Disappearing Act I woke up by her side, but smushed against the wall. This didn't bother me though, because I always loved being against the wall. For some reason, it calmed me. When I flopped over, facing her, she was already awake and staring me dead in the eyes, like a puppy.Disappearing Act15 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed, jumping up. I had no idea she was watching me. I didn't really care, it just startled me.
"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY!" She sat up with me and gave me a big hug. "I did not mean to scare you!"
I began to laugh, "You're fine," I reassured her. "But why were you staring at me?" I asked as she pulled away.
"There was a spider crawling on your head and I was watching it," She said, perfectly casual. I, however, flipped.
"There was not a spider on me," I don't believe her. Then I get to thinking and with my crazy, first-thing-in-the-morning wake up hair, the spider could still be on me. I leap out of the bed and fli
Aayla's secretMy first Star Wars fanfic, hope you'll enjoy itAayla's secret18 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a beautiful night in the city of Coruscant. Inside the Jedi temple, a little snow owl was flying discretly, careful not to be repered by the troopers or the still awake Jedi.
After a moment, he landed on the top of a statue and begun looking around with his yellow eyes.
Finally, he spotted what he was searching for; Aayla Secura's room.
With a smile on his black beak, he immediately flew down toward the room.
Once he landed, he discretly knocked at the door with his wing.
Ater a few seconds, someone opened the door; it was Aayla who was happy to see the little snow owl.
"You haven't been followed?" She asked to which the owl shook his head.
Then, she quickly looked around to be sure nobody was there before allowing the snow owl to enter and closing the door behind.
Once in Aayla's room, the snow owl flew up to her desk.
"I'm happy that you could come." She said with looking happily at the owl. This last one howled.
Magic: A How To.Magic: A How To.Magic: A How To.41 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Required Items: Star anise, brown sugar, rosemary, hair of the victim, hair of the caster, photograph of the victim, vinegar, chalk, candles, matches, pestle and mortar, bowl.”
Good, she had everything she needed for a curse that may or may not work. She’ll feel like a royal fool if it doesn’t work.
“Step 1: On a flat surface draw a pentagram with the chalk and set the candles up around the edge, using matches to light them.”
Her drawing skills left something to be desired; her drawings were about as good as a toddler’s first time using a crayon. She drew the pentagram and set up the candles.
“Step 2: Place pestle & mortar and bowl in the center of the pentagram. Pour vinegar into the bowl and crush star anise, brown sugar and rosemary in pestle & mortar. Once crushed add to vinegar along with the hair, then mix.”
She poured the vinegar, crushed the ingredients, and then added them to the vinegar. From her pocket s
An Interlude Of CatastropheTime slows around me, as the walls crumble, crushing those unfortunate souls who happened to be standing near them. There he is, the one who caused this, he walks along, laughing at the catastrophe that surrounds him. I run after him, watching the dust that flies through the air,lifted by the explosions that surround me. I must catch him. We will all die, but at least I can die knowing I brought him with me. My family, my friends, they are all dead because of him. He caused this. What else am I to do? It is time for my revenge. I narrowly avoided the head of a statue that comes flying at me. There he is! just a few feet away. His face pulled into a sneer, as he laughs kicking a dead body next to him.An Interlude Of Catastrophe48 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
I tackle him, pushing him down to the ground. A smile appears on my face as I hear him scream in surprise. He deserves this, he caused this pain, this torture, this horrible ending to all of our lives. I sit atop of him pulling a knife out from my pocket. I cut his face forcing him to hold
The GrottoThe GrottoThe Grotto1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
A miner's journal entries.
Setting: Deep within the recesses of a cavern. The walls are lined with jagged crystals that emanate an aura of soft violet light. The space itself is as large as a football stadium and just as high up to the ceiling which is littered with overhead runes. The ground floor is covered in loose rubble and rocks making the the ground crunch with every step. Along the edges of the cavern are large pieces of scrap metal that are rusted and heavily indented as if something of immense force came into contact with them. At the other side of the seemingly endless cavern lies a smashed entrance to another cave. Its edges were uneven and serrated. Holes the size of truck tires left impressions that were less than a foot deep. Inside the smaller cave lies scattered tools, helmets, and canteens each either rusted from age, chipped from rust stains or broken into smaller but distinguishable pieces. The ground here was somehow flatter than the larger cavern but ha
UntitledWhen you think of life expectancy, you think of Death and wonder “when will he come visit me?” and “When he gets here, will I have lived enough or will I regret not doing things?” .Untitled2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, we will never know if we lived to our fullest until after we are gone. Unless you are a cat, then you’ll have plenty of lives to live.
I’m not a cat, yet I was gifted with nine lives. I see Death come and go with his scythe and his mischievous smile. However, he never comes for me.
5. FeatherDaisy sat, contemplating. When she finally returned to the spot the mob cleared out, but the rope was still dangling from the tree— cut this time. She took time to collect a few things left behind that weren't burned; a blanket, a dropped wallet full of cash, her raggedy ann doll, and an abandoned guitar case to carry them in. She departed, making sure to step over the remaining ash and soot from miscellaneous, and bolted. Buildings flew past her peripheral vision in a blur further intensified by the salty water developing in her eyes.5. Feather2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eventually Daisy was far enough to slow down and sit on the sidewalk in close proximity of a liquor store. The near vacancy of the area let her lash out in peace. Before her emotions got the best of her, though, a feather fell into her lap. It was a white and grey feather with a black band near the tip. The very sight of it quieted Daisy's emotions.
"Hey…" a bass voice rolled out. Behind her was a woman of calm and somewhat sultry
.:Not The Fall:.He left without a word,.:Not The Fall:.2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sorrows I still feel deep inside,
How could this not be,
I've always asked for?
Because it was never meant to be!
It was never,
Meant to be.
So why must my heart,
Bleed out to such a world,
It wasn't meant to be?
I reach a hand out, from underneath my shelter. A shelter made in the hollows of a cave. But as I reach my hand out, I can feel the crisp, chilly, and wet droplets of rain, land softly on my hand. My eyes widen ever so slightly as I step myself further out into the rain, out from underneath the sheltering cave. Slowly the rain touches up my forearm, slowly reaching my bare feet as I step them forth. I take a deep breath, holding it for but a moment. Before I dash out into the rain.
The words slip out of my mouth as I dash over to a tree just outside of the cave.
Why must my heart,
Bleed out to such,
A terrifying realm?
I stumble over fallen branche
Blackout“Ugh, this sucks!” Duo groaned, kicking his feet up on the table.Blackout3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Princeps looked up from his book and glanced at his brother. “What are you grousing about now?” He smirked.
Duo held up a scrap of paper with what looked liked scribbles on it. “Tacita is on another mission.”
Princeps frowned, “That does suck. We were supposed to go to that fair thing in town today.” He sighed, and stood, “But there’s no arguing with the boss.”
Duo kicked their dented table, and jumped up. “Guh. Let’s just ask him what the hell is going on. She hasn’t had a day’s rest this month.”
Princeps set his book down, and headed to the door. “I guess. It sounds like something big is going down.”
The twins made their way to their trainer’s office, but stopped suddenly. An arcanine was guarding the door. It was a clear ‘’do not enter’’ sign. The big male was grow
ClayThough her tears fell like rainClay3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
No one could see the pain hiding inside her frame
She put on a smile and just went through the day
Hurting inside in a way she couldn't explain
Everyday it was all the same
She felt like nothing could ever help her change
And turn the tide in the invisible battle that she waged
Then one night she tried to take it all away
She wanted to escape herself in the worse kind of way
At the last moment when the blood ran and stained
She realized she wasn't the potter but she was the clay
A Sort of Improbable Detective Story: Ch4P1When I went home that night, I happily told my moms that there was almost no chance that the investigation would continue any further beyond the next day. I was so close to catching the criminal that I could taste victory, metaphorically speaking. All that remained was to get a taped confession. I would only be needing a single piece of equipment for tomorrow, and that was the tape recorder. Sure, I still didn’t know why he did it, but there was no other explanation. It had to be that shopkeeper somehow, even if I wasn’t entirely sure how that made any sense.A Sort of Improbable Detective Story: Ch4P13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was the only one with motive, and also, I’m pretty sure his victims included pretty much everybody in the whole town, and, unless one of them was cunningly framing him by somehow giving him perfect amounts of motive to somehow do some frightening, it was him. Process of elimination is a handy tool. I barely slept that whole night, however. I really wanted to figure out how he could have committed… well,
Revenge (Male, Naga,stuffing, force feeding, Comm) Charles leaned back against his coils, a smug grin stretching across his face as he took the first bite of cake. Hissing softly in contentment, he chewed for a few moments before swallowing the treat, happily savoring the sugary sweetness of the cake mixed with the sharp sour of the lemon frosting. While he didn’t remember buying a lemon frosted cake, he had found it in the fridge and he considered that to be his territory, and therefore, his cake. Humming a bit as he ate, he thumped the end of his long serpentine tail on the floor, clearly quite pleased with himself as he gradually finished off his pilfered piece of cake, each bite traveling down to his rather well endowed gut. Charles was by no means a thin man, and he figured just one piece of cake would have minimal effect on his already less than ideal figure. Pft, ideal, what even was that anyway? No one had the time to go about and work out and do all that nasty sweating stuff. Between balanRevenge (Male, Naga,stuffing, force feeding, Comm)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Role ModelI always knew who I wanted to become.Role Model4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was a kid, I hardly ever saw my dad. I wish he had been home more often, but he had a demanding job. If I were him, I’d have done the same. He couldn’t afford to skip even one of his shifts as if we’d had another source of money to live off.
It was my mum who raised me. She was my role model. She was a stay-at-home wife. If she hadn’t been, I would be completely on my own.
She often said she was an artist waiting for her moment. She painted beautifully. I often wished I had had her skills. Sometimes, I watched her paint. It was an amazing experience - seeing a blank canvas developing slowly into anything she desired. But for her, I wouldn’t have known what to do with my life.
As soon as I had a settled purpose, I knew exactly what I had to do. I worked hard, got into a prestige high school and then into a well-known university of art. I studied almost all the time, hardly ever taking breaks. It would have been b
Memory of You promptHolding his breath, his eyes fell shut. Standing on a dock that stretched far out into the lake waters, the silence was palpable. The air was hot and moist, but a cool breeze flew by, picking up chills from the water's rippling surface. As the breeze ghosted its hand through his dark chocolate hair, tickling his nose with sweet scents of the nature around him, Dareka opened his eyes slowly. The sunlight blinded him at first, but it settled and disappaited, his eyes adjusting within a few seconds.Memory of You prompt5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I'm back,” called a familiar robust voice from behind him. Dareka turned around to see Konya's smiling face. The wind was brushing through his dusty blond hair, too, making it look fluffier. The sunshine dancing on the water's surface glinted off of his glasses. In his hand he was carrying a white cardstock box with the lid open. He looked handsome, but he was still wearing that beat-up old blue zip-up hoodie.
“What did you need to bring?” Dareka asked, turning toward
[ tGB RP ] - [ As An Adult... ][ tGB RP ] - [ As An Adult... ]6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
[ Sound | Orange-Air | Fisher's Outlook ]
It was one of those days, a day were you either wanted to do a lot or nothing at all. For Sound it was the latter. With all the extra patrols, hunting and overall work thanks to the Golden Butterflies the Orange-Air found herself feeling unmotivated as she gazed at The Waters Of Ezrael from her perch on the Fisher's Outlook. It was a nice day and the sun was out, but it didn't change the attitude of the currently empty feeling she-cat. Maybe I'm just overworked? She thought to herself. That wasn't a bad thing necessarily... but Sound still didn't feel completely at home in the Air-tribe and she barely even know most of the cats there. Letting out a sigh the Orange-Air let her bright green eyes skim over the surface of the water, noticing the fishes just beneath the surface. "I bet it's easy being a fish, you have all the freedom in the world."
Lowering her head to h
Drinking the dark?Drinking the dark?7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was very dark.
The feeling of being somewhat comfortable is something I could recognize. I don't think I'm in pain of any sort, but I do feel very tired.
Maybe I am dreaming.
Maybe I'm in a room of some kind.
What time is it?
Where am I?
Who am "I" supposed to be?
Do I even exist?
Air swooshes by, making a bit of a whisper sound.
I can hear.
The temperature is a bit cold, but not enough to bother.
I can feel?
If I can feel, then do I have skin?
What does it look like?
Is it soft?
Is it rough?
Do I have formless skin of does it have a shape?
I feel....well not exactly restless and not exactly calm; its somewhere in between.
I feel sad, I feel lonely.
Now what time is it?
How long have been here thinking?
What about the rest of me?
My skin is not shapeless; I feel muscles and bones.
The muscles and bones I feel from arms, legs, feet and....hands?
I have hands!
I can mov
La fine di una giornata pesanteLa fine di una giornata pesante7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Entrò nella propria camera da letto senza nemmeno accendere la luce, mentre da fuori, sullo sfondo, provenivano i rumori della città immersa in una piovosa serata autunnale. Era stata una giornata pesante, e la ragazza si lasciò ricadere sul materasso non appena si fu sfilata le scarpe, indossando subito dopo le grandi cuffie che aveva appena comprato. Chiuse gli occhi ed accese l'ipod, respirando profondamente mentre la musica iniziava a diffondersi nell'ambiente, calmandola, parlando per lei ed esprimendo quello stesso stato di angosciata rabbia che ormai riempiva completamente le sue giornate.
Out ColdLondon rumbles past above me, behind me and to both sides, the throbbing of its urban heart surrounding me – apart from in front, where the Thames flows serenely by. I look out onto the water, where the fairy lights draping the trees along the Victoria Embankment are reflected, shimmering with Christmas cheer. I hear the steady undercurrent of chatter from last-minute shoppers on the street behind, muffled by Blackfriars Bridge above me and the grumbling of traffic on the road. I look up to the belly of the bridge, just picking out the pale shapes of pigeons roosting there, cooing softly in the cold air.Out Cold8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I huddle down further into my blanket, vainly trying to keep out winter’s caress and remembering a time when I had a proper bed, in a proper room with proper walls and central heating. All I’ve got now is this mouldy old blanket that stinks something awful, and the little fire crackling in an empty beer keg about five meters away. Sam’s sat next to it, trying to
embraced with careBetty goldbum sighed as her brown eyes glanced around the bar briefly within the walls of Delight Castle. She frowned softly before glancing to see Violet chatting with several men making them laugh or chuckle.embraced with care8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She grinned tiredly before slowly getting off the stool and strolled over to her, her heels clacking on the soft wood bellow with each step. Violet noticed her before replying "pardon me gentlemen, I must be going we can have fun later if you want?"
They simply waved their hands as one replied "oh no we just wanted to chat, your bouncer was upstairs however something really did seem off about him. It's not because of his aggressive tendacies oh no it's just he's on the urge of a breakdown."
Betty cringed inwardly as Violet felt her heart constrict tightly, she slowly whispered "that is due because of the fact today was the day he lost his mother. He's never vented again ever since he was a teenager so..."
The same person added "are you telling me he's hav
Serenissima“As the night fell upon the city, a darkness brewed within me, a darkness that could only be met with… with…”Serenissima9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ugh. What a horrible start for a story. I need a cigarette, I thought as I made up that horrible start for a story. It was clumsy, it was cliché, overused, and, most of all, had nothing to do with the story at hand. It would have been better used as the beginning for a Twilight porn knock off, only with vampires instead of pseudo-BDSM that would kill a real person. As I thought about vampires fucking each other, I searched my pockets for my Zippo lighter and my menthol cigarettes neatly arranged in a cigarette carrier and put one in my mouth and lit it with the lighter, feeling the burn of the petroleum-based lighter fluid in my nose hairs before the smoke of the cigarette entered my lungs. I took a long drag of it as if to inspire myself, then slowly let the smoke out to fill the dimly-lit living room, making the smoke only visible ahead of the tel