AlwaysHe wanted to let go. He wanted it so much, every time he heard that a ship was coming into the docks, every time his lungs pressed up against his ribs and he drowned in his own heartbeat.Always2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Always, always he rushed down to the docks, hoping that this time the ship that was coming in would bear his son. And always, always, it was empty, filled only with bland, neutral unknown faces that he hated with such vitriol that he would quite happily consign them to the bottom of the ocean if he could. They weren't his son, these faces, and their pity meant nothing to him.
Always, always he felt as though the wight of the world had landed squarely on his shoulders, driving him out into the cold depths of space. He felt the freezing bubble that built slowly in his chest until it ripped it's way out past his an incomprehensible scream. He did not know why he was screaming, or who he was screaming at. He felt that all it accomplished was to tear his vocal chords to shreds. Always, always, he would cry
An Anecdote From the Attic The stack of dusty, aging postcards was just barely held in a bundle by several moldering pieces of fraying string tied around them, quartering the image on the top postcard in the stack. The bleached out color print of a Cape Cod lighthouse was easy enough to identify thanks to the caption, Highland Light ~ Truro, Massachusetts, across the bottom in simple, bold black script. What had once been Atlantic Ocean blue in the lower background was now faded close to white, almost matching the faint clouds above.An Anecdote From the Attic12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The old string didn't hold. Dozens of postcards spilled into sixteen-year-old Eric Kent's lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor in the attic of his family's home. He carefully gathered them up and set all but one aside, the one with the lighthouse on it. Eric liked lighthouses. He'd never been near to one, and he wondered why his parents had never taken him to see any of America's thousands of miles of coastline. The back of
Robbie and the Loudy LadySometimes in life, moving to a new town and a new school can be hard. But with the help of some new friends, you can ease yourself into your new surroundings.Robbie and the Loudy Lady3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Robbie Grawson was in the backseat of his parent’s car, as he looked outside at the scenery. He was in some deep thought.
“I am so glad this summer is over…” Robbie said to himself, as he looked at a plush toy with a forlorn look on his face. “Lucy…”
He then did some more thinking, as he had a bit of a flashback…
It was Kindergarten, and for the newcomer Robbie, he was nervous.
“I know mommy said I would make friends, but…” Robbie said to himself looking at a cookie. “What are friends?”
He was about to eat one the cookie, until…
“YOINK!” A hand snatched it away from him. “Got your cookie, newb! HAHAHAHA!!”
A taller boy was looking cruelly at Robbie, who was on the verge of tears.
Enter the Fluffy ThingIt had been raining for a week straight at this point. It was dark and cold no matter the time of day, and Chronos was just about done with being cold and wet as he went through work. They’d been on very active patrol lately, which meant that he and Seno were out in the rain just about daily. He’d been working a few extra hours a day to build up some more vacation time for when it got sunny again. He felt like they were over do for one.Enter the Fluffy Thing1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
He got home a little early that day. A sudden downpour had made it too dangerous to their health to stay out. Ryan was giving Dee a lift home so he showered and changed real quick before the other got home. He smiled as he came through the door and moved over to kiss him lightly.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hey,” Dee smiled. “I didn’t think you’d be back till dinner again.” He hung his jacket and scarf up and left his umbrella and boots by the door to dry.
“Weather got too bad,” he shrugged
A While Away I looked up from the letter that had arrived in the mail and blinked back tears. My son had not made it. They didn’t have enough oxygen and the crew thought it would be better to die quick instead of slow. They had exploded that ship. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. Images flew behind my eyelids until it settled on my Grandfather.A While Away1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was sent to Mars because German scientists thought they found a type of bacteria that could cure cancer. He had only told me the story once, but I never forgot.
The Britain made the ship and we crazy Americans flew it. Grandfather was the pilot and the one to get the samples. He had an engineer with him too, but on the day before the flight, his partner caught swine flu and couldn’t go. Grandfather had shook his head told me he'd said he was going whether they wanted him to or not.
His brother, only ten, had heart cancer and had an estimated week left…enough time for Grandf
Lone wolf (niall horan/1D wolf hybrid) chapter 3Lone wolf (niall horan/1D wolf hybrid) chapter 32 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
We must have been in the woods for a while because I smelled someone coming but it smells like there are two of them
"Niall turn human, I smell people coming" I said to a wolf Niall
He turned human just when the people got close
Then my ears picked up two females voices and I know who they are
I got up leaving a confused Niall on the ground
I patted my leg so Niall can come
Niall got up and came by me
He grabbed my hand and I gave it a small squeeze to tell him it's okay
I push back the branch to see two of my best wolf/hybrid friends standing there
"Ivy! Indra!" I screamed
"Jinxx!!!" They screamed back while running towards me
I hugged them until Ivy noticed Niall
"And who might you be sugar" asked Ivy
"Niall" he said
"Well sweetie, am Ivy and this here is Indra" Ivy said while pointing to Indra
"Hello sweetie" said Indra
"Hello" Niall said shyly
"Aww he's shy" said Ivy
"Niall hun, no need to be shy around us" said Indra
"Okay" Niall said
"I see you are one of us" said Ivy
"Yes" he sa
Trans~I don't understand my body. I am a boy... I KNOW I am... but... I'm a girl. Why am I like this.Trans~2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I tell people I'm a boy, they say otherwise. They call me a dyke. A faggot. Who am I? WHAT am I? I don't even know myself anymore.
My parents still call me their "Baby GIRL". I try to correct them but they just brush it off their shoulders like dust. "It's just a phase..." my father would explain. " YOU ARE A GIRL ACCEPT THAT!!" My mother would shout.
Why are people so mean to someone they don't even know or understand?
Floating MarieFloating MarieFloating Marie2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The stone was wet under her feet from the storm just passed. The wind of it still blew her hair aside, and rolled the meadow in waves. The grass was grey, to match the sky, and moved in pitching chaos, an ordered mass in disordered motion. From the very edge of the top step she could see for seemingly miles, and her eyes moved with the grass. Sometimes, when it was a little quieter, she longed to step down into the field and sway with the grass, letting its motion carry her. But she never ventured from the step, its solidity holding to her, not letting her lose herself in the boundless meadow.
Inside, the old house was also shedding the stresses of the storm, like a horse heaving after a swift ride. Its beams and members creaked with the wind, and somewhere a window had come open, and slapped in the gusts like a flailing flag. Her father was no doubt off to steady it, and inspect for any other ails. She moved through to the kitchen, finding her mother in command of a bro