100 Theme Challenge - Slightly Disturbed (58)"I'm pretty sure I've seen him somewhere before."100 Theme Challenge - Slightly Disturbed (58)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pointed a finger at the man in the distance the moment he had come into sight. Kevyn and Aura were taken by surprise, staring at me for a few moments.
"Well, he's the King of this place, I'm sure you've seen him before!" Aura finally replied, breaking the brief silence that had hung in the air.
It was true - I had probably seen him before since he was supposed to be fairly popular. King and all.
"No. It's different. I've seen him before." I insisted, although not quite sure why. Where was I even going with this? I hadn't a clue, it wasn't like we had ever stepped into this Kingdom until today, but I was pretty sure I had seen that man before.
Kevyn and Aura were both silent now, most likely not knowing how to answer. That was fine, I wasn't expecting them to really say anything about it anyway.
So I just left them there in that uncomfortable silence, my gaze fixated on the King, who was talking with someone, probably a guard. K
Camp WichiKitchKoochi (Commission)Camp WichikitchikoochiCamp WichiKitchKoochi (Commission)7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is a work of fiction. The events portrayed may or may not have happened. There is no sexual or erotic content in this story whatsoever. Any similarity between the characters and any person, living or dead, or existing characters is coincidental and unintentional. The author does not support the maltreatment of anyone, at any time, for any reason (and most especially children) in any way. Dorain © 2015.
Jerry tried to bolt out of his cabin, but Raymond was hot on his heels. The gravel path toward the camp’s fire square was rough on his bare feet, but the twelve-year-old kept running. Not fast enough, though. 16-year-old Raymond scooped him off his feet, tucked him under his arm and marched back to the cabin. The other twelve-year-old boys in the cabin groaned in disappointment when they saw Jerry carried in like a little pig to the slaughter. Of the ten boys Raymond was responsible for, eight
Chapter 17 - See you TomorrowChapter 17 - See you Tomorrow2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dave's passing had hit the whole Clan terribly, they'd all been so happy for Patchstar in being able to find another mate, even having a litter of Kits with him, only for him to be snatched away as Leafbare approached by a bad case of Greencough.
Softclaw had moved into the Nursery after discovering she was pregnant, feeling that retiring there quickly would ensure her chance of giving birth to a healthy litter, so she was rather out of the loop of Clan life, although Bravenight usually gave her an idea what was going on when he came to visit.
Breezemoon had finally earned his full Medicine Cat name, and apparently seemed a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing, as he always seemed jumpy when anybody asked him about it.
In the Nursery Softclaw had been finding ways of entertaining herself. Creamkit, one of Patchstar's Kits often seemed visited them in the Nursery and Softclaw passed quite a lot of time playing light games with the Kit to ke
The Legend of the PhoneThere was a messenger, whose name is Aikon and was born with certain powers from the gods so that he can deliver the messages to whomever they were needed to be sent for a price that goes higher by the distance. On a day, he can give a thousand messages from one person to another in no more than ten minutes. He was swift enough so that he can cross bodies of water, bigger than the Pacific Ocean itself. He held a promise to everyone who he will deliver that the messages will be safe and never destroyed.The Legend of the Phone2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The messenger came across a rich estate, having a vast field of crops and people to work on it. The owner of the estate stood at the door waiting for the messenger to come. "Messenger of the gods, I ask your help to deliver this message to my son who works on other lands. I shall pay you one-sixteenth when you have done your job." The owner of the Estate gave the messenger the letter to send to his son, who was on the other side of the earth. Aikon thought of delivering the message now a
Jack and the Beanstalk ~ How it Should Have EndedJack and the Beanstalk ~ How it Should Have Ended2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
How it Should Have Ended ~ Jack and the Beanstalk
You have just climbed up the tallest beanstalk you have ever laid your eyes upon and now you can’t think of anything else but the constant need for more oxygen. So you comply by taking in deep breaths of that rich, rich air. In. Out. In. Out.
When you finally calm down a bit you turn your head slowly, observing your immediate surroundings. The first thing that catches your attention is the ground you are currently kneeling on; it is made of clouds. Clouds!? You jump to your feet in surprise. You stand still momentarily, waiting, watching silently, as though this would prevent you from falling to the earth down, down below. Once satisfied that you aren’t going to magically plummet, you decide to cautiously step forward, testing the floor for any hidden holes that could spell out your immediate doom. Becoming more sure of yourself you venture further into this land above the clouds. You have made it ten metres and now y
Zero VisibilityZero VisibilityZero Visibility7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You can’t hide in there forever.”
They had called it over the wall so many times, their guns gleaming and armour clean; nobody inside had dared to answer. They’d been in there for months, fearful of the threat that lay beyond their tall grey wall; however, it had been months since the Guard outside had made any contact with those inside. Even so, the silence didn’t improve the state of things.
She looked around at the miserable people surrounding her. They looked haunted and starved. ‘Soon we’ll be starving to death,’ she thought grimly. She recognised all the dirty faces around her. She looked at each individual long enough for her to boil a rage that she couldn’t calm. These people were innocent and honourable.
“They have no right!” she shouted, standing up, her green eyes flashing with an incurable anger. People looked at her without even t
Please...Please...7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Just... Just look at me will you" I mumbled pleadingly to the battle scarred husky as my paws lie on ether side of his cheeks.
"Please.." I continued, My voice cracking now with the effort to keep back the tears in my eyes.
Silence filled the air as I waited for the stubborn male to respond or even just look my way, but as I stood waiting I began to loose my temper.
Fur now beginning to raise on end as frustration built up in me. I finally cracked, my nails now digging into his cheeks as i forced his face towards mine.
"Look At Me You Idiot!" I yelled, his face inches from my own.
His eyes snapped towards me as he stared caught of guard.
"Thank you" I said my voice cracking as the tears threaten to break free as i paused before continuing.
"Just... please remember your dearly important to me, I hate to see you this way and I'll always be there for you." I paused to take a deep breath before releasing it and continuing.
"I know these are tough times, and they almost always will b
The Last Samaritan. Devin the Anthro Zoroark was sitting on a couch in a recent acquaintance of his' cabin. Said acquaintance was Ryan West. Both of them were listening to a two-way radio. On the other end was a green, three-tailed Anthro Mew by the name of Jay Lechner. Jay was at Devin's former place of residence, the Samaritan's Voice base. You see, all three of them, along with everyone at Samaritan's Voice, were once human, but were turned into Anthro Pokemon when they each found strange pendants, all at different times and places, of course.The Last Samaritan.6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jay was busy chatting with one of the Samaritan's Voice members when suddenly, the line went dead. When Devin noticed this, he also noticed that he was sitting in grass, outside in a forest. "Ryan?" he called out. "Where are you?" He stood up and looked around, wondering where his Riolu friend and the cabin he owned was. Wanting answers, he decided to head towards the Samaritan's Voice base. "He couldn't have just vanished...Right?" he s
Kate-Lynn McClow :Bio:Full name: Kate-Lynn Lianna McClowKate-Lynn McClow :Bio:8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Personality: A kind-hearted girl who wishes to be a mother someday.
Hair color: Blonde
Fur Color: Brown with cream tail tip
Hair style: Medium-long bangs and medium-long backhair in a bit of a ponytail
Eye color: Light blue
Nose: Pink and heart-shaped
Lipgloss?: Cherry Pink
Main (Home) Attire: Pink heart necklace, purple dress with a pink, golden buckled belt, light blue elbow-length finger-less glove on her right arm and a big bell with a pink fabric around her right wrist, a small bell with pink fabric around it on her left wrist and light pink knee-socks with light-blue stripes
Alt. Attire: Pink heart necklace, a single clip-on heart earring on her right ear, black t-shirt or a grey hoodie and black long-sleeved shirt combo, blue jeans, pink elbow-length finger-less gloves, short pink socks and grey sneakers
Known relatives: Her father and mother, both age 42
How the Kookaburra got its Laugh - My VersionHow the Kookaburra got its Laugh - My Version2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
How the Kookaburra Got its Laugh
One day, Kookaburra was perched on her tree, examining the land. Three animals came up to her and made fun of her large beak.
“Your beak is so long, I bet every time you move your head, you poke someone’s eye out!” laughed Possum.
“You’re so fat that I bet everyone mistakes you for a wombat!” Kangaroo cried.
“Oi!” Wombat exclaimed. Kangaroo just shrugged.
“Your diet is so disgusting that whenever you open that beak of yours, everyone runs the other way!” Possum shouted with glee.
Kookaburra’s only response was to look the other way.
“Better watch out, Wombat!” warned Possum. “That long beak of Kookaburra’s is gonna take your eye out!”
The trio of animals walked away, laughing their hearts out. Kookaburra watched after them in shame, embarrassment and misery. As Kookaburra tuned back to watching the land below, a group of men with hunting spears was hea
IcarusIcarus2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Now be careful, Son. You mustn’t fly too high nor too low- wait! Icarus!”
But you can’t wait. You can’t wait to once again feel the sun, after so long, on your pale back. You can’t wait to soar through the sky, just like the countless birds you have watched over the years.
You hop from leg to leg in impatient anticipation. All you want to do is push off from this prison, and you want to do it now.
A hand rests on your shoulder. An old man’s face appears in front of you. His often carefree eyes turn serious, a warning to you to be still and listen, or else. You jerk away, preparing to take a flying leap when the man’s arms wrap around your malnourished waist. You stare at the man, angry and betrayed. Why won’t he just.
“Icarus!” the man shouts and having got your attention, collects himself and tries once more. “Icarus, my son, do you know why you must fly neither too high, nor low?
Screw LooseScrew Loose1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn’t find the answer. I tried to thinking about it, I tried working it out, heck, I even tried to rationalise. Did any of it work? No. And with only two minutes left, I was stuffed. I looked around the old, cream classroom. A whole bunch of kids were already finished and mucking around. Of course there were still other kids in the same boat as me.
I look back at the old grandfather clock. One and a half minutes to go. I just don’t get it. I was never like this. I used to be a bit above average, intelligence wise. Back then, I would have finished like all the other kids. I might not have answered all of the questions given correctly, but this? This is just crazy. I’m still on the second question and I’m not even sure if my answer for question one was correct.
I take a glance at the clock. Less than one minute left. Time to guess the answers. I hate having to do this. It’s demeaning. At least guessing gi
Be Mindful of the BookBe Mindful of the Book2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Be Mindful of the Book
Goodbye, Dear Reader.
Read the first three words of this book and one of us dies. Nothing too complicated really. Either you or me. Come, now. Don’t give me that look. I’m not the one to decide other’s fates. I was just randomly selected to interview you, examine you, make sure you know how to play the game, but don’t ask me how to win it. I’ve been doing this for so long now and I still don’t know how
this sick game that’s full of nothing but lines and lines of text, but I will tell you something.
if you do something that the ‘Book’ likes; the ‘thing’ that it is looking, watching, observing for, the reason why it chose you in the first place, the game it likes to play, it will let you go. Go back to your boring routine life. Go back to those who you say you love and they, in return, love you back. Go back into your ignorant existence. Because you know
There is Magic in t