Dear Prince CharmingI'm sorry, but it's not working out between us.Dear Prince Charming2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
P.S. I'm NOT perfect.
Word Of Warning.Your parents always used to tell you.Word Of Warning.4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
To be on your best behavior.
And not to misbehave.
'Hush now, oh he'll find you' is what they would say.
They said 'Don't misbehave'.
Or else someone..or something.
Will come after you in the night.
A ghoul, a monster, a demon.
Well..we have a name for him.
And his name is the Walken.
No one has ever seen the Walken up-close.
Nor have they lived to tell about it.
They say the Walken is a mysterious vampiric being.
Who feeds on the fear of his victims.
He can instantly detect what their phobias are by smell.
And he has a very heightened sense of smell.
They say that he comes out on nights when the moon is blood red.
To seek those who have done terrible things and done wrong.
Once he finds you, he'll hypnotize you.
And then he'll use his powers to corrupt your dreams.
He'll turn them into grotesque nightmarish visions.
Where you'll have to fight your own worst fear just to survive.
And that's only half of it.
Oh yes, it gets s
The eyes of darkness chapter 1 A path to a cold hedgehog's heartThe eyes of darkness chapter 18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once there lived a blue hedgehog named Sonic the hedgehog. He was the hero of mobius at least he was before Eggman's death. After Eggman's death Sonic was sad because he missed the adventures he had and fighting robots. Sometime since the day sonic defeated him he has not left his house. This made everyone worry. People say that he died because of what he missed but no one knew that Sonic had disappeared to the thin air.
Chapter 1:The tear of a sad princes acorn
After Sonic had disappeared, Sally was in tears of narrowness of a broken heart. Sally thought she would never meet someone as great as sonic the old hero of mobius. Sally became friends with Shadow the hedgehog. Shadow helped Sally to move on and forget about her true love for a while. Sally's heart started growing strong
Kelli and Jessica, wedgie roommates!Kelli sat on her bed, lightly kicking her feet as a comic sat in her lap. Kelli was a freshman, and especially in college, felt a bit young. She turned 18 only a few months before, and she felt like she always looked a bit young, too.Kelli and Jessica, wedgie roommates!8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kelli wasn’t particularly tall or short, and she had lightly pale skin, with golden blonde hair that fell in heavy curls alongside her head, framing a slightly round and cheerful face, including slightly rosy cheeks. She was average weight, with some nice curves on her hips, and a very impressive D-cup chest, held under a tight-fit t-shirt. She wore some high-cut jean shorts and a pair of high-fitting boyshorts underneath, as she continued to kick her legs.
She hummed her way reading, as her door flung over, and Jessica, her neighbor, walked in.
Jessica was a bit shorter than her, and 19, with shortish straight brunette hair that hung in bangs over her forehead, and slightly dark skin. She always wore bright red lips
Rublev's Three Days Albert Rublev, an extremely distant relative of the famous Russian icon painter, sat petrified in front of a blank canvas. Albert had met a demon named Belshayar. Belshayar offered Albert all the riches he desired if in three days he could paint a masterpiece that would make the demon cry. “Pfff, easy money. And in the unlikely event that I don’t succeed?” asked Albert. Belshayar puffed himself up, pointed to the ground, and shouted, “You will meet an unbearable fate.”Rublev's Three Days14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So here sat Albert on a stool, on the eve of the third day in a crepuscular studio with a blank mind, soul and canvas. Sweat drained from every pore, soaking his clothing and creating a pool on the floor. He shivered as if afflicted with influenza, and his eyes dashed madly about whenever a sound rang out for fear that at any moment Belshayar would come to claim his soul. A scuttling sound caused Albert to swivel about madly in hi
Say Those WordsI was mortified, actually. He looked into my eyes with what seemed like the fear of impending doom, and all I’d asked him was if he loved me. Wasn’t that an easy question? Wasn’t that something he could say pretty easily? The way he usually smiled when he was with me, the way he’d take my hand, or hug me from behind, weren’t those all things that told me he loved me? Every time I’d ever thought he loved me flickered through my mind at once, and my face got hot, my eyes were welling up. I looked down, and he still didn’t answer. He didn’t say anything, and I could feel all the times I’d thought I loved him too, all the times I’d felt my day light up from being with him, seem trivial, seem stupid. I was such a fool. I was impossibly hopelessly forever on my own, even the person I wanted to be with the most didn’t want me, the person I had always been with…Say Those Words14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked up at him, and smiled. It hurt in my throat, holding
InthelittleSeth AUs (Other Ships are available)AU- Where Martyn is a Cannibal and Seth is fully insaneInthelittleSeth AUs (Other Ships are available)22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
AU- Where Martyn and Seth swap backstories
AU- Where the Adult Kids and Kits look after younger Seth and Martyn
AU- Where Seth is a demon and Martyn accidentally summons him
AU- Where Xephos makes a clone of Martyn and that clone is Seth
Teenager AU- Where Seth is a bully and Martyn is a nerd but they fall in love
Prison AU- Where Seth is the prisoner and Martyn is the Guard
AU- Where Seth is Martyn's cat and Martyn shows him to the Yogscast Family
AU- Where Martyn is a therapist in a Mental Asylum
AU- Where Seth is a horror story writer and Martyn is his artist of the book
AU- Where Martyn and Seth are professional Torturers
AU- Where Seth is a ghost and Martyn thinks he's going insane because Seth is haunting him
AU- Where Seth is a tattoo artist and Martyn is a florist
AU- Where Seth is a teacher and Martyn is his Assisstant
Angel and Demon AU
AU- Where Martyn is an Artist and Seth is his Figure Mod
ProhibitionJohnny walked under the rain through the labyrinth of the little streets of the town of Chicago. The side pockets of his raincoat were empty. He had no money, no cigarettes. As every hard-boiled detective, he was a 40-years sworn bachelor, smoking like a chimney, and working rarely.Prohibition23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
We are in 1922 and it's the Prohibition Era in all the United States. As he turned, he saw a strange pub in the corner of the street. The storefront indicated “Howard Inn: Milk Bar”. “Milk Bar?!”, he cried, “I can't believe they really sell hot milk and chamomile tea in there. It must be another gangster's den. Fine! Let's go to work. I'm going to arrest them all and get the bounty.” He pushed the door open.
The atmosphere inside was different from what he expected. Some people were playing cards at a table at the back of the room, two men were drinking colorful liquids behind a green plant and the pianist next to the bar counter was playing “We wish you a merry Chr
Laughter in Sweet Lies (preview)Laughter in Sweet Lies (preview)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Set in the Meiji era of Japan. There was once a young child of humble merchants.
Following a tragic death at the hands of slavers. The boy known as Shinta was cared for by 3 young women named Kasumi, Sakura, and Akane.
Following a raid by bandits. These 3 selfless women gave their lives to save little Shinta.
Vowing to never be so weak as to need to be saved by women. The feminine but chauvinistic Shinta undertook the teachings sought to learn the legendary style known as Hiten-Mitsurugi-Ryu.
The boy known as Shinta was no more. In his baptism of fire. The Battosai Kenshin was born. Blood would be spilled and his body and soul would be dyed red by the torment of his victims. Few would catch more than a glimpse before realizing they were already dead.
It was said through his teen years. More than one thousand men and women fell before his swift blade. None could touch him till the day a skilled bodyguard met his end at Kenshin's hand.
Setting into motion the defining trait that would pl
A Day with Clara“Wait, where are we? Driver, is this bus 601 to Dutch Springs?”A Day with Clara1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“No ma’am! This here is bus 109 out to farm country!”
And so it was that Roxanne VonDrake, city born manager of Thornhurst manor, found herself in the middle of nowhere. The bus left off and there she stood, taking it all in. It was nice enough; very green. The air was clear and the smell of fresh apple pie drifted on the breeze. There was no reception out here, her phone couldn’t find even a single bar…
Roxie made her way down to the general store which looked like it had been there since the depression. Inside she asked to borrow the phone but was told the lines were out, likely due to the storm that had blown through the night before.
“Well, that’s fine… I’ll just wait for the next bus…”
After sitting on the bench for two hours, Roxie was beginning to lose hope.
“Excuse me, when does the next bus come by?” She asked the next person
Archie and Furball: Beautiful Loser (part two)Archie and Furball: Beautiful Loser (part two)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The large cat looked over his shoulder, a long, sly grin traveling across his face. "I don't think you went upstairs to use the bathroom at all, Gordon."
"Most certainly not." Mrs. Feline crossed her arms with a smirk as she remained on the couch. "Unless of course, he pulled our son up from the toilet. After all, that is a good place for him."
Ignoring his mother's words, Furball stared at his father from across the room. His eyes and stance showed that he was calm, unfazed. His hands were open at his sides, tail gently swaying behind himself. One step after another, he approached his father. Mr. Feline smirked as he towered over his son, who's height only reached below his chest. The two glared at each other, until Furball's father finally broke the silence. "Fake family. Fake home. Do you have anything that's real?"
"My boobs." he smirked in reply.
Zoey covered her mouth, trying her best not to laugh. Furball's father grinned in reply, before speaking. "Still a little wisecracking p
Archie and Furball: Beautiful Loser (part one)Archie and Furball: Beautiful Loser (part one)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Furball walked happily over the high hills, looking across the bright horizon. A blue backpack hung from his shoulders, as his orange fur seemed to glow in the bright morning sun. He hadn't been around these parts in years, and yet, it felt like he had just been here yesterday. His nose twitched slightly, as the feline took in the familiar scent of his surroundings. He gripped the straps of his backpack tightly, his calm walk turning into a full sprint. The cat's feet followed the same exact steps he had ran so many times before. They had become burned into his mind, how could he possibly forget them?
Reaching the peak of the final hill, Furball brought his hand above his eyes, shielding himself from the bright sun. His tail gave a gentle flick in the wind, as his sight was glued upon the farm below. That towering silo, made with steel that seemingly used to look like it soared high above the clouds, all those years ago. His eyes shifted slightly, landing on the massive red barn beside
CampBeep! Beep! Beep!Camp1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
My alarm blared loudly in the morning. The sun was barely coming up and the sky still looked dark. As I woke up, I could feel my body ache.
“Ugh!” I moaned rolling out of bed.
I woke up all groggy and cranky. Mornings were always evil, there was never anything good about it. Even if you wake up with thousands of dollars around your bed, it wouldn’t matter. Mornings still stink no matter what.Especially when you have to go to school, or as i called it Hell.
I did my usual routine of getting showered, brushing my teeth and so on. I would much rather slip my pajamas back on and climb back under all my blankets and be lazy. But I don’t think the school would let me come in wrapped in in a cocoon of blankets or let me in the doors wearing just boxers and a t shirt. Especially the first day of a new school year.
A Day Of Laughter(A/N: This is just going to be a little story that was inspired by some of the things that happened to me recently. Enjoy!)A Day Of Laughter2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stood on the platform with my friend Amy, waiting for the train to come. I've waited on the platform for a whole eight minutes and it still hasn't come. I was starting to lose my patience. I looked at the indicator and it said that the train will be here in one minute. Great, one minute of waiting. I was losing my patience fast! Nothing could entertain me. Reading stories on my phone didn't work, so did Amy's sense of humour. I looked at Amy and she looked back at me. She sighed. "Don't worry Arctic, the train will be here soon, you're usually not this impatient but I know what it feels like to be bored," she said. I sighed and looked to the ground knowing that I will have to put up with it. Boredom was one of the things that I hated. Suddenly, I felt heat and wind as well as the sound of train wheels, that immediately pushed away my boredom because now I don't
Commission - Clean Getaway“Don’t you think we should get back to work, Isabella?” barked the little Dalmation, her tail wagging nervously behind her. “We have to clean this whole museum before they lock the doors.”Commission - Clean Getaway2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Isabella, sitting on her big, gray rump in the room full of delicate ancient Egyptian pottery, looked up from the museum program she was reading. “Oh sure, Krista,” she replied, “but these artifacts are really fascinating. For example, look at this vase over here.”
As she swung her head around to gesture toward a very frail-looking pot with her trunk, the long appendage brushed against another antique sculpture, a partial bust of Queen Nefertiti, and sent it tumbling toward the floor.
“Aaaaah!” shrieked Krista, racing as fast as her little legs would carry her. She caught the toppling bust on the tip of her little black nose, like a seal balancing a ball on its snout. Just as the sculpture started to tip to one side and resume its fall
Carter Vs. Ward“Did you really have to come with us?” Naomi rolled her eyes as Julian followed his older siblings into schoolCarter Vs. Ward2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yes I don't have school today! So I'm going to be bored!” Julian pouted
Everyone stared, It was overwhelming having all Carter's in one place, especially the school where they knew as THEIR territory. The Ward children all glared, all at once it seemed what did the Carter's have that they didn't? It had always been like this with the Ward's and the Carter's. Even Julian and Eliza couldn't stand each other and they were five. No one knew where the rivalry had come from, most people assumed it was probably that Payton loved Dillon.
But it went back farther then that, back to well Elementary school.
Ryker smiled, “Come on Naomi you can do it!” he stood at the top of the slide. He was eleven, and he was helping his litter sister Naomi who was eight to climb up the slide.
“Be careful!” a Ten year old Dillon said, worried
Das Mysterium der Unterschicht»Wir sind heute in einem Institut das sich mit unserer Gesellschaftsstruktur auseinandersetzt. Neben mir steht Herr Schröbling. Herr Schröbling, Sie vermuten endlich herausgefunden zu haben, ob es eine soziale Unterschicht gibt. Ein Mysterium das von Medien und Politikern als nicht existent gilt. Was haben Sie herausgefunden?«Das Mysterium der Unterschicht2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
»Ja, wir wissen ja alle, dass der gewöhnliche Bürger auf der Straße glaubt, dass es so etwas wie eine gesellschaftliche „Unterschicht“ gibt. Das sind dann sogenannte „Obdachlose“ oder wie sie allgemein bezeichnet werden: „Penner“. Nun wir haben herausgefunden, dass es diese Gesellschaftsschicht nicht gibt. Es gibt nur eine gesunde Mittelschicht und eine Oberschicht.«
»Äh…? Aber wäre die Voraussetzung für eine Mittelschicht nicht eine Ober- sowie Unterschicht?«
»Und, äh, wie haben Sie das hier nun bewiesen?«
26 Commandments for Life in the ApocalypseCommandments for Life in the Apocalypse26 Commandments for Life in the Apocalypse2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Always be afraid. It keeps you moving
Buy your supplies BEFORE the apocalypse. I know it’s hard to know when it happens, so seriously buy them before hand
Carry a backpack or satchel. It REALLY does help hold your crap
Don’t PANIC! It only endangers the people trying to KILL you.
Eat when you can! Preferably when you find food. It means you don’t have to carry heavy cans around.
Fire = warmth. Unfortunately fire also = LIGHT. Things in the dark can see that you got it.
Guns AREN’T the best thing to have… avoid people with them.
Have a FAT friend. You just need to outrun HIM.
Inspire others to rebuild and lead society… just wait for someone to fix the Wi-Fi.
Just keep CALM and CARRY ON.
Keep your spirits up. It’s just the end of the world, NOT a funeral
Lennie. Find a guy with that name.
Maps are a must
Lucas's RevengeLucas’s Revenge (Earthbound/SSB tickle fan fiction)Lucas's Revenge2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lucas and Ness enter the Arena. “Fight!” rings the announcer’s voice. Ness smiled at Lucas. “You actually came back to fight me again? Even after what happened last week?” he said. Lucas didn’t say anything. He just kept staring at Ness. Ness sighed and said “On with it then, I guess”. He charged Lucas. Right before he could get a good hit on him, Lucas yelled “PK fire!” just in the nick of time. Ness was knocked backwards, flaming. Lucas then rushed Ness and hit him twice, up into the air. Ness came back down and tried to kick Lucas, but Lucas grabbed his legs and threw him onto the ground. Infuriated, Ness roared at Lucas, and grabbed up a Super Hammer that was lying on the Arena floor. He charged. Lucas easily jumped over him and hit him in the back, sending him flying. Lucas rushed him and yelled “PK freeze” at his legs, and Ness’s movement was eas
Something Fishy Going OnSpring was nearing its end and Summer was around the corner. However, vacation already began for my brother and I. We finished our classes and were already planning to start our volunteer work. It was also the time to finally get my driver's license over the summer holiday. Though I'm a little nervous, the important thing is that I do my best. In the mean time, I can still kick back, relax, and have my friends come to my door.Something Fishy Going On3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
One Tuesday morning, I got up earlier than usual. My parents already left for work and my brother was playing his video games.
Me: *groggily* "Well, at least I'm getting up without the help of an alarm clock and a need to go away from home." *chuckles*
After eating my breakfast and doing my morning exercises, I went upstairs to take my shower. Suddenly, I hear the doorbell ringing and my dogs barking.
Me: "Hmm, who could that be at this hour?" *heads down stairs*
When I opened the door, no one was there. However,