Princess Charming - Part FivePrince unlocked the door to her apartment and stumbled inside. She caught herself and leaned against the wall.Princess Charming - Part Five1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perry closed the door behind them. “So you’re not staying with Crusher while you’re hiding out?”
“Nah.” Prince used the wall to help herself over to the bed. “We can’t really stand more than two days of each other’s company. Besides, it’s better I keep her out of this. If Damien does any poking around, I don’t want him led to her.” Prince flopped down on the bed and heaved a huge sigh. “I hate this. I walk up a few stairs and I’m wiped out.”
“You did drive around.” Perry pointed out.
“I hate this.” Prince closed her eyes.
“Is Crush okay?” Perry asked. “I noticed her…”
“Coup d’etat.” Prince said.
“What?” Perry asked.
“Shift in power.” Prince said. “Crush was a gang leader. Became one or al
CJ's birthday water inflationCJ was just walking along in a meadow when he just saw a figure. It had a mushroom like head and familiar eyes. It had gold clothes and a happy mood all the way.CJ's birthday water inflation7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
CJ: Who's there?
Figure: It's me, Gold Toad.
CJ: Hello there.
Gold Toad: I just came here for a gift for you.
CJ: A gift for me?
Gold Toad: Close your eyes.
CJ closed his eyes and when he opened them, there was a hose in his mouth.
Gold Toad: Ready?
CJ: I'm ready!
Gold Toad turned on the water hose and watched as CJ's belly began to swell up.
CJ: Glug Glug Glug Glug Glug Glug...
Gold Toad watched as his belly is as big as a neighborhood block.
Gold Toad: Wow, that's huge!
Gold Toad rubbed and hugged CJ's belly as it got bigger and bigger.
CJ: Thanks. I was feeling pain.
Gold Toad: How are you?
CJ: A little better.
Gold Toad: Good.
CJ continued to feel pain but slightly as his belly is rubbed some more as his belly stopped inflating to the size of a planet. The hose is out of his mouth.
CJ: Thank you for such a great gift.
Journal of a Goblin part 2Day 17Journal of a Goblin part 214 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I got tested to see what job would most suit my in me in my promotion. After days of intense training it was determind what I was best at. After days of training it was found that I'm best at archery, I beat everyone else at it. It was tought but I was able to hit 1 out of 10 non-mobile targets.
Though unlike the crazy customs that the humans practice, where you get chosen based on your best skill, we consult chicken bones. Unfortunatly the goblin performing the ceremoney mistook the bones for an alive chicken and choked to death. So I was promoted to a new regiment, the trap creators.
I dug a pit and put sharp sticks at the bottom, it should get the adventurers that aren't well equiped.
Today I saw the first adventurer fall into the pit after waiting all day! I couldn't help but notice how little armor they had on, I know that my next promotion is coming all the faster after that. Though after the human fell in seven of my comrades ran to kill him and fell i
Chapter 6: The Forest of SoulsThe morning sky shined into my eyes. I blinked the sunlight away and sat up. "Good, you're finally awake." I looked down and saw Cat swatting my tail back and forth. As I looked beside me I saw that Cheetah and Snow Leopard were awake too. Cheetah was digging his claw in a patch of dirt while Snow Leopard watched. Dog was awake too, licking his lips. "How long have you guys been up?" I asked, moving my tail away from Cat. "We woke up a couple minutes ago." Snow Leopard replied grooming her fluffy gray tail. "Um...Wolf. There's something behind you." Cheetah said, pointing with his tail behind me. I turned my head and gasped.Chapter 6: The Forest of Souls7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind me was a long gray thing. It had a face, yet it was see through. I could see the trees and bushes behind it. A gray mist surrounded it's body. "What is that thing?" Cat asked, giving it a confused look. "I don't know." I muttered surprised at the strange thing. Cat walked up to the floating thing and tapped it with her paw. To our su
My (dumb) JokeA guy enters the bar and sees his buddy sitting by himself, looking upset.My (dumb) Joke4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The guy asks "What's wrong? "
His buddy reply "My woman is exerting her dominance again and through me out"
The guy grabs his buddy by the shoulders and yells "You are the man of the house! March back to your home and tell that bitch off!"
Feeling motivated, the buddy agrees and after finishing his drink, he storms out of the bar.
An hour later, the buddy comes back to the bar with a shinner.
The guy asks "Oh shit! What happened to your eye?"
His buddy reply "Well, I did what you said and..."
The guy asks "And what?"
His buddy reply "She gave me a black eye!"
The guy flinched a little and says "Damn! I'm sorry, dude! I forgot your grandma can hit that hard!"
Dumb joke, huh?
Biggie's Big Confidence The young man called Biggie earned his name because of his big ego, not because of his whole body's size or shape. That might have earned him the name of Slim, Floppy, or Small-y. But if we're talking about his opinion of himself, Biggie deserved his name very much.Biggie's Big Confidence9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
All of the kids Biggie's age (it would be wrong to call them `friends') liked the movies quite a lot. But Biggie's focus on movies went far above and way beyond normal. He talked about movies to no end. He had a special knack for bringing any conversation to the topic of cinema, making any free time activity linked to acting, and quizzing people on favorite movie lines. One of his worst habits, though, was arguing the finer points of movie making with people who could not have known - or cared - any less about the topic. In fact, he often tried to have these conversations with people who had already walked away. And, with his ever-present ego, Biggie had a terrible habit of telling people ov
Simply a Dream I was running through the aisles, frantically searching with fear in my eyes. Suddenly the frozen foods section came up and I dashed to the desserts. Finding the ice cream my eyes scan the labels noting the flavors, searching for one in particular. There at the bottom I found it. The ice cream label that told the flavor ‘Waffle’. I grab it and turn around, jumping out of the way of a large crowd of people. I watch as they search the fridge. “It’s not here!” “There’s no more!” “She has it! She has the last waffle!”Simply a Dream18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turn and run my way down another aisle. This one was dawned with Christmas decorations. The hoard of people still chasing behind me, a cloud of dust flew out behind them like something from a cartoon. The shelving stood about 30 feet high. I jump launching myself into the air and landing at the top of the shelves where a catwalk meet with it.