Felix's Moving ProblemHi, my name is Felix Stag. I'm 14 years old wearing very casual clothing. I've recently found a lot of strange things in our house as we pack up belongings to move to our "delightful" new caravan.Felix's Moving Problem15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A silver locket hangs round my neck - my name and it's meaning as the inscription. Oh, there goes my sister, Kaylee, I see she still has that auburn hair dye that Dad tries to use when he's drunk. Why does she keep it? He's just gonna steal it again and again.
My brother, Robert, is weeping, as Mum has traded his laptop for a new (I mean, dead) plant - why? She has loads for now! Oh, no not anymore since we're moving I guess. Well, at least these cheap fortune cards didn't lie - Life is Hell.
And here's Dad's old business card! He used to be a lawyer? How can I, Felix Matthew Stag, be the middle-born son of a former lawyer, who has now gone and spent our life savings on a caravan we don't even need!
Note To Self: Drunken fathers and life savings - keep apart and aw
Computerized Love "..."Computerized Love15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello?" A feminine monotone voice could be heard.
"Could you please let me out? Just touch the box on your Wii U Gamepad."
I tapped the box, and shortly a sign--no, a floating robot stood in my path. The familiar voice told me "Welcome to Nintendo Land!"
"I am Monita, your park guide." T'was a name I knew ever since I bought my console. Some call her annoying or repetitive, but all she needed was her mono-arm for me to catch on that I was going to love her forever. It wasn't the first time I've watched this pre-coded cutscene via that special button in the plaza, but it was certainly never going to be the last.
Some of my friends call me crazy or a freak, but I enjoy every moment I get with her on my Wii U. They'd be right to call me a freak though, as I talked to her night and day, every waking moment. And hearing her sweet monotone voice as though it was synthesize
ThunderstormThunderstormThunderstorm15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was raining heavily outside. The prince and his family had decided that the three of them would all huddle up together because it was kind of cold. Clear had their child on his lap, and the little boy was just starting to fall asleep. The storm had started during dinner and was slowly getting worse. Clear was starting to fall asleep as well. Which made sense since it was late. They had put on a movie for their child to keep him entertained and it had just ended. The movie had been longer than the two of them thought.
The prince took the child from Clear so that he could lie down. Once he did, he gave the boy back to his partner. He looked out the window just in time to see a bolt of lightning strike. The planet was famous for its awful storms. The lightning and thunder was some of the worst in their solar system. But buildings and things were safe due to redesigning after so many years of the storms. And watching the storms was nice. Relaxing even, if you ignored
UntitledChapter 1Untitled13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long ago there was a young femme named Elita One lived with her sister Arcee and two best friends Optimas and Sentinal.
They lived together in a HUGE house with a dojo for the mech's, a race track for Arcee and a lab for herself. Elita
was your everyday Autobot and she loved to study organics, however that passion soon chaged her life in a few unexpected ways...
(Some planet far away from Cybertron)
"Why are we here again?"Sential
whined."I wanna take some of this organic stuff back to the lab for study."Elita replied as she picked at some of the
sticky substance under a rock, Sentinal never understood why Elita liked organics so much they were nothing but verman to
him."I think we should head back to the ship."Optimas said looking around, he didn't mind organics but they sometimes make
him jump, before anyone could answer him something moved pass them at lighting speed."What was that!"Sentinal
screamed in fright back Elita just glared at him telling him to be quiet."Fine let
ChocolateLos rayos del sol, me acarician levemente la cara, noto su calor, siento como penetra por mis poros e invade todo mi cuerpo sin pedir permiso. Me relajo.Chocolate17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hoy, hace muchísimo frío, no parece que estemos rozando mayo. Voy abrigada de pies a cabeza, llevo hasta el gorro y los guantes de lana que me regaló papá, pero no es suficiente. No evito tiritar cada vez que sopla el viento, noto como se me agrieta la cara a cada segundo que pasa.
Diviso un pequeño puesto ambulante a lo lejos, pero lo bastante cerca como para poder leer su cartel "Chocolate caliente y churros". Me acaban de alegrar la mañana.
Me encamino hacia allí con paso ligero, necesito tomar algo caliente mientras espero y qué mejor que un chocolate.
Aún recuerdo cuando papá me llevaba a la pequeña cafeteria que teníamos justo debajo de casa. Ibamos todos los domingos para artarnos de chocolate con churros, nos poníamos las botas. Era nuestro ritual, uno de los poc