Lillian's Diary 1-1: Well, Here It GoesAugust 23rd, 2009Lillian's Diary 1-1: Well, Here It Goes4 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today official marks the first day as an 8th grader for me. I think I'm both nervous and excited at the same time. The reality of the situation is that, I know for a fact, I AM gonna pass like I always do. It's just, think about it. 8th grade, last year of middle school. Next year, I'll be a freshman in high school, I'll be the smallest yet again. Elementary was easy, middle school was a bit more neutral. High school might be a bit more different, who knows. That's all that I can write for the time being, I have to get going.
I can't believe I wrote this....... what happened?
That thought pondered in her mind. Here she was, 18 years old and reading something from when she was 13. It's not bad to reflect and remember some events from your past right? That's not what Lillian is thinking though.
August 23rd (continued)
Today wasn't a good one at all, I had a feeling something would happen. I was teased
Bad Kindness That was serious. That was very serious. And it was not only about usual calm and kindly nature changed to that of badly hidden irritation - it was about the "second half" coming to this place. All right, talking with puzzles won't tell anything. To put it straight, Albert Pertwee, the assistant of the hugest bookstore around, was not himself. In normal state he was in love with his job - he was a natural born storyteller, and his memory kept lots of interesting details, so he could always give a nice consultation for anybody. But today he answered all questions with "yes" and "no", muttering them through clenched teeth, and refused to explain anything. This is why he was not alone here.Bad Kindness9 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wanted to see my bro?"
Joanna Pertwee, Albert's twin sister (though they didn't have many things in common, except for their names - Albert John and Joanna Albertina, blast!), walked up to her brother's girlfriend Mytrice Allebloo, who wasn't daring to come close
Kynzikaa Activity Check (North, Dec. 8)Snow lay in a blanket over the ground, the white crystals sparkling in the sun... The summer sun. The North region had been plagued by strange summertime blizzards, a phenomenon that perplexed everyone, but there were no obvious answers as to why the weather had taken such a bizarre turn. No cat knew why this was happening, and they just had to find ways to cope. Well, not that Kynzikaa was very good at quiet acceptance...Kynzikaa Activity Check (North, Dec. 8)1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why is there so much snow? Isn't summertime supposed to be warm? Do you think the clouds were mad? Do clouds have feelings? Are they alive? What are they made of? Why do they disappear after it rains or snows?" The young cat was asking questions faster than they could be answered, trekking through the deep snow just behind Iorek, who was his father, mentor, and leader all in one grumpy tabby-furred package. It was a little difficult for six-moon-old Kyn to keep up with his father, considering the vast difference in leg length and how deep the snow was, but he manage
The three personalities of Percy WetmoreThe three personalities of Percy Wetmore1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Del: NOOOOOOOO!!! MR. JINGLES!!!
I saw Del jumping up from his bunk and running towards me, but then he got grabbed by Brutal and Paul and thrown back into his cell. Slowly, I lifted my foot just to see that it did a very good job. That little vermin was as flat as the tiniest pancake in the world. I saw its right hind leg twitching one time before it remained motionless on the green linoleum. I looked up and saw Paul staring at me in disbelief. I smiled innocently and replied:
Me: I knew I’d get him sooner or later. It’s just a matter of time, really.
With that said I turned and strolled up the Mile while Del still roared after me:
Del: YOU FUCKING CRUEL BASTARD!!!
But that cute little insult only made me sneer. I walked past Dean and Harry and went into the execution chamber while Del began to sob like a little child behind me. Fucking faggot. He mourned over that little pest like it was his own child or something. Well, this is what happens if so
ToadToad had always liked frogs. In fact, that's how he had gotten his nickname. Of course, the other kids, with their blatant ignorance of amphibious species, did not see the obvious differences between frogs and toads. They didn't understand that Toad didn't even like toads. They were too warty, and when they tried to hop it wasn't nearly as impressive as when frogs hopped.Toad1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
All the other kids saw when they saw Toad were huge glass-magnified eyes and a thin, wiry, all-too-energetic-about-all-the-wrong-things body atop legs that really shouldn't have held him up at all, let alone allow him to chase after the leopard frogs he found at the creek.
Toad thought that it was pretty fair though. All he saw of them were chubby lumps of computer-addicted dough that could barely keep up with him as he hopped from rock to moss covered rock on the creek, he thought they did have something in common though: they were both, in each other's eyes anyway, all too excited about all the wrong things. To Toad
Magical: Before the Magic - Riley's StoryMagical: Before the Magic - Riley's Story3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Before the Magic - Riley’s Story”
by Jocelyn Samara D.
Sadie picks up a pancake and throws it across the room. It's so doused in syrup that it meets floor with a hard, wet slap. I want to laugh, but I'm the one that's going to be cleaning it up, and that makes it a lot less funny. I mean, we just moved in here a week ago. Mom's going to go berserk if the floor is already sticky.
"Why exactly did you do that?" I interrogate my sister. I don't know what kind of detailed response I expect from a six-year old, but I have to ask.
"It was burned." Sadie insists. "I don't like it when it's burned."
Upon inspection, it did indeed have a little bit of black on it. It shouldn't have been out of the question to be able to eat around it, but with her, any amount of burning is (apparently) completely unacceptable. I toss her floor pancake in the garbage, and give her one of mine that doesn't appear burnt.
Halo: Hypnosis Evolved"The data transfer is complete, Doctor," reported Cortana upon completing the request. "You'll find all of the relevant data in the new folder on your data pad."Halo: Hypnosis Evolved6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thank you, Cortana," Dr. Newton replied, quickly looking over the data on the SPARTANs' latest mission.
"Will that be all, Doctor?" Cortana asked in a sincere tone that sounded so alien being spoken in Dr. Halsey's voice.
"Yes, that will-" The doctor stopped dead as he noticed an additional file mixed in with the others. It was labelled classified but he still had access to it.
"Is something wrong, Doctor?" Cortana asked slightly impatiently, as if wishing to move on to her next task quickly.
"N-No, it's nothing. You're free to leave."
"Very well. I'll see you when you're ready to submit your report."
Once the A.I.'s purple hologram had faded, Dr. Newton quickly locked the door to his quarters and sat in a black leather seat. Curious about what this file was and why it would be mixed up with such sensitive d
If Texts Could Talk> Hey shithead, come let me in. I forgot where you keep your key.If Texts Could Talk7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
< What the hell, Ani? It’s four in the morning, fuck off.
> Damien, I don’t have any shoes and it’s 30 degrees out here. If you value my friendship, get your ass down here.
< I’ll be down in a sec.
> You better be.
< Have you seen the chinchilla from the bio room?
> Did you lose the chinchilla from the bio room?
< Have you killed the kid who sits next to you in German yet?
> Fuck, Damien!
> My phone was on the desk and he saw your text!
< Ani, I fucked up, I’m sorry
< Ani, please.
< Please lemme know you’re okay and you didn’t drive last night.
> This phone number is no longer in use.
I'm sorry (The Dark One back story, kinda) It was a cold February night, rain fell down soaking into the dirt with every drop. A young man in all black was walking through the cemetery. In his hands was a bouquet of beautiful flowers mixed with purple, yellow, and white. He reached a grave and knelt down to place the flowers. The grave stone read "Stacy Williams. Taken too soon. 1996 - 2012" his head was hung low. He sighed deeply, a scowl of anger was plastered on his face. "Hey Stacy..." He said softly to the grave. "Your dad finally stopped blaming me for...what happened. He still said that he wished I was in your place instead, and I can't blame him...." His eyes began to water. "You said I was going to do great things one day, and now I know what I'm going to do. I am going become a guardian of the night, a nightmare to those who prey on the weak, and most importantly..." He wiped away the stray tears to put back on his angry face. "I am going to find the monster who did this to you. Jeff the Killer wiI'm sorry (The Dark One back story, kinda)7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Req Ratchet-Halo: Gone Girl ReturnedAstrid Cosette sighed as she tried but failed to get out of the literal binds she was in. How in all that is holy did she get tied inside of a barrel with a pack of bandits auctioning her off to the enemy territory? She put her head against the side of the barrel, remembering how she got here.Req Ratchet-Halo: Gone Girl Returned7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The band of knights were stopped for a break. They broke bread and shared it around, the loaf ending up last in Astrid’s hands. She stared at the butt end of the baguette they had all broken and frowned at it.
“Thanks a lot, guys. You know I don’t like the butt end.”
Some of the knights chuckled at her pickiness but she ate the bread without another complaint. Though Astrid was still getting used to being with the brave knights, she was grateful that they were kind to her and also grateful that women were even able to be knights. Astrid really would have preferred being back at home and blacksmithing, for that was her main profession when she was doing normal things.
New LifeLeft, left, right.New Life7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Left, right, left.
“Come on, Flight. Leave.”
Ash looked away from his phone to see his fiancée waiting impatiently for one of their felines to exit the room.
“Flight!” she whined, throwing her head back. “Jeez!”
The cat meowed before heading through the door. With a sound of triumph, the sandy-haired woman closed the door, not bothering to latch it.
Ash continued to watch as Rowan walked to him, landing on the bed with a thump. She twisted herself onto her back, lifting her leg into a stretch.
“I swear, Ro… those cats’ll be the death of you.”
Rowan snorted. “If you don’t kill me first.”
She paused, still stretching, before saying, “I don’t want to go tonight. I feel too fat.”
Ash cocked an eyebrow up, turning his head to face her. “Yeah,” he teased. “You’ve never quite looked the same since I met you.”
She feigned a hurt scoff befo
Her CloudsClouds.Her Clouds8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, clouds were all she could see in the sky. They floated slowly by,
some of them abstract and unclear, others filled with endless arts; reflecting the lives of this cold Earth in a way
too magnificent for words.
The girl whom gazed upon the sight knew - and she knew it well - that this world was undeserving of the fantastic,
dancing pictures which surrounded her. Even she was so undeserving, that she often wondered if she may be the most undeserving of them all.
Yet, never was she - nor the sinful plant on which she lived - denied the great views of the skies.
Why was this so? Why were these eyes; these eyes that were far from the memory of innocence, given such a marvelous privilege? This was a true mystery that the girl pondered on for many hours, her face continually tilted upwards to the sky.
She was determined to retriever her answers; and so she prayed.
Yes... yes, the girl prayed. Day upon day, on and on, these prayers became her muffled chant; her desperate
Thanksgiving On The FlyThanksgiving on the FlyThanksgiving On The Fly9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was around that time again on Mobius to where the fall and winter seasons bring out the best of holidays..and the worst on our waistlines. Halloween, where people would dress up as their favorite characters, going from house to house to grab as much candy as they possibly could to hoard over for the coming weeks, and Christmas was there, with everyone clamoring for the sales of all the gifts and Santa and all that good stuff, but there was usually one thing people didnt think on as much: Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving, the holiday to where we gave thanks..and basically stuff ourselves with 4 servings of turkey, ham, sides, and all that before passing out on a recliner to where either the parade or the football games were going on, ending up with leftovers that could be used for christmas dinner if you wanted to (wouldnt recommend it). But for one person, Sonic the hedgehog, it was going to be different.
He decided to stay home and lock the doors, letting nobody k
BabyStar ThanksgivingSheldon sighed heavily at the nearly burnt oven. “Honey! We need to buy a new oven!” He coughed as he set the fire extinguisher down on the floor.BabyStar Thanksgiving10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Already on it! It’s in the basement!” She hollered out to her husband. “Now, Charlotte, back to the story.” She sat her daughter on her lap and continued on with her story. “The Pilgrims and Native Americans all joined in a big dinner and gave thanks for what they were grateful for. And that’s why every year we have a Thanksgiving dinner to give thanks for our friends, family and others that we’re thankful for to have in our lives today”
Charlotte cooed and clapped her paws. Luna giggled and kissed her daughter on her forehead. She placed her little Riolu in the playpen and headed off into the kitchen to help Sheldon with the Thanksgiving dinner.
Lucario Jr. just sat at his little desk and traced around his paw. Drawing out a turkey. Each knock at the door indicated his frien
Beware the CrickThe Unseen. Recording Books Entry #4206Beware the Crick10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Recently we have had a slip up involving the dimensions of the wall and window system in the library. Student by the name of Jennifer became curious of the blinds following a certain leaking through them, caused by the feast earlier that day for the guardian’s payment. The following are excerpts from the student’s personal journal found on her after the events that came after this series of events.
June 20, 2012
Notes about the new school:
windows on walls
with blinds on them?
lots of windows in classrooms
October 24, 2014
Janet hasn’t come to school for a while now. I’ve texted her, but she always says the same thing: Beware the crick. What a psycho. She never gave me back my bandeau, too. Anyways, I noticed this weird thing in the library today? The was some red stuff tri
It's Been A Long Long Time (Optimus Prime)Optimus sighed as he looked over the human city far below him, Bumblebee silent at his side. The two Transformers were old, their time having passed into the newest generation of Cybertronians, which were slowly rebuilding after the Great War had ended. They had returned to Earth to live out their final days, hidden in plain sight to avoid unwanted attention that was sure to come if they were caught. Tonight though, it was just right to sit back and watch the glittering cities, or the stars that shone above them in a comforting manner. Bumblebee let what humans consider a smile grace his lips, his spark already starting to die out in a peaceful manner. The old scout didn’t mind, he knew soon he would be reunited with the Well of AllSparks and see his old allies once more for eternity. Optimus moved so the younger could get in a more comfortable position, his dulled blue optics looking up at Optimus warmly as his spark finally faded out. Optimus felt his own spark jerk in a momentIt's Been A Long Long Time (Optimus Prime)10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anu Komoashi Meeting the Yugure*in a small village in tokyo japan, a small girl with black hair, a purple outfit with a pair of ears poking out of her head, and her tail wrapped around her waist, her eyes blue and skin almost pale, she walks through the village but desides to find a hidden spot to take a nap, given that she was out of energy and needed to sleep, so she lays down, and closes her eyes, hours later, she wakes up in a strange forest, horribly confused, she gets up and looks around curiously, and frightened*Anu Komoashi Meeting the Yugure11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anu: where..am i...? -she looks left and right, then slowly walks through the forest carefully, shaking violently, her ears flattening against her head-
-around her is nothing more than the calm sounds of a forest at dusk, animals hopping to and fro; the environment doesn't seem disturbed by her presense, rather the shadows cast by the setting sun seem to almost welcome her into them-
Anu: this does not look anything like Japan... i must find out where i am... -she continues on, her tension going up
Untitled StoryOpal rapped on an apartment door with an exuberant amount of gusto. The smile she wore was one of excitement. There was something special on the other side of that polished wood. Her hand made one too many knocks then what was considered social acceptable. She seemed nonchalant about the standard. It was either that or Opal was too engaged to notice her rude behavior. Her knuckles continued to knock.Untitled Story12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The door was pulled open within moments of Opal's pounding. For a few seconds her hand was left bashing the air. After the solid surface disappeared she finally realized what she was doing. With an embarrassed smile she pulled her hand back. The person that opened to her didn't look very happy. Not quite angry, but hardly amused to say the least.
That changed when the person saw who was there to visit. "Oh, it's you! I thought you were a door to door salesman. Come on in, Honey." The door was fully opened for Opal to enter.
"H-Hey, Mom! Thanks. I'm sorry for knocking like
Haunted Past of an Old SteamerHaunted Past of an Old Steamer12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone knows that railroads are the backbone of America and without the very trains that ran across the streak of iron and steel, America would've never been the successful country it is now.
But every old steam engine has a sad story to tell about their past and those they have lost to the breaker's torch and this is one of those. So sit back in your seats and listen to the story of Muir, the old steam train from Piston Peak National Park.
The rail yard was bustling with activity as the morning trains prepared to leave. Muir and his pal, a 2-6-0 Mogul named Winston had awoken to take the first morning passenger trains out of Salt Lake City Terminal in Salt Lake City, Utah. Muir had to spend the night at the Salt Lake City yard arriving with a late passenger train from St. Paul, Minnesota the night before. It had been a successful year for all trains coming from th
MAGE: Mended BondsWith the fluttering and falling of frost always came a mixture of pleasant and nostalgic memories, the kind to call him out, lure him towards the white landscape crying for a promise to be fulfilled time and time again. Despite the repetition of the ritual he had never gotten bored of hearing the crunch of snow under his feet and the numbness taking over his fingertips as they sculpted the army meant to win the war against his pessimism.MAGE: Mended Bonds12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today however, his seasonal routine was interrupted forcibly, halting the pale haired boy from tying up the laces on brown high boots with a violent knock on the door. The hollow sound of feet against the wooden frame forced his pair of velvet appendages to lift from their lazy position, expressing surprise and even concern as he hurried from his comfortable place on the couch despite the dangers in clumsiness taking over with the simplest act of rushing out with laces swaying along with his steps.
It was a delivery or so they said behind the do