Her Mother's BirthdayIt was a cold saturday night, and 10 year old Natalee was sitting by the table in the dark kitchen looking at the cupcake she recently baked that had a lit candle on top of it. Her brown eyes looked at the empty chair in front of her and began to speak to it.Her Mother's Birthday3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I… made you this cupcake." the little girl said with a weak smile. "I didn't have the time to make you a cake, but… hey. At least you might like it."
Her eyes looked back at the cupcake before back at the chair. "You've always said you loved my baking, so…. I'm confident that you'd love it. It's your favorite: chocolate with raspberry frosting."
While she was speaking, her big brother and father were looking through the door, the look of pity and sorrow in their eyes as Natalee spoke to the empty chair.
"You would've loved it… I know you would." the little girl nodded her head before pulling the cupcake towards herself, her eyes beginning to water. "But… now that you're gone, you'll never be able to
Tales of Machina - Never aloneAndy stood outside his sister’s door, hearing her crying her heart out inside.Tales of Machina - Never alone2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had to say goodbye to Dusty as he went off to become the town’s second firefighter. She knew it was to help them all, but she still had tried to put on a brave face. And when he had flown away she had ran trying to spot him until she had fell.
And now she was in her room crying. She had been in there for almost two hours now. He hated seeing Olivia so upset like this, it killed him inside. She was his little sister, he loved her so much that he would die for her.
Andy sighed a bit knocking.
“Go ‘way!” Olivia called back sniffling, hiccuping a little.
“Livvie...C’mon let’s talk…” He pleaded quietly.
Alright...If she won’t do it the logical way...I’ll have to just play her cards…. He knocked again.
“I SAID GO AWAY-”
“You don’t have to put on a brave face in front of me Livvi
Haunted MemoriesI cleared my throat and leaned down towards the microphone. "Good evening, fellow students. Thank you for being here." There was a low rumble of unwanted laughter. "I want to congratulate you all on surviving yet another year of high school."Haunted Memories2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were a few cheers and whoops from the crowd. My eyes scanned the rows of chairs until I found who I was looking for. In the very last row, the very last seat, there was a boy. A small smiled crossed his face and I looked at my feet.
"It's been a rough year for many students and teachers. But through everything, we've stood strong together. Two months, three weeks, and six days have passed since the death of Lindsay Miller." I paused and tried to control my shaking voice. "Two months, three weeks, and six days since any of us have seen her cheerful, loving face. Two months, three weeks, and six days since I hugged my sister. I don't think there's any way we can forget her, and I can speak for everyone when I say she lives on in our memo
Planes FAR: Welcome homeScritch, scritch.Planes FAR: Welcome home6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another X jotted down on a Wings Around the Globe calendar.
The young boy armed with the pencil grinned before running out of his room. “Momma!” He called. “Momma?”
“In the kitchen my light!” Came his mother’s voice as he grinned. He rushed in practically taking off.
He sniffed the air and sighed a little. It smelled like homemade cookies. “Mm...That smells awesome.” Jett Crophopper grinned as he went over to his mother hugging her. “You’ll share right?”
Ishani laughed. “Only if you promise not to take one before they're done cooling. You burnt your tongue last time.”
“Dad ate one and he didn’t flinch!”
“Because he waited.”
Jett pouted before he smiled again remembering what he had ran into the kitchen for. “Guess what today is?” He asked hopping up and down a little.
“Hmm….Is it...Labor day?” She asked though she alrea
Panic Attack - OC Story: CharoiletScreaming, that's all he could hear along with yells from the doctor as he held her hand tightly. Charoilet was in a lot of pain, and the Captain was scared for her.Panic Attack - OC Story: Charoilet2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
How did it come to this?
Let's rewind to this morning.
It was quiet normal, the Captain woke up early that morning to get some tea for himself before everyone else got up. Tea wasn't something he really was a fan of, but the coffee that Niremaan got from two weeks before ran out the other night. So he was left without coffee for the morning.
After making the tea, he glanced over to the room that he and Charoilet were allowed to use while they stayed in Kouki's house.
'Yep,' He thought, taking a sip of his tea, 'Still sleeping.'
He was, of course, referring to Charoilet, who was smiling while she slept. Her stomach had gotten so big in the last nine months, and she was due to give birth next week. One more week until they become parents, until he becomes a father. This made him both excited and slightly terrified.
Las aventuras de los mellizos creep-cap15Capítulo 15: visitas inesperadasLas aventuras de los mellizos creep-cap154 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Selena y John: no debiste decir eso *Selena le da un puñetazo en la cara, y John le da una patada*, váyanse a la mi*rda estúpidos *se retiran hacia su habitación*
Héctor: *levanta a Thomas* ¿estás bien?
Thomas: creo que no…..
Héctor. ¡Que gusto! *le da un puñetazo y se va a buscar a los mellizos*
Thomas: ¡¿pero qué rayos?! *se da cuenta que los demás se van*, ¿A dónde van?
Azucena: vamos a ver cómo están Selena y John……
Jimmy: no debiste ser grosero hermano…. *se van excepto Thomas*
No entendía porque todos apoyaban a los mellizos, pero……tampoco entendía eso de que resultaba ser descendiente de un mitad ángel mitad demonio, siempre creí que era…..”Normal”, “¿debería disculparme?”, pensé, ese pensamiento daba vueltas en mi cabeza, hasta que de repente
Beach House visit: One shot drabbleKenta walked across the sand, holding her duffle bag over her shoulder. She tossed a lock of her long fluffy blonde hair over her shoulder, "Hurry up!" She scolded her husband and son, while her daughter kept pace, arms crossed, her bangs falling over her eyes in a rebellious way. Owatashi glanced at his dead. "This is gonna be a long trip." He muttered.Beach House visit: One shot drabble5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tobikuma grinned blissfully. "The longer the better!" He said cheerily, his orange T-shirt blowing a bit in the cooling breeze. "This family needs a vacation~" He added, looking down at his son. "Now, you heard your mother, let's pick up the pace a bit!" He hoisted the bags he was carrying and skipped after his two favorite women.
Kenta slid open the door to the house and looked around. "Hm..." She frowned deeply, Young doing the same. Owatashi hurried after them, rolling his eyes heavenward and smiling. Kenta dropped her purse on the ground and went into the kitchen, immediately making herself at home there.
Tobikuma dropped everythin
I'm Home.How does one describe having a parent? A lot of you may say it's a pain because they're bossy, or it's amazing because they care so much. However, what is the purpose of a parent? To produce and raise children? To "love them and cherish them"? Let me tell you, not all parents are the same.I'm Home.2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I spent my first years of life in an orphanage until I was ten, and there were a collection of diverse kids, nice and mean, tall and short, skinny and fat, you name it. It was very much like living at a school, except you weren't just with people of your generation, you were with everyone and anyone, of every age, gender, ethnicity, and religion. The kids there wouldn't always get along, of course. There were lots of arguments and disagreements, and I was involved and more than a hand full of them. Our authorities, middle-aged women with scary faces and strict rules, would send anyone who did something "inadequate" to the penalty room.
Apparently I was seen as the "most dysfunctional child of them al
The Future LieA girl sat in the corner of her room with the lights off, crying. Her knees pulled to her chest, her head resting on her knees. She felt hurt. She felt betrayed. The girl looked up from her spot in the room, still sobbing. Her sobs became heavier at what she saw. On the other side of the room; sitting with her writing board and stacks of colored pencil cases, lay a grocery bag. But it wasn’t filled with apples or milk jugs. It was filled with paper. Shredded and ripped paper, to be exact. Her iPod lay next to the bag, the light of the screen fading. The last image she saw on it was a fight scene between wolves. That was when her parents came in, horrified to see what she had made and collected. Colored-in manga pages, full colored drawing of characters, fanfictions, simple sketches… All of them torn up by her parents. After the yelling had stopped and the two adults had left the room, the girl had painstakingly picked up each ripped piece and put it in a grocery bag, lookinThe Future Lie2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Bond Tethered in Fire and Ice Emily lay in her bed, it was still dark outside and a cold breeze drafted in from her open window. She had tried everything, but sleep would not come and she sighed as her alarm started buzzing. For just once, she wished her mother would get up and be a mother.A Bond Tethered in Fire and Ice5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
She slipped out of bed and padded along the empty hallway to Jane’s room, which was a mess of colours and teddy bears. It brought a smile to her face; it was the only part of the house that she loved, that held life.
“Time to wake up, Jellybean. Get dressed for school and make sure you have everything for your sleepover tonight.”
“I’m awake, I promise.” she mumbled, head plopping back onto her pillow.
Emily ruffled her hair before leaving, heading towards the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. She organized everything for the day, leaving her mother’s coffee for last. She trudged upstairs a
Burgundy EyesHer eyes are burgundy and round. Sometimes you can see your reflection in them, and other times you can see the things that she keeps pushing down. I watch her bite her lip as she draws her heart onto her paper. It brings me to a final thought: I never forgot her burgundy eyes shimmering beneath the sunlight rays.Burgundy Eyes1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm seven when she teaches me how to ride a bike and when I don't fall. I smile wide until my face splits. She wraps a delicate arm around my neck: "You did good." It only mattered because it was from her. We walk home together, this pink bike at my side (no training wheels!). The sun was bright and I watched how long our shadows stretch and we toss ourselves into a fit of giggles, because for a moment, we rule the world.
About a year later, she's sitting on the couch with scraped knees, scraped palms, and trickles of blood rolling down the side of her face next to her road rash. I'm shivering, shaking, weeping. I witnessed a van collide into her when she was on her way to sc
Variation 2 - 4. DarkSam’s eyes snapped open to a dark motel room. Of course, the beach, Jessica, it was all just a dream. The brunet gulped as he looked around. The usual scene, himself in one bed with Dean in the bed beside him, Castiel keeping watch in a corner. It had been how long now? But still, the dreams wouldn’t leave him alone. Throwing his legs to the floor, Sam got up and stretched, making his way through the darkness to his laptop. He seemed to be trying to erase any memory of his dream as he pulled up a new browser and went in search of any information on his and Dean’s current case.Variation 2 - 4. Dark3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mother of MineMother of Mine2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Laying in bed thinking about my life and how I don't live with my mom anymore made me thing about her. My mother so called "The mad alcoholic" or so my step-dad calls her, never was such a mean lady...she always gave me hugs and kisses when ever she can.
"She puts up a facade" "I saw her at a bike gang with some man"
"I feel really bad you have to deal with this at a young age"
"Has she ever beaten you? "Are you use to her drunk?"
It seem as in now I'm my teens, I discoverer that my mother has cheated on every men she's been with and gave rude judgment on the women in her life.
But..she still had shown me love that gave me a bitter taste of how to
A Simple Door-To-Door SalesmanThe door-to-door salesman hated door-to-door salesmen, always coming at dinnertime, interrupting your meal, and they were always so pushy. As he walked down the sidewalks, fresh with rain that reflected the street lights harsh orange glow, he rubbed his arms. It was a cold night in New York, and he wasn't happy about having to work on Christmas. As much as he tried to respect the people whose doors he knocked on, just as disgruntled about the proceedings as them, he'd have to be pushy tonight, he wanted to get home to his wife as soon as possible. "Shit!" he murmured under his breath as he was splashed with freezing water from a puddle whose depth he had misjudged. Earlier in the day he had been disappointed it had not snowed for the brief respite that was Christmas morning for him, now he was thankful. His other job at the dry cleaners had let him off for the day, which was nice, but he wished that he had made his sales quota for this job earlier in the month so that he didn't have toA Simple Door-To-Door Salesman3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
ForgottenBlack coffee, sanitized floors and the ever pungent odor of urine stuck to the air like thick honey between two buttered biscuits; it wasn’t as pleasant as all that. You were used to the stale air by now, though. Most of the time all you could smell was the plastic tubes that were stuck in your nose; they said it would help you breathe. You didn’t believe them, but you left the tubes alone most of the time.Forgotten1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
He said he would come to visit you more often if you were good.
Countless times you would lose track of how long it had been since you saw his face. The picture of him that you kept by your bedside had been knocked over so often that he told you it was best to leave it in your drawer.
You soon forgot about it like so many other things.
It was scary for you sometimes. You would cry out in your sleep, unsure of where you were and terrified that you had lost him. Some time would pass and you would soon remember that you hadn’t lost him. He said he would be back the ne
Let's welcome the newest addition This story includes Rökkurró - Frozen - Tear Drop - Ljósvaki - Disneyland Acid Trip - Eldhjarta and Merida or my entire faime herd at the moment More stories will come for sure of the gang.Let's welcome the newest addition 1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
On an island in the north of Atlatnic ocean rested a farm called Skjólbrekka. It was just one of many farms of that country. The land itself was full of mountains, glaciers, valleys, fields, forests and other breathtaking landscape that you could find. Water fell from the cliffs and made strong and beautiful waterfalls. It was truly a magical place. You kind of did not believe it until you saw it with your own eyes. In Skjólbrekka lived a very normal family. Grandpa, mom and dad with their 3 children. Of course the oldest daughter was not a child anymore. But she still lived at home since this was a family farm and everyone helped each other to make it work. All good farms needed a good dog. The do
Shadow of Anxiety Part 1It was three years ago when we had met.Shadow of Anxiety Part 11 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a cold, early November. My mother, who had survived my father, had once again fought with my grandmother. Telling her that we wouldn’t be attending Thanksgiving dinner, again.
This fact crushed me.
Thanksgiving had been my favorite of the holidays, for many years. Halloweeen I found myself too terrified or too lonely to go out on my own. After that, Christmas was just a mess every year. Thanksgiving I would get my grandmother and I plates filled with food, so heavy I’d have to tip-toe to not drop them. We’d sneak away into Grandad’s den and watch taped soaps she’d had for years. We’d eat and she’d tell me I’d fall in love someday. Find someone just perfect. Mom would find us and tell me we had to go, due to one of her siblings or her father patronizing her for something. I would give my grandmother a sad smile and then hug her, taking up my half eaten plate and follow my mother to the car.
Kikyo and Sango clayworthName:Kikyo ClayworthKikyo and Sango clayworth1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Race:half human half vampire
Age:16 years old
Look-A-Like Body: Yakumo from shinzo
Likes:her old childhood friend moordryd paynn and his psi-class dragon
Dislikes:kill humans and kidnapping her old friend moordryd paynn
Story:Kikyo Clayworth is the oldest daughter of the vampire man and the human woman when she was 5 years old she met moordryd paynn in the hospital when he had a fever.
Family: Kat clayworth:younger sister Sango Clayworth:youngest sister
Race:half human half vampire
Age:11 years old
Look-A-Like Body: Kanami from s-cry-ed
Likes:cats dogs and psi-class dragons
Dislikes:spiders snakes and thunder
Story:Sango is the youngest daughter of the vampire and the human woman she loves kittens puppies dogs cats and psi-class dragons
Family: Kikyo Clayworth: older sister Kat Clayworth:younger sister