When Paths CrossWhen Paths Cross5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sophie - 11
“Ok, so Nine hundred thirty nine divided by six. First you would…um. This is a lot harder I thought it would be.” Sophie moaned as she slammed the unfinished mathematics worksheet onto the kitchen table. She hated math with a passion. It was just so frustrating. Give her history, writing, even geography and she knew exactly what to do. Math however, not so much.
She didn’t understand how her purple clad uncle could keep all those numbers straight. Wait, that‘s it. Maybe he could help her. With that, the small female turtle jumped from the chair with her paper and pencil to find her uncle. “Uncle Don?” She called as she entered the lab. “Are you in here?” Then, she saw it.
Her dad told her Donnie had been working on something big, but this was outstanding. At first glance, it seemed to be an ordinary telephone booth, but Sophie knew better. First of all, it was wrapped with caution tape. The tall green booth, in an
SasuSaku: Reuion Part 7SasuSaku: Reuion Part 71 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sakura closed the door behind her and locked it up. She turned around as she began to walk as she had planned on doing so. She pulled her hoodie closer to her as she felt the wind keep up a little bit. She could never keep her body heat since she was a small frame woman. Sakura looked up at the night sky, a smile spread across her face as she watched the stars and the moon shine so bright.
‘I know a perfect place to clear my mind and watch the night sky.’ She thought to herself.
Sakura closed her eyes and disappeared with the wind. After a second, she reached at the place that will calm her. The cherry blossom walked on the dirty path as her boots tap against the red wood. She walked up the bridge, until she was in the middle. She ran her fingertips gently over the railing of the bridge.
“I don’t know why… this place is so calm to me… I mean all the memoires all four of us made here…
My house my life tfa ficNarrator P.O.V.My house my life tfa fic2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
" It was a house in a residential neighborhood . A two-storey house , 4 bedrooms, 2 baths , meditation room , living room , kitchen , laundry area , a beautiful garden and a large backyard . In this house lived a couple with their three children . The father was a descendant of Chinese with long hair to his waist , dark brown and smooth. He was pale , had a great chin, hazel eyes , hoarse voice. He was a reflective and quiet guy. Teachs ninja art classes . Ryou Wang was his name , but he was known for Prowl . He had a very overactive wife named Sari. She was a brunette , with auburn hair , red eyes . She was assistant of his father, dr.Isaac Sumdac, a scientist specialized in robotics.
They had 3 daughters . Mariana was the oldest . She was a brunette , had a black , long, straight hair like grandfather and hazel eyes . She was a quiet and sensitive to bad reviews about her family . She was 17. The middle daughter was Nur . She
Cursed Flesh“The blood moon rises tonight,” says Papa.Cursed Flesh2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
We do not speak. We have been waiting for this night. Mama sits down nest to him, arranging her skirt with gentle, old-fashioned care.
“Will he be out?” asks Stephan.
“We shall see,” answers Papa.
Stephan slouches against the back of his chair as Liram and Juniper saunter in. They do not understand what the blood moon means to us. For them, it is a night of feasting and joy. We remember all too well what they were not here for. We remember Michelle, Tamara, and Kaspar's deaths. We remember hearing their screams without being able to help them. We remember him. His name is not to be spoken. Stephan has made his last requests of us. He will be the one to end the murder. Liram and Juniper do not understand the danger that we are in.
“Who's ready to party?” asks Juniper, as joyful as she was in life.
Her dress shimmers in the candlelight from the arrangement on the table. We have electr
OUR story..Sometimes in life we go through certain problems that can mark our lives for ever.....OUR story..1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
A memory that wont be forgotten...
When I was 12, i was surfing the internet looking for a website to meet new people and make friends that would not judge me for my ways.
So I bump into this website where you could write music and talk to other members even join clubs and create fun lyrics or instrumental music.
When I started submitting my work there, many people liked it and thought that the lyrics were deep and had a lot of emotions and small secrets of who I was. I later on joined this group called H.E.M.F.L (Hidden Emo Musicians For Life). There I met this guy who's work was very similar to mine, his name was Ross. Him and i became the Best of Friends. One late night him and I started talking and composing a musical piece together. One that described our life, how we felt, our friendship, and that would make us friends for l
L'operation Yellow Putsch part 2Chapitre 4: Yellow Putsch 2.0L'operation Yellow Putsch part 218 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Le samedi matin qui suivit, c'est comme d'habitude avec ma couche mouillée que je quittais ma chambre. La stratégie d'Abbygail m'avait imposé de remettre l'émetteur en place comme si de rien n'était, du coup ma situation était restée inchangée depuis ce fameux soir, j'étais toujours un pisse au lit involontaire. Et sur le plan de la vie sociale, puisque nous étions visiblement surveillés, nous fîmes en sorte de ne plus jamais nous embrasser en public, gardant nos moments plus intimes que dans les lieux où personne ne pourrait nous voir.
Mais ce samedi matin allait marquer un tournant majeur, un tournant que mon père n’oublierait pas de sitôt. Depuis le jour de mon seizième anniversaire, le samedi matin était exclusivement réservé aux exercices de tir, et chaque semaine mon père me faisait découvrir une nouve
The Making of Alice (TPP Bill/Alice relation)Hoenn Champion Camila A. Slash. AKA, A. I knew that I wanted you when I saw your smile, after you became champion, but you’re in a completely different region. I couldn’t afford to visit you.The Making of Alice (TPP Bill/Alice relation)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
To seduce you.
I tried to make the time and money, but I know that I wouldn’t be able to touch the champion.
And then something happened…
This intimidating man came up to me with this idea to “clone the rarest Pokemon, to make the strongest Pokemon of them all.”
He wanted a breathing weapon.
I quickly refused, and he gave me this “offer I can’t refuse” shtick. He offered me money, and then he said that he would force me if he had to, and then kill me when the goal has been done.
I was basically facing death.
"So? Will you accept my offer, or will I have to take you by force."
I didn’t really have a choice.
"Well, I…" It hit me then. This man wanted to clone something he can’t have the original of for his own selfish r
Tomorrow will be differentThe waving leaves of the many scattered oak trees greeted him for the 2773rd time since his retirement. Clouds dimmed the light of the late summer’s sun. When he had rightfully earned his freedom after the daily grind that had been his job for more than 40 years, there hadn’t been a single day where he didn’t visit the small park two blocks away from his once cosy family home. He would get up in the morning around 8 to slip on the heavy blue bathrobe that had two small holes in its left sleeve where burning cigarette butts had accidentally met with the fabric, and he would bury his feet in his favourite beige slippers where his toes stuck out – this was not intentionally designed that way, but time could sculpt the most surprisingly comfortable designs. Downstairs, he would kiss his grey-haired wife on the cheek while she cooked them breakfast: bacon and eggs on toast that had been in the toaster for just half a minute too long. He would complain about the burntTomorrow will be different2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tidying Up-Bleach Fanfic"Rukia!"Tidying Up-Bleach Fanfic10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Rukia!, Listen to me!"
I watched as my brother and adopted sister fought. They always did. This one was about Rukia's bedroom, it a mess and that's the truth. It isn't really bad like something exploded in there. But it isn't clean to Shiro's standered.
"Just clean your room, Rukia" I sighed when i had enough of Shiro shouting her name.
"But Ichi!~" Rukia used her childish voice, but she knows that i gets her no where. "...Fine" Rukia shuffled of to her bedroom.
"Ichi! Why does she listen to you and not me!" Shiro shouted at me annoyed that i had managed to get Rukia to do something.
"'Cause i asked politely" I replied smugly.
"... Shut up" Shiro huffed and flopped onto he couch.
A few minutes later Rukia came back listening too music from her phone.
"Did you tidy up your room?" I asked.
"Yeah, you can go check" she said as she sat down next to me.
Shiro shot up and rushed of to her bedroom. He came back a few minutes later with a pleased grin on his fac
L'operation Yellow Putsch part 1L'opération Yellow PutschL'operation Yellow Putsch part 118 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapitre 1: Secret défense
L'agent spécial Franck Toddler était assis derrière son bureau, avec pour seule lumière celle qui provenait de la lampe placée au coin de la table. Il était tard et Franck Toddler était soucieux mais cela n'avait rien à voir avec la fonction de sous directeur qu'il occupait au sein de l'antenne FBI du Minnesota. Ce jour même il avait eu confirmation de ce qu'il soupçonnait depuis déjà un certain temps: Jeff, son fils de dix huit ans, venait d'engager une relation amoureuse avec l'une de ses camarades d'université, une dénommée Abbygail Beckett, étudiante en première année de médecine. Tout cela le contrariait au plus haut point, il était hors de question que son fils néglige ses études pour une histoire sentimentale. C'était la raison pour laquelle il avait donn&
Young Girl "I will soon forget the color of your eyes, and you will soon forget mine."Young Girl1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Said the young girl, holding her father's gun to her temple, heart racing and hands sweating. She heard her mother trying to break open the metal door into the trailer they lived. The young girl stood there, thinking, should she do this? Should she commit the one thing she promised never to do after the first attempt? Then she thought of her life, living in a small trailer, never getting to see her mother except later at night, that is, if she was awake or if her mother came home. Her brother who insulted her endlessly just because she wasn't that normal girl. She liked to read, not shop. She was chubby, not anorexic like the other girls within her neighborhood and school. She was smart and knew the truth, not oblivious and dimwitted such as her family. She knew how deep and dark the world was. She saw the anger and sadness in every person she ever laid eyes on, and didn't just wear a mask of
The Last Story- Character biographies-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The Last Story- Character biographies2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dagran is the leader of the mercenaries, he is a sword wielder and a great leader. he is a very driven person and he is a very capable one. He encourages his allies and he gives them advice and orders on how to deal with enemies. These traits have earned the complete trust, and respect from his team mates. Dagran first recruited Zael when they were both very young, and ever since then Dagran has been like big brother to Zael. They have a special bond they share and he always carries a sword he NEVER uses (As shown below) this sword is very special to him and Zael, they bought it when they first met and it's what keeps them close, he always keeps it in top shape even though he never uses the sword. Zael and Dagran have a lot in common about what happened to them, both of there villages burnt to the ground b
LKNB EpilogueLorrieLKNB Epilogue3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
About a week after that, Resha and I were released together. All of my injuries had healed completely, although I would still have some soreness for a few more weeks. I was just glad to be out of that damn hospital room. Being confined to a single space? Yeah…not my forte.
Resha’s condition had been checked out as well, though she hadn’t sustained any serious injuries. The only new thing was that I had to teach her about how to control some of her more basic vampire functions. Tristan had the same injuries as me, but since the Witch in him automatically regenerated, he’d completely healed within a few days; his job of course, being to notify the school that we would be out for the rest of the year due to serious injuries.
Everything had sort of went back to normal, but we still had one thing to take care of. A few days after we were released I had convinced Resha to finally open Tyler’s letter. She hadn’t wanted to, but I told h