HeroesHeroes2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“You are heroes!” ~Lady_Ianite
Heroes, they were called. The heroes of Mianite. But what really makes a hero?
One was the disciple of good, loyal to his god since the beginning. He remained ever so loyal when he kept getting #Rekt during the devil’s siege. It seemed like his god abandoned him when he needed him the most, but he never gave up faith despite how many times he scream and yell at the sky. Or at his ruined base. His god awarded his patience.
One was also the follower of light, standing beside her boyfriend when their homes were under siege. She was as loyal as her companion and kept the boys in check and made sure they didn’t destroy each other too much. The two followers of light strengthened their relationship throughout the war, a feat that that not many can accomplish.
One was the complete opposite of the spectrum, the disciple of evil, the friend-turned-sworn enemy. He was also loyal to his god despite the number of times he failed the one
Perfect ImperfectionsThis world is a NIGHTMAREPerfect Imperfections13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To search for perfection
in an imperfect world is
nothing but mere MADNESS
in the eternity, where
No one fights against time
Who wants a life...
without any madness in it?
At least the world is...
keep fighting for perfection
Because in the end it'll worth something
you have never imagined before
Adoption dayToday was adoption day so miss sunny had all the children come out side to get adopted by their new mommy and daddy. What kind of creature adopts you?Adoption day3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Who adopts you
1) single mom/dad
2) mom with a boyfriend
3) dad/ with girlfriend
Or switch I get adopted
Era uma vezEra uma vez. Era pois já não é, e uma vez pois foi um momento singular. Nesse momento singular, um homem, do gênero humano, que surgiu desse imperativo de que surgisse, dessa força inexorável que guiou tudo que havia até então até ele. Ele pensou em sua origem e a chamou de Deus.Era uma vez1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
E Deus deu-lhe olhos. Ele viu um mundo muito maior que ele mesmo e percebeu o tamanho de sua insignificância, olhou ao redor e percebeu que era só. Deus deu-lhe consciência. Ele viu a centelha da criação em todas as coisas e percebeu como Deus era grande, ele viu a beleza. Deus deu-lhe ouvidos. Ele ouviu o mundo e o achou vazio, ouviu a si mesmo e achou-se mágico. Deus deu-lhe tato e olfato. Ele sentiu frio, calor, cheiros bons e outros nem tanto.
Então, como se fosse de sua natureza, para bem ou para mal, transformar o singular em plural, o único em corriqueiro, já não era um, mas mais e mais ainda. Como se fosse se
::Anti bullying week: TF2 ficklet - To be trustedThere's... something strange with this boy.::Anti bullying week: TF2 ficklet - To be trusted2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's quite different from the others I've been working with. He does not speak loud, or does not actually even speaks at all. You barely have to extract the words from his throat and when he's with all of us he's just standing there, saying nothing, waiting for us to pay attention to him or not. And it's not hard tell he prefers when we do not. I can get that he's not really in found of groups, hell if sniper and medic are, but it's not the same. It's mostly like he's scared of us. Again something that' s quite easy so see. When you try to talk to him, he almost never raise his eyes, which is kinda disturbing, and his sentences are always short. I've managed to had a chat or two with him and... Well he's quite sympathetic and does not looks as the shy type at all. But again, you have to do the first step. I've tried to ask him why he was acting like that and even to reassure him about all the other guys from the team and even about me but eve
Verborgene WeltDas Mädchen sitzt auf der Parkbank und wartet, regungslos und stumm, ganz am Rand der Sitzfläche und mit den Händen unter den Beinen, als wäre ihr kalt. Feuerrotes Haar tanzt um ihr Gesicht; immer in Bewegung, immer wirr. Sie wartet. Sie wartet auf jemanden, der stehen bleibt und für einen Augenblick gen Himmel blickt.Verborgene Welt3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Um sie herum fallen die Blätter und enthüllen eine verborgene Welt aus reinem Licht; ein Königreich der Träume, sichtbar nur für einen Augenblick. Es liegt auf der Unterseite der fallenden Blätter, wenn die Sonne sie streift, vorbeigetragen vom Oktoberwind – einen Moment lang ganz nah und im nächsten schon fort.
Wenn das Blatt den Boden berührt, ist diese strahlende Unterseite unsichtbar; die Oberseite ist goldgelb oder rot wie ein Rubin – hübsch, sagen die Leute, doch die wahre Schönheit bleibt ihren Blicken verborgen. Die Unterseite des gefallenen Blattes wird auf dem Boden zertreten
The man at the bus stopStep, step, step. The sound of my dragging feet against the wet cement doesn't sound real to me. I pace back and forth. The icy cold rain is crashing into my skin, seeping into my flesh, chilling me more than it should. The clouds in the sky form a roof over the Earth, casting the Earth in shadow. The street lights battle against the shadows, attempting to blanket the street in a sickly yellow glow. Their attempts are all in vain. There's a thin layer of mist that obscures the rest of the damp street from me.The man at the bus stop1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The froth seeps from my icy lips and melts into the inky night. I continue pacing, my footsteps heavy against the drenched cement. I close my eyes, water flicking off my lashes, and continue pacing. My legs grow weary. I take a seat on the generic, metal chair that is provided at every bus stop. Immediately after I sit down, I regret my decision. The seat is an ice cube, chilling me down to my bones. I jump forcefully up, my feet crashing into a murky puddle, sending water flying
Kings and Beggars BFP November Prompt The King may not be all riches and snobbery.Kings and Beggars BFP November Prompt1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm sorry my Duke, but I just need to take out another loan."
Woosh goes the Duke's breath. "What now for my King?"
"My daughter is getting married. I need to clothe my daughter wonderfully so she seems well off. The dowry we should get should be enough to pay off my debts."
"Fine my King. I shall loan you this. But your other Dukes are getting itchy for their money back."
"I know my Duke. But I tell you, I shall have your money. Thank-you for your generosity my Duke."
The King may just as well be the beggar. As illustrated above. And the beggar may as well be the King.
The beggar sits atop his makeshift throne of dirty rags, broken metals, and rotten foods.
His peons scurry to and fro beneath him.
a gentle way to break usThe grass was slowly dying due to the winter's hands, stroking over it, letting it sway with every cold breath, every now and then. The forest that surrounded the graveyard was quiet, all consumed by the coldness, slowly creeping through the branches, patiently waiting for the last leaves to fall, like sinful angels from the sky. The weather was all harsh and cold on this day and my foot stepped on frozen ground. What an ironic thought it was, that he didn't die at the break of winter, like all things, but in high summer, when everything's supposed to be alive. That didn't stop him from dying and now what was left of him were some remains, bones and a cold gravestone towering against the grey sky. When I die don't cry, look at the stars and say goodbye was engraved into it, no name, no dates. I said goodbye several times but never did it work. Never did the word bear the pain of an ending, but as well the hope for a new beginning. Never did it bring the promise of summer througha gentle way to break us2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Discourse on DiscordSome of you ponies may be wondering why Discord, a spirit of disagreement and disharmony, has been given a second chance. Why would Princess Celestia see Discord as being used for good, worthy of being reformed? What purpose does disagreement and disharmony serve? I mean should there not be peace? Should there not be harmony? What most ponies fail to realize is that not all peace is good. There is peace with being content and peace in being complacent. Peace that is found in being complacent is not a good thing. It is not being content but just accepting things are because they have always been that way. What if something has always been a way but it was not good? Should we be complacent with something that is not good? I would think that my little ponies would say no to something like that. It is through chaos that shows us what is true and what it not.A Discourse on Discord1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
How do you think new discoveries are made? It is either
Walking on Air “Asia Air has been a great success.” Said CEO Koichi Fujioka.Walking on Air2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His smile was warm. His face relaxed and calm, not a single drop of sweat hanged from his once stressed brow. His teeth were clean and shining. His suit, well kempt and appealing to the eye, as he always had it.
He waved a hand upwards, attracting attention to the large “Asia Air” sign above the boardroom.
“We are the most successful airline in all of Asia, the Middle East, and Oceania. Soon to be the most successful worldwide, I might add.” He said with a laugh. The other members of the meeting chuckled loudly along with their superior.
“Now that the Iraqi No-Fly Zone conflict has ended we can move forward with g
A Poem Turned to ProseA Poem Turned to ProseA Poem Turned to Prose3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Once upon a time there was a young woman who always seemed to be waiting. But for what, she didn't quite know. Perhaps it was a hope for that seed inside to finally germinate and begin to grow. An anticipation for it to be sparked, one day, by something…something intangible…something balancing on the very edge of reality.
The seed stored the essence of her dreams, you see. Dreams that maturity stole away and changed the games she always thought she wanted to play. And years passed. Things were forgotten. Lost in the cycle of time. She was happy, happier than most, but she felt there was always something missing. Because the seed remained. Still remains. Like a tiny shard of glass piercing her heart. Every day. Every second. In its persistent, nagging way. Not a torment. Not painful. Just there.
Sometimes she fears she will
The Last WhyHe was smiling down at her. But she did not know why.The Last Why5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had knocked her to the ground. But she did not know why.
He was gripping a shining steel knife, and it glinted in the cold moonlight. The sidewalk was rough and hard against her back. All she had done was have the nerve to return to her home, but this man had other plans.
She wanted to cry.
"Whats the matter girlie? Scared?" The man was mocking her. Mocking her fear and her pain. But she did not cry. She could not grasp that this was actually it. She could not grasp that this was real, that she wouldn't wake up tomorrow in her bed, her house, her life. She could not grasp that after this there was nothing, that after this she was not her. So she merely waited, waited for what she knew was coming, but at the same time dismissed as fantasy.
The man laughed maniacally now, raising the knife high above his head. Time slowed,
She closed her eyes.
She saw everything, every moment of her life. It all passed in a heartbeat, but that hear
Bedtime StoryAnd then she said, with her hand making a sweep toward the pile of tasseled pillows, "Lie back, look out at the stars, and I'll finish my tale."Bedtime Story7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He complied, his curiosity taking the irritation out of the most innocent of commands.
"Where were we? Oh yes. The King's decree. The King of the land had decreed that there was to be a new wall, one that would go all the way around the great city."
Sheherazade's King put up his hand. He could not be counted on to take a story as it came. "Why did he want the wall? Had he not men to fight? Were they not ready to test their skill?" He looked at her for an answer.
"There were men aplenty, brave and skilled," she admitted. "That was not the reason he wanted the wall. The wall was not to keep an invader out, but to keep a treasure in!" She waited until she could feel his curiosity build, which was only a few breaths. "There was a great treasure in this land, one so rare, that
Too FarDrip. Drip. Drip.Too Far10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ahh. There it is. So sweet is it. So bright.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Every night now. Every night I have feasted.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I feel myself getting weaker but I can’t stop. I have totally and utterly succumbed.
DripDrip. DripDrip. DripDrip.
It consumes me as I consume it. Feasting, drinking, always thirsting for more.
DripDripDrip. DripDripDrip. DripDripDrip.
More. I must have more. My arms are covered in the scars of my previous meals.
But, I find myself not caring. Even as I suck myself dry.
My own blood. I suck it down like sweet nectar. I take it from myself. I feel drained, dry, empty. Oh the nights pass in agony but still I take more. I love it, love how it glistens. Love how it sparkles. Love how it tastes. When will I stop? Never. Not until I’m dead and every last drop is gone. I feel it now. The life seeping from me as blood seeped
The UnachieveableAll around me they flutter. Flit and dance about in the air, glittering. They ascend, they alight, they land, they fly. They are not too hard to catch. I held one in my hand not a minute ago, but there is one that is... different. It glitters, and shines, and it beckons me. But, every time I reach for it, it flutters out of my reach. Every time I step toward it, it backs away just enough that I can't grab it. But oh how close I've gotten. Oh how close I must be to catching it. It has to slip up sometime, it has to. The others are just distractions, I know they are. It put them there to keep me from it. Those I can catch, so they are not worth it. Those do not gleam like this one. I will have it. Oh, missed it again. Oh well, I will have it some day, I have to.The Unachieveable11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
LIFE IS LIKE A ROSELife is like a roseLIFE IS LIKE A ROSE16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has it's thorns
Neither leaves us unscathed
The thorns of the rose leaves scratches
Life often leaves deep scars.
The scratches of the thorn heal fairly quickly.
The scars of life may never heal.
Roses are my favorite flower.
Maybe because I see more than just the flower.
I know the pain the prick of the thorn leaves
yet the fragrance and beauty of the rose remains.
So it is with the scars that life can inflict.
While the scars of life can be ugly
Like the rose, there is beauty in life
Sometimes, we just have to look a little harder
And it is up to us in how we handle it.
We can choose to be bitter or better.
I choose to be better.
I choose to be free.
2014 Suzanna Jayne Mullins
TF2 ficklet - To trustThere's... something different with this boy.TF2 ficklet - To trust2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, he was quite different from the others I've been working with. He does not speak loud, or does not even speaks at all. You barely have to extract the words from his throat and when he's with all of us he's just standing there, saying nothing, waiting for us to pay attention to him or not. And it's not hard tell he prefers when we do not. I can get that he's not really in found of groups, hell if sniper and medic are, but it's not the same. It's mostly like he's scared of us. Again something that is quite easy so see. When you try to talk to him, he almost never raise his eyes, which is kinda disturbing, and his sentences are short. I managed to had a chat or two with him and... Well he's quite sympathetic and does not looks as the shy type at all. But again, you have to do the first step. I've tried to ask him why he was acting like that and even to reassure him about all the other guys from the team but every time he just stood silen
Horseshoe Scar -PrelogPrelogHorseshoe Scar -Prelog2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I inhaled the sweet taste of my wine flavored cigar, I knew that today was the last day of my suffering. The sun peaking over the mountains, the coolness of the morning air seeps across my skin, and the painful actions of the past seemed as a distant memory at this moment. Finally free at last from the confines of my self-made prison. As I walked down the glistening road, I started thinking about where I started out and how I got to where I’m at right now.
My family helped me along, but it was I, who brought me out of it all. At one point, I forgot who I was entirely, but then I started thinking about the words of a forgotten friend. “Life is life, it does what it does, but for those who cower when all hope is gone, they will not gain true peace”. I am defined by my actions, my words describe me, and I am my own. Whatever life throws at us, we can choose to cower or to fight. The choice is no one else’s.
God is in the rainDid you ever speak to a wise man? The things they say can ponder even the most difficult situations. I was walking down the streets one night when it started to rain. I smiled as I was always told god was in the rain. Graciously I walked past a homeless man. I asked him “do you want something to eat?” he said “why? Why would a young man such as yourself spend money on a worthless old man?” my thoughts ran as he looked at me… “Because you look hungry.” he looked at me in shock. Nothing was said after that… I kept moving along as he turned his back on me. I went to a local pub and asked the keeper for a sandwich and drink. “Can I have this to go?” she looked at me and asked “why? It’s raining sweetie.” I said “because that old man is in the rain starving and no one will help him!” a bit rude but I walked away as everyone gasped… “Here my friend eat on good times.” I told the old maGod is in the rain2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This