The Note TGThe Note TG11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hiro watched the bustling streets as cars passed and pedestrians walked. He loved the city, he loved the atmosphere, the new places to explore, and the way of life. Because of these reason he decided to live in a metropolis: Tokyo, Japan. He got up stretching from the hard bus bench he was sitting on and said, "Where to next." Hiro was 20 just graduated from college, he wore geeky glasses, messy blonde hair sat upon his scalp, he wasn't muscular nor athletic, he was school-smart which didn't make him good with girls. Yet he retained a positive attitude despite how bad his social life was. He did though work for Apple because of his Master Degree in Electronics at MIT which allowed him to travel to Japan for his job.
He sighed as he walked to his favorite restaurant; Ukaitei. On his way there a sudden gust of wind blew a certain piece of paper into Hiro's face.
"What the hell!" He exclaimed snatching the paper off his face. "What's this?" He wonde
Pokeboys x Reader - Savior StartPokeboys x Reader - Savior Start21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up and got ready like any other day. I took a shower and made my breakfast in my small kitchen, then going off to my living room. The apartment I lived in was small. It had a living room with a kitchen in it and then a bedroom with a bathroom to the side of that.
The living room had a couch, two chairs with a TV and book case. The TV only had cable and the books were all about different Pokémon and places in the world. Then there was the kitchen that had a fridge, sink, and stove with a few cup boards and some right across from where the rest were making a kitchen corner. To the side before going back to the bedroom was the table I usually ate supper at. My bedroom had a desk filled with my drawings of the outside world and different Pokémon. The bathroom wasn’t anything grand. It was just a toilet, shower, and sink. Like I said nothing important.
I always wondered about the outside world. The thing about this apartment was that there were no windows and I wasn
Just Desserts#100408Just Desserts14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Meal: Six (6) Maine red lobster tails
One (1) bowl of black caviar
One (1) glass of Chardonnay
One (1) scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, topped with dark chocolate ganache and a Maraschino cherry.
Comments: Garbage. I always knew rich people were full of shit.
Meal: One (1) pepperoni pizza from Little Caesar’s.
One (1) waffle cone, chocolate
Meal: One (1) bottle of Clear American, Fuji Apple flavor
Two (2) Payday candy bars.
Meal: Two (2) fried chicken legs
One (1) bowl of mashed potatoes, brown gravy
One (1) bowl of creamed corn
One (1) glass of milk
One (1) slice of peach pie
Comments: Just like Mom used to make.
Meal: One (1) bowl of tomato soup
One (1) grilled cheese
One (1) serving of spaghetti squash
One (1) Jello vanilla pudding
Meal: One (1) bowl of spaghetti
Two (2) Olive Garden breadsticks
One (1) bag of buttered popcorn, dusted with
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 14Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 145 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Act 2 : The Galaxy's Most Wanted
Chapter: 14 A Kingdom of Separation
Space, Outer Territories
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDENHEART.
I was on my way to Dagobah when I overheard the radio...Bleh...it was Desiree DazzleDaze.
"Breaking news, galaxy! The Phantom, death, the destroyer of worlds, has been apprehended! That's right, Madrisian authorities have captured the Phantom and unmasked him. But who was the man behind the mask? None other than the galaxy's so-called savior and Galactic Guardian, Michael GoldenHeart!"
My heart nearly exploded at the host's words. "What?!", I shrieked to myself. I immediately set course for Madrisia and powered the thrusters. "Michael, dear. What did you get yourself into this time?"
END DATALOG OF ELSA GOLDENHEART. THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, VICTORIA GOLDENHEART.
The Snooper's ship, the Always
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 6)Chapter Six: CommencementAttack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 6)17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As was the routine for the week, my phone’s alarm went off, waking me up, and a few minutes later it played Marco’s ringtone.
“I can’t believe we have to be up this early on a Saturday,” I grumbled into the phone.
“Aw, it’s not that early,” said Marco over the speaker.
I instinctively raised an eyebrow. “Is there still dew on the ground?”
“Well, yeah, I think so, but—”
“Then it is that early, Marcy.” I slid out of bed, feeling the chilly air from the AC hit my skin when I left the warmth of the covers. “You guys going to Chik-Fil-A this morning? I could use a pick-me-up.”
“Yeah,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “I’ll pick you up in a half hour, okay?”
“Now that we have the opener figured out,” Levi started as he took a sip of his tea, “does anyone have problems with the
Bubble Backfire!"Katie, hurry up we are going to be late." Sam said impatiently. "Okay, coming." She said putting on her shoes and heading out the door with Sam on their way to school. When they were down the road from the house Sam pulled out a small package of bubblegum and handed Katie a piece. She quickly popped the pink bubblegum into her mouth a blew a couple of bubbles popping them with a gentle bite. Sam did the same, *Woosh! POP!* "Aww, why do your bubbles always turn out perfect and mine always pop?" She said with a sad expression. "Mmm?" Katie mumbled and popped the bubble in her mouth. "It just takes practice silly!" She grabbed another piece from the pack and blew a double-bubble right in front of Sam. She looks over at Katie and swiftly reaches her finger and pops both her bubbles leaving her face with popped bubblegum all over it. "Aww Sam." She moaned pulling the sticky strings of gum from her face. "Hehe, you shouldn't show off you know." She smiled at Katie playfully. After a long waBubble Backfire!13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Temple Of Kisu “The temple of Kisu. It is said those brave enough to seek it out will be rewarded handsomely. I am going to find it and unlock its secrets.” a woman with long dark hair said to herself as she landed her tiny 2 seater airplane onto a landing strip in the middle of the jungle.The Temple Of Kisu22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
After landing safely she taxied off the runway and got out of the plane. Standing there was a man with dark skin wearing a khaki colored vest over a white t shirt and khaki colored pants.
“You must be Ishboo.” she said not intending it to be a question.
“That is correct.” the man said in a thick African accent. “Are you the one whom I am to guide?”
“Yes. The name’s Kendra.” she said offering her hand to shake.
Ishboo took her hand and shook it. “Why do you want to come out this way so badly?” he asked.
“Since we’re alone now I can go ahead and tell you. I seek the temple of Kisu.” she proclaimed.
Creepypasta: Last RegretsCreepypasta: Last RegretsCreepypasta: Last Regrets2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“A trial of courage.” Heh. Of all the things you could have been forced to do in order to be accepted as part of the popular crowd.
The phrase itself seems meaningless to you as you advance towards the Heinz family tomb, flashlight trained on the nameplate. Tombs are a common sight in Alpenview, seeing as how the loose earth makes digging graves impractical. A buried casket would shift and eventually be wrenched open by the natural movement of the soil.
You never should have mentioned to your “friends” the rumour you heard that the seal to this tomb had long since been rusted apart, likely as a result of shoddy craftsmanship. Not like anyone would ever notice or complain about the substandard work that went into the construction of this particular tomb.
After all, the whole Heinz family, comprising both parents and all four children, is entombed in there. Their entire household died in a conflagration of a house fire.
As you examine the
TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Bleak, what's your status?" The voice of mission control, aka my best friend Jet, resonates through my ears. It was hard to hear him over the sound of gunfire. Behind my helmet I gritted my teeth, the readouts weren't good.
"I'm out of ammo for all weapons but the 'GoLaser' and that only has enough charge for five shots. Currently surrounded by..." I chanced a look out from behind my cover, I was fired at almost immediately but I managed to get a rough idea of how many there were before ducking back. "...about 10 hostiles and the shield systems are at critical." I winced as the torn material of my suit tickled the fresh wound on my arm. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it out of this." My words might have sounded grim, but I was smiling, this was exhilarating.
"Right, you'll have to chance a finisher, convert remaining shield power to the GoLaser." I could tell he didn't like the plan, but it did seem like the only way
"Roger." Snapping the handle of the gun into a port on the buckle o
Broken hearts don't mend themselves (conclusion) ‘What have I done to myself…?’Broken hearts don't mend themselves (conclusion)20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
‘Do I deserve this…?’
Blinking his eyes open… his body surrounded by mist and the damp musky smell of the dark area filled his nostrils. He stood up, knowing where he was. He growled in fury and yowled at the top of his lungs. “JAYWING!!” his voice echoed off the trees and he received no response. Wandering around the seemingly endless forest for some time, his path lightened up. He felt small and fragile after what he saw before him. He slowly and weakly padded forward, jaw agape and he stepped towards the light. A beautiful red she-cat padded from an area of lush green grasses and into the muddy forest. “R… Redleaf…?” Her expression was undeterminable, but he ran to her and tried to nuzzle her but she didn’t return the affection off the bat. “I-I’m so sorry! I...I’ve failed you didn
PMD-U: CWPN - Restless shadow.Restless shadow.PMD-U: CWPN - Restless shadow.12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Takes place immediately after Errand 9, Kalaghata and Saroja have since returned to the cottage and while the female sleeps, the male is clearly uneasy.
Jezebel was confused.
She was perched on the roof of the house as she normally was on clear, moonless evenings such as this. What was different about this evening was the obvious presence of the male Ralts stalking about at the shore of the lake. Then again, the Lopunny wasn’t sure if he was stalking, or pacing, or perhaps both.
Needless to say, this was the second time he’d been stalking about outside at the late hours, obviously unable to rest inside. Jezebel was… confused by this behavior. Kalaghata had never shown an interest in being outside the house at night, in fact, he rarely wished to be outside even when the sun was setting.
The Lopunny hopped off the roof, landing on the soft grass below deftly -- but she still alerted the Ralts and he sent a snarl in her direction.
The Voice of the VoicelessThe Voice of the VoicelessThe Voice of the Voiceless15 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who can speak on camera.
A person who will put the message out for everyone.
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who is fair.
The person who never uses bias to put there views on the air.
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who doesn't use the follows as a trophy.
The person who cares about the follows and will do anything to make their voices heard.
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who is a leader and not a follower.
A person who will raise the flag and not bring it down.
A leader is not a person who will back-stab the people,
This person will be a loyal leader.
A leader is always fair and balance.
A leader will not kill anyone,
This person will not be Hitler or Stalin.
This person will be Martin Luther King Jr or Mahatma Gandhi.
The leader needs to be good.
The leader needs to be sharp.
The leader needs to be open-minded.
Who will be the leader is anyone's guess,