Fairy Tail Stories #4Fairy Tail Stories #411 hours ago in Short Stories
"All right Wendy, you can do this! You can do this!" Wendy Marvell kept repeating to herself. "You can do this! It's just one simple mission!"
A few weeks ago, Wendy would have been just your average Cait Shelter member. But that was only a few weeks ago, and thanks to a certain group of six and a large moving city, Wendy was now a proud member of the Fairy Tail guild. Not that she didn't miss her last guild, but Wendy actually enjoyed being with her new guild mates, they were very nice to her and treated her like family.
"One simple mission Wendy! You can do this!" the twelve year old said to herself.
For the past months, even before the Nirvana incident, trains carrying money all across the country of Fiore had been robbed blind by some mysterious crook. No matter how many guards they hired, wealthy bank owners were shocked to find their money missing when the trains arrived at the train stations. After it became clear that normal troops weren't enough to stand up to this t
A Hot NightDzalarhons, VenusA Hot Night8 hours ago in Short Stories
November 30, 2215
It was a very hot night (like usual) in a city near the equator of Venus, with a temperature of 450 °C. The technology of 2215 allows a city on Venus, where the extremely high atmospheric pressure would crash a normal house of 200 years ago. The air conditioning kept the inside at a temperature around 23 °C (73 °F). The medicine improved dramatically, and diseases were kept at bay, but in Dzalarhons, a city of about 10,000, 2 girls had a condition called "Bombulitis", and this explains girls like Yulia two centuries ago.
Bombulitis is a rare condition that makes your farts extremely stinky, and the patient is able to clear a room with her farts. It's more commonly found in women, but men can have it aswell. There is a research too which can use their farts as a military weapon, but it would prove too dangerous, as in some cases, there are no gas masks able to withstand the stench of some farts.
It was night in Dzalarhons on November 30
Diplomatic DevilsDiplomatic Devils7 hours ago in Short Stories
The snow leopardess allowed herself a self-satisfied smirk. Everything had gone to plan, and the plan itself had been executed quickly. She was quick to visit the domicile of that particular stray and, with the curiosity of any old newcomer, asked about the one-eyed cougar who kept the other locals on their toes. And when her curiosity was satisfied, she was quick to soak the earth with the wildcat’s still warm blood.
Quick was just how Quicksilver liked things.
Ronin considered herself to be highly knowledgeable about the strays in Rome; it paid off keeping tabs on Arcadia, and it paid off handsomely. But when it came to information about a particular cougar, taking the word from word of mouth was not even toeing the line of sufficiency. She needed confirmation, corroboration from a stray whose words weren’t sullied by meaningless rumors. She was quick to find such a stray before the morning was out.
A Sacrifice (Shandris and Saurugol):iconhalkuonn: Shandris felt her stomach roll as she watched the stars peppering the dark sky, soft tones of orange tinting the twilight. Her steps were ever so silent, but she felt like a strange weight has settled on them. Will this even work? Or better, what he will even say about this? She pondered, breath rasping inside her throat.A Sacrifice (Shandris and Saurugol)9 hours ago in Short Stories
No. She needed to do it. And unless there was a better idea, she was going to convince it was for the best. Traces of the missing were found scattered through the land, alongside with foreign male scents - loners who did not knew best than not mess with Havir, whatever were their reasons to do that. But it was obviously their doing, and they would pay for it, dearly. This kind of feeling had a bitter taste in her mouth, but she could not deny it existed.
Quickening her pace, she saw the great golden wolf making his way up to the alpha's den, and hoped her voice did not fail now. Saurugol needed everything but doubt.
"AdeSaurugol!" She bark
Death at a HotelDeath at a HotelDeath at a Hotel8 hours ago in Short Stories
"It's cold," Evan says, warming his hands around a cup. The tea has steam floating above it, drifting, dissolving. He can see his breath, drifting, dissolving. In and out, in and out.
No one answers. The foyer of the hotel is empty, his last guests signed out that morning. The cold chills him to the bone, makes his limbs ache with fatigue. He's not getting any younger. Everything in the hotel is old, the furniture, the décor, the smell, himself. It's far too cold, he thinks.
He leaves the reception desk, goes up the stairs to the now vacated rooms. Unlocks the doors, checks the rooms. For the most part they're tidy, the sheets will need changed, all of the rooms will need hoovered. He reminds himself to do it later.
He locks the doors again, goes back to the foyer. His tea is cold. He sighs. It's not supposed to be so cold in the summer.
The man arrives two days later, driving an antique of a car and dressed in black. He carries a suitcase and a stern loo
Episode 102 - Clownin' AroundMr Wobbles entered the classroom that morning and all of the kids stopped talking.Episode 102 - Clownin' Around8 hours ago in Short Stories
"Right." he said. "We're starting off with some history today. Get your books out, and remember to jot down notes. Now, first off, who can tell me what year the town of Pineville was founded?"
The American girl, Dusty, raised her hand.
"Yes Dusty?" said Wobbles.
"1785?" she suggested.
"You're not far off." said Wobbles. "Anyone else? How about you Samuel?"
Sam opened his eyes and lifted his head from his desk.
"Yes, you." said Wobbles. "What year was Pineville founded?"
"I wasn't born." said Sam, yawning. "So it likely doesn't concern me."
Wobbles looked offended.
"Very funny." he said. "Now give me a proper answer."
"Not a clue." said Sam. "If you asked me however, say: "What year will you win $300,000 dollars" I'd be very interested to hear."
Jeremy burst out laughing.
"Sam, we don't need a class clown." said Wobbles. "Don't make my job any harder."
"A - what?" said Sam, looking outraged. "Did you just
TBS - Hotaru and Sibyl - Almost Lost You Dragonkeeper6 as SibylTBS - Hotaru and Sibyl - Almost Lost You10 hours ago in Short Stories
samsocksadopts as Hotaru
Sibyl padded down the familiar path to the healer's den. She had memorized the path to get here from all spots in the camp. She raised her head as she neared the entrance and looked into the dark entrance, her tail flicking with nervousness. She sighed and padded into the den and saw exactly the cat she was looking for. "Where you really going to leave us?" She asked him as she approached, concern and fear reflected in her gaze.
Hotaru's back was to the cat that he notice padded in, she was one of the kittens he checked on every once and awhile just to make sure that the kittens knew him and plus he had to make sure the new members of the region were healthy. She of course was the first to actually talk to him since the Gathering the South held. He was still full of sorrow and hasn't really been out of the Healers Den, well his den now, since then.
She asked him a question that h
Saving Christmas Part 3 (Final Part)We had arrived back to BLU Mansion. However, the whole Mansion was destroyed. Everyone on our Team... Dead... I felt anger through my body. Keifer shouts, “This is unacceptable!!” in frustration. Suddenly, a bit of movement startles Keifer. It's Zain! The Angel Scout bursts from the destroyed Mansion in his Dragon Form. His eyes had Rage in them. He roars and flews off to destroy the Black Monster. Link Examines the ruined Mansion and Pulls out his Ocarina and plays the Song of Time. The Mansion repairs itself. However, the Team still remains dead... Keifer suddenly had an Idea! And there's only 2 days left until Christmas, so Keifer grabs his Medigun and, with the help of his Special Quadwrangler, uses it to revive the Team. Sadly, It didn't work... I suddenly heard the Black Monster's Roar and I roared back angrily and flew off to help Zain while Link and Keifer stayed behind. Keifer didn't know what to do... Just then, the Magician, Merasmus, appears. Keifer feltSaving Christmas Part 3 (Final Part)8 hours ago in Short Stories
Ignore Him, It'll Get Better..He broke my heart.Ignore Him, It'll Get Better..7 hours ago in Short Stories
He stole the very thing that makes me who I am.
He became the very thing I knew he would.
A long time ago... Well more like a month or two ago, my very essence was destroyed. Crushed.
He told me I was the only one.
He told me that I was special.
He told me things I thought no one else knew.
He said I was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
...but he told others this.
Two weeks later, I was thrown into a group chat, along with all my other online friends. We chatted, shared a few laughs, exchanged some news and had a great time. Then he was added. Him. The thief who stole my heart and ground it into dust. The one of whom I wanted to burn. The one of whom I hated.
"Hey guys" he messaged into the chat. "Just at work. What I miss?"
I starred at his words, hate, anger, pain, and emotion clouding my thoughts. I didn't respond into the chat. Instead, I waited.
"..yea, I've gotten into the real college life ya know? Banging all the girls I can, partying...it's really gr
[MH] Breaktime conversation - Beatrice and EtainThe morning following the midnight Enforcer meeting, sunlight was shining through the classroom's windows and Beatrice was half-lying on her desk in math class with her eyes fixed shut, trying very hard to keep herself awake after losing an entire night of sleep. She wasn't used to spending nighttime anywhere else than in her warm, cozy bed, and she expected getting enough sleep to become a rare occurrence for her in her new magi life. She opened her eyes a little bit (not too much, to filter out the intolerably bright sunlight), rubbed the greyish-blue bags under them and peeked at the clock for what was probably at least the thirtieth time. Her math class was finally about to end. That substantially improved her outlook on life at that moment. She dropped her arms and head on the desk again in a triumphant gesture and remained in this position until the bell rang.[MH] Breaktime conversation - Beatrice and Etain5 hours ago in Short Stories
When the break started at last, Beatrice closed her notebook (today's page was filled exclusively with names of her new t
Exploration IX. Renae was fast asleep snuggled between Azure and the fluffy snow that covered the ground. She had several layers of fur and fabric on between her heavy duty coat, sweat shirt, and various other under shirts on. She had multiple layers of pants on as well, plus a hat, gloves, scarf, so the cold snow didn’t bother her. It was around two in the afternoon, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The shown shown down on her and her toko through the trees. Two other tokos sat by, watching on; Mauja and Saren. They were chewing on the bones of a deer Saren had hunted down a few days before. Mauja, being the old man he was, simply took his share of Saren’s prey, and the black and white yeti didn’t mind. Azure was sleeping just like Renae, and you could hear her snoring softly.Exploration IX.5 hours ago in Short Stories
You know you're a diehard Zelda fan when...-You have five Legend of Zelda t-shirts.You know you're a diehard Zelda fan when...11 hours ago in Short Stories
-You've been to Symphony of the Goddesses at least once.
-You have at least one Legend of Zelda poster hung up in your room.
-You own at least one ocarina, and play it regularly. Bonus points if it resembles the Ocarina of Time.
-You've purchased a Legend of Zelda songbook.
-You own and have played more than half of the Zelda games.
-You have a Zelda-themed Nintendo system.
-You've drawn the Triforce on the back of your hand before.
-When someone mentions Zelda or hums/whistles/plays a tune from the games, you perk up like a dog who's just spotted his favorite treat.
-You play or listen to the Song of Storms whenever it's raining.
-You own a pack or two of those Twilight Princess trading cards.
-You once found a shape in your math textbook that was identical to the Triforce, so you grabbed a yellow highlighter and colored in the three triangles.
-You've considered establishing a tradition of replaying your favorite Zelda game annually.
History Lesson (Kane, Alcatraz, Lazarus):iconBaseballfan2414: The air was crisp, and the sun was rising over the horizon. The autumn leaves were turning wonderful colors, and falling onto the ground. Kane was playing at the main den site, with his cousin Lazarus. He was playing, with his tail wagging, enjoying the day that he was going to have. He was going to get a tour of Aryn, and see places that he had never seen before. He was full of excitement, and ready to go."Lazarus, when is Uncle Alcatraz getting here? I can't wait!" He tackled his cousin, not able to contain his joy, because he would be with family."I wonder what kind of places are out there?" He said this, looking out towards the tree line, although forgetting that he was on top of Lazarus, putting his whole weight on him. His tail was still wagging the whole time, waiting to hear his Uncle calling him for the adventure.History Lesson (Kane, Alcatraz, Lazarus)9 hours ago in Short Stories
:iconwildfire-tama: Lazarus played with Kane, batting playfully at his cheek. ”I dunno. Dad’s always out doing som
House Calls || Flora and AltheaHouse Calls || Flora and Althea7 hours ago in Short Stories
Althea ran through the camp in search of her mentor. I’m gonna be late on my first day! she thought. She had been looking forward to this day for weeks. She was finally going to meet her mentor and finally begin her training to become an Anecdotist. Dodging around other felines she made it to a small opening to see a finely shaped Cheetah waiting for her. She trotted up to her, trying to get her breathing under control. "Hi! *huff huff* I’m *huff* Althea," she said choppily, taking big breaths in between words.
Flora had just finished inventorying the herbs in her satchel when she heard thudding paws headed her way. No doubt it was her apprentice. Sure enough, when she looked up, her newly appointed apprentice (it was quite surprising; being a mentor to a young cat and all the Anecdotists) plowed to a stop in front of her. “Hey, Althea,” Flora greeted the clouded jaguar. “Hope your run didn't tire you out too much—we’ll be walking