2 ton June's MoonshineIntro:2 ton June's Moonshine3 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
In an old beat-down hut in the bayou stood a young woman with scaly green skin, long neon pink hair, and glassy greenish eyes. She was dressed in a strange tribal dress, with a horned beaked skull resting on her head. Dangling from the side of her mouth was a long yellow cigarette holder with a freshly lit cigarette at the tip. She was happily stirring a spoon around a large cauldron that bubbled with an odd liquid. She hummed a song as she smiled, exposing her jagged teeth. Some of her teeth were white, some yellow, some almost black, and one was gone entirely.
Her name is June Johnson. She's a witch doctor with a thick southern accent. She's partially insane, but doesn't really mind. She's bubbly and energetic, and sometimes comes off as a bit of a hillbilly, with her long messy hair, fondness for moonshine and smoking, and habit of flashing her toothy smile whenever possible. She also has very poor hygiene, as most people could guess from the state of her teeth.
She has a pet
Video Game TG's Episode II - MegamanVideo Game TG's Episode II - MegamanVideo Game TG's Episode II - Megaman6 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
By now there's a lot Megaman knows about how he was built and the parts used for him. But there was one thing he didn't know, one thing that DR Light had kept a secret for many years: Rock was built as a girl. Here's the full explanation. When DR Light created Rock, he used the same female parts and tools as he did for Roll. Why? Because at the time, male circuit boards and technology for robots were extremely rare, and not everyone had the money for them. Nowadays they're everywhere but back in 20XX you were lucky to even find one male chip. DR Light wanted a boy since he already built a girl, Roll, and wanted her to have a brother around with her. So he opted for a much cheaper option. A male circuitry adapter. The only problem is if it happened to come loose, it would shut down and the robot would become female. As long as he was careful though, DR Light thought that wouldn't happen. After building up all the parts and using the adapter to make R
Doctor caughtJake's shift at the hospital was over, it was a long day, and he was glad he was finally going home. All he had to do was file some reports in his office and it was done. First thing which caught his attention was that the door to his office was ajar. Opening them, he saw that Lindsey, the new nurse they had hired a couple of days earlier, was downloading confidential patient data from his computer.Doctor caught18 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What do you think you're doing!?"
Lindsey turned around, surprised, trying to think of an excuse as Jake approached the computer and looked at what she was doing.
"I'm calling security."
But before Jake could reach the phone, Lindsey grabbed him, tightly handgagging him, and putting him in a sleeper hold. She looked so small and weak, but Jake found out that in fact, she was quite strong. A couple of moments later, the unconscious doctor's body fell on the floor. Lindsey checked out if anyone was in the hall, and seeing she was in the clear, she closed the office door and got to work. The
i lose myself in you.he tries to calm his hearti lose myself in you.28 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
but when he looks at her and sees her smile up at him with such genuine love he feels he can't return tenfold,
it begins to b e a t wildly again.
Back Again Hey everyone, i am back againBack Again51 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
I really want to upload some new photo's, but my cellphone got water-damage... It won't start anymore.
As soon as i am possible to make pictures again i'll upload them.
And i am going to start some new stories too </i>
Marriage Weight Gain 2: Amy SteinAfter exchanging their vows, Amy Rivers and Josh Stein shared a kiss, as the two were officially married. Their 4 year old son, Matt, brought the ring to Josh and he placed it on Amy's slender finger. Amy's slim body fit perfectly in her ice white dress, which complemented well with her golden blonde hair.Marriage Weight Gain 2: Amy Stein1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a luxurious week long honeymoon in Aruba, the couple returned to their oceanside residence in Merrick, Ny. When they returned, the overweight stressed out baby sister felt relieved, walking out the door with a neat $150. "Mommy's home!" Matt yelled as Amy prepared the family a breakfast of cereal and eggs. Now that she was married, Amy could get used to life as a stay at home mom, while Josh always received a nice bonus from work. "See you tonight!" Amy yelled as Josh waved bye. After she took Matt to pre-school, Amy cleaned around the house, and treated herself with a lunch of pizza, bringing a pie home for diner.
Amy wasn't a fan of working out. She was just naturally thin an
Heven and Hell: Rainy DayDroplets of rain slid down the cool pane of the wind in time with the piter pater of rain against the roof.Rowan was nestled in one of the comfy chairs with his nose in a book, his platinum hair let down.Heven and Hell: Rainy Day3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sigius glanced at the tittle.
Nope, not even interesting enough to ask Rowen about it.
With an exasperated sigh, Sigius pressed his face against the window, letting his breath fog up the glass.
"So board." he inwardly complained.
Hopefully Rowan would finish the book soon, and alleviate his boredom. As if to answer his prayers, behind him Rowan placed the book down and stretched his arms.
"Sigius, I'm finished reading."
"Finally, what were you doing, Analyzing each and every scene?!"
Judging by the soft chuckled coming from the platinum head, that was exactly what he was doing.
"Whatever, not like I f*cking care." Sigius retorted.
"Any how, I'm assuming you weren't board enough to do the chores without me?"
"Nope, that would have been a last resort, right before sacrificing m
Final battle(Recomiendo escuchar esta canción para dar ambiente más épico) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7nZPgn7EDE&list=WL&index=3Final battle3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un ciclo interminable... un hecho natural que, a pesar de todo era diferente cada que sucedía... Algo necesario para el equilibrio...
En el campo de batalla montado en la región central, entre los guerreros del lado de la Rebelión destacan dos. Uno es un joven de tez pálida, ojos celestes y cabello Cataño lacio, él es Demir Sho, un ex soldado del Emperador que se ha vuelto líder de las tropas centrales. A su lado pelea una joven de tez pálida, cabello naranja ocre y ojos azul rey, ella es Andrea, no se sabe casi nada de su pasado... solo que ayudó a la sabia Renne a escapar y pelea del lado de la Rebelión.
La batalla final se realizaba en la Región Central, las otras cuatro regiones ya habían sido tomadas por la Rebelión, pero faltaba dar el golpe final.
The High School SweetheartThey met sophomore yearThe High School Sweetheart3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Started dating during second semester
It lasted until graduation
She went to one college
He went to another
He wanted to continue the relationship
But she was too insecure for long distance
Against his wishes they broke up
She moved on
He still loved her
She met someone else
He heard through friends
She got married
He loved her enough to let her be happy
She was happy for a short while
The honeymoon ended and the move in began
The move in to his childhood home
His parents still there
She did the chores
The mother in-law criticized her
Her in-laws bullied her for everything she did
Her husband did nothing
He agreed with his parents
He became her third bully instead of her husband
She was hurting
Begging for it to end
Her once happy life now gone with no trace
Then a ray of hope came
Something she thought would bring back the love she once felt
A child was growing within her
She told them and her wish was destroyed
They accused her of cheating
"It's not mine!
Don't Go (Riddler x Scarecrow) (Friends)“No…no no please don’t leave me here…don’t leave me here all alone…” Dulled emerald eyes stared out blankly at the walls of the underground lair, no longer vibrant and full of life, once red lips now blue and covered with dried blood. Edward Nigma, known as Riddler, had died three days ago after some of the Arkham security guards had shot him down in front of the other inmates as a lesson for obedience, the red-head having no chance to survive as he died with a bullet to the forehead as a “mercy” killing. While the Rogues may not have liked each other, they were all stunned to see one of their own shot down like a dog, and rioted, killing the guards the most painful ways they knew. No one noticed Edward’s body being dragged down deep within Arkham Asylum, one of the most infamous Rogues having vanished within the fighting. Jonathan Crane couldn’t believe his best friend, his only friend, had died and tried to patch him uDon't Go (Riddler x Scarecrow) (Friends)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Repatched DispatchI imagine a visual menu for emergency rather than working your order with the waiter/waitress at the restaurant with careful voice and ears. In the complexity of the situation, two simple buttons await.Repatched Dispatch3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gaze at the left and the gentle eyes of a nurse gaze back, beginning a healthy (but rather expensive) romance of care to heal the pains they shot you with.. stabbed you in the back with.. left you in the rain with.
The right summons the hand of the law to hold down the legs of whoever runs away from it. This godly hand isn't a cruel human; listen not to the hand's response to anyone who bit it.
Fingers are voices. Touching either or both would say all you'd need to.
I called 911.
Some numbers were lost in the 411
When they sent the second responder.
Forcing two fives in the air still haunt her.
Forcing the ones to get down is a remembered bully that still taunts her.
If only, if only.
Forbidden FruitThe sky is clear, the air warm. A road runs alongside a hedgerow of pink rose bushes. The Knight of roads paces along the path, muttering.Forbidden Fruit4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Give her a gift.” He shakes his head and turns to walk the other way. “Invite her to watch the sunset.” He sighs, turns, and walks back. “Tell her she's … ”
The Knight stops and sighs. He peers over the hedgerow.
In a grassy meadow awash with wildflowers of every color, a pack of humanoid creatures sing and talk. Their lower half looks like a trailing skirt. Their arms are thin and flat, and they all have turquoise hair, the fringe draped over large eyes.
One of the creatures wears a pink rose, the stem woven through her hair. The Knight behind the hedgerow sighs.
“Knight of roads!” The voice comes from every blade of grass, from every leaf of the hedge, and every rose. “What are you doing now?”
The Knight winces and nods. “Resting, Voice of the world.”
LD: (Rolepay Log) - Fevered Report (3)LD: (Rolepay Log) - Fevered Report (3)4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The hesitation when Ben moved past was still noticed, although B barely moved from the spot, his eyes now examining Aaron with a chilly, glacial expression, cheek by jowl. The woman remained where she was, the growing animosity that lingered behind her eyes clearly and plainly evident as she demanded his attention.
Again she threw around words that would have set anyone else into a state of shock. But that shock had dulled when she had done so the first time. After all, his supposed ignorance regarding the words Moth and R.M. was an act he was more than happy to fulfill.
His Castle, His Rules.
B tilted his head slightly, almost in a dismissive manner as he watched her, although his lips remained pressed together lightly, nary a trace of his anger or frustration. His body seemed to relax, as if this was merely some sort of foolish dispute over the weather outside. His emotions were brought into submission, Loki chained, although the woman’s ve
Short. Creative writing blurb : soda fruitImagine, if you will, a can of ginger ale. Pick it up. Notice that it is the normal weight of an unopened soda, but there is no slosh to indicate liquid. Feel the can in your skin. It doesn't feel like the cold, unyielding metal of a soda can, but rather, it feels slightly softer, almost malleable. Take a bite. Don't worry, it won't hurt you. Just close your eyes and bite right in. Your teeth rip through the skin and into the flesh. It feels like the freshest, most crisp apple in the world, but it tastes like refreshing ginger ale. You even detect a hint of carbonation in the juice.Short. Creative writing blurb : soda fruit4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The FuneralThe day was beautiful. The sun was shining, birds were singing and a gentle breeze played across the wide expanse of yard around my best friend's manor as I walked across the grass toward the back of the house.The Funeral4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tim had bumped into me on my way out of a blood drive—literally, the man was such a clutz—and had asked that I attend some big ceremony being held in his honor this afternoon. Naturally, being the friend that I was, I said yes and asked what I should wear. Tim had the worst memory of any man I have ever known, so his lack of response as he walked away was no real surprise. I gave him a good five second count to remember my question and turn around to respond before I ran after him. I had turned the same corner he had and found myself staring at an empty, dead-end alley. I sighed and headed for my car, shaking my head. It was just like Tim to disappear like that. He had always been showy.
After an hour of debate back at my apartment, I finally decided on formal attire
Black as ColeCole Fantail was born at Compton-Woodley Airport in Comton, in south central Los Angeles, California. A striking pitch black Augusta Westland AW139 with red eyes, his life was one that should not have ever begun. His mother was an Augusta Westland AW109, a victim of something unintentional and brutal. His father, a Sikorsky S-76, was the son of a fabulously wealthy entrepreneur In Beverly Hills. His life was not only unintended, but was one scarred by death, distrust, and an undeniable lust for revenge.Black as Cole4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well before he was born in 1990, his mother Sadie Fantail was a white and glossy black twenty four year old college graduate tens of thousands of dollars in debt. She was smart and resourceful, but needed money if she didn’t want to be evicted from her home at Los Angeles International Airport. Sadie met the gold and black Braydon Wilde at a bar in Reseda, and both helicopters had a problem. Sadie had her financial woes while Braydon had a primal itch that needed scratching. Brayd
OW OCT: Round 4:1 - ThoughtsShe could hear the sound of steady breathing on the back of her neck, Ruby’s warm breath hitting the back of her neck. Normally after she woke up, it would become something that calmed her, something that reassured her that Ruby was there, but somehow, that night it wasn’t. Her partner was going far in the tournament, she hadn’t lost a round yet and nor had she planned to. Ruby hated failure, and she loved winning, if she had to play dirty to win, then so be it. This round Emily was confident that the dragon would win and go on to the finals, but any time she thought that, a cold stone of dread settled within her. It was a cold that not even Ruby’s radiating warmth could get rid of.OW OCT: Round 4:1 - Thoughts5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The doubt that Ruby would come out of this tournament the victor had long settled in within the emere’s mind, but each time the dragon had gone against an expert, she had won, and she had no reason to believe that this time would be any different.
Emily knew that if Ruby one he
Dumb Questions (TeacherBruceXReader) OneShotDumb Questions (TeacherBruceXReader) OneShot5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Professor Bruce Banner taught 12th grade lower biology, surprising for a man of his talent. He had the ability to obtain any job he could possibly want in the scientific community and of all things he chose to be a teacher. And not an honors teacher, or even a regular teacher, he had decided to teach the less scientifically inclined students. Which everyone knew was just a nicer phrase for the stupid kids. But he enjoyed his work, each year brought new kids and he would inspire them in ways no one thought possible. He gave the kids a chance no one else would.
One child in particular was (F/N) (L/N), she was the youngest in her class and possibly the worst mathematician he had ever seen which in turn affected her science grades as well as math grades. But what she was good at was English, History, and Foreign Languages. The girl was in Honors English and Steve Rodgers', the history teacher, best student. She at the time knew 8 languages, 10 if dialec
Angelic Whisper Chapter 4 - FlightAngelic Whisper Chapter 4 - Flight5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angelic Whisper Chapter 4 – Flight
After a lovely night of dreams of donuts and muffins, I woke up to a ray of light shining through my window. Where was I again? That’s right, Roa.
Gina was already up. “Good morning, Sakura,” she said with a smile.
“Good morning,” I said with a yawn. “You’re in a different outfit today.” For indeed, instead of her denim outfit, instead she was in a bright yellow sundress with lace around the edges.
She laughed. “Yeah, I had Johnny make it for me a few weeks ago to celebrate the return of summer. How do you like it?”
“It looks amazing on you,” I said. “I want one just like it!”
Gina did a little twirl to show it off to me. “Well,” she said, “maybe Saturday we can go get one. You’ll need to get some Angeli first, but if you work hard enough that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Saturday?” I asked. “What day of the week
The Second DayIn the dream worldThe Second Day6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In her hometown Caroline walks in a holy procession singing praises to the mother Mary for her intercession to stop the war as she grasps her prayer rope closing her eyes, she opens her eyes the ground turns to dust making a muddy surface of the trenches, Wielding her pistol. Her old googles are on her eyes shine of magical energies. Ethereal wings sprout from her back as she yells raising her pistol “Over the top!!” as she and other German Colonial soldiers appear from the trenches playing a song of protection which she closes her eyes, she opens them again one more time this time in a shadowy plan this time seeing two children.
She wakes up now around the new surroundings of her apartment in the Angel falls Guardians
Headquarters. Carol wipes her eyes saying “Geez what a hell of a dream.”
She wakes up slowly taking her first pistol, and another one this time a beat up Luger pistol w
The life of Belle (A short story)I am Belle Elinóra Ásvarðurdóttir. I was born in Iceland, in a small village called Íslafjöður where I grew up until the age of 8, and then I moved to Reykjavik. My father, Ásvarður, was a fisherman and sometimes would be gone weeks at a time just so me and my brother, Alexander, could have everything we wanted. My mother, Röskva, was a stay-at-home mum and made sure me and Alexander were cared for.The life of Belle (A short story)6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tragically, a year after moving to Reykjavik, my father’s fishing boat sank in the Mid-Atlantic Ocean and his body was never recovered. We buried his casket full of memoires and remained hopeful that he’d be out there, somewhere.
Sadly, I don’t recall much of my father. His lack of presence in my life has left but vague memories. I remember that he was a tall man, with long, flowing blonde hair and deep blue eyes. That every Sunday, when he was present, he would take me and my brother out on his fishing boat, and we’d