The Storyboard - 011The Storyboard - 0119 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A bright red ball of yarn bounced down the hall before rolling to a stop on the carpet. Million, sitting against the wall with her legs crossed, turned her eyes to the ball with a faint whirr. Then she turned her head the other way, to Lily’s face leaning out of the bedroom.
“I only look like a cat, you know,” Million said.
“I know,” Lily said, “I’m running a test.”
Million furrowed her brow. “What test?”
“For a hypothesis.”
“No,” Lily said, “It might taint the data.”
Million sighed, exasperated. She didn’t have to, of course, since she was a robot—specifically a high-end general purpose ani-droid, shaped like an orange bipedal housecat. Although her outer covering mimicked soft orange fur, and her ears tapered to a point, and her electronic eyes narrowed with vertical slits, it was all merely an illusion for the enjoyment of humans.
She was not even that
Spiking the Punch (TF)“Did you just sigh audibly?”Spiking the Punch (TF)10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vanessa started, a guilty flush spreading along her cheeks. She hadn’t meant for anyone to hear that, least of all Nick. Her best friend had a supernatural gift for picking out the exact right things to embarrass her.
“N-no.” Was the best she had to offer. Her cheeks reddened further as she realized the futility of her lie. “Yes.” She sighed the last part, giving up on any hope of a successful façade. On the bright side, he was only bugging her about that, and not on her choice of costume: a sexy dog-girl outfit that her sister had bought her. She’d switched off the costume’s ears and tail almost immediately, disliking how they twitched in time with her emotions.
For a moment, the only sound was the constant beat of the music, an upbeat pop song by some foreign artist. Vanessa stared idly at the dance floor, watching someone in a cheaply 3D-printed costume t
Carry On My Wayward Son - Halloween Special Jason could have sworn he heard the window open. He blinked open his eyes tiredly, and decided it must have been part of a dream or something. He closed is eyes and was ready to go back to sleep when he heard footsteps from somewhere else in his house.Carry On My Wayward Son - Halloween Special21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He sat up, certain enough this time to check, and stood. He crept cautiously out of his room into the living room. It was dark there, full of shadows and mystery. He couldn't see anyone; only dark shapes. He was just about to call it his imagination when he saw one of the figures shift.
Jason jumped and threw a punch. The creature was intelligent, at least. Jason knew as it deflected his punch and bent over, grabbing his arm and flipping him onto the ground. Jason groaned as the wind was knocked out of him, preparing himself for the worst.
But, instead of death, he heard something much worse.
"Wow. You're really out of practice, little brother."
A World Apart - Ch. 6 - Portabit Magna*Mitch*A World Apart - Ch. 6 - Portabit Magna16 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, I think we've studied enough." Jerome closed my Latin book and stood up, walking across his treehouse.
Since our first lesson, I had visited him every day. It was Wednesday now; six days since the night we met. I had gotten a bit better with Latin since last week, which was definitely thanks to my Baccan friend.
"What now?" I asked said Bacca.
Jerome tossed me the bow I usually kept at his house; the one he had made. "We're going hunting."
I caught it clumsily. "Hunting?" I asked. "Jerome, I have no idea how to use this thing."
"The only way to change that is to learn." Jerome said. He picked up his axe as he handed me my quiver of arrows. "Come on, let's do this." He lifted the hatch and leapt down, climbing down to the leaves below using the tree branches. I followed suit once I'd clipped the quiver to my belt, hurrying after him as he walked swiftly into the woods. It hadn't taken me l
Poke"Oops!" A brown dissolved grunted as he bumped into Starling's shoulder. His group of friends suppressed their laughter poorly.Poke4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oops!" Starling repeated, but with a much friendlier tone. He tried to be on his way, but was stopped as the dissolved's hand placed firmly onto his shoulder.
"Well hey, Starling. Totally didn't see you there." The brown dissolved said with a somewhat challenging smirk.
The one under Starling's mask, the Ninja, knew this tactic.
The brown dissolved was itching for a fight, and was trying to rile up "Starling" to get one.
Those poor fools...
Starling merely cocked his head innocently and said nothing.
"Say... How about my friends and I treat ya to chilli supper, eh?" The brown dissolved said, the expression of trickery plain on his face, "Just to show ya that we're all friends here..."
The group snickered again.
"No thank you." Starling said and turned to walk away. The brown dissolved's invitation was that to a secluded area, the ninja knew.
The dissolveds we
Dying of the Light [page 3]Dying of the LightDying of the Light [page 3]22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The two new superheroes reached Florida within a few hours to discover mass panic and evacuation in the Keys and Everglades. The worst, as Puabi suspected, had happened at last.
Although Dagon was a few meters ahead, there seemed to be a medium procession of gillman creatures trailing him. Clifford and Puabi realized that Dagon has summoned his Deep Ones and they had emerged off the coastline of Florida.
Puabi remembered suddenly about pre-Islamic Egypt and the basin of the two rivers that formed Babylon. She recalled the royal processions that she had joined in her past life. However, she shook herself to face the dreadful onslaught.
The residents of the two places continue to scramble wildly out of their homes and flats and rush along the streets of the towns. The superheroes prepared to land in the midst and quell it.
Throughout all this, the sky had remained dark for that hour and the dark stars loomed still closer. Clifford Rogers looked upward and
Dying of the Light [page 4] The ConfrontationDying of the LightDying of the Light [page 4] The Confrontation57 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Braced for all action which would certainly be dangerous, the Assyrian Avengers prepared for confrontation. They decided to face off with Dagon. It is assumed that to defeat the leader would result in defeat of the followers. So they headed to intercept Dagon despite any and all risks.
They encountered Dagon near the town hall and stood steadfastly and plainly in his view. Dagon either was beyond care of them or self-confident to the point of disinterest. They warned him. At that moment, the Deep Ones began to assemble behind him. Puabi glanced at Clifford and awaited his moves.
The storm continued to manifest around them with occasional streaks of lightning hitting objects in their path but avoiding them. They knew that Marduk and Ishtar had sent a warning to Dagon. Then, roaring like Assyrian lions, the Avengers rushed head on towards Dagon. The Deep Ones swarmed around the three figures like a school of kung fu surrounding the hero or vi
HA Halloween Assignment - DoppelgangerHA Halloween Assignment - Doppelganger15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone gathered around the Halloween class’s chalkboard and read the list of names that Harr (or rather the hands that haunted his coat) wrote in bright orange chalk. The sounds of chatter from the students filled the elaborately decorated classroom as they tried to see who was partnered up with whom in this month’s assignment when the class ended.
When the Halloween teacher gleefully revealed the project in his own flamboyant flair, most of students took quick, uneasy glances towards each other and almost all of them thought the same thing; ‘Please let me get someone who’s wearing something easy (and who’s the least embarrassing to imitate.)’ The only one hadn’t had this thought yet was Hollow and the scarecrow was too busy wondering what the word ‘Theatrical’ meant.
Hollow stood near the back of the group that crowded in front of the board and anxiously waited as he fidgeted restlessly with the end of his school scarf. For the m
Live by fire, Lightning POV http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkXecJTzjhULive by fire, Lightning POV5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Unload!” Zorath roared to the Council as more fire focused on their position. He sheltered behind Laura’s thickly muscled leg as the dragonesses held the terrorists back a moment longer. Dragons leapt off of the two, firing as they hit the ground. Foxes, lizards, dragons, beasts of prey, and all manner of creatures fell back, clutching their wounds as the Council’s guns hit home.
“Live by fire!” Zorath cried, charging out towards the enemy. Howls rose with him as the dragonesses ceased the conflagration.
“Die by fire!”
The two sides sprinted towards one another, shots snapping off between them as they closed. Zorath deflected a laser on his claws, and saw other dragons stumble from multiple impacts. Three fell, and one didn’t get up again. He snarled t
Ask-Box #10: Myeko To FiremagmaAsk-Box #10: Myeko To Firemagma1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
La limousine noire roulait à une allure relativement rapide. A l’intérieur, le démon blond s’impatientait. Il avait son visage des mauvais jours, et son regard tourné vers la fenêtre. Même si il n’y voyait rien.
Depuis que ce petit jeux avait commencé, il considérait avoir été relativement patient. Cependant, ces convocations récurrentes commençaient à légèrement l’agacer. Ainsi, lorsque le véhicule s’arrêta, il sortit brusquement, claquant la porte derrière lui. Il se dirigea d’un pas rapide, et entra assez vite dans la petite cabane pour ne pas laisser le temps à la fillette de parler.
Une fois entré, il cassa son habitude en ne s’asseyant pas. Le démon s’adossa contre le mur, bras croisés sur le torse.
La question ne tarda pas à s’afficher à l’écran.
Ultimate F-ZERO: Chapter 67 A week passed in the Asteroid Field. These large chunks of floating space rock were what remained after the horrifying end to the last Grand Prix. While Black Shadow was defeated, the whole of Mute City was essentially eradicated--all thanks to his contraption he called a track. Whether or not there were survivors had yet to be determined. It was clear that Diamond Becky was among these people, as she inherited strange powers on Sand Ocean a long time ago, and gained arcane abilities, such as forging solid light with merely a gesture or so. In this manner, she, and a few engineers from Green Plant modeled some of the colonies in the Asteroid Field. While each resembled large cities, the whole combined amount of all colonies has not even come close to the former glory of Mute City.Ultimate F-ZERO: Chapter 6717 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In this time, F-ZERO was almost banned, but thanks to a huge public outcry, the sport was reopened to the public. This time, a new Committee was elected--some of them being F-ZERO
A Troubled Lack of SoulSlowly standing to her feet, shaking her head, she surveyed her surroundings. All kinds of run-down buildings and, surprisingly, vegetation embracing them. This little dwarf planet obviously had air, luckily so, as her helmet was severely cracked. She removed her helmet, taking a deep breath just to confirm. Sure enough, her lungs got a large dose of fresh, plant-produced air. She looked around once more, no sign of the ship anywhere. It would seem as though the shock-absorbing selling point of the suit that pirate was telling her about was certainly no slouch, never mind that she'd be dead anyway, had the planet had no air. Deciding to move forward, her suit eventually grew heavy. Spotting a nearby abandoned building, she walked in, removing the suit, revealing nothing more than a tank top and a pair of shorts. Goddamn those rich bastards living on their Earth-like planets, space travel for cheap is heavy and hard, as it turned out. Rolling her head back, eyelids heavy, her neck quickA Troubled Lack of Soul35 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
PARALLEL - Part 3Parellus swung around the corner, but immediately stumbled back. He hugged the wall of the building in front of him and slowly peeked his head around the corner. There, just down the street, was Nyla Langston herself. She looked different, though, than her picture in the case report that Parellus had looked over about twenty or thirty times. Her face was really the only thing that had changed, but it was horribly deformed. Her eyes had grown significantly in size and the pupils and whites were completely taken over by the irises, which started blood-red on the outside, but faded ombre-style into a piercing gold in the center. There was a crazed grin spread across her face akin to that of a scarecrow. The mere appearance of Nyla's new face absolutely terrified the young police chief.PARALLEL - Part 317 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Parellus then noticed a red-haired girl sneaking up behind Nyla, brandishing a double-edged sword in her right hand. At the same time, a girl with nutmeg-brown hair rushed toward Nyla from the front, her ha
FaultThe barrel of my gun is pressed against her cheek; tears spill over it and I can't help but wonder if it might rust.Fault1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Don’t hurt me.”
I usually remember detail but I’ve overlooked something.
The city sun-canopy swayed overhead casting a light shade on the buildings and streets some six hundred metres below. Still, the sandy wind bit hard underneath, few would venture out from their comfy air-conditioned homes or offices today. I leapt from a rooftop and easily landed on an adjacent platform. I felt fuzzy from the blow to my head. The HUD flickered in my eyes –
Memory Caching Error 0x1AF
- my target: a building downtown. I scaled the wall, scratched my way up its crumbling surface before it had a chance to repair. The roof was vacant. Good. I kicked through the service door – Habitat A – and sprinted through the guts of the building to room 2401.
“Taren please.” She struggles against the vines, “it’s me,