Dear You,Hey. Hi. Hello.Dear You,13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know who you are. You probably don't know who I am, either. You most likely clicked this wondering what kind of weirdo would write something, well, to the reader. Don't even try to say you didn't think about it, just a little.
Anyway, like I said, I don't know who you are; but I know what you are.
I know that you are a hero: Courageous, brave, strong. I also know that you are a villain: Devious, cunning, sly. I want you to remember that it's all on you on how people perceive you. Are you someone's hero or someone's villain?
Who do you want to be?
If you can't answer that, then be yourself - even if you don't know just who exactly that is yet. Don't listen to other people, not even me, because someone can't tell you who you are. You are you.
Even if you're not quite sure if your name fits, you know yourself better than anyone else; especially when it doesn't feel that way.
You may feel like a monster. And, yes, sometimes you can be a monster. Hiding in your best
God Of SoapGod Of Soap14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The priest approached the altar, coughed once, and read from the scripture.
“The people were covered in a layer of filth, so He delivered unto them his wisdom. He said, “I am the God of Soap, bow before me, and I will rid your world of dirt and disease.”
“And the people screamed in joy, although nobody knew what soap was. He delivered unto them his second message, “Rub this gift over your bodies, and it will create a cleansing lather to rid yourself of your dirty burden.”
“And Fredrick distributed the soap amongst the people, and the people, once again, responded in great confusion as they rubbed the bars against their skin. Then the God of soap spoke a third time, “use it with water.”*
*In this translation of the Bible of Soap, the Muilas word for water has been argued by historians to actually say ‘bean curd.’ The argument over whether or not the God of Soap told the people to wash their bodies with bean curds or water
Revolver Chronicles: Afterland Warriors C7Chapter 7: Sekigahara RecollectionRevolver Chronicles: Afterland Warriors C710 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Miyuki S.T.: I can recall a moment where I when I was first lost in this world....and next thing you know....I felt I was in some place...that was a bit misty.
Wesla: Misty...? There can be tons of places like that to be honest....
Miyuki S.T.: No...for sure it was a certain place....it felt like a very chaotic battlefield.....I'm sure I remember it being....Sekigahara....
Hanbei: Sekigahara....? Are you sure...?
Miyuki S.T.: I'm positive. The aura around the battlefield was very chaotic....
Sima Shi: It could be due to the many alternate parallel incarnations of said battle....from many different universes all being brought together.
Hanbei: Quite true. In history, I didn't live long enough to even bear witness to said battle, and it was the one of the most famous power struggles after Lord Hideyoshi's death, between Mitsunari Ishida and Ieyasu Tokugawa.
Miyuki S.T.: Indeed...and with what Mister Sima Shi said at first, we're bound to witness chaos o
Spirit's Touch~ Chapter OneSpirit's Touch~ Chapter One16 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was inspired by the story of Inez Clarke/Briggs and decided to make my own character with a similar story. Well, kind of. Look up Inez Clarke, I'm sure you'll be inspired as well!
Chapter One- Death
I had been very weak as an infant and my parents, Esme and Ravinder, thought I wouldn't survive the day. They had no hope for me when I was younger, I was so weak I was guaranteed to die. The nurses allowed my mother to go home the day I was born, they'd call them when I was gone and dead.
The next day, they called them with some news. I had survived, it had been a miracle. I had been acting like a normal newborn by the time my parents arrived. Esme and Ravinder were overjoyed. It was also the first time my much older siblings, Ekkma and Seterna, had met me.
They brought me home when I was ready and my life went perfectly normal. I remember meeting the rest of my fam
Cherry Jerry walked out the doorway of the job that he had just resigned from and threw his head back to gleam at the sun. Feeling like a free man for the first time in his life, he continued to walk down the street. It was a beautiful day, and this was the first time he had seen the sunlight in about 5 years. So he decided right then and there to do everything that he had never done before because he had simply taken it for granted. He thought, first I will take a nice long walk through a garden and I will look at the birds and the ponds and I will even take off my shoes just to be able to feel the grass beneath my feet.Cherry18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So with a goal in mind he set out to find a public garden. With a skip in his step he marveled at how the world looked in the daylight, the sights and sounds that he could barely remember seeing and hearing before he got his job now fascinated him. He breathed the air in slowly and dissected each separate smell as if it was a precious gift. When
Broken KeyYou are: the broken key to the broken lock of the broken door. At some point in a distant past, you were sought. Kings and their kingdoms fought and declared war over your custody, but you tried too hard to be difficult. In a fit of anger and jealousy and folly, and above all, pride too great to give up, they broke you. They broke you, ravaged you, raped you. Now you’re just a broken key, lost your mystery, what is left, is only misery.Broken Key11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The MoonThe moon is crashing everyday. I stare up through my window and watch it. It breaks and shatters, and the pieces fly through the sky and come to land on Earth. Destruction coming to the humans, as the greatest rock is destroyed. The white, beautiful of it's glow gone. Instead, light is removed from the night. All the dangers are only increased, as Earth is covered in a empty darkness.The Moon17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The darkness will creep inside, and start to attack me while I lay. It caused me shutters on the long bus ride, from thoughts of horrible natures. Painful emotions that sprung out through the sighting of two combined, when empty is the seat beside. But I keep it off limits, so who should care for the seat?
Darkness is a comfort, though. It takes the pain and just hides it under the carpet. It can't fix problems, no. But it tries it's best.
As do I.
Blue inside, Azurite. Blue mind, Azurite. Blue soul, Azurite.
The gods can see it.
The others can too.
You are what you think, Azurite.
Doormat“Not to insult you, Gio, but I must state that you are approximately as world-wise as a doormat, figuratively. Never left the house.”Doormat11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“At least I go to school.”
“Well, the doormat occasionally gets removed from the door for a wash, but that’s about it.”
“That was definitely not an insult.”
“Merely a third-party observation.”
“I don’t have all the time and leash to run around down-town like you do, Reth! I stay home and study and get bore down by all those time-consuming classes!”
“To be fair, Giorgio, so do I. But I get them done ASAP and then I’m free as a bird. You are born and raised here, sure, but where you die and get buried is entirely up to you.” Reth let out a grave sigh, “Let it not be up here, where your rotting corpse is in constant threat of being churned up by those bulldozers ploughing the earth for gold and petrol.”
AzuriteAzurite cried.Azurite17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was not the strongest.
Mentally, he was being scraped down.
All his friends showed signs of this wear and tear. Not of themselves, but showing how bad Azurite had gotten.
There was nothing he could do.
He would want to just go upon the roof, curl up and stay alone in the darkness for many days, if night could only last.
He was just so tired, but sleeping did not help.
He felt so weak.
So he cried.