Martes RubiLa brisa de esa mañana tenía líneas de expresión en su rostro. No de senilidad, sino de una rozagante energía, una alegría impertinente. Soplando movía el flequillo del muchacho tendido sobre la ladera, sobre el verde pasto que gozaba de igual juventud que él o la brisa. Exhalaciones e inhalaciones. Anhelos sin inhibiciones. Todo parecía nuevo, todo parecía esperanzador en aquella Paris Primaveral.Martes Rubi6 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pero por la tarde, el viento desapareció. Ahora había sido reemplazado por un aire pesado, de barro y de sangre. Aromas mustios y turbios incapacitaban la percepción de otra cosa que no sea pesadez. Sudor corría por una Roma Rota como si de ríos se tratara. Sienes con venas dibujadas a carbón que intentaban salir de los cráneos primigenios de primitivas personas, que soportaban panegíricos musicales escapándose de la alcoba de Nerón. Chillaban alabanzas, aun así.
La guitarra al lado del m
Odd Combination part 1One day the Queen was walking around town as normal until she stumbled across an odd girl.Odd Combination part 134 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oww oww oww ouch" ???? said in pain.
"Huh?" Amy was puzzled. She then noticed a girl had fallen over and hurt her knee.
"Ha, what a clutz" Amy thought to herself and proceeded in continuing her walk.
"Ummm, excuse me" the girl said.
"Huh, you need something?" Amy responded.
"Ummm, yeah could you give me a hand please" the girl said with a cute smile but trying to hide the pain.
"*exhale* Fine" Amy said as she walked over to the collapsed girl and helped her up.
"Oh thank you so much, how can I ever repay you?" the girl asked.
"Ummm, all I did was help you up, it's no big deal" Amy replied.
"But I must do something...wait, your the Wedgie Queen!? Oh I've been looking all over for you" the girl said in excitement.
"Are you a fan or an enemy?" Amy said with a puzzled look on her face.
"A bit of both" the girl said which appeared to confuse herself.
"Huh?" Amy was lost for words. The girl then start
Funny Page Kidnappings pt. 1The land of Moo was a vast, glorious land, inhabited by a large number of cave people of varying intelligence. Few had seen it, but, surprisingly, the denizens of Moo themselves had been outside their world, and visited other times & places, thanks to a time machine created by Dr. Wonmug.Funny Page Kidnappings pt. 155 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little did they know that one of their denizens would go on another such trip, though not of their own free will.
“That’s her,” said a black clad figure.
He was looking at a striking young cavewoman with long black hair, clad in only a red leotard.
“She’s the target,” another said “let’s get her and get out of here before anyone notices.”
The two men snuck up behind the cavewoman as she was picking flowers, and she sensed their presence too late. They pounced on her, and one held her arms to her sides while the other put a hand over her mouth to prevent her screams.
“Don’t struggle, it won’t do you any good,” the man holding
Astrid Sirenssen: Chapter 2 - A Ghostly LifeAstrid Sirenssen: Chapter 2 - A Ghostly Life2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Astrid Sirenssen: Chapter 2 – Among friends and mysteries
As the days passed by, Astrid started getting used to her new life as a ghost at the Old Chateau. After moving all of her possessions from her former home in Eterna City, she had at considerably short time turned the old house into what she called her new home.
Astrid further had turned the room where she had found the enchanted necklace into her bedroom, which also was the place where she used to spend some evenings sitting on the bed while writing novels on an old typewriter she earlier had found in one of the bedrooms next to her own.
During the days Astrid researched the rest of the house and at one point she had discovered a secret passage behind the pantry in the kitchen, with a staircase which appeared to lead down into a hidden wine cellar. In connection with this discovery Astrid had concluded that the Old Chateau in older times had been an old inn where the former owner in addition to his large barrels with
Public Windborne Event | The Final Battle | Part 2There Will Be BloodPublic Windborne Event | The Final Battle | Part 22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Featuring Fox, with mentions of many others!
Winter, Year 760 of the New Age
Windborne, Gumtree Hollow
The attack came as a surprise.
Failure still weighed heavy on Fox’s shoulders, after the operation that was meant to flush out betrayers had resulted in many young prisoners of war escaping back to the bosom of the Alliance. Things were looking grim, and he saw the disapproval reflected in the wary eyes of those he passed. Wallowing so in his disappointment, the young scout who skidded to a stop before him had to repeat her shrill message before it sank in through the miasma.
“Captain, the Alliance. They’re marching on the Hollow!”
Snorting, he glared at her incredulously. She shifted on her hooves and averted her eyes beneath his dark stare. “O-orders, sir?” she finally squeaked.
A scowl aged his face as he turned, dismissing the scout without a word as h
Echappatoire de mon destinJe suis avec ma famille (mon père, ma mère seulement) dans une ville américaine que je n'ai jamais vu et allé auparavant. On est venu pour chercher quelqu'un ou quelque chose pour nous aider et là, je vois une femme brune avec le teint bronzé, elle avait des bagages, elle était accompagnée d'un homme qui est Lee Pace : il avait les cheveux courts (comme dans The Fall, fusion avec Pushing Daisies), il avait aidé cette femme et c'est notre tour d'être aidé, ils nous montrent le chemin à prendre pour le suivre. Il y a avait beaucoup de monde, on se croirait être à l'aéroport mais ce n'était pas le cas.Echappatoire de mon destin2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
On se retrouve chez moi, dans le lieu où je vis tous les jours et Lee a changé de coupe de cheveux (Halt & Catch Fire). On est tous dans la salle à manger, avec ma famille (mon père/mère et ma soeur), le sapin de Noël est là, avec des papiers de cadeaux déchirés et de
LSR: Panic in the Safari Zone!The bluish and black crow Pokemon wriggled himself a little as he observed the Pokemon crossing through the forest underneath his tree perch. His twin beaks, which sat on top of each other, turned up in wicked grins and his thick, bushy tail wiggled with eagerness as he watched her. She was a smallish Pokemon with a bell-like head and a long whitish body. There were red spiked markings on her cheeks and a swirling mark of the same colour on the bottom of her scarf-like body. A small yellow ball protruded from her head and as she swayed back and forth, her body released a gentle ringing sound. The Murkrow closed his eyes for a moment as the Chimecho passed by, though his third eye had already been closed, and when he opened his eyes back up, the third one remained closed still.LSR: Panic in the Safari Zone!2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Murkrow, Kronk, kept his strong red eyes focused on the Chimecho as she passed by, humming to herself. Spreading his wings wide, he prepared to fly after her. Bellesy was her name if he remembered rightly. Sh
Menteur - tf"Tu es sûre de vouloir faire ça ?"Menteur - tf3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Célia se retourna. "Allez... Tu n'as pas envie de voir les chevaux de plus près ?"
Fred fit la moue. Elle savait très bien qu'il n'appréciait pas spécialement les chevaux. Passe encore de couvrir les murs du salon de canassons gambadant, passe encore d'accompagner Célia à l'hippodrome de temps en temps, mais l'enthousiasme de sa femme n’était pas contagieux pour un sou. Il aurait bien davantage préféré étrenner un des restaurants qu'il avait dégoté en fouillant dans ses guides culinaires.
Quoique... Après tout, peut-être pourrait-il exploiter la situation.
Il sourit. Très bien ! Elle irait voir ses canassons. Ensuite, il pourrait lui extorquer qu'ils aillent découvrir son restaurant.
"Bon, soit. Répète-moi qu'est-ce que je dois leur dire."
"Dis-leur que nous envisageons de vendre un cheval."
"Quel genre de cheval ?"
"Tu ne m'avais pas di
FRAGMENTS OF PASTYou know the feeling when certain smell takes you back at one specific moment of your life. That exact feeling felt the Man who walked into the shop, everything he saw just reminded him on some little but meaningful times of his life. The Man seemed tired, he was just a sailor of the boat called Life but the ocean wasn’t been really nice to him. By the physical appearance the Man seemed washed out by life, when you look him you can notice his heavy eyes and see the fragments of struggle and depression in them. His hair was messy as his grey beard, but that untidy appearance didn’t bother him at all. His only worry was to survive another day, that wasn’t life; that was survival.FRAGMENTS OF PAST3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But he never expected that the most important moment of his life will happen soon as he stepped in into the old antique store. He didn’t know the real reason why he walked in. There was something that took his attention and intrigued him when he saw that store as he was walking dow
At midnightAt midnightAt midnight3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
At midnight I can see them dancing. They come outside and swirl in the fresh air. They turn and swish trough the skies. They mix and mingle and the crowd starts cheering them on. They swoosh and swoop and lash and linger. Every heartbeat is a turn and every breath a swirl. They lift each other high above the ground and I can hear the music that echoes amongst them. I can hear their voices, shouting, yearning to be free whilst dancing across the clouds wildly, unstoppable. A step here, a touch there and my world starts spinning. They mix my favourite songs with my worst nighmares.
I want to join them in their wild frenzy but I can't move.
I can feel what they're doing to me.
I know if I don't stop myself now, I'll get lost. But I don't want to stop watching them.
And so I see them dancing, a swirl of black and white, blue and red, yellow and green. They mix only to part again. They are my worst fears and my very favourite things in life. I can't distinguish lies from truth,
CadenasMis manos estaban atadas, como lo habían estado los últimos 346 años. Mis nudillos rozaban la gigantesca roca a la que todos estamos encadenados. Algunos lloran, otros gritan, pero nada de eso tiene sentido. No importa cuánto ruido hagamos; las personas a las que les gritamos no tienen oídos. No importa cuántas lágrimas dejemos caer; las personas a las que les rogamos no tienen corazón.Cadenas4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pero lo peor de todo no es el ruido. Lo peor son mis manos ásperas, rozando la roca imperturbable. Podía cambiar mi posición, girar mi cuerpo para buscar más comodidad. Pero de una forma u otra, mis nudillos se desangrarían raspándose eternamente, o mis yemas mudarían de piel, mientras yo desesperaba día tras día.
Escucho incansables gritos, gritos de personas con sus almas en cuerpos ajenos. Todos tenemos, en este lugar, cuerpos ajenos. Una vez que traspasamos el umbral de la vitalidad para llegar al de la mortalidad,
The Girl With The Red ScarfThe Girl With The Red Scarf5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yesterday was Tuesday. This was probably a normal day to you, but it was the day that the girl with the red scarf closed her eyes. Everyone closes their eyes, is probably what you're thinking, so what makes this so special and so important? Well that was the day that the girl with the red scarf closed her eyes, for the last time.
The girl was barely ever noticed. She had a plain but pretty face, long black hair and pale blue eyes. The only thing that stood out about her was her bright red scarf. I don't even remember her name, but that's cause I was too timid to ask her. She would always smile, she would barely answer questions in class but she would get good grades. She was so plain and she would blend into the background, I could just be making this up. I am not though, I memorized everything about her. And I may forget the small things about her, but I remember Tuesday. I will always remember Tuesday.
For me it was a normal day, I thought it was for everyone. Classes were boring, th
Immortalis Immortalis flattened his ears back and neighed roughly as he pulled his head up and back against his handler, a bald man with a tribal horse tattoo racing up his arm who had sighed in exasperation the first time he had seen Immortalis. The sooty cream horse had arrived just two hours ago, but his assigned handler, Mark, knew that this could quite possibly be the longest two weeks of his career at Scorpio-Stables.Immortalis5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ranch was built entirely on one large island about forty miles off the western coast of the United States, nearest to the state of Oregon. The western coast of the island was home to most of the ranch itself, including the stables, headquarters, staff housing, a small store, a bar, and the main dock. Surrounding this was a handful of training pens, skirted by pasture and fields of crops that en
Insurance Fraud, Part 2Insurance Fraud, Part 2Insurance Fraud, Part 26 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
‘I don’t really remember what happened to me,’ Beth said tormented. ‘I’ve a headache.’
‘I’ve seen what happened, doctor,’ Frank explained, sitting by her hospital bed. ‘My wife was waiting for an important phone call. Beth was upstairs when she heard the phone ringing downstairs. She ran along the corridor and she slipped on the wood stairs and she fell down.’
‘Oh, I see,’ the doctor said. ‘Home is one of the most dangerous places, did you know? Especially, the kitchen. Oh, and the ladders. Would you like to know, when I saw as many casts as that of Mrs Hudson? It was five years ago, when one of my patients fell from a ladder and she broke...’
‘Please, doctor. Can you tell me something about me and not about your old patients?’ Beth asked.
Frank turned back to Beth. Of course, she knew what happened but she had been crazy if she would have told her true story to
Planning a Party - Part 1/2"Burningk- erm, Burningpaw?"Planning a Party - Part 1/27 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Burningpaw had been sleeping, but his ear twitched at the sound of Cherrypaw's familiar voice, one eye opening a time as he adjusted to the world, glancing over at where Cherrykit's nest was. It was still quite late, he could hear the sounds of the other Apprentices breathing softly in their sleep around them.
He hummed, adjusting himself so he was facing her, resting his chin on his paws against the side of the nest, "Can't sleep?" He asked, studying her expression in what little light they got cast from the moon through the entrance.
He himself wasn't having much of a problem adjusting to his new home, but he knew some of the new Apprentices were, perhaps Cherrypaw was one of them.
The tufty-eared gray she-cat nodded gently, glancing down at her paws in embarrassment, "Do they... Do they have any more news of the... Flooding?" She asked him, looking up nervously. He watched as she shivered slightly, presumably at the thought of the cold water.
Upon an hour (Random Fiction)I hear them sometimes, they gnaw at my ears this time of night. Its rather unsettling but also peculiar. Its most potent at the beginning of the week. I hear all of their voices at the same time. Talking all sorts of useless and belligerent issues and thoughts. Its all just noise, like when your neighbor decides to leave the repeat on the same track for the past 12 years. A point comes when its all just noise. Its there but it doesn’t have form or shape. Its just there. Gnawing at the ears and to a greater extent to my sanity. But as my sanity starts to reverberate near shattering point it all become clear that they have chosen to live a life of worthlessness. And this worthlessness must not be rewarded it must not be re-enforced. It must be ignored and later eliminated. They must be eliminated. With that I grew my resolve to change the world.Upon an hour (Random Fiction)7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mysterious friendIt was friday afternoon.I was walking home from school.The sky was flooded with rainclouds,and the road wasn't so full of cars,like it would usually be in the morning.I guess people were still working.The mysterious friend8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fog was starting to form,now it was official:I was creeped out.Not only was it going to rain,but I couldn't see things two meters in front of me.With no umbrella,I was probably going to get soaked,so I speed-walked to a porch of a little coffee shop.
I looked through the window,and to my surprise,there was nobody inside.No workers,no customers,no little strawberry cakes I'd usually eat there with my mother.There were only tables,chairs,pictures and machines.Then,a piece of paper on the glass door caught my attention.It said:
"Dear customers,we apologize,but we won't be working today and the entire next week because of certain issues.-Owners"
Strange,I thought.I sat down on the wooden bench and put my books next to me.I needed to rest a bit.Crossing my legs,I looked at the rain starti
Encargo numero 2-bleat no hace reportes nunca masReporte de encargo fechado en: que mas da el año presente y no jodas valiraEncargo numero 2-bleat no hace reportes nunca mas10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Horario: 23:45 pm si debería haber empezado antes esta mierda
Localización de la misión: la misma chatarra en que estamos pulpo
La misión era simple una prueba de armas, un prototipo novedoso bastante interesante (como sea) me dirigí en el horario de citación sin realmente agrado de ir, el representante de la compañía parecía emocionado al inicio bueno antes de saber que yo seria la que probaría esas armas, vale que mido poco pero no es como para mirarme con esa cara joder, como sea costo convencerlos, tuve que mostrar mi documentación y aun así dudaban de que fuera integrante de la tripulación.
Así empezó este juego, me dieron el arma, bastante pesada, mierda por que los inútiles hacen este tipo de armas vale que el poder sea genial pero es un tedio cargarla, igualmente los blancos iniciales son simples y a todos les llega mi
My Dream It was weird, what I'm talking about is about a dream I had, this is a bit tough to explain, but I'll try my best.My Dream10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
We all remember Metroid the other M? Well a Scout had one on, it was weird though, it would get cold outside, but Scout's suit would heat up, seems relaxing right? Well not really, the suit would heat up to an unbearable amount of heat, this bothered him greatly, causing him to sit down, scout was harvesting hypothermia, when it got warm, same thing happened. It would grow cold, to the point where he would freeze. Somehow it finally stopped, but Scout wasn't doing so good from the hypothermia, (I forgot to mention I was with a group of the classes, from support to defense) we had a medic, but what he'd attempt to do wouldn't help Scout at all. No the hypothermia wasn't that bad, but when we finally had our first mission, we began to run; however, Scout had collapsed. We had a table with plastic food for unknown reasons, well