Thief!Denmark x Police!Reader - Unexpected TruthThief!Denmark x Police!Reader - Unexpected Truth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mathias Køhler. Supposedly in his twenties and known for his work as a thief. He is marked as a wanted man and my first target as a new policeman. I had joined the force a while back and had just finished my training. I was then moved to as a new recruit and had come face-to-face with my first job. Scanning the thief's profile one more time with a quick glare, I turned it back over to my boss.
"So why me, sir?" I asked a bit bluntly as I twiddled my fingers nervously behind my back. Hey, it was my first time doing this, I should be nervous.
"Well seeing on how you're one of our new recruits, I had given you this mission since it would be not as challenging to handle. As you saw in his files, the man has done hardly any harm to the public and has only been pick pocketing behind their backs. A simple job for a rookie like you to catch him red-handed." My boss had explained as he was cleaning his glasses.
"How will I be able to approach him without him slipping away? I'm sure
The World's Greatest ActorThe World’s Greatest Actor, now a father, prepared lunch for his three children. Humming to himself happily, he slathered pieces of bread with peanut butter and jelly. He put them each into individual plastic containers, then the containers into brightly coloured cloth bags along with plums and juice boxes. He wanted to make sure they ate healthy but enjoyed what they ate. He was rewarded with their smiles when his three children came running in. An elder girl in grade two, followed by a twin boy and girl who were in kindergarten, greeted him. He said good morning and picked them all up in a bear hug, kissing them each on the forehead. They laughed and ran to eat their breakfasts, cereal which he had poured for them. When they were done, he followed them up the stairs to make sure each one of them brushed their teeth, washed their hands, and picked up their school bags. He watched them shove their carefully packed lunches into their bags and run out the front door. He stood withThe World's Greatest Actor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Pocket Full of SkyWhen I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.A Pocket Full of Sky5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads you, you must always do for me one small, beautiful thing take a handful of the sky, and place it in your pocket. Take a handful of the sky, and remember, always, that your feet need not always be imprisoned to the ground. Anything you could ever wish for, Lucie, can be yours but only if you study hard, and always feel the freedom of t
The Silo Complex"You won't believe what I just saw in the field."The Silo Complex5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sighed at Eloise in the doorway. "Another dead raccoon? How big was it this time? You know it's just maggots, right?"
"No, that wasn't it. I saw a man."
"Was it John?"
"It was a man, but it wasn't really a man. Almost a man."
"Almost a man?" She had recently taken to wandering in the fields under gray skies, thinking that she'd find her answers among the abandoned farm equipment and rows of dried corn husks. She never did. Just raccoons. I never heard anything about men who were almost men. "How can someone be almost a man?"
"Never mind. You don't believe me."
"Just tell me what he looked like."
"He looked like smoke."
I didn't realize what she meant until the next day when a woman who was almost a woman appeared outside the back door, peering through the window. She was in the form of a woma
Revenge [Sollux Captor]Revenge [Sollux Captor]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was there again, that horrible feeling of guilt that haunted me. Yes it was wrong what was happening, but it felt so good. He stared at me, his blue and red eye with a sad look in them. His eyes always enchanted me, they were beautiful. My [h/c] was being stroked by him, I could feel it, his warm touch on my head reminded me off the fact that I was still alive. It calmed me down to feel his hands going through my hair like that, yet it couldn't stop what was happening right now, it all went to fast, he could just watch as I slipped away, and left him forever. The thing was, that my health and body where always weak, and I was doomed to die anyway, but the fact that the end pulled me away from my love wasn't going to stop me from saving him, it was my own choice. I had loved his lisps and didn't want to lose him not my Sollux, not after he confessed that he loved me, and asked me to be his matesprit. He stared into my [e/c] eyes and I saw tears in his
Mandy TG"Mandy, you can't go out you have to go to the prom!" I scream.Mandy TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Whatever, nobody cares about grade seven prom." She retorts. Then she slams the door and walks out
I fume for a bit before I stomp up to my room.
Then, I hear her stupid ringtone go off. If i listen to it for more than thirty seconds my head explodes, so I darted forward into her room and looked at the caller ID, wondering if I could just hang up.
It was her boyfreind, Max. I put on a falsetto voie and awnser.
"Hey pumpkin." I say.
"Hey cutie."He replies. "You ready to go out tonight for the prom?" He asks. I think fast, Mandy probably sais she would go with Max then ditched and forgot to tell him.
"Sure." I say, might as well humilate Mandy.
"Cool, I'll be there in five." He replies. I hang up and sit doen on Mandy's bed, facing the closet. I remember one time she yelled a certain outfit and it appered on her floor, then she put it on. I don't know how she did it so I decided to try it.
"Prom!" I yell. Then I hear a robo
PokeGrowth Part 1: Ash Growing"Aww, do we have to do this again?!"PokeGrowth Part 1: Ash Growing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ash, Brock and Dawn were doing work for charity. They were cleaning Lake Valor, as it had become polluted by Team Galactic's last attempt at capturing Azelf. The water had turned a nasty brownish green colour because of the billious gunge Team Galactic's machine had spilled when it exploded.
"Aww, do we have to do this again?!" moaned Ash again.
"I hate to say this, but I agree with Ash." said Dawn
"C'mon guys," said Brock "It's for the good of the lake, and Azelf."
"More like the good of the lake, and Jaquelin Kelp!" whispered Ash to Dawn.
The two of them giggled. Brock came over to them. He had pink lipstick on his cheek. Ash and Dawn giggled again. Brock wiped the lipstick off his face.
"You two should start helping," said Brock "The valve over there is leaking, go and tighten it Ash. Dawn, go and help Dr. Kelp, she needs your help to fish that Magikarp out of the dirty water and into clean water."
Ash and Dawn went off to do their seperate thing
InnocenceIt was a time of love, a time of hate, the era of justice and immorality, the season of both insanity and clarity of mind. Sound familiar, don't it? Me wife used to love Dickens. Read him to me all the time, she did. That Jane what's-her-face woman, too: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a criminal who committed a crime is in want of a good hanging. Ring a bell?Innocence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, I like me literary allusions. I do, you know. Remind me of sweet Elaine. She was a messy death, but worth it. Oh boy, was she worth it. Crying and begging right up to the end. She had it coming to her, bet your arse she did, mate.
Why am I here anyway? I've already confessed. I'm a doomed son of a gun. Don't I get any last whatchamacallits? Can't I have a coldie, before I go up there and have me neck snapped back? Any beer will do I drink 'em all, so long as it's not that light crap.
Answer me, goddammit! What the bloody hell am I doing here? Kill me already. Inject me with the needle or string me up like
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.on old sanzu - absolutely true fiction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
Secret Sauce 1WARNING: This story will contain scenes of overeating and massive amounts of weight gain. If that's not your thing, bow out now.Secret Sauce 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deerglen was an upscale suburb of Star City, built during the tech-boom of the 90's but with more taste and discretion than the tumors of McMansions that appeared throughout Silicon Valley. A planned community, it was intended to be at one with nature, with the houses colored in Earth tones to blend into the oaks that grew there and the yards front and back spacious and devoid of fences.
But for Jill Crowe the houses could have been bright pink with yellow polka-dots, and the yards covered in coals that burned 24/7, and she would still be ecstatic. At only 26 the legal wunderkind had just made partner at Eggerton and Associates, the most prestigious law firm in the city. A massive bump in salary and a congratulatory bonus allowed her to not only pay off the last of her student loans but move up out of her month-by-month rent, ramen three times a week life.
AT- ConnorxReader A Walk in the ForestThis is my first Canonxreader, believe me I was quite scare this wouldn’t work. We have to look on how I do, I’m quite a bit scare to be honest with ya! XDDAT- ConnorxReader A Walk in the Forest2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Walk in the Forest
You loved nature, but with so many trees, your eyes would widen with amazement and awe. It was nothing you ever seen before. Nothing like Boston or New York you visited. The Davenport Homestead had wildlife and jumped in front of you that wouldn’t care if you stood there and stare. The deer gave you a blank stare and continues to jump through the forest and bushes.
When a butterfly came to your finger, you raise your point finger and it landed on your finger. You were amazed by the color of the wings that you never seen up close before. “Why do you have to be such a pretty butterfly? I don’t understand why the colonist wants to destroy wildlife, this is amazing.” You said as you watch the butterfly depart from your finger and fly through the calm a
Tossed AsideTossed Aside5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mom, Dad I have something to tell you, something that I've been keeping from you for years. Please promise me that you'll love me no matter what I say, and that you'll support me to the end.
Mom, Dad I'm bisexual. There's a girl at school that I like, and her name is _____. She's really pretty, with her long dark hair that fills your nostrils with the aroma of strawberries with every swish, and her warm honey-brown eyes. Mom, you'll like her because she can cook and strike up great conversation; Dad, you'll like her because she's a sports nut and knows how to fix cars. She can protect your precious baby girl. We're in love and would like to have your blessing to date one another.
Mom, Dad where are you going? I'm right here in front of you. Mom, go ahead and slap me all you want, show me just how much I anger you. Dad, yell at me to your heart's content and say how I disgust you with
The GallonTitle: The GallonThe Gallon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fandom: Tiger & Bunny
Characters/Pairings: Kotetsu (Wild Tiger)
Warnings: belches and hiccuping
Summary: There's a gallon of milk obstructing the space in Kotetsu's fridge and to get rid of it, Kotetsu decides to drink it all.
Kotetsu had just come back from shopping. When he opened the door of his fridge his eyes immediately fell on a large gallon container of milk. How could they not? After all, the thing was taking up all of the top shelf, lying on its side. It had been planned that Kaede would be visiting for the weekend and Kotetsu hadn't wanted to have to run out to get milk every morning because they'd used it all up too quickly. So he'd tried to find a larger than usual quantity. However, all he could find was the usual small ones and the really large gallon containers which the parents of large families with four or five kids tended to buy. Kotetsu didn't usually need that much milk, but i
Equation of Love"Shizu-Chan~!"Equation of Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The taller, more irritated blonde snapped his innocent pencil in half at the sound of the all too familiar voice. A head covered in inky black tresses popped out from behind the door and into the nearly empty classroom. It's only occupants were an irritated Shizuo Heiwajima and now the head of, in Shizuo's mind, a pesky flea.
"What the fuck do you want? Isn't it a bit early for you even?" The blonde made a good point. School wasn't supposed to start for another 2 hours or so, but yet here the two sat, awake and already at their usual antics.
"I was about to ask you the same thing, Shizu-Chan~" Izaya purred in his smooth voice, a voice which sent a shiver down the taller male's spine. That nickname always made anger start sparking even more in Shizuo's mind.
"Don't call me that! Can't you go find something better to do? I'm sure some other people are here for you to bother. I'm busy." Shizuo growled and turned his attention back to the paper sitting in front of him
Six Words, Six WivesScrewed.Six Words, Six Wives4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Heavy Rain: Madison's RapePaco walked ahead into his private room, his semi-drunken grin still hanging across the side of his face; for a heavyset man, he certainly could put some pep in his step. The real motivation, Madison thought, was obvious.Heavy Rain: Madison's Rape5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Madison Paige was a woman on a mission. Reluctantly, that night at the Blue Lagoon, Paco's little dance joint, that meant she had to be sexy. She was woman in her mid-twenties, with a bob-cut of brunette hair, frizzed in a sexy fashion; her red blouse showed a nice little triangle of cleavage, and her black skirt had been torn at mid-thigh meticulously, to show a little more leg for Paco(a little more leg, and a little more cleavage than Madison had ever felt comfortable showing).
The Origami Killer? Madison tested the thought carefully against the facts, against her intuition, unzipping her bag to check the contents; Paco was ruffling around in his room a few feet ahead, out of sight. Paco Mendez is not the killer; but he owns the Marble Street apartment, w
Dewgong Anthro TF TGDewgong Anthro TF TG + Hypnosis TriggerDewgong Anthro TF TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Welcome. This is a hypnosis Literature piece. Before we begin, let's go over a few rules:
First and foremost, this is only a TG if you are male. If you are female, it will just be an Anthro TF
Next, remember that if at anytime you are disrupted, your hypnotism will end and you will have to start over.
If you are not confortable with the title, skim over the selection before reading it thoroughly, that way, you know what to expect.
You don't need any items to go through these hypnoses, you only need to read and press the down key at regular intervals.
Finally, please remember what makes you transform back to your natural human form as well as any disruptions!
Now that you know the rules, let's begin!
The first thing I want you to do is to remove any eyewear at this time. It will be distracting for the hypnotism you are about to receive!
After removing your eyewear, make sure you're not wearing anything but a slee
Just A Dream - Abused!France X ReaderJust A Dream - Abused!France X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just A Dream - Abused!France X Reader
Warning! And slight swearing.....
'Only one person made him feel loved. But she was long gone.
Angleterre took her away. His hatred for me drove him to do the worst.
He burnt a 19 year old woman. Her whole life was ahead of her.'
Francis Bonnefoy was curled up in his magnificent bed, sobbing his heart out. Today was the anniversary of Jeanne's death, and he had to spend it at those damned world meetings! Shoulder length blonde hair messed up. His crisp white dress shirt crinkled up. Black jean clad legs hanging off the bed. The Frenchman was exhausted.
Maybe a power nap couldn't hurt.
'Its not fair! Why could the creator of this world be so cruel as to make personifications of countries!'
France walked along the beautiful beach. Its beauty seemed to go on forever...! The dull pain in his heart was gone, allowing him to think clearly. He was still dressed in his plain black and white dress clothes. However his blonde hair was tie
What does it take to break?What does it take to break?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His lips were on mine suddenly and I had to fight the urge to retch. Even the sight of his eyebrows repulsed me now. Reminders of a tormented past I was trying desperately to get away from. I pushed him off and wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. "I told you, no more of this. I'm done Arthur."
The smirk on his face grew painfully apparent, he grabbed the collar of my shirt, "Don't you ever forget who helped make you my little moose." His teeth were bared and his laugh was sharp, I cringed beneath it. This side of Arthur, even Alfred didn't know. "I can't let you do this!"
"Who's gonna stop me? You think just because someone else can see you makes you loved. You're nothing more then an invisible little sex toy."
Feeling defeated, I bowed my head. Maybe Arthur was right. Maybe that's all I was. He bit my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and wrapping a hand in my hair. My body went limp, just as it always did when he was like this.
"He called me his little moose... it was awful.
I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES: Part 2I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES: Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just having someone made things nicer. It wasn't really anything different from the usual, just nicer. Things were the same around, but over time there was always some kind of change.
I like making sure he's safe. Just because it would be a shame if he were gone from this world. Nothing would change really, but my life personally would be much more mundane. I dont really understand the loyalty he poses...whether its truely real or not. Perhaps something his trainning instilled with him over time, but as it is directed towards me personally it has been one of the little factors about John that has confused me slightly. Not that I dont appreciate it, I quite enjoy it to be honest. It is nice to have him above anyone else around. From his character he will surely find a decent enough woman though, someone to spend his life with to its intiretity. Why he inists on staying here is strange, something I find myself pondering in later hours of the night, or when I
sometimesSometimes, I wish I could be someone else. Even for just a split of seconds, an hour or just a day. Not to change things, feel how it is to be in other people's shoes, to be better.sometimes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'd like to see my face when I lose.
I'd like to see my tears.
I'd like to know why some still care and others don't even write anymore.
I'd like to make myself happy, even though such a feeling would be only a faint touch of something still blooming or already dying out there.
I'd like to see a smile playing on my face.
I'd like to see myself blowing a kiss at someone, although that someone is long dead but
still manages to whisper silly, broken love spells into my ear.
I'd like to see myself die one day.
From a bullet, a combat knife. Of leukemia, a broken heart.
I'd like to see your face the moment my coffin settles in-between the grass and the reddish sky. I'd like to touch your tears then, those fake ones caught on the lips of the bystanders and taste every one of them with pietism.
The Night She Was Taken To The Monster-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-The Night She Was Taken To The Monster3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Night She Was Taken To The Monster
Josephine A. Mustafa
[based on a true story]
The night of June 13, 2012, was the night everything changed for her. Even though she was two months away from turning 24, she had always been this sweet, innocent, naïve little girl, living in her own perfect little world. Her parents and brother had sheltered her well from such crimes as she would witness this night, perhaps that's why this night was so life-altering and traumatising for her.
It was around sunset that her father took her to see a doctor. He was more of a religious person than a doctor, or so he claimed, but her father trusted him, so she obeyed. She was always a good girl, listening to what her father, mother, or brother told her, so she did not oppose. Regardless, she did cry. She cried all the way as she was taken to see this doctor. She was crying because she knew there was nothing wrong with he
WINNER WinnerWINNER5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How did this happen?" Axel asked himself as he stared up at the white, white ceiling of his room. He let a sigh, only a few people where left in the castle now, four? maybe five people were left. It was so quiet now. Nothing to be heard but a ring of silence. No noise, no Xion...no Roxas.
Axel suddenly felt a large pain in his chest. He never meant to hurt him, or lie to him. He never meant to give reasons for him not to trust him either. Axel didn't care what anyone said. Roxas mad
Christmas Wish You gingerly put on the star at the top of the tree, your little boy watching at the base of it. Normally the little one would clap his hands ane cheer but then again, his papa was usually the one to put on the last decoration. With a long sigh you slowly climb down the latter that replaced your husband who would hoist you up to the top.Christmas Wish3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mommy...daddy is the one who hangs up the last thing on the tree....why'd you do it? "
The truth is your husband, Berwald, had left a few months ago to help a man named Mathius and another named Lukas with some financial issues brought on by to much drinking....mainly done by the Danish man in the group but I digress. He had said he'd be home by next month but to your little boy, not coming home for Christmas was the heart breaker. "Your father is busy honey...He will be home soon sweety just...not today...."
With a heavy heart, the litt