[L-D] :Cheshire Wolf: What Did I Say About Strays?Kye[L-D] :Cheshire Wolf: What Did I Say About Strays?1 day ago in Short Stories
Tetsu walked down the road to the bar, hammered for yet the second time since he ran into Coric after seven years. As he continued down the road, he noticed a small box and looked at it, wondering what it was doing there until his eyes met with a tiny black kitten. "Oh, hello there kitty. What're you doing in a box all alone?" He said kneeling down and picking it up. "me and you are the same, both without a family...k! Ive decided! You're coming home with me!" He said looking around to make sure Coric wasn't around before he stuck the small kitten in his shirt, starting off towards the club again. When he made it there, he walked into the break room and didn't see Coric there, so he went and grabbed a few more drinks. "Ahhhh, that hit the spot!" He said as he sat and put his drink down on the table.
Coric sighed as he walked back towards the break room, pulling his hair out of the small bun he'd tied it into. "Damn drunkards." He muttered rubbing his cheek where'
After Giving ThanksAfter Giving Thanks23 hours ago in Short Stories
“Mom, that has to be the best Thanksgiving dinner ever!”
“You say that every year, Erin,” Janna Keith said as she cleared the last of the dishes from the table, “but I guess it is special this year – the first one you had to come home for.”
Janna was in her late forties, and was wearing a grey dress with a low cut front, and a pattern of light grey links over the dark grey fabric. The skirt of the dress came down to just above her knees, and it had a thin strip of black silk round the waist, secured with a fake bow at the front. Under the dress, she was wearing a pair of dark grey tights, with long black leather boots over her lower legs.
Like her mother, eighteen year old Erin had long blonde hair, although hers was a light shade than that of Janna. A freshman student, she was wearing a charcoal grey sweatshirt, black leggings and knee length tan leather boots with long zips on the inside.
“Right,” her father said
Cave Wondering how I missed this cave when I looked around just moments earlier, I went to see the source of this strange light. It clearly didn't come from a fire, and I didn't think it came from a normal lamp too. It was just too shiny but not blinding enough for that. When I passed the threshold, the light came from a little tunnel in the wall. But when I looked from outside it seemed to come from a larger source.Cave19 hours ago in Short Stories
I looked back at Yori, he was still asleep. I pondered if I should wake him up but decided against it. He was worried enough about our situation, I didn't want to add to his misery with my whim. I entered the tunnel, following the light and my curiosity.
The glow seemed to retreat as I approached, but brightened when I stopped or tried to go another way. I was clearly meant to follow. I did so until I finally reached a large and empty cavity.
The light came from a painting on a w
Shouldn't have assumed I walked into class and took my seat next to my friend, Martha. I wasn’t as graceful as most students so I kind of, tripped into the table and it hit my side. I gripped my right side and slid into my seat. Before I knew it, a new student I had never seen before walked into the room. She held her binder closely to her chest as if it was going to fly away. Martha meant to bump my shoulder, but somehow missed because it’s just my luck, and elbowed me in “the right one”. I yelped and crossed my arms. “What?” I whispered quite harshly, my voice is a bit higher due to the pain in my right side area. “Look at the new girl. What do you think of her?”Shouldn't have assumed22 hours ago in Short Stories
“Elbowing me in the boob was worth asking me a question about what I think of a girl I’ve never spoken to?” I lifted up a brow and angrily glared away. Our teacher rose from her seat and took this ‘mysterious girl’
Saddles are for Horses “Kelle, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Balan said with a cautious warning tone to his voice as the trio walked through the snow. The sphinx was on one side of the woman while Aerick walked on the other, simply looking confused and not quite grasping what was going on. The handler had not given him the full detailing of her plan however so the start could not really fault the youngster for that.Saddles are for Horses1 day ago in Short Stories
“Nonsense Balan.” Kelle said with a bright smile, shuffling the saddle in her arms so that she could pause for a moment and pat the sable male on the shoulder, grateful for his concern anyway. “Eloise is not going to hurt me. I think we’ve really bonded, and this will be a good thing.”
Commissions are open again!Commissions are open again!1 day ago in Short Stories
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[SoW] Two ExplorersRP of Clara (warpugs) and Jeremiah (Insanity36)[SoW] Two Explorers21 hours ago in Short Stories
It was a clear summer's day in Nome when Clara wandered down to the docks dressed only in her white lace tea dress with a flowered straw hat upon her head, and twirling a white parasol over her shoulder. The warm summer weather finally called for such an outfit! Last time she had been to the docks, she had been lost in thought and wandered there by accident. Today, she went with a purpose. She hoped to find Jeremiah. Back in New York, summers were always filled with outings on boats, and since Jeremiah had offered to take her on his boat sometime back when they had first met... Clara thought now was a rather fitting time.
As she stepped onto the wooden planks of the docks, she couldn't help but stop and admire the large ships docked there. They were so grand and her mind raced with thoughts of all the places they had probably gone to. She envied Jeremiah's life a bit. He wasn't trapped in Nome like she was. He could leave whenev
Prompt 22"It might be time to re-evaluate the paradigm and restart the matrix."Prompt 2222 hours ago in Short Stories
- anonymous technologist
Flare [98/100] Marc was a once a giant of investment and he had stood at the mountaintop of business, where looked out upon our steel cities and saw the world scurry beneath his feet. From a modest beginning, Marc had played his cards well and used what he was given in life to make something great for himself. From successful businesses to venture capitalist investments, Marc made it through the hard paths of working life and emerged with enough to last him three lifetimes but even then he was not satisfied. When Marc looked out upon the world from the presidential suite of a regal hotel, he saw a world without hope, a world swallowed by darkness, one that was tainted by selfish desires and broken dreams. There was bitter taste in Marc’s mouth and the mint candy he had in his mouth felt like a stinging poison. Here, Marc was at the top of his game until the world and its economies fell once more in a depressive state.Flare [98/100]1 day ago in Short Stories
I Can't Live for the Both of UsI remember before you got sick, when everything was much simpler. I remember sitting a top a church with you, stargazing, laughing, living. Now, you don't leave the house, you don't laugh, and you're dead inside. You're numb, cold on the inside. You don't feel anymore, you don't love me anymore, no matter how much I show my love for you.I Can't Live for the Both of Us20 hours ago in Short Stories
You've destroyed your body, reduced it to scarred-up skin over bones. How I can still find you beautiful escapes me. Everyone I know tells me to leave you, but if I leave you, you will have no one left, and I love you too much to leave you.
Please, darling, try a little emotion sometime. Try to live for me, because I'm not sure I can live for the both of us for much longer. Please, darling, eat, and let me show you the kindness in this world. No matter how much you think this world is cruel, there is always someone who loves you, and it's me.
Jezdziec i jego konJulce - wiernej przyjaciółce, póki co jeszcze przez Internet.Jezdziec i jego kon22 hours ago in Short Stories
Annabell, klacz pełnej krwi angielskiej już od najmłodszych lat była wyrzutkiem. Słabe serce i przednie kończyny zrujnowały jej karierę wyścigowca, już przy pierwszej gonitwie, jednak co było chyba rzeczą najbardziej bolącą miała niebywale ciężki charakter i mało którego jeźdźca przyjmowała do siebie bez jakichkolwiek buntów i kaprysów, w stadzie natomiast mimo że była na uboczu bardzo lubiła dręczyć psychicznie swoich pobratymców, zwłaszcza tych, którzy niekoniecznie przypadli jej do gustu. Mimo to była ambitna, a przy zajeżdżaniu okazało się, że młoda, wtedy jeszcze trzyletnia klaczka ma skokowy talent. Wszystkie te wady rekompensowała jednak uroda konia. Ognistogniada, lśniąca sier
The Dragon Village"Yosh! I bet I'll find that relic before any of you guys!" Natsu Dragneel shouted as he ran full-forced ahead of his group.The Dragon Village18 hours ago in Short Stories
"Natsu! Wait! Slow down!" Lucy Heartfilia cried as her pink haired teammate ran off.
"Natsu! Don't get too far ahead of us!" Erza sternly exclaimed as she sighed to herself at the dragon slayer's impulsiveness.
"That fire-breathed moron! Can't he at least wait one minute before he decides to be stupid" Gray Fullbuster scoffed at his rival's incompetence.
"I just hope he remembers why we came here in the first place" squeaked Wendy Marvell.
To elaborate on Wendy's statement, the five Fairy Tail wizards had set out together to complete a mission they got from the request board back at the guild. According to the flier, some rich collector was looking to hire anyone to climb a treacherous mountain and locate a dragon relic in a village at the summit.
"If only Happy and Carla were with us..." Lucy groaned as she trudged along, her feet ached and were quite sore at thi
[L-D] :Cheshire Wolf: Woah Baby!Wolf[L-D] :Cheshire Wolf: Woah Baby!1 day ago in Short Stories
Eyelids flickered open to the sight of a pastel sky, a groan filling the air. "This place? Again?!" Coric sat up finding himself surrounded by flowers of every kind, and began looking around. "Tetsu? Tetsu! Dammit where'd that dumb cat end up now."
A faint fragrance and something soft touched Tetsu's face as he slowly opened his eyes, beginning to wake up in the mysterious place for the second time. "Nnnngh...whats touching my face...?" He mumbled out loud quietly as he yawned and turned his head as he lay on his stomach. He looked around to find he was surrounded by flowers, and rolled on his back to have his golden eyes meet with the familiar pastel sky. He quickly shot up when he realized where he was, and looked around. "The dream world again? Is Coric here? COOOORICCCC" his hands around his mouth as he shouted out Coric's name.
Coric's ears perked hearing a familiar voice calling his name. He stood up and began looking around for the source of th
Their Dark Machines [99/100] “To improve is to change for the better and one cannot become better without change, and yet humanity still tries. There is great opposition to change but there is little opposition to improvements. Everyone seems to want to improve but no one wants to change. Don’t these people of ours understand that something must be sacrificed in order for another to become better?” Trisha said with folded arms.Their Dark Machines [99/100]1 day ago in Short Stories
The camel’s back rocked steadily as it climbed the sand dune. A light gust of wind tossed sand into Trisha’s face and her companion on the other camel next to her’s coughed.
“They may not see it like us, Trish, and many more may not want to see the truth, but all of them want a better world. That is good enough for me. I believe their opposition to change stems from their angst of only one life, that everything ends when we die. Our memories fade b