A New StartWell I messed up somewhere.A New Start11 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
We have reached this point in my life.
I have hope... my goal... still not sure.
I think it was to just start over.
My life was messed up. Ruined.
Let's put the past behind us. Bury our sins.
I felt like I was re-born. Finally entering the outside world... I haven't been out since that day Wang was attacked.
He was the last person I wanted to forget.
I walked deep into the forest, ending up in the mountains.
My it was boring.
But hope keeps us walking. Pushing us foward.
I wanted to see what else fate had in store.
I couldn't describe to you were fate leaded me.
It was a temple.
Not one to pray.
I guess today you would say it was for monks. But they people I met there were more like samurias... heros.
Fighting for a reason...
But with this new life I again had no reason.
I knew there was meaning to living, but I never understood what fate was trying to tell me.
Was this good or bad?
I had no clue what I w
The Gods are Good (Sage and Saurugol):iconUniskorne: Havir Lands...Black Forest...The Gods are Good (Sage and Saurugol)32 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a smell and a feeling to the woods in the time when everything was waking up. It was hard to describe-- more than just the crisp, comforting smell of the trees and more than the sensation of being surrounded by familiar, welcoming giants--but Sage would know this place even if she were struck blind. Something in her soul was spoken to when the wind soughed through the branches, and her paws never found uneven ground here, no matter how rough the terrain. To her, this stretch of forest was the heart of Havir, as it was where her own found peace.
However, she had sought the High Priest's wisdom and was enlightened. It was with new eyes that she now went about her daily patrol. This day, unlike those preceding her talk with Silvanus, was joined by a greater sense of purpose and awareness. The air was pregnant with a strange feeling of potential. It made the fur of Sage's coat tingle and caused her to pa
Character Challenge- Day5- HannahThe woman sighed sitting down at her desk. The man looked at her from the bed in the corner. “What is it Doctor? I thought you’d be happy.”Character Challenge- Day5- Hannah32 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I would if you talked to more than just me. The other scientists would like to know about you too you know Demigod.” She said jotting down a few notes. “Lewis especially.”
“Doctor I told you to call me Ridgedog.” The man said pouting hovering about an inch of his bed still watching her.
“And I told you to call me Hannah when we’re talking like this yet you insist on calling me Doctor.” She said grinning slightly looking up at him.
“So what do I get if I actually talk to the others?” the man asked floating over and sitting on her desk.
“What do you want Ridgedog?” The woman asked leaning back and looking up at the man who smirked more at her. She smiled slightly shaking her head slightly.
“You know exactly what I want Hannah but you still insist on
Best Yugioh Series from worst to best. The best Yugioh series from worst to best.Best Yugioh Series from worst to best. 1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's right, since there are a total of 5 Yu-Gi-Oh! anime series, I am going to compile a list of the worst to the best Yu-Gi-Oh! Series. So are you ready? Then let's rev it up and get your game on! It's Time to Duel!
I know a lot of you are going to say that it's a new series, give it a chance, but NOPE. I only can give each series one chance to prove themselves, and ARC-V lost that chance at the opening theme. The Theme song was a bit too fast and the animation for the intro was a bit too bright. Plus the theme, kind of sounds like the theme from the Original Series and it sounds like it's trying to give advice about dueling, I don't mind it, but it just annoys me. Then there's the dimensions, I like the idea, but they just copied it from GX and I don't like it when they copy something from previous series.
Even though I said that it was the worse Yu-Gi-Oh Series, but I'm going to cut it some slack, even
The Fall of the Storm The crackling of embers and heat from the fire was more than uncomfortable for a small tuxedo she-cat. It was everywhere, and had seemingly erupted late in the night. She thought it was because of the strange colors in the sky that made the loud noises, but she also thought that maybe it was Starclan telling them that they were displeased with something. Whatever the case, there was flames everywhere, dancing where she had once been proud to call her home. And she had just gotten used to the rough terrain, too.The Fall of the Storm1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her oddly coloured eyes frantically searched for her older sister, and the only red-eyed she-cat in the clan; Mallowpaw. Mallowpaw was always susceptible to the heat of Fireclan, but now that there really was a fire, Starlingpaw was extremely worried about her and frustrated with herself that she hadn't been aware of her sister's location. She'd already lost her two other siblings, Basilkit and Leapkit, all those
Tearful MelodiesI remember, he sat across from me on that crisp September night. The wind could be heard passing through the trees, and the smell of Autumn was in the air, a beautiful sight, a wonderful smell. I remember the sadness that stood out in his eyes, brighter than any other emotion that was trying to show. He took my hands in his and told me that it wasn't my fault, that these things never were. He told me that he needed to get out and try new things, and then he pecked my cheek and gathered his things, and walked out of the door. Out of my life. I wasn't used to this feeling, this feeling of emptiness, rejection, loneliness. Because he took those things away from me for so long, kept them numbed like a drug. And he shielded me from it all for so long that I didn't know how to cope with it anymore. And it's December now, and it hasn't left my mind. It's December now, and my legs are dangling from the roof. It's not the way he made me feel that brought me here. It's the way he didn't make meTearful Melodies2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ami - Year Eighteen He looked like one of the three had looked.Ami - Year Eighteen3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course the three were dead; she’d made sure of it a while back, and so this of course was not one of them, and he was younger, besides. Ami’s eyes were upon him.
He was a human; she could tell by the frailty in his gait, the innocence in his smell. From behind he was not intimidating, and so from behind she approached him; taller than her, of course – jet black hair radiating color with the rainbow of Tokyo nightlights; the way his ears were perked sort of out from his head, the way his hands swung when he walked; that reminded her of the one of the three. She blinked. Perhaps that was why she’d noticed him in the first place. The resemblance made her jaw tight, her pulse quick, something like fear and not like fear flowing like fire inside. So it would be.
She fell into step beside him, though the sidewalk offered other places for her t
A Story of PocrescophobiaWhen she was young, she was happy; she grew up loving herself, and loving her body. She had no fear, and little understanding of herself and life.A Story of Pocrescophobia3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she grew up, she had learnt to fear. No one really knew what caused this realization; but one day, years of ignorance had just occurred to her. She feared herself, she feared being ugly, she feared food. Grade 8 was the year she had finally learned to hate herself, just like society had thought her to do so. Just like her mother had prayed she never would.
At first she spent days, then weeks, then months, leaving herself deprived of real food; before long she had learnt to ignore the hunger pains she'd constantly he badgered by everyday.
Life was miserable, and so was she; but to her delight she had realized the massive loss of weight she had just experienced. She was in grade 11 when she had realized that she had lost over 100 pounds, something that she had told herself was impossible. Regardless of her new found victory, her fear for we
The Treasure of the Empty ManorIt had finally been narrowed down to three places. The old creepy door with the broken hinge leading to the attic, the musty jewelry box upstairs in the guest room, and the trap door under the carpet in mom’s closet. Before grandpa disappeared, he left a letter behind to Uncle Gregg and mom. The letter explained little about where he had disappeared to, and only that he had hidden his life savings somewhere in the old manor.The Treasure of the Empty Manor3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mom and Uncle Gregg had wanted to sell the house for quite a while, and the first time I’d seen the letter was just a few weeks ago. The house was examined for at least two days and the only places that seemed worth looking at were marked down. After begging to look around the house, Mom finally gave her approval for the treasure hunt.
Three red balloons were tied to the door with the broken hinge in the hallway. Without marking it first, it would have blended in with the other doors in the hallway. In the letter, grandpa described his treasures—a
Ruby It was just another day to Noah. Another fall day after class in a string of many in his life, but the time was just right for his favorite moment of the day. While he waited for his friend with ruby red hair to finish her notes, he sat outside the classroom under a tree looking up into its branches. He couldn’t remember the last time he had just relaxed like this, but it gave him a moment to just listen to the birds sing as the swooped around in the blue skies above.Ruby4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey Noah!” Ruby said with a bright smile as she skipped over to sit next to him under the tree, “Thanks for waiting for me today. I don’t like walking home by myself since I heard some people have been going missing along the rural roads.” She dug into her bright pink lunchbox for a bag of little gummy snacks, tearing the bag open with her teeth so she could share with him.
“Ruby I feel like I’ve waited all week for y
Max It's Okay, It's OkayIt was the 4th of July. Everyone had already gathered around to watch the fireworks that night including Justin and his parents. He still felt as though he wasn't as important to them as Kyle was, but Kyle was gone, and now he was trying to demand more attention to himself then anything else.Max It's Okay, It's Okay5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the fireworks exploded across the sky, the sound of bombs and explosives sounded off as the sounds extirpated from his ears. He suddenly was losing in the interest in the beauty as it made him think of Kyle, and even more so it made him think of Max. He ran home wanting to make sure that Max was okay, knowing that the noise would frighten him if it echoed around town.
Once Justin was back at home he found Max in his cage in the backyard, barking at the sky anxiously moaning and yelping as the noise sent him back into memories of the day Kyle died as the explosives shattered through his world and his eye of perspective. "Max it's okay it's okay" Justin's voice began to pull him out of the memory