Not yet.Not yet.2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clocks were silent, and the day was almost over. Not quite, however. Not yet.
There was a faint noise of the hooves on the ground, the sky was dark and the pegasi had scheduled rain for the evening. Everypony was trotting back home from their jobs, schools, and their daily adventures. Not everyone though. Not yet.
Somewhere in the crowd, a light purple cloaked figure hastily moved through the bystanders, mumbling "excuse me" or "sorry" however faintly spoken, under breath in hushed tones. The cloaked figure made their way to the front of the crowd, trotting quickly toward the outskirts of town. They fell a couple of times, a couple more after that.
In the horizon, an old painted circus tent, with those classic red and white stripes and that musty smell, pleasantly nostalgic like an old memory. The pony in front of the entrance was the Ring Master. He waved at the cloaked figure as they approach. Everypony is in the tent before the rain starts to pour. Well, not everypony, only the
Dead HeartsTell me everything that happened.Dead Hearts3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tell me everything you saw.
I stand upstairs, listening to my grandma scream at the top of her lungs to my sisters, cursing and ignoring their crying. I feel my eyes well with tears, sliding silently down my cheeks as I tremble from cold and fear. I throw my IPod onto the bed roughly, ignoring the panicked texts coming from Thalia. I walk toward the window, my hands trembling as I slowly unlatch it, and then I slowly open it. I push myself up onto the windowsill, looking down at the ground. It has to be about twenty feet. I closed my eyes, smiling bitterly as I think of all the goodbyes I had sent everyone. At least I got to say goodbye.
I open my eyes, moving to fall forward, when I see them. I freeze, and my eyes widen in horror and shock.
"They had lights inside their eyes.
They had lights inside their eyes."
Glowing silver, they stand on the ground as they look up at me. There are about four of them, one being carried by the other. On
I Just Call Myself Robert. I’ve been called so many things. Boogeyman, monster, creature, demon, even the devil. These aren’t wrong, per say, but they aren’t right either. I am very much human.I Just Call Myself Robert.5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Psychopath, mentally Ill, crazy, disturbed. These names are more accurate but they’re so relative. One man’s disturbed is another’s genius.
Personally, I just call myself Robert. Sounds like someone that you could live across the street from. Maybe even share a beer with on the front porch.
I like my name; it’s a nice enough thing to be called, Robert. My mother gave it to me when I was born, just like any other child. I was an attractive child, I didn’t cry too much and I wasn’t a handful, a
In a Dream’Understand that I have to leave.’In a Dream5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
‘Why? Are you not happy here? Did I do something wrong?
‘No, of course not! But it’s time. I cannot stay.’
‘Can’t or won’t?’
‘It’s not that simple.’
‘Yes, it is. Just answer!’
‘You know the answer. I don’t belong here.’
‘Who says? Do you feel more at home in that world? Is it any better?’ Am I not good enough?
‘Maybe it’s not the best. But it’s real.’
‘And would you rather be in a miserable reality than in a happy dream?’
‘God, you’re so arrogant! You just assume that I'm miserable and do not have a life in Reality!’
‘Maybe I am arrogant, but I’m also right. I can put two and two together, and I know you. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you were not happy there.’
‘What do you want me to say?’
‘I want to know, what
The Constellation"Father, father, why have you forsaken me?"The Constellation3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young boy walked towards him, who slowly backed off in the long, red-carpeted hallway in his own wooden mansion.
"What are you talking about, son?", he asked.
"Why did you throw me into the pit?", the boy asked, his plain white eyes stand out amidst his dark, charred fur, muzzle and tail gone. He growls softly.
"W-what pit??" He backed up more, until no more he can. His tail, squeezed between him and the cold, wooden door behind him, froze in fear. His once fluffy and cared-for ears are now folded backwards and messy. Right now, in front of him, is the visage of his long dead pup. He sent Lazarus, his youngest son, on a journey overseas. Lazarus was a conundrum. He barely spends time among books, and instead communes with nature, and yet, he was chosen for a full scholarship to Leopoldo, a small, but bustling city-state well known in the region.
"You broke me" A hiss is heard from what used to be Lazarus' muzzle, as the entity crept up sl
Higher Than A Rainbow Flag [Short Story / 2015]Starring THADDEUS HARDY,Higher Than A Rainbow Flag [Short Story / 2015]3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
and MILDRED LOCKHART
[10:34 PM, Thursday, January 22nd, 2015 - 4:05 PM, Friday, January 23, 2015]
It's hard to live in a world where hate and violence still wreaks out, especially on those who are not, what they say, normal. Everyday you watch the news about crimes that can present a murderer or thief who happens to be in a different race. Some folks are driven emotionally on subjects like this. Even news online that talk about poor Muslims who are accused of committing terrorism; due to some fanatic Muslims causing all this, it just gives a bad name to those who don't have a mind on killing. All the same thing happening for the past years, it's like there is no end to it at all.
That even includes those that are different on sexuality, like homosexual people. That has been all over the place, even where I live. Folks are very judgment on folks who are not straight; because of that, even those who are not are extremely harsh on the others. Th
CivilizedAs her train left the bright, shimmering, city where she had lived for the past 5 years, Lisa Hardwick let out a lone sigh. The cold winter air caught it, and turned it into mist. "How strange", she thought, as she saw the vapor come out with such force, then quickly dissipate. "What a complete visual representation of the distinct nature of my feelings." Her odd way of speaking, which bothered others so, did not cease at vocalization. Her thoughts ran in the same exorbitant manner.Civilized5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trained in the speaker's college as an Elite, she had graduated summa cum laude. As such, she naturally expected a high ranking appointment in the Potentate's Linguistic Division, which oversaw all media in the Capital, as well as the Provinces. As it turned out, refusing the hand of his son in marriage was not a good way to ingratiate herself to the leader of the American people. So it was that she found herself on a train, headed for the Dakota Province. It would be at least 2 hours, so she decided that s
About Dolls2. EnthusiasmAbout Dolls5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Mama! Mama! I want that pretty doll! There, over there!” A toddler of the age three pointed a pudgy finger at the standing doll stiffly, waiting. It stretched out it’s back, hoping to stand out amongst the other dolls of pink frills and serene faces.
“Which doll?” The mother asks fearing the price of these beautifully adorned dolls. As they were all, truly magnificent. Handcrafted of each individual trait.
She bumbled over to the standing marionette, the quiet and still one, of a shy smile painted over her delicate face. It stood out adjacent to the others, a sinful black against the flowery patterns and pink silk.
“This one, Mama! I want this one! Please?” the toddler pleaded with her mother, hoping for a new contribution to her arsenal of playmates.
The creator of this piece was in a stupor. It was a wonder of why the child decided her out of all the other crafts offered in the shop. Dolls were not toys. They were
Gone UnheardI'm now the proud owner of the ultimate compendium of classic stories! I'm no longer the owner of hundreds of dollars, but it was a wise investment. The greatest ideas ever orchestrated by women and men of superb talent, they're all here. What I wouldn't give to join them someday, to acquire the skill displayed by these authorities of the written thought! I trust that, by entering worlds born out of such brilliant minds, some of their genius rubs off on me. May I then contribute something of worth to this world myself!Gone Unheard4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So I open the first book in the collection, attempting to enjoy and simultaneously learn from its contents. No such luck. No sooner did I begin reading, that an annoying voice, a sadly familiar one, distracts me from my springboard to progress.
"Hey! It's me, Inspiration! I just thought of a plot with potential to spare! Let's go to your nearest notebook this instant, we'll begin a killer story!"
"Quiet, you liar! I'm not even two pages into the book, and you're t
A new life ProlugeSonic and shadow were running through the forest. The two’s rivalry had become more aggressive with insults and fights breaking out. They were on the break of becoming Enemies. Shadow stopped spotting certain claw marks on the trees. She recognized them. Sonic had passed them and turned around and looked at Shadow. “Why did you stop you give up?” The blue blur sneered. “No, That.” Shadow replied pointing at the trees. “So a bear was here.” Sonic said walking up to Shadow. “Like a bear would have claws sharp enough and strong enough to cut that deep into a tree.” She stated. Sonic rolled his eyes. “Mhm right…” Sonic said and walked past the tree. Shadow growled and followed him. “If we’re going this way we have to stick together.’ She said and walked next to sonic keeping her ears perked for any signs of danger. Little did she know, they were being watched. Shadow stopped and looked around startedA new life Proluge4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Littlest Knelf Traveling across the flat world that wanderers proceed to meander aimlessly, determinedly wanting to seek satisfaction to quench an unending thirst, nothing will be filled. A lone creature strode amid the green grasslands. The boundless emerald savannah stretching across a barren, cold world, almost like covering the burns from an unfortunate event, it was the most beautiful moorland that one could witness.The Littlest Knelf4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This individual was a knelf: a soul born of flesh and fashioned by unbridled mirth. This jollity coming from the atmospheres of societies from far-off municipalities, something long since gone; the fading laughter echoing in the ears of the knelves, seemingly like a distant memory.
The pursuit of meaning was pointless. Still, this brave knelf had journeyed through the Four Valleys of Despondency, and had taken a gamble w
UntitledTimofey turned the sealed envelope over in his hands, staring down at it. His grandparents hadn’t wanted much or anything to do with his mother after she’d followed her fiancée to Russia. Now they’d sent a note to him asking to meet him. Worse, they’d already included a plane ticket- two of them.Untitled3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What’s that?” Arina was looking at him curiously and then down at the tickets.
“Plane tickets, but I don’t know why mom’s parents decided now was a good time to meet their only grandson.” He gave a strained smile, dropping his gaze down to the envelope again. “Someone clearly forgot to mention that I’m a vampire. I can’t do daylight.”
The arm his girlfriend slipped around his shoulders was only a little bit reassuring. “It can’t be that bad, can it?”
Timofey grimaced, twisting around in the kitchen chair to look at her. “Neither one of us know much about America for one thing
Seer of the Black LakeFrom the sphere of yellow torchlight, the incessant flow of the stream was visible; its echoes cascading over eroded stone, which narrowed and amplified the trickling into a torrent of sound, inundating any weaker existence by thus sinking it into the darkness. Bobbing over the surface of this sound, the echoed sloshing of boots thrown forward by a determined stride emphasized the singular presence of a man. He appeared stretched into thinness, a smaller man, or child, pulled into the figure of a much larger person. Yet the frailty of his rod-thin limbs did not inhibit the man as he strode against the meager current, numbly climbing the stone passage to delve further into the underground cave. The endless chase of water leaving the cave, as he entered.Seer of the Black Lake3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The stalagmites and stalactites wavered in and out of the darkness, looming suddenly from obscurity, before receding as each was passed with utter indifference to their threatening, human resemblance. Fear should
MotherMother:Mother3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Mother, must we stay in this place forever? It is terribly dark:”
“No, child. Do you wish to see what is about you?”
“Please mother, for the dark is ever so cold.”
From the fingertips of the goddess came a small flame, the size of a candle. It illuminated the face of a beautiful woman, and a small boy clinging close to her legs. The small boy looked up at the brilliant flame in awe, for he was seeing light for the very first time.
“Child, this is light, and this is also life. It will be your guide through the darkness.”
“But mother, the fire looks so frail and weak compared to the dark around us.”
The goddess smiled “This is true little one.” The goddess knelt down and brought the flame just in front of the child. “Life is but a fleeting flame, and there is nothing we can do to halt its progress. Just like a flame, it burns brilliantly in the beginning,” the light sparkled brilliantly in her ha
The Impossible DreamHis body moved like a wave in every motion, even when he didn't try he couldn't resist the dance. It was in his body, in his flesh and in his blood. In his dreams he danced in the dark, and i awoke him to this chilling concept; he could be anything he wanted if he believed, the way i believed.The Impossible Dream1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
But I failed him one day, because when he told me things could be different for me, i didn't believe him. I was blind to my own beauty, I just wanted to see the beauty in him.
I went to see him before he went away, to this school, this school of magic that would make him believe he could be anything. I kissed him goodbye and wished him well, but that was all, and somehow I felt like he took me with him.
Yes, he left my physical body and my violin case was still behind, and i didn't go anywhere without it; that was how i knew i was still here. Because I could see him clearer then i could see anything. I could see him bowing to the dance, succumbing to the music, making love to the audiences eyes a
The Other Side of the DoorShe lived in a rich family, never fit into the typical rich kid standards. In fact she wore a fake smile everyday in school to make it seem like she was ok, she was put together. Inside she was fighting a battle she couldn't win, to at least find an escape, to find someone who would just sit down and listen for once. At home she couldn't go anywhere other than her house. The house mocked her with all the windows that show what's going on outside the walls, that separate the outside world from her own house, watching as the world goes on without her. The day comes where she breaks free from the rules, as the looks out the door and turns the nob that she's been dreaming of doing. She opens the door to the life she's always dreamed of. Sometimes you just have to take that step of faith to open the door to a new life. She never regrets or looks back, she keeps looking forward because life is too short to just watch as everything around you passes through closed doors.The Other Side of the Door3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A believer and an atheist talking about whalesBeliever: I firmly believe that there are flying whales in the universe. They created all, the Universe itself, the Earth and men. The whales have laws that I must follow, and if I follow those laws I will go to heaven and I can finally see them! And I will live in peace with them until the end of time. I will behold the universe and I will understand why they have created me.A believer and an atheist talking about whales14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Atheist: But, there are no whales flying in the universe...
B: A perfect being must exist, if the human mind understands this concept.
A: But if I believe that such a thing exists, if I think that there are one hundred dollars in my pocket, they can not exist just for the fact that I believe that they exist.
B: Everything must have a cause! The Earth, as the Universe, has a first cause that created them, and those who created everything are the flying whales.
A: But then, who created the whales?
B: Um... Nothing can be random, natural laws are so perfect because they were created by whales. They have also created
The Greedy MonkeyThe Greedy MonkeyThe Greedy Monkey3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Vick Thomas
One day in the rainforest, a monkey was having a painfully difficult time trying to find a banana to eat. He climbed up and around all the trees in search of a piece of that delicious yellow sweetness, but there was none to be found. It had been a tough morning of swinging and searching that left him more hungry than he was in the first place. His tummy groaned with pain, and he started to think of another way he could get a banana. Steal one? Nah. That would be mean on his friend. Keep looking? Nope. Not anymore. He was too hungry for that.
With an angrily groaning tummy, he climbed up the tree to sit and think of a solution. As he sat, one of his friends walked past with a mouth-watering banana in hand. The monkey stared, jealous of his friend. Where did he get that banana? He was sure there were none to be found. His friend hadn't opened it yet, so the monkey considered it as good as his.
The monkey thought deeply. His hungry tummy made him cunning a
Sing a Song of NightEarly spring, Year 760 of the New AgeSing a Song of Night4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blackwood, Widow’s Hollow, The Family den
Featuring: Skjalddas, mentions pregnant Deyanira and Skoll
Aldda just couldn’t get comfortable around her mother’s bulk. Nira’s swelling size was alarmingly different from her usual thin self. Although Skoll’s rack had dropped and provided more room, Skjalddas still felt cramped in the space. Not in the last few weeks of her pregnancy, her mother was beginning to snore on rare occasions. The few times she and Skoll both did it, there was no hope of sleep for Aldda.
At first, the grullo filly was excited to have a sibling alongside her, so she could have a playmate and a friend like her parents promised. But despite the size of their home, Skjalddas was skeptical to the den being enough room for all four of them.
Aldda felt her sibling shift in her mother, and stood with a
Krieger ParkerKrieger Parker5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I would like to start out by introducing myself… My name is Krieger Parker. I lived a very horrible life… drug addicted parents, no food in the house, and no school to attend. I was raised by my grandparents who were meaner than anyone you can even think of. Imagine yourself angry, imagine them 200 times worse. They would yell at me for asking a simple question… they yelled “You should know this! Were you born stupid or are you just plain retarded!” Now I don’t ever condone those words to anyone... Of course I never had anyone to talk to… my grandparents said that if I want to be smart in life you have to shut your mouth. It’s kind of ironic isn't it? Being told to keep quite will make you look smarter… When it was dinner and I got some things wrong they said “No morons at the table.” My grandmother would say. My grandfather said “Idiots like you eat outside!” Even though I told them it was snow
The Gold(en) CityThe Gold(en) CityThe Gold(en) City2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wander through these gold streets, on the illustrious pavements of riches, every complicated pattern on the panels of buildings gleaming ever so brightly. I see platinum shards laying on the ground, a precious metal that is ever so desired. There are diamonds on the door of that house, they’re shining prisms. They hurt my eyes. Just like the reflections of light from the gold panels of these grandiose buildings. There are so many jewels and so many precious metals around here. Everything illuminates with sheer glow and smells of riches.
What is this place, anyway? Why is it that one cannot see anything that is not gleaming with greed? Why are the walls riddled with gold panels and ruby reliefs? Why is it that desired money lays on the ground in abundance and no one ever picks it up?
I’ll tell you why. I’ll tell you what place this is. It’s because this is The Gold City. Everyone here is rich. Filthy r
The Great StealEDITOR'S NOTEThe Great Steal4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
For as curious as it might seem, the following text was sent to me by an anonymous source.
As the editor of this newspaper I want to leave clear to our dear readers that the here printed article was only published under the permission of the Chicago Police Department, in order to possibly request help from our good citizens to recognize the criminal author behind it. If you possibly have any information that could help identifying any of the involved persons, please don't hesitate in sharing it with the police. For that very reason, the following text was kept uncensored.
A remarkable treat of the author is his arrogance of openly describing his background (which is of dubious credibility, but still a trace) and trying to justify his crimes through simple logic, most probably inspired by anarchist influence. Ruffians like these represent a threat to any good citizen and need to be caught and deported, for the social well-being of our country.
With faith in the work
read this in silenceIt was a moment of still; a moment of self-awareness and clarity he knew he would never forget. She stood before him, but the distance between them didn’t seem real. Naked souls shivered in realization of each other’s proximity and began to synchronize their intricate harmonies.read this in silence3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He saw her. Truly, piercingly, saw her.
“This,” she said simply, “is my everything.”
Free Our Results - Inspirational Quote #50One man said, "I will follow you. For I have know others who follow you now. But, if they leave, I will leave also. Is this a manner to be allowed? Or do we have the strength to straighten our own values and free our results to represent our own decision?"Free Our Results - Inspirational Quote #5013 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This