Diaper Dude - Part 1: The beginningCharactersDiaper Dude - Part 1: The beginning15 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Drake Kersey – a basic average boy, who joins a special project and thus, he becomes Diaper Dude, a superhero in diapers.
- Lorelei Laurel – the aunt and guardian of Drake. She provides her nephew plenty of details for his extraterritorial adventures.
- Karen Laurel – Drake’s mother, who gets killed at the beginning of the story.
- Jack Kersey – the chief of police and Drake’s father.
Drake Kersey had registered himself for a special project. Of course, his mother, Karen Laurel, who knew all about this project, was against it, but when her sister, Lorelei Laurel, who started the project, promised her to take good care for him, she reluctantly agreed. “Remember to do exactly as your aunt tells you to do,” Karen told Drake. “Since pulling out isn’t an option, she’ll be following each step of the project.” “Understood, mom,
Operation badgerOperation BadgerOperation badger58 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Victory is a privilege and is earned not given” The people in the intercom said as an inspirational speech “this is why we live to fight not rely on others. We stand strong, proud, and with honor.” I go to the armory and arm myself with my Moral code M4 and a M1911 that I just got a week ago. Other than that I get my usual bandolier and amour setup for operations. I head to the chinook with the others. “Hey Guys” I said calmly. “I’m good” all of them replied. “Ok solders you and the others will rondevou on the entrance before a breach” The Commander said. “Hear that mates we enter the area with the others” I said to everyone in the chinook. We strapped up and got ready to go. “Alright we’ll show the overview of the map in a new prototype visor installed in your visors” A sudden voice said. As said an overvie
RedFarming is a seasonal work.Red1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's something silly to remark, but some things need to be. Many new farmers start building and tiling the ground and getting seeds at the end of winter, something inteligent. As spring starts, they plant everything and survive on water and bread until it grows, hoping that they won't end in the street. And some of them don't.
But, then again, farming is a seasonal work. When they sell their production and if they played their cards right, they can end up with quite a bunch of money. Then they waste it and end up another winter with bread and water.
Now, focus on farmers with common sense. Winter is a bad time in some places-- the ground itself freezes and ends up hard as a rock, so hard that you can't even bury your dead, and everyone is scared because a single bad storm could easily get everyone to their breaking point. Things like that have happened. But farmers aren't dumb-- farmers, as everyone who sucessfully works the earth, have a good common sense,
Trickery part 2 (wolf/rabbit, vore)Bill went about his daily routine with little worry. Well with little more worry then he had every day. In the forest there were always ways to get killed or eaten so if you wanted to keep living you had to constantly be watching for what was out there. There was a snapping twig nearby which caused Bill to stop mid chew and watch, another snap had him bolting through the trees and into his secluded narrow burrow. He hadn't seen anything, and most likely it was just a limb falling or the like. Bill didn't care though as he was cautious over brave which left him alive.Trickery part 2 (wolf/rabbit, vore)2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a while longer of waiting Bill poked his head out to try a second foraging attempt, perhaps he would try the other direction this time in hopes of better food. Looking about and not seeing anything Bill poked out further then further tool he was slowly making his way out to find more food.
Just a little further away, a canine muzzle proudly poked out of a newly dug hole in the ground, deep enough that the occupant in
Issa's Future in the Delta“...And that's how I learned you shouldn't lick trees,” Issa says, concluding a rather exhaustive tale. “My tongue was sooo swollen I could hardly talk for three days!”Issa's Future in the Delta2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her companion and newest friend, a dark young zebra filly named Lamis, regards the princess curiously with large, doe-brown eyes. “That... was quite a story.”
Issa beams, proud to have been able to pass along some of her new found wisdom about trees, tree sap and the bugs that linger around such sap that have /really/ nasty stingers and do /not/ appreciate being licked up.
The two new friends are lounging in the shade of a large tree. In the distance, the striped figures of other zebras graze. A few call back and forth to one another, drawing the attention of the girls. “Is that your pride?” Issa asks.
The young zebra giggles. “Zebras don't live in prides, Issa. That's my herd.”
“Oh.” Issa gazes at the distant figures, frowning thoughtfully. “
In which Kupoteza becomes indebted to an OxpeckarFinally, after almost an hour of pure struggle, Kupoteza finally managed to fell the lone zebra. An old thing it was, but it'd still had a lot of fight left. Satisfied with his kill, Kup took a final look around the area for any sort of danger, as was becoming habit nowadays.In which Kupoteza becomes indebted to an Oxpeckar3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As great a kill as it may have been, a full zebra was far too large to carry all the way back to the standpoint alone, no matter how scrawny it may be, nor how strong Kup may have become. He would have to ah... 'lighten the load' himself, and even then he still ran the risk of being accosted by any number of other predators much bigger and stronger than he. This was known hyena territory, after all, and Kup wouldn't have been the slightest bit surprised if he were to be confronted by a rogue lion or two. In fact, some males had been spotted wandering these parts for some time, no matter how miserably cold and grey it was this time of year.
So, without further ado, the tom dug into the carcass. Old Man Zebra wasn't
This is HalloweenSam was flipping through the pages of her book, while sitting on the couch quietly. At least, she was. Suddenly from out of nowhere, Legion came bursting through the door, panting loudly. Sam jumped a little bit at the sudden scare.This is Halloween3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"L-Legion!" Sam exclaimed. "Is everything okay?"
"Sam! You'll never believe this! Outside!" Legion tried to catch his breath. Sam listened intently, wondering just what it was she was 'never going to believe'. "There was someone outside! A monster!"
"You're right, I don't believe you."
"Go check yourself!"
"Okay." Sam finally said, putting her book on the coffee table and walking over to the kitchen. She got a flashlight from the middle drawer and walked over to the doorway, flickering it on. She had a feeling Legion was just trying to scare her. It was Halloween night after all, and the little kids have finally cleared the streets, so she figured he would attempt to scare her. She flashed the light around the perimeter of the house, with the light
Too Far Gone“C'mon, babe, jus’ follow the sound o' my voice!” Catalina called from my bedroom. “Got somethin' to show ya!”Too Far Gone4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was my nineteenth birthday; the party was over; my parents were sleeping. I’d taken it on myself to start cleaning up when I heard Catalina. I smiled, setting down the big, black garbage bag and walking to my room. “Yeah? You d-” I froze in the doorway, my jaw hanging open.
Catalina looked so proud of herself. She was on my bed, stripped down to her underwear. She sat up straight, swaying as though she might fall over, her soft gut pouring over the front of her panties, hanging down, pudgy, pale and jiggling with every movement. She saw me staring, and smirked, “Like wha'chu see?” she motioned me closer, “Come closer.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. I climbed onto the bed, pulling her close, grabbing her love handles and relishing the feel of her silky-smooth skin giving way to the pressure
Prompt 2Prompt 2: The story starts during a vacation. The story takes place in the evening. During the story, there is an assassination. The story must involve some boots or shoes in the beginning. A character steals something.Prompt 24 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sadie and her family were vacationing in North Carolina. Today they were going to visit a river and go white water rafting. Sadie's little sister was wearing bright pink rain boots and jumping in all the fresh puddles; it had rained last night. The river should be even more wild than usual.
They arrived at the park at which the river was located that evening and went in to register. Sadie and her little sister went into the gift shop while their parents got them all passes. Sadie's sister saw a adorable water toy and she really really wanted it, but she had no money. She looked around, nobody was looking. She stuffed it in her boot after taking the tag off. Sadie saw, but said nothing. Her little sister got away with everything. Hell, if she tried to steal a pencil she'
ADMIRAL AVEILA CONCLUSIONDaria... Give me your blade. Gracela said. Save the ones that you love, Nataliya has known you, Evelyn knows you,ADMIRAL AVEILA CONCLUSION4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tara believes you can do it, your trainer trained you hard for hundreds of years to do this again. You were the
hero that we all once knew after your father left, you can do this again even though you lost your immortality, you
did it once at your own risk, you can do it. Gracela said.
*Gracela begins enchanting Daria's blade, allowing fire to come through it*
If you can do this and save Nataliya's life before Evelyn has to lose power to the IV that powers her recovery, then
you can save her life successfully, otherwise if Evelyn loses the power to that IV machine that is keeping her alive,
she will die and Loradin will need a new leader. Tara said.
I used to be that hero everyone once knew, until that assassination attempt that almost left me for dead, but Tara,
there is a matter that I must need to bring to you at first before I can bring to Kairne while she operates on N
Prompt 1Prompt:Prompt 14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The story must have a witch-hunter/inquisitor involved in the middle. The story must involve a formal outfit in it. A character is vengeful throughout most of the story.
“Sarah! Get your ass down here, you're going to be late!” yelled Sarah's mom.
“I'm coming, gimme a minute. Seriously, chill.”
“But I need to take a picture of you before you go! Prom only happens once!”
Sarah came down the stairs, holding the bottom of her dress up high. “Ok, I'm ready.”
Sarah's mom froze. Sarah was beautiful. A knock on the door snapped her out of it. “I'm coming.” yelled the mother. She walked to the door and opened it. What appeared to be a boy wearing a tuxedo stood outside. He said “Hi, I'm here for Sarah.” in a higher pitched voice than she had expected. Sarah's mother looked at him confusedly. “I thought Sarah was dating a girl.”
“Well, she kinda is. I'm genderfluid. Today I'm a boy.”
Clouds of Avia test pageThe sun was setting as Malco held the theatre backdoor open for Celia; she stepped out into the alley beyond, her heart beating faster, and entirely unsure why this should be the case. I've...been here before...?Clouds of Avia test page5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What is this place?" she asked, looking into the street. It was - overwhelming; yes, that was about the only word she could think of to use. It felt alien and homely; almost too real to comprehend. It was a city - she could still conceive of basic concepts, even if she could not remember one single particular. Through the evening fog she could see Georgian-Gothic brick buildings - tall, looming and dirty, poor things, uncleaned in this back alley - each street a narrow winding maze, filled with carriages, besuited gentlemen with gold watches and top hats, and ladies in feathered hats and crinoline dresses not unlike what she herself wore. She could hear late night street vendors crying wares, and babies, and beggars; the hooves of horses on the cobbled streets and the
Admiral Aveila*At the hospital of Goddess Maria Rose Melitta's*Admiral Aveila5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It looks like that Nataliya is going through a long process Ms. Zenheart. Kairne said. Well, it seems like my daughter
is the only person who has managed to live for very long and went through a lot to get to where she is now. Isadora
*Inside the sanctuary Admiral Aveila is in right now*
Poison's not going to affect me since i'm undead... and it looks like whoever made a poisonous corpse bomb needs to try
something else to kill me, and I'm going to find out who made this poisonous bomb that killed my partner dead, and I'll
be sure that vengeance takes this person out dead. Admiral Aveila said in the dark dim sanctuary.
THE MAIDENS FLAME
CASE NUMBER: 5674794666
KUROSAKA MEI AVEILA (ADMIRAL AVEILA)
The one we once knew in the past, years ago, Admiral Aveila has left seeking for the political tool, we now know as the
Sinarhim. This tool is being sought by her and one other, but once a poisonous bomb was released from
PoA Event 5 - Day 7Day 7: DancePoA Event 5 - Day 76 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
March 14, 8:03 PM
To be fashionably late was all a part of royal events – and it was Tara’s specialty. Still, to be late to this event was, perhaps, unwise, not to mention a little tasteless, but when did she ever care for decorum?
Maybe now was the time to care.
“Almost done back there, Maeve?” she asked, beginning to get nervous.
The Pancham tugged hard on the back of the dress, drawing a gasp from Tara. “Got it!” Maeve chirped, leaping off of the stool and stepping back to observe the final look. “Tha’ dress is stunning on you!”
Tara peered down at herself; the jade-green dress flared around her, pooling along the ground in tasteful swirls that sparkled with jewels. Its neckline was a little low, but it swooped in a heart-shape, very alluring to the eye, and it perfectly framed the markings on her hood.
“Ah, yes, almost forgo’,” muttered Maeve. “Gotta hide those des
SoW: Husky DinnerFirestorm looked at the restaurant with a slight frown. "Why are we here?" she asked the dog beside her, glancing at Viktor. The striped husky gave a charming smile that would had made any other she-dog swoon, but the red husky didn't bat her eye. "That is a surprise. Shall we go, my Lady?" The crippled husky made a little bow and led the way to the back of the eating place, where a table cloth had been laid on an old crate and had a lamp on it.SoW: Husky Dinner6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Firestorm raised a brow as she sat beside Viktor, said dog turning his head to let out a loud and commanding bark. From the shop came a waiter carrying a large plate which he sat down in front of the two huskies. "Enjoy," the human said with a bow, then retreated back inside.
The red husky was confused as she watch Viktor took a bite of the pasta, slurping the noodles up with a sly smile. She sniffed at the strange food then tried some, slurping the noodles up. Yum!
As the two dogs ate, the sound of music drifted out from the opened door of the