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 Attic1 week 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
Why So Nice? Lifty and Shifty were out on another heist, as you would expect. They were going to steal snacks and junk food from the residents of Happy Tree Town. They stole Cookies, candy, pastries, frozen foods, chips, soda, fruit punch, chocolate malt/hot chocolate mix, and as a healthier bonus, granola bars. They also stole ingredients to make their own sweets and eats. Luna was recently teaching the twins how to cook and bake, and Lifty wanted to test his basic baking skills.Why So Nice?3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was nearly morning and Shifty loaded the last tub of ice cream into their van, which they kept air conditioned to keep the foods cold, and slammed the doors shut. Unfortunately, Lumpy was a cop on night patrol and Lifty and Shifty were in exactly the wrong place at exactly the wrong time. Without a second thought, Shifty hopped into the van and floored it while Lifty clung to the back of the truck. Suddenly, the van hit a pothole in the road, shaking the van and throwing Lifty off of his grip. He tu
Internal wounds are hard to healA beautiful young lady in her mid 20s has been very very sad. She and her family are about to lose everything they had in their life because they have no money and people complaining fraud stuff about them and their homes. The family doesn't know what to do anymore, no one wants to help them and they feel like EVERYONE hates them. The mid 20s year old girl just wished someone or at least several people help her and her family because she doesn't know who to go to.Internal wounds are hard to heal3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jealousy I stared at my plate, swirling my mashed potatoes with my fork. Nobody noticed my lacking appetite, which angered me even further. I vigorously stirred, desperate for a few precious seconds of attention, even if it was negative. However, my parents continued to ignore me. Well, that wasn't exactly true. My mother shot me a stink-eye every once in a while, and the message was clear: hurry up and eat your food so that we can talk in peace. It was always like that, with her saying 'we' to describe my older sister, father, and herself, as if they were an exclusive group.Jealousy1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“We're so happy to see you here! Miranda, you're glad too, right?”
“You're okay with eating lasagna for dinner, right? We decided it was nice for a change.”
Including 'we,' my mother always used the word 'right.'
Sometimes, I wonder how she would react if I just said, “No.”
Beth laughed loudly beside me,
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Ross sighed as he looked out the window. He had marveled at the sight of blue, green and white on most days, but today he felt out of place.
Alone. His constant companions were occupied, doing their chores and observations.
Today was a hard day to be in Space.
Watching the Earth from his vantage point, he was separated from special people. His wife and son had to carry on without him on the surface.
These were the hard times his fellow astronauts and his support team told him about. The lonely moment when it was not enough to keep your mind focused on being a spaceflight participant.
Normally, his biology duties had him observing the specimens brought in special terrariums. Several species of arachnids, blattaria, and gastropods were to be viewed in a zero gravity environment, and his responsibility was to monitor their progress.
"John." One of his roommates called to him. "we're reaching orbit over Europe. There's a nice view of Italy and the mediterranean if y
A True StoryOkay. So this isn't like the usual Hetalia fanfics or anything. Like most of you probably read in that journal,I am going to be telling a real story. Something that actually happened to me. Don't worry,it's nothing horrendous or anything. It's just something I don't really tell people but I have a sudden urge to tell. Just going to tell you up front. It's weird. It's strange. And it probably seems pretty lame and stupid. But yeah. Sorta long so I'm sorry. ANYWAY let's just get started,shall we?A True Story5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It happened a few years ago. My Dad and I went over to one of our old friends' house like we used to do all the time. The house was a small little apartment in a little complex,and it housed Marcy and Brian. Marcy was really old,not to be rude. But it was true. She was pretty sick as well,if I remember correctly. Brian was her...uh...Husband I think? I still don't understand what their relationship really was. But anyway.
Marcy had told us that she wanted to introduce us to one of
Love?Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.Love?6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: Chronologically set after Chapter 6: Number One. I know I said I would try to stay in order but that sorta didn't happen after all. At least I tried. ^_^;
Children never charmed her. As far as she was concerned kids, more so babies, were nothing more than a distraction and a nuisance. Noisy ones at that. They were simply wailing little brats that, at the end of the day, were nothing but in the way. Incapable of taking care of themselves babies required constant supervision and care, both of which Emma had no time for. If she was to continue her life as a ruthless mercenary she shouldn't have found herself distracted by trivial things such as infantile bothers. Children would gain her no advantage in her profession. They were an utter waste of her space and, more importantly, her time.
So as she glowered at the toddler sitting on
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 week 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
Anzac DayI made my way up the chipped brick steps of the old town house, struggling to convince myself to put one foot infront of the other.Anzac Day8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This may seem like I’m overreacting, but if you knew my grandparents you would be the same.
My Grandparents are very boring people. My Nanna is sophisticated and is always dressed like she’s going to see the queen. “You’re only as old as you look, Elizabeth Anne.” she always says to me.
My Grandfather - as much as he annoys me, has that adorable look about him. His grey eyes hold a thousand boring stories and he wears the same type of sweater and flat cap every time I see him, he doesn’t seem to care about fashion as much as Nanna.
All in all I guess they are ok, but when you have to constantly put up with the cheek pinching, fussing and those boring stories one tends to go insane.I knocked on the door lightly, hoping that if they didn’t hear I could just walk home, but my plan was foiled when I heard the all-too-f
Running from the Law Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to places, people (living or dead), etc. are entierly coincidental, & the main character's opinions are not nessicarly the author's opinions.Running from the Law 17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Running from the Law"
a Short Story by Kallista D.W.
I crounch behind a dumpster in a dark alley, making myself as small as possible. I am praying not to get caught. I hold May, my little sister close to me. I can see her face. She is terrified. We hear the footsteps geeting closer, & she burries her face into my chest. Most children would cry in a situation like this. She doesn't cry. She's afraid that if she does, they will find us & take me away.
After a while, the footsteps fade into the distance. Thankfully, we were able to go unseen. Most people will never have to deal with a situation like this. For May
TMNT: Secret Family (re-dew)The smell of candy slapped the mutant alligators nostrils. Each candy held in theTMNT: Secret Family (re-dew)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
heart-shaped box were dipped in chocolate. The sweet scent of caramel and cho-
colate created an aroma that smelled better than any candy sent from the heavens.
All types and flavors of candy or toppings mixed together to purposely make the
owner consume the candy in one whole bite.
The roses that were set near the chocolate mixed in a great aroma with its sweet
scented smell and the flowers perfumed perfection. The petels were each so delicate,
making you shiver as you ran your fingers against the smooth surface of the plant
as you worried you would break the plant.
Nila shook her head. Trailing her head with force to the left and the right as she
fought to gain conscious. As the sweet aroma left her state of mind she pulled the
two gifts under her arms and tiptoed out her room.
Her door squeaked open, making her spine tremble. When she found that the noise
didn't attract her companions not many rooms aw
The Sohma Family: Still Not an Adult.A lamp is switched on. The room, a white box, outside people working, moving. Coming and going, but the people inside... Well it was a fight. Questions sent no answers told. The older of the two rubbing his eyes once more.The Sohma Family: Still Not an Adult.5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Miss. Nakamura, I'm divorced, you'd think you'd have some facts."
"Not many people I question were married when they were thirteen. Forgive me."
The man flipped through the file he had ignoring the purple haired girls laugh.
"Yo, can I leave now."
She pulled at her cuffs, leaving her stuck to her chair.
"Are you going to attack me again?"
The girl shrugged, looking at him with a smirk.
"Let me go, you'll find out."
"So that's a no, why so hostile you haven't even been charged yet?"
"I don't like cops and I don't like you."
"Your friends like me."
"Was one of them the cunt that ratted me out!?"
The girl stood the chair skidding down her arms. The force causing scrapes to show on her skin.
"Can't give you that information.. sorry."
He notice marks around h
Broken To The BoneIt had been too long of a day for Mantos. He'd been up at Danari's hive most of the day, waiting on the Rising Sun troll hand and foot, complacent and calm as always. It had been a particularly difficult day, staying imperatively stiff and putting up with various caresses and touches and wipes while holding various objects and keeping said object there.Broken To The Bone18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
His tongue hurt too. Danari had decided to leave him with another permanent mark- another way for his master to detrollianize him, make him more of an art piece than a person, he supposed. He didn't like it- it made him feel worthless, and each day brought him closer to the dangerous thought that his deeply beloved matesprit would wake up one day and realize that a broken slave was of utterly no use to her in the slightest, and that there was nothing that he could give her, nothing that he could offer that some other could offer her twice, thrice even, of, and she would leave his side with a curt grin and a signature snicker, and would
Jinmay's summertime fun~Today was an really hot day, and Jinmay was wearing an bathing suit and an sun hat. She was with two other serphatine girl's named Systhine and Hissteria. These two were wearing bathing suits too. They were packing some sandwiches for lunch and headed off to the beach. When they got there, They felt the cold breeze of the Ocean.Jinmay's summertime fun~2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Systhine: This is gonna be so much fun!
Later, the three serphatine girls were having an blast in the water.
Systhine: *Splashes water at Hissteria and laughs.*
Systhine: O.O Uh oh....
The Three serphatine had an water sphash fight in the water, Later there were eating sandwiches.
Systhine: MM, This is good! ^_^
Jinmay: *Nods in agreement.*
Hissteria: Well, I am THE BEST cooker in the entire universe.
Systhine: Maybe in the MULTIVERSE.
The gals giggles. And there Day is getting to an great start.
The Absence that I call my own.I stroll, my thoughts trickled with wonder;The Absence that I call my own.4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wonder, will I ever understand my own desires?
Will there be something more tomorrow, later today, or in a moment?
Do we matter?
What is the purpose to our self-awareness?
Then I think, how many thoughts have ever been thought?
I stop walking.
Why does it matter if we matter, or for that matter; why does it matter that anything matters?
Spotting a cemetery across the street, I became drawn to the residual of life.
Walking again, placing my hand along a few cool granite and marble stones, I observe.
Some have words of passion, others of wisdom and some few of comic relief.
All posing the exact same effect to those they left behind, as much a calm as can be.
Even the unmarked ones, they speak out: I was here, I am no more.
For me, life is all I know. For them, they now know what death is. What ever that may be.
Always I am a person of logic, In life it gives me purpose and structure for me to base my own existence.
Because of that very logic, I
GiftJoanna started her day in the usual way. She woke up, showered, dressed, tied her headscarf about her head, greeted and fed her Pokemon and went into town for the day. As she walked down the street, an inquisitive Sentreet pooped from the bushes and waited until she had gone before giving the all clear. A head of shaggy, curly brown hair framing two dark brown eyes popped up underneath the little Pokemon and smiled. “Good work Sentreet. Now let’s get to it.”Gift5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Honestly, Joanna could care less about her birthday. It was just another step closer to death, after all. She didn’t care much for presents, she’d usually just get Chinese food on her way home. “I’m home!” She called out, and braced herself. When nothing happened for a few seconds, she frowned. Usually her three Rattata were all over her right about now. “Witchy? Pooky? Pop
Backstory - MotherSummary - The first time Matokai encountered death had been at only eight years old. And while she had always known there was something wrong with her mother, it hadn’t clicked until then as to what was actually going on.Backstory - Mother6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matokai’s voice echoed through the empty corridors of their home. Releasing her brother’s smaller hand, she pressed her index finger against his lips as she stepped out of the entrance way. Like he did every day, Caleb waited patiently in the doorway until his sister gave the clear to come in.
Leaving her shoes on the eight year old crept towards the halls, peaking through the open doors for any sign of her mother. Her tanned palm pressed against the cold wood of the kitchen door and as she pushed it open, just wide enough to step in, her eyes landed on the crumpled figure of her mother at the table.
Taking care to avoid the glass shards scattered across the tile flooring Matokai slowly walked towards her mother, always stay
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 Away6 days 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