dark room, the sound from the blow was deafening, but the fire door held fast. The unknown assailant on the other side of the door howled in frustration at having lost its prey, striking the door several more times before seemingly giving up. Its voice, if one could call the animalistic screech a voice, sounded feminine, or at least it had been onc
NippohThe monstrosities that inhabit this strange planet take pride in many of their daily practices. Said practices are to be done at certain times throughout the period of time they associate with the word “week”. One of their most popular rituals occur at the conclude of their said “week” period, which is assumed to be some sort of grace period, at a large depository of some sort. The monstrosities here label this prideful activity of theirs as a conventional and effortless task. While their efforts of explaining such a task is questionable, one can still be appalled by the abnormality of it all.Nippoh7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The task begins with the “simplest” of ideas, in which topiary takes place. Varying colors and outlandish symbols litter the scrunched appearance of what a common object is to hold. They have stated how there is “never enough” of this odd form of topiary that they carry in their animal skins. To accompany these multiple vivid topiaries are these min
No. Ten - CovetCrave. Desire. Covet. I never understood what was the problem when someone yearned for something. Longed for someone. Normally, no one ever says anything…. So what was the harm?No. Ten - Covet2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, I was running an errand. As usual, no one really paid a second glance. Those who did went the other way to avoid the kid who looked as gloomy and dark as he felt. That’s when that child started crying.
He wanted something his mother couldn’t or didn’t want to buy for him. So he screamed and yelled. Shouting ‘I want it, I want it!’.
He had his heart set on it, and was harming others by his desire.
That was dangerous.
I understood that.
Which is why I never said anything about the things I yearn for. About the people I longed for.
As the mother carried her thrashing child out of the store, I saw something I hadn’t before. He was a child, so he was not embarrassed. Yet when he matures, he won’t be kicking and screaming for the things he wanted. Once he ga
HerzeleidDer Stich saß.Herzeleid6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Die Klinge bohrte sich tief in meinen Brustkorb. Nicht ganz mittig, leicht links, zwischen die vierte und fünfte Rippe. Und dort saß sie jetzt fest.
Es tat nicht weh, es blutete nicht einmal.
Wie denn auch, die Klinge war ja nicht echt.
Es fühlte sich eher so an, als ob die Klinge mein Herz einfror, so, als ob es zusammenschrumpfte und langsam zum Stillstand kommen würde. Wie erstickt. Geschrumpelt wie eine Traube, die man trocknete.
Schockgefrostet – wie passend.
Während mein Herz zu erfrieren schien, spürte ich, wie Hitzewellen über meinen Körper liefen, wie ich schwitzte. Als ob flüssiges Blei über meinen Körper gegossen würde, so schwer und heiß waren meine Glieder. Es wunderte mich beinahe, dass die beiden mich nicht sahen, mein Kopf musste glühen.
Nur da, wo die Klinge steckte, da war es kalt.
Und so starb ich in just diesem Moment einen schrecklichen Tod.
Es war anders als der Tod ein
Purple nightA little girl in a white one-piece dress walked through a seemingly endless field of flowers while picking up the prettiest ones she could find.Purple night43 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young Sorano turned around and saw a woman with long mint colored hair in a white robe looking at her with a warm smile.
She stood in front of her and extended the flowers she picked up towards the woman.
‘Mommy! Look how many flowers I found, they’re so pretty!’
The woman kenneled and caressed the flowers with her fingers.
‘They’re very pretty’
Sorano made a big smile and sat down with her mother, who used the flowers to make a crown for her.
Sorano’s mother brushed her daughter’s hair while she stared at the clouds. After a moment of silence, Sorano lowered her head and looked at the floor with a sad expression.
‘Mom, why is everyone so mean to me?’
Sorano’s mother looked down with a concerned expression.
‘What do you mean?’
EcHoEcHo23 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
~.:The clock stopped ticking forever ago. How long have I been up? I don't know. I can't get a grip but I can't let go ... There wasn't anything to hold onto, though.
Why can't I see?! Why can't I see all the colors that you see?! Please, can I be?! Please, can I be colorful and free?!
What the hell's going on, can someone tell me, please?! Why I'm switching faster than the channels on TV? I'm black, then I'm white, no! Something isn't right! My enemy's invisible, I don't know how to fight. The trembling fear is more than I can take, when I'm up against the echo in the mirror. Echo!
I'm gonna burn my house down into an ugly black. I'm gonna run away now, and never look back.
I'm gonna burn my house down into an ugly black. I'm gonna run away now, and never look back.
I'm gonna burn my house down into an ugly black. I'm gonna run away now, and never look back.
And never look back.
Dark Aura Lord's historyDark Aura Lords.Dark Aura Lord's history6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
After Giratina learned of the Aura Lords, he decided to make the dark Aura Lords, so he took a rogue group of Aura Lords and gave them dark powers. The Dark Aura Lords left the Aura Lords and fled to a planet known as Darfrian. There they established the Dark Aura Lord Empire. The Dark Aura Lords began conquering worlds, this caught the attention of the AUra Lords, and by using the Aurafrian stones, the Dark AUra Lords were imprisoned. But the Lock was destroyed after the AUra War II and they went to war against the Aura Lords causing AUra War III. When the Dark Aura Lords were going to win, John stepped in and annihilated both races and leaving very few survivors.
The remaining Dark Aura Lords went into hiding, to grow their army. Many years later, the Dark AUra Lords returned and went to war against the Aura Lords and started the final Aura War. The outcome of the War was victory for the Aura Lords, and the Universe was at peace. Legends say that the Dark
Adetunji's Wrath (Malika and Saurugol):iconwildfire-tama: Saurugol made his way down the shore of the Great River, his amber eyes scanning the rushing water as it swept toward the sea. High tide had just passed on this cloudy afternoon and already the strong smell of the tidal creatures hung in the air. But Saurugol had never minded the smell; it was something he had grown up with. He and his childhood friends had often played in the slow-moving river during low tide when the river was at its most gentle. But he had to admit, as he had grown up he found this place less and less enjoyable. The marshy ground was more of a nuisance than a toy, especially mixed with the ice and snow from a flurry that had passed through this morning, and the strong smell of the sea and tides masked the scents of the surrounding borders.Adetunji's Wrath (Malika and Saurugol)6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But luckily the undergrowth was sparse and so sharp eyes usually sufficed in keeping this border safe. And Saurugol had another pair of eyes with him this afternoon; Malika, a Guardian of Havir. Saurugol truste
Hunter from the Gods (Orion and Saurugol):iconSilentCola: 'Is it nearing nightfall so soon...?'Hunter from the Gods (Orion and Saurugol)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Orion lifted his weary head, watching the last rays of sunlight begin to slip away beyond the horizon. The nearby mountains had an ominous red glow about them, as if there were an evil presence watching the young wolf. Turning his head away, Orion focused on the smells around him, furiously ignoring the intense hunger that had begun to gnaw at his belly. Taking a few more steps, the young wolf sunk into the light layer of snow that coated the ground, curling his tail around his paws.
'Adehalomano, I need your guidance... I'm starving... I must find a way to survive, if only to serve you longer,' he prayed desperately, his head bowed low. It had been several nights since he had last felt the taste of blood and bone on his tongue, and he was feeling weaker and weaker on his feet as the hours passed. Surely... Surely he was not destined to die so young? So alone?
Ready to give up, he suddenly scented something. A deer, upwind of him a
The New Hunter (Phoebe and Saurugol):iconDensetsu-Blood: Phoebe padded through the conifer forest. She raised her head and sniffed her surroundings, the smell of the pine wood made her felt comfortable. It was like her birth pack but now her mind was busy finding any wolf marks. She had scented one recently but now the trace was gone.The New Hunter (Phoebe and Saurugol)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Maybe I'm lost" she whispered for herself wondering if her nose wasn't lying. No, It wasn't, there must be a wolf somewhere hiding in the pine trees. She stopped for a moment and narrowed her eyes.
:iconwildfire-tama: Saurugol had been stalking through the shadowy grounds of the Black Forest, his sharp amber eyes narrowed as he patrolled his border. Although he knew his pack disliked when he put himself at risk patrolling the border alone, Saurugol knew that he had the Gods on his side. The golden male had trained tirelessly for years to become a fit Alpha for Havir, and he knew that there was not a force on this Earth that he could not handle.
The scent of an intruder sent the Alph