ChangesThe stars are out tonight. We tree frogs are in the trees, where we sit round all together doing nothing, not even on the alert because Joe the lion isn't interested in us. So many animals live their lives afraid. The meerkats; the wild boar; the gazelles; everything except Ziggy 'I Dig Everything' Mole-rat.Changes2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Everything's all right!' he says. 'For me at least!'
What is it like underground? Is it better than this, just clinging to a branch? It's not just boredom I feel, but sorrow, and a sense of doubt that this is even where I should be. How I'd love it: here today and gone tomorrow.
Please. Get real, I tell myself, day after day.
One thing is a little different tonight. There are too many of us girls here; no males; no one in the Silver Tree Top School for Boys. 'Jump,' they say, 'to the nearest female and get on board.' No thank you. Don't let it me be.
It's Jean who changes first, so she's not Jean anymor
Milk Run: Prologue(Read description after reading please!!)Milk Run: Prologue1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A cow named Fall was raised on a small farm in the outskirts of Pennsylvania. She was brown with a white streak down her face. A little old man and woman raised her their names where Jimmy and Claire. They loved all their animals dearly, but who said people didn't love his animals as well.
It was 3 am when Fall given birth to two twins a bull and cow. It was on of the rarest of births at the farm. Jimmy stroked her head "you did good girl." He looked at the two. One was almost a copper color, the other was a dark brown. They each had the streak but in the left side and right side of their heads. Jimmy but his hand on his chin "Well we can name them...well..hmm well the copper one can be named copper and the darker one can be named well...." The farmer thought fora good ten minutes. He shot up "I got it how about we name her cinnamon." Fall mooed in approval and licked the two.
Emily's Reflection“Whoo, what a long day…” Emily moaned as she walked into her room, dropping her bag onto the bed.Emily's Reflection1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been yet another long and tiring day. She worked at a gas station a few blocks down from her house, and it wasn’t exactly the most exciting job in the world. It wasn’t an occupation that was dangerous or chaotic, but damn could it get boring, aside from the angry customer or two.
Although it didn’t matter now. Emily was home, and she had the rest of the night to herself, and she was determined to have some sort of fun. She certainly earned it, what with that one jerk who constantly yelled at her because of some stupid malfunction in the pump that she had no control over. She was an employee at the counter, not an engineer. It was really strange how many people thought that just because you worked at a gas station, that meant you knew everything there was to know about the machinery there.
Of course, thinking about that was pointless, because now t
Cuts and Bruises My name, Echo Sana,age 13. I am that teen you seek sitting down and just listening to people talking,I dony have many friends. All my friends are from the internet,oh I wish I can talk to them right now... Anyways let me sum up my life.Cuts and Bruises1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My parents died when I was 5, I live in an adoption center in Wisconsin. I have many friends in Wattpad. Im bisexual,that is what im mostly bullied for... I am skinnny,to white,to smart,and an outcast. I dont know what to do for my future,but just want to end it. Yes I started cutting at age 10,at first it was accident. Now its a habit, come home and scratch myself till I see a scar. I have a small crush on this cute guy named Evan and he is REALLY nice.
"Stinkin echo! Come here!" Yelled one of those bullies,priscilla. I walked to priscilla and her gang,"What? I was reading a good book." I responded
"Come here and show your Cuts~~" she purred and all the girls wide eyed looked at me, I just brought my arms up and scrolled my s
no chrome 1She screamed as she woke up. Clawing at her arms, she sat upno chrome 11 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
and let her grief known. Finally, the fire died down and she looked
at her arms. Whole. No holes. No blood. All the scars though.
Then, a door opened and admitted people in hazmat suits. Bulky
plastic hoods covered another layer of plastic and shielding, and
they waved something that clicked like radio static over her.
"Hey," she said, as hey huddled and discussed, "what is this place,
where am I, and why aren't I dead?" They broke apart as she hopped
off the operating table, and gathered around her. She grabbed one by
the shoulders, then stared past the layers of shielding.
"Who. The fuck. Are you. And what. The fuck. Am. I. Doing. Here?" She
slowly demanded, squeezing its shoulders and her eyelids as she tried
not to cry.
"You are in research station Rodina Mat, and I am Head Researcher Ratcheted.
You were restored to full health after the technology to do so was perfected."
"Wait," she paused, "I wa
RUMINATION #15, FOR THE ANCHOVY (PREVIEW)Light broke at the end of the new passageway; so far the enemy had eluded his sight. Rex had been fighting for what seemed to be hours.RUMINATION #15, FOR THE ANCHOVY (PREVIEW)1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At every turn it seemed the dog was running through the same tunnel-again and again. As he went the lamps grew dimmer and the path
darker until completely black where he currently stood, “Chief?” the name left Rex and repeated all on it’s own. Speargun empty, resolve
drained, one more step could be his last. Weary feet would finally rest as he took a seat on something that resembled a cube. The-CLINK-
of metal startled him; there were things moving in the floor “Hey-watch'a doing to me, l’go!” they clamped chains on his feet. Something
parted his arms and bound them to where he sat “What is this?” a frog caked in sand reached for a contraption that lay in the corner, one
that Rex had not noticed until presently. Metal squeaked and gears turned; the floor receded at an alarming pace. The dog fell over, and
Touhou Project: CotLE Chapter 4Chapter 4: The Verdict Part 1Touhou Project: CotLE Chapter 421 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aya Shameimaru here. A runner of the Bunbunmaru Newspaper, stationed at Youkai Mountain...
Wearing myself a black vest over a white ribbed sweater with black arm warmers.....my usual red tokin hat....a black skirt...and black thigh-highs.....and I had a signature red tie on.
Red eyes...and black short messy-yet-smooth hair...
Black and white...huh?
I'm kinda in a dilenma. You see....
I'm bored. As in VERY bored.
But...part of it is also a different kind of bored. But of course.....
Aya S.: .....*sigh* No good. Nothing's ever gonna come up that's worth actually "fresh news".
I'm a tengu. A crow tengu to be exact.
Yeah, don't ask how that works...
After all, how does everything in Gensoukyou even work anyway?
Aya S.: ......damn...I'm so tired....
Hatate: ...you still looming around on your seat?
Aya S.: .....just give me a minute....
Hatate: .........*sigh* That's what you always say.
That, is Hatate Himekaidou.
ANOTHER crow tengu like I am.
Mes projets de romansMes projets de romans2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Memory dogs
Encore une fois, je raconte mon amour pour les chiens, ces animaux au pelage si doux. En fin de compte, le personnage meurt au sein d'une meute de malamutes un peu comme dans le clip d'Unkle.
- The Fourth Seraphim
Ou la technique de la glissade. Explication de la façon dont Fred est devenu "fou".
- The Northern Gates
Le plus important, il s'agit du Canada et de la Russie.
- (Gormenghast IV)
- Un recueil de nouvelles.
Nouvelles, chapitres, essais ou romans. Poésies aussi. Philosophie aussi. Pendant ce temps, elle peut broder ou s'occuper des enfants.
A thousand yearsIt's been over a thousand years on Earth, this paradise has changed so much ever since the battle of Armageddon, when the great beast was erased from existence, the world changed from growing wasteland to a literal dream world where physical meets energy, where what they used to call the fourth dimension is now a normal thing and where cities are made of gold with some peculiar habitants.A thousand years3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know it won't last much though, it didn't last much the first time we all came here, the dragon freed itself and dragged some of us down with him, just a thousand of years later! I still remember the way I lost some of my most precious friends that time... In the decisive battle, it's been another thousand years since that critical moment... We already covered the surface of the Earth with flowers and green life again after it was destroyed by the disaster. But today... I have a new feeling.
The prophecies ended here, He had no longer told us about the future as it was unnecessary, but I knew by exp
The Quiet WorldThe Quiet World4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Quiet World
The world was quiet, nothing could be heard. Perhaps everyone was asleep, or close to it? That was what she claimed, "the world is asleep, why shall you disturb it?" Yet, even with the calm and quiet from those neighboring people, the world was louder than it was meant to be. Cars could be heard, passing on the road one by one, little by little. The wind blew through the open fields, through the trees, and over the lakes, creating ripples in all. "Life was quiet," surely was a joke. Life was anything but quiet. No, the world was anything but quiet. It was no more asleep than a man running a race.
Sleeping was peaceful, quiet, and calm. Neither the world or a life was that. It was always day somewhere, no doubt about it. Some man or woman would always rush around, fretting to get chores done. Cars were always driving, waves always crashing, babies alway
The AsceticHe sat alone, eyes closed to the external world. His ascetic pose would have conjured connotations of tranquillity and benevolence for other mindful entities - the image passing through the subjective mediatory which wrought dichotomy between inner and outer truths. Whether the dichotomy was itself a symptom of subjective interpretation was often pondered – when each is hemmed in by idiosyncratic structures, difficulties can be engendered which fray the rope bridge of communication between autonomous entities. In this way friends may become enemies.The Ascetic4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yet his pose remained. In a narrow clearing he sat, amidst a thick wood – subjectivity may have interpreted that the trees reached out, gnarled arms frozen in an attempt to grasp his flesh. Their leaves had wilted brown and begun to shed. Thus space had opened up above his head and the cloudless sky could have been seen had he opened his eyes. All appeared still as his being projected itself outwards and onto his surroundings
The RepaintA group of poor little vandals had the nerve to steal the rich value of decades-old white walls in broad daylight and swapped it with an ugly tan color. Though there were many witnesses, they were never captured.The Repaint1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some would consider this not to be a crime; whoever saw the imperfections in the black spots on the walls shunned them off like a sinner to the religiously devoted. This is a restaurant, they'd argue! Bad looks kill the hunger in the beast (because the dumb animals we are don't look much farther than that, obviously). Beauty restores it. Beauty is hunger. Hunger is money. Money is the physical version of infinity because the possibilites are limitless. So this redesign equates to a profit.
Actually, "some" is pretty much everyone. I find that a lot of my thoughts aren't things people would agree with, assuming they even understand it. It doesn't bother me much, though. I like having my own opinions. It's like a sheep deviating from the herd.
Deviate from the herd...
Will I be
A Ghostly VisitorWho am I is not important. What am I doing here is of little interest, but since you have asked me, I will tell you nonetheless.A Ghostly Visitor2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am sitting in a hospital room, near a patient I don't even know. But That is obvious and is not satisfying your curiosity.
I watch people. That is what I do. I find them very interesting. Especially hospital patients.
How they cope with whatever they have that get them hospitalized in the first place.
What they look like when they first come in, when they stay, and when they leave.
Most leave, eventually. But not all. Some stay here until their time runs out, by which point the die.
My last sentence was besides the point. My apologies.
Back to my narration.
Some cope well, others do not. The last ones especially pique my interests. Them and the hospital staff; they represent another side to the story, one not often told.
But it is not my place to tell that side.
Most of the staff at the hospital in which we are currently sitting (you and I) got used to my p
The Death of a Lover I watched him as he bled out over the hard wood floor, convulsing as every pint drained from his once rosy body. The look on his face was fear, dismay, and ultimately joy as he finally came face to face with his long lost lover, Death.The Death of a Lover1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stepping over his soon-to-be lifeless body, I bent down and picked up the blade, shaking off the blood it had been sitting in. It was shining; the blade was new, he must have gotten it from my beauty kit beneath the bathroom sink next to my Nair basket. Looking down at him, I notice him looking up at me, shivering, reaching with his freshly-sliced wrist for the blade.
The blood oozed from his wrist, seeping through the slit in his flesh like lava flowing from an angry volcano. As a clot lands in the pond of blood below, my shoes are spattered. The smile on his face was nothing but madness now, a smile that taunted me as if to say I told you, I told you I would do it if you ever left me.
I stood watching as his lovely hazel
I'm BackLassan perzsel a szürke gyehenna. Billogot éget rám a ruhám és izzó kínnal festi vörösre halvány halotti leplem.I'm Back1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pokol küszöbén állok, előttem kanyargós völgyhasadék, hátam mögött gyilkos kősivatag. Remegve égnek a házak, míg lelkem égő remegésével nézem a kárhozott lelkek néma vonulását.
Nemrég még a mennyországban voltam.
Creative Writing TBT: Night-Time CoffeeThis sketch seems like nothing on its own. Soon it will mix with oily warms and colds in several layers on a pulled surface made just for this purpose. I decided today that I would draw something from the stream of my consciousness as an experiment. Whatever that would come into my head, that's what would be on this canvas tonight.Creative Writing TBT: Night-Time Coffee1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just then, the waitress sets down my coffee cup, the deep browns of the drink not even comparing to the ones in her eyes. The warmth of the grounded beans' aroma in addition to her encouraging smile strengthened my spirit to keep sketching as she gracefully walked off.
I pause to add my usual milk and sugar, the sugar scattering like the stars in the night sky as the moonlight collects into the newly introduced pool of milk. Ah, just right.
Oh no, now a crowd's forming nearby... It was foolish of me to come during the café's dinner rush. It's getting awfully packed, and people keep asking what my finished product is when I have no idea myself. I overhea
Five minutesI know he'll get mad once he gets home. I've been very bad. I lurk around the house for a hiding spot, but only to increase my anxiety once I notice there's no place to hide. This morning he left as usual, he said his farewell, and left. But he forgot something. Something he has always done for my whole life here. I wait. Maybe he would remember and come back. Waiting near the window, pacing back and forth in the kitchen. I start to get mad, a feeling of betrayal. I grab the first thing that was in front of me and throw it down to the floor. Ripping anything that was in my grasp. Knocking down vases, plates, pots... making a loud ruckus. I went to his bedroom and start my mess once again. Now, I'm sitting down on the currently ripped and shredded couch. I close my eyes and lay down. Waiting. It seemed hours... but it has only been two minutes. I watch the door open, so I sat up and lowered my head. Only five more minutes... five more minutes... please. I get up and leave the living rooFive minutes3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
SenPostanowiłem wyjść z domu mimo tego, iż wiedziałem, że wszyscy mnie nienawidzą. Szedłem płochliwym krokiem po chodniku, a oni już czekali z bezlitosnymi twarzami.Sen3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Wynoś się frajerze! Spróbuj uśmiechać się do naszych dziewczyn, a utniemy ci jaja!
Po czym rzucili się na mnie.
Zacząłem uciekać w panice, próbując się gdzieś schować, ale nie miałem gdzie, gdyż ze wszystkich zaułków błyskała stal noży.
W końcu dopadli mnie i rzucili na ziemię.
Stali ciasnym okręgiem.
Przyjaciele(czy mogłem tak ich jeszcze nazywać?), rodzina(nawet ona się mnie wyrzekła), znajomi, sąsiedzi i zwykli przechodnie.
- Teraz zapłacisz za wszystkie winy, Śmieciu.
Ukląkłem i chciałem błagać o litość, lecz poczułem uderzenie w głowę i
Illuminated Shutters Now Open (Story Idea)I have no idea what's gotten into me. If you had met me two months ago, you would have never guessed that I would be social and impulsive, going on adventures filled with mystery and slight danger, having conversations on rooftops as I watch the stars, and running away from home so I could escape from all of... this.Illuminated Shutters Now Open (Story Idea)20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let me explain: I have recently had a revelation. This revelation has changed the way I see the world around me and the people I come into contact with. I used to think that the people I hung out with were certain ideas that I had come up with based around their actions and their past. But, that's not how they are. People are not ideas that are made up in other people's heads. They have those ideas implanted because it's how we see them when we aren't looking closely. All it takes is just one small piece of conversation or a detailed analysis of someone's life and taking it piece by piece to understand them from a human aspect and not as an idea. Granted, it isn't hard to
Four Years [OOS] He sat on the edge of his bed, one hand loosely resting in his unkempt hair as he gazed onward. Not that he was focusing on anything physical. At the moment his focus was on his thoughts.Four Years [OOS]1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
These thoughts didn't seem to stay on one subject – then again his mind was on overdrive, a logical thought process would've been out of place here. It was always late at night, usually after he'd been roused by a nightmare that these thoughts would come to him.
It's not that he didn't like it here. In fact he'd loved it as much as he was capable of here. A new life, no abusive father to constantly plague him for doing something wrong or not meeting an impossibly high standard. A peaceful life where he was free to do almost anything he pleased. Not that he desired much. Being able to know that his actions won't have a consequences used to be enough. But why wasn't
Fatalismus„Heute bringe ich garantiert niemanden um!“, schwor sich der Autor beim Aufstehen. Er zog sich an und wusch sich. Zum Frühstück hatte er ein Croissant und eine Tasse Kaffee. Er las noch etwas in der Zeitung und verstarb anschließend auf dem Weg zur Arbeit bei einem Unfall mit Fahrerflucht.Fatalismus1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Writing Prompt #1- Why There is Sunrise and SunsetBefore anything, there no light nor dark. There was nothing to stir emotions nor beauty or passion. Then a white dragon flew over the world, and two of his scales fell to the Earth. As they fell, they changed to be a large golden dragon, full of passion and heat, and a silver dragon, full of peace and cool air. They were named Sol and Luna.Writing Prompt #1- Why There is Sunrise and Sunset1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The white dragon left Earth behind, leaving it for Sol and Luna. Each gave off light and feelings, as was their nature. And each dragon believed that the beauty that they brought the Earth was better than the other dragon. Fighting ensued, with humans also taking sides to the mysterious dragons of the sky. After much time had passed, the fighting stopped, with each of the dragons taking their place on their sides of the world. Sol took her place in the East, and Luna took her place in the West. They gave their sides of the world their light and emotions, and this is how it was for many years.
As years past, rumor spread of a beauty more perfect than
MY MINDI woke up to a ringing sound.MY MIND3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Opening my eyes I was greeted to a blinding white room. Nothing was there but with great focus I can make out the shapes of furniture and-
Is that a cat?
I looked around, searching for a door, anything to get me out of this room. Some areas started to darken and upon closer inspection the areas were covering with words. I tried to read them but only became more and more dizzy.
I had to back away. When I did, though, the words started to spread. Becoming more and more painful and hurtful. The air screamed the words at me. The words tore at me, tearing into my skin and clawing for my heart. I tried to scream but was drowned in the painful words.
It burned to keep my eyes open, forcing me to screw my eyes shut. I collapsed, curling up and finally being able to scream.
I woke up gasping. Turning to my left I see my sister sleeping peacefully. I relaxed and sighed. Relaxing back into my own bed and snuggling into the blankets.