The quiet gameQuiet day went on for Mrs.forhans, and it was a nice one at that until she remembered that she had some children to take care of. She had to watch six kids for detention.The quiet game7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Uugh, why me. Well hope they won't be bad k-who am I kidding...They're probably little monsters." she thought to herself.
She hoped she was wrong but then her door opened. The kids came in, about an average of 11. Out of four, is ones I know.
Leslie walked in with a cranky look on her face, Angela with a happy look, Naomi following Leslie, and Reginald dragging his feet in with the rest of the children.
"Soo how did you guys get here? Don't answer that, Naomi." Leslie questioned. "Dumb teacher caught me going to the bathroom without a hall pass. Up tight jerk..." Angela responded. "Didn't turn in my homework on time." Reginald replied.
"What about you, Leslie?" Angela asked.
"Ask Naomi." Leslie directed. "I did nothing but ask what's the answer to number 6." Naomi justified. "When we were supposed to be quiet!" "Yeah
sink<Kayxer> Ghost - After damn near passing out apon his return.... The days seemed to slip away, consumed by darkness andsink6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
dreams. Vague, and hardly readable. But obviously, they weren't pleasant. After sleeping away more than 30 hours straight,
he sprang up with a gasp. Eyes wide and hackles raised. Fear? Was this fear he displayed? The emotion it'self wasn't
foreign, but the act of it sure was. With a gasp of air he didn't realize he had been holding, the gray-scale dog
uprighted himself and mellowed.. Tummy growled annoyingly, and the tension it put his body through reminded him just
how badly he ached. With a grit of teeth he forced himself to a stand. Shakily, hobbling to right himself. He was stiff...
Slept to fucking long. Grumble grumble. After several steps towards the door, he finally got into a nice rhythm and
leisurely hobbled his way towards the stairs. Oi. Stairs..
<noshik> It became apparent he had no idea which way to travel, and was forced to slow to a halt an
A Christmas Carol of Damsel DilemmasThe Tale of Jacob MarleyA Christmas Carol of Damsel Dilemmas2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wasn’t a particularly nice person when I was alive. In fact, I was about as bad a person as you could find. I had many skills; extortion, blackmail, swindling people of their wealth, and I wasn’t above a bit of common thievery either. But my real speciality lay in kidnapping.
I became something of an expert in nabbing the cute daughters and glamorous wives of rich businessmen, grabbing them when they were unawares and taking them somewhere out the way while I waited for the ransom to be paid. I even grew highly skilled with my ropework, and I prided myself on an unblemished record of no escaped prisoners in my half a century of crime.
I sometimes wonder whether my old business partner Ebenezer Scrooge would have approved of my actions, but he was probably so busy earning his millions on the stock exchange that he likely wouldn’t have cared.
I remained undiscovered by the authorities and the press
Magic in Camelot: 1) A Long Awaited ReturnThe midday sun beat down as a young female traveled by herself down a dirt road. Her long blonde hair was partially braided, wrapping around her head, leaving the rest of it hanging free down by her hips. Her forest green dress was dirty with a few tears along the edge, a worn traveling pack hoisted on her back.Magic in Camelot: 1) A Long Awaited Return8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She trudged up the slope, and upon coming to the top she began to smile as she saw the familiar castle of Camalot. “…Home…” Satisfied after a long her long journey, to finally come to the one place that she had come to call home, she quickly made her way down the hill and followed the main road to the gate.
Reaching the gate she looked up at the slightly weather worn stone, glad to see the sun glinting off the whitish stone again. Not watching where she was going, she was snapped out of her thoughts as she bumped into someone, and in the process, dropping her pack.
“I’m sorry.” She quickly sputtered, kneeling down to retrieve her pack o
WWE and Sonic TLC Merrick vs Heath SlaterMerrick's entrance and finishersWWE and Sonic TLC Merrick vs Heath Slater4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hellraider Slam and Kato Lock(finishers)(Hellraider Slam is just a renamed Dark Fury Slam)
Heath Slater's entrance and finisher
We Are One(entrance)
Smash Hit DDT(finisher)
This is the first ever Steel Stairs match set for one fall.
Approaching the ring, being accompanied by Intercontinental Champion Bad News Barrett, David Otunga and Ryback, representing The Nexus, from Pineville, West Virginia, weighing 216 pounds, Heath Slater.
And his opponent, being accompanied by Misha, Seiki and The Shield, from Katomonoktros, Mobius, weighing 110 pounds, Merrick Armagarro Kato.
DING DING DING.
Here we are with our second match of the night, Merrick faces Heath Slater in the first ever Steel Stairs match, Merrick may be angry at Nexus for injuring Tails, but it was mainly Slater that injured him, Merrick really wants his revenge on Slater
OSD (please read description)Waking upon silence was a normal thing for me. I never liked being with people, it wasn’t like I didn’t like the company of others. I just didn't want them in harms way. After learning of solitude, I had always been alone.OSD (please read description)8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The hum of some machine woke me eventually. I sleep lightly and never rest well, but It had felt like I woke up from a coma. I reached up to scratch my head and felt bandages. The bandages had been recently put on, and below the my head must have bled. This explains why my memory is still hazy, but not why I had no clue where I was. Sitting up I let the sheet that covered me fall to my waist. My torso ached and it also was covered in bandages. These bandages, weren’t near as fresh and had new blood seeping through them. Disregarding the pain in my belly, I tried to get up, but the pain held me down. Trying again, this time slower, I lifted myself up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I started to observe my surroundings more carefully. Listening
Day 8 Prompt (Prompts for Pizza)"A character opens a chest. During the story, a character breaks something important to them. The story takes place in the summer."Day 8 Prompt (Prompts for Pizza)8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The raging sun burst forth from the stormy heavens and down upon the blood stained battlefield. There stood a mighty tower gleaming in the summer heat and before it rose a victorious warrior. His golden cape soared behind him as the brave soul approached the tower. The armor clanked triumphantly as the warrior engaged further. He paused a moment before the looming tower door, knowing he had succeeded in his quest, and slowly pushed open the gateway to his reward.
The tower's dark and musky interior could have driven out a hoard of trolls, but it did not phase the warrior. He studied the nearly empty entrance way, paved with blue-gray stone and dusty staircase that encircled the tower up to the top floor. The
Ani-Attak2012 __REQUESTED-ISH__Requested By: ButtZilliaAni-Attak2012 __REQUESTED-ISH__7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Whitney looked out the window to see a very special gift falling outside. Snowfall was not as rare for the Taiga Island biomes, but was still amazing to see, none-the-less. The white flakes looked beautiful falling down onto the forest green tree leaves, coating them in a powdery sugared dream. She stared out the window until a voice interrupted her.
"Whitney! You there??" The voice wrenched Whitney out of her doldrums, as a few knocks where heard on the front door. She ran towards the door, opening it. A girl with long, strait blond hair walked in, water slowly dripping from the locks of golden hair. Her jacket was dampened as well.
"Ani! I'm so glad you came for a visit! I-It means a lot to me!" Whitney stutters, hugging the soaked Ani. She sighed, and returned to standing upright. Whitney always had to stoop to hug Ani, for she was about three inches taller than her. Ani giggled, and took off her jacket,
Show TimeShow Time3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A smoke bomb was hurled on stage. The smoke bomb activated, filtering the atmosphere with swirling clouds of pink and obscuring the stage from view. When the fog dwindled and faded it revealed a young woman. She steered towards the front of the stage, hips swaying side to side. Each stride she took hosted an air of confidence. Her lips gleamed ruby red, twisting in a tiny smile. Glossy black waves framed her cheekbones and cascaded down to her waist. Her hourglass figure was enveloped in a glittery navy dress. She lifted her slender arms in a welcoming gesture.
"Hello everyone!" she greeted. Her sonorous voice boomed in mellow fashion and resonated within the auditorium. The audience applauded her notorious presence. Some hollered screams of delight and shrill whistles.
"Death, you're gorgeous!"
"You're so amazing!"
"We love you!"
When the thunderous claps and ardent rackets ceased, the woman resumed speaking. "Thank you, thank you! As you know, I am the one and only Death. I am
Do You Believe| Reader X Sanji The Straw Hat pirates had to stop off for supplies. Sanji had gone off in search of stock for the kitchen. He had just bought the last of what he needed when he overheard a conversation that peaked his interest.Do You Believe| Reader X Sanji53 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Have you been to Fox’s lately?”
“One of the chefs, I think her name is (Name), has the best all meat stir fry in the east blue. You have to try it.”
Sanji approaches the two men,
“What restaurant is this?”
MisguidedSarah’s and Nina’s bodies fell to the ground with a pulse-pounding thud. Isaac looked around and trembled. He kneeled down besides both of them and started to cry. A dark figure loomed over head. He smirked and began to walk away leaving Isaac to cry over the loss of his two friends. The city was destroyed, he was the only survivor of the Evergreen massacre of XX09.Misguided1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
~7 Years Earlier~
“Get down!” Isaac screamed as he pulled out a handgun in the middle of the café.
The crowd scurried to the ground as he walked closer to the undercover FBI agent. He kicked him and laughed. He looked around glaring at everyone and went back to point the gun at the police officer sobbing on the ground begging for forgiveness.
“Forgiveness? You think I should offer you forgiveness? As if! For so long all of you police officers have shot at us just for how we look at you. You attacked our loyal customers and now you beg for forgiveness. I don’t think so buddy, you
Majesty the princeAbout a girl who gets lost in her fairy talesMajesty the prince1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
About a girl who dreams upon a fairy tale prince
About a protective prince
And a little love one each side of the table
Tugged away in a village not too far away a girl sneaks out of her tent to roam around freely among the country men, ‘’oh how it must be to live among a prince to protect us’’ she smiled happily as she dreamed briefly. Overhearing a grumpy young man suck his breath underneath his lips at her in trying to force her away by all has failed as she was able to sneak away from the chillness of his eyes and away from her protester.
‘’ Girl get back here he cried I have no time to watch over you today, girl you are even more bothersome then the low village ranking then you were born from’’. Hearing this the girl kept her wits and kept going not caring for what he had to say putting him on stand still as she went further into the crowd. ‘’ Oh how beautiful it must be
The Piano's PulseHer adept fingers gracefully hovered over the ivory keys that shone white as polished bone under the soft warm light of the massive, overhanging chandelier, looming up above. Tentatively, yet with evident practiced confidence and finesse, she let her fingertips rest on the keys, savoring the touch, the feel of the cool, smooth marble-like texture, the shiver of mass potential and the elegance of the immense ebony instrument like molten obsidian lying dormant before her. The folds of her long shimmering dress cascaded like a silken, silver river only to pool in mildly turbulent, ever shifting, rippling whispers on the waxed wooden floor around her ankles and feet. Pearls like swirling grey drops of rain adorned her neck accompanied by the soft autumn brown waves that brushed the shore of her bare shoulders. The aged cast iron bell swaying over the archway, beyond the diversely colorful and serene garden in the vast, open courtyard, underneath the limp flag on a pole high above the restThe Piano's Pulse2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prompts for Pizza: Day 8 Michael opened the costume chest back stage, and started digging through it.Prompts for Pizza: Day 82 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate the summer. There are too many options to choose from," Michael complained over his shoulder towards Declan. Declan ignored him, happy in his crop-top sweater despite the heat. Michael turned back towards the chest and pulled out a set of leather lingerie. They might have been an option, but not when humidity was through the roof. He tossed them back into the chest and unceremoniously slammed the lid after it.
Emma poked her head into the men's dressing room. "Yoohoo, everyone's decent I hope?" She gave both males a smirk and walked in with her arms extended. In each hand she held an opaque costume bag. "I bring gifts."
Michael narrowed his eyes at her. Emma was not the generous type. "What did you do?"
The woman batted fake lashes at him. "I only splurged on new costumes for you both. They match and everything."
22They come from their houses and gather around the market to see and to hear the bells ring.224 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Literal Storm of TalentThe aromas of assorted coffees and syrups, the tacky photos of assorted locations, and the calls and conversations of assorted people. Such is the norm to be sensed by Mark, who comes to 'Villa de Bean' every day on his free time schedule, mainly for reasons not concerning the debatable delicious coffees and filling foodstuffs on offer in the shop. On a round table his blank sketching pad lay, the man staring at it, 2H pencil in one hand and his head rested on his perched elbow, for what most would consider to be a considerable amount of time. It was almost like a routine to him, paper staring included.A Literal Storm of Talent4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
During this time, he listened out for the random chats that people would have, like he always had, but found nothing of interest to him, or at least nothing he found he could execute well enough, in his subjective sense. Objectively, there were a few conversations that would provoke a stirring reaction from everyone else, from musing on the mathematical equations used in the making of t
Reindeer Roundup -- CupidThe sky outside was grey and white, washed out by snow and cold. The trees were being tugged at by lazy winds, which wrapped themselves around naked branches and shook with all their feeble might. Snow lay like a thick frosting on the ground, clean and smooth as a wedding cake as snowflakes continued to drip out of the sky, twirling and looping like sparrows in the wind, covering windows with cracked frost.Reindeer Roundup -- Cupid2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside, however, it was lovely. It was warm and comfortable, with a fire blazing brightly in a hearth which boasted it's Christmas stockings like purple hearts. The high, vaulting ceilings of this modest home were filled with warmth and yellow light, and music wafted through the air, riding gayly on the sweet scent of cookies and warm chocolate.
Noah spread himself out over his old suede couch, closing his eyes against the flashing faerie lights as Ether sniffed around the presents, trying to decipher which ones were hers. He let out a contented sigh and swung the crook of his
English Short StoryOn my HonorEnglish Short Story5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The day wound down as the police man rested his hat on to the table. His wife was away and would be gone for a couple nights, so the house was silent. He walked past the bedrooms, the doors semi-open. He walked past one, dolls lined up against the wall. He gulped and kept his face forwards not letting his glance move. He walked into the bathroom and headed straight to the sink. There he started to wash his face, waking him slightly from the sleep trying to pull him back.
He looked over at the stand of tooth brushes, only one lied there. There seemed to be an open space there. He had no idea why, but the nagging feeling of loneliness had been swallowing him for the past few days every time he walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was a mess. The sink was cracked, the shower had no curtain and the smell of mildew wafted from the corners.
He walked out down the desolated hallway again and into the kitchen. The kitchen was abandoned, the window was boarded up and the refrigera
Together Forever It was a cold fall in the year of the 18th Century, people of all kinds were preparing for the winter. The morning frost resisted until late at night. The house windows were covered in stylized flowers that went well with the fallen leaves from outside.Together Forever5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A little family, who just moved into an old house at the near of a busy town, were having their every noisy evening. The father along with his youngest daughter was just returning from the forest with tree branches to use for the fire. His name was Ronald; he was thirty-two of age, a blonde tall man with a small beard wearing the cheapest clothes. His daughter, named Sandra who was only seven years old, was helping him carry the heavy branches, out in the cold air; she was wearing a long robe, had green eyes and a light shade of brown hair. They arrived at the home they just moved in and found by the entrance, a statue which stood right before it. The statue was blocking the way; Ronald dropped the branches and went toward
Whirl vore storyContains soft vore. Don't like it don't read it.Whirl vore story6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the middle of winter, a Pokémon Trainer named Mike was walking through a forest, searching for more Pokémon to capture. Meanwhile Whirl, a Lugia that is twice as big as a normal Lugia had set-up a fire in the forest clearing he calls home. Mike caught a sent of smoke and headed towards the source of the smell.
Eventually He had found Whirl, with multiple layers of clothing and a scarf. "Thats unusual..." Mike thought to himself "That Lugia is huge.... and is wearing clothing? How strange..." Mike walked up to Whirl and poked his leg "H-H-Hello..." Whirl turned to face him "Oh hello there, I'm Whirl, your a Pokémon Trainer I assume?" Mike look startled "I-I-M Mike.... How did you know Im a Pokémon Trainer? Oh wait... Lugias are part Psychic type, duh"
"Its not worth trying to capture me, give it a shot" Mike tryed tossing a Pokéball at Whirl, but it had just bounced off "What the....?" Mike said