A Crappy but Worth It Thanksgiving- SupernaturalA Crappy but Worth It Thanksgiving- Supernatural1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Supernatural X Child! Nephilim! Reader
It is strange to think of Hunters caring for an abomination like me.
What am I you may ask?
Well I will tell you:
I am a Nephilim.
I am a half-human half-angel that was born on the day when the Antichrist was found.
When Sam and Dean Winchester found me.
It is strange that such a heavenly being like I was born on this day, but this was coincidentally the day in which humans celebrate: Thanksgiving.
Personally I wouldn't have given a crap about today if it were not my birthday.
Anyway I am not here to give you my sob story but to tell you how I got to become the daughter of the legendary Winchester brothers and a fallen angel.
“_______! _______! Wake up! We have to get back on the road…NOW!” Sam yelled.
“Momma-I mean Sammy I’m coming!” you screamed back and went back to hugging your Attack On Titan Levi plush toy.
L vs C (English version)A young girl sits at a small, square table of wood, rocking her legs as she sits on the wooden chair. “I have nothing to write with, so how can I write?” she asks with hopes of evading today’s lesson. Yet her hopes are crushed rather swiftly by her teacher.L vs C (English version)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Here you are,” the older girl says brightly, beaming a ray of sunshine upon the younger’s face. She sets down a sheet of white paper, whiter than any snow that has fallen upon the earth, and from nowhere, she extends quills in a rainbow of assorted colours. “Chose any you like!”
The youngest sighs again while slumping forward, her platinum blonde hair briefly covering her eyes as she chooses at random: a pale grey quill is drawn by her hand. Surely it was the colour of snow that reaches the earth. She knew that any refusal or complaints would get her nowhere; they were just about as good as breaking a finger: she’d simply be told to use a different hand!
The eldest plants a diff
TMNT: The truth hurtsTMNT: The truth hurts1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Donnie fumbled with his fingers as he looked down at his feet.
This snapped donnie as he looked to the person who said that, April. April went to go grab
her bag but was stopped. "April...... I........Please......"
Donnie had finally told April how he felt about her, but it soon turned into a battle field. April
started to call him names which only broke his heart
Donnie went to embrace her but was stopped by a harsh voice. "WE CANT BE TOGHETOR
DONETELLO! Face facts, it is unnatural for a animal and human to be a couple!............. ........
Goodbye" April grabbed her bag and went to leave.
"No......,. you don't mean that,............. do you"
April looked at donnie coldly. "I do"
As April left leaving poor donnie all alone in the cold dark room.
------------------ Dream is over--------------
Donnie shot up in the sky like a firework with heavy breathing. The tears which left his face made
his eyesight blury. He let himself take deep breaths as the tears still roamed freel
TMNT: Bad DayIt was morning in New York. In the lair, the turtles waited in the dojo for Master Splinter for begin their training. After some minutes, he cames out of his room.TMNT: Bad Day3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning, my sons" Master Splinter said to his sons.
"Good morning Master Splinter" their said togeter and bow.
"Today we begin with-" Master Splinter was broken up by lound and fast footsteps, comes out the dojo. Then a figure with brown hair stumbled in the dojo. It was Angelina.
"Angelina" Master Splinter began "You're late. Again."
"I'm sorry Master Splinter" Angie stood up "I didn't hear my alarmclock and-"
"You don't need to find a excuses, young studient" Master Splinter interrupted her "For your late coming again, you will do 40 push-ups as punishment"
"40 push-ups!? But i-"
"Do you want to make 50?" Master Splinter glared at her.
Angie looked at the floor and shaked slightly her head.
"Now that we've cleared that up" Master Splinter turned around "We will do at the began a sparing match. Donatello against Leona
Surprise?Surprise?1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mary sat in the worn couch and let out a sigh while her eyes bor into the roaring fire ahead of her. Mary was never one to go on trips alone in the snow covered mountains but loved the silence and views. Pulling out her phone Mary smiled slightly at the screensaver of her and her ‘boyfriend’ Balthazar. Mary thought for a moment as Balthazar never mentioned they were actually together. Shrugging Mary stood up and went into the kitchen to grab a cup of hot chocolate when a knock at the door interrupted her. Mary tilted her head wondering who was at the door until she heard a familiar voice.
“Are you going to let me on or am I going to freeze to death?” Balthazar joked. Mary went to the door and opened it surprised to see him there.
“Well you don’t look to happy to see me” Balthazar teased.
“Sorry I’m just surprised to see you is all…..I thought you said you had to work?” Mary replied letting him in.
“I made that up
Something Special“Ow ow ow ow! Stop it that hurts!”Something Special2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I only have two left quit being a kit.”
“You are ripping needles out of my face I’m allowed to be in- OW!”
Dave winced as Breezepaw pulled yet another porcupine needle out of his face. The elder had gone out for a walk with Joltflash when the creature snuck up on them. One thing led to another and the deputy and her former apprentice were in Breezepaw’s den. Joltflash was lucky to just get a few in her shoulder. Dave got the pain of having them scattered in his face.
“One more. Joltflash, hold him down. This one’s lodged into his scar so it’s gonna be more tender.”
“StarClan take me now this is torture.” Dave whined and flexed his claws in anxiety.
“One. Two. Three!” Breezepaw ripped the last needle out and Dave yowled loudly and jumped up, throwing the other two cats off of him.
Breezepaw pushed the pile of bloodied porcupine quills to the corner of the d
A Jolly HolidayRose huffed and shifted the heavy bags in her arms again. It had been a long day, to say the least. Days like this were never the nicest, but today had been particularly frustrating.A Jolly Holiday1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
It hard started with a phone call from the office over breakfast. Nothing too major, no invasions or anything reality threatening, but they had insisted on her coming in – on a Saturday no less! – for whatever emergency had struck Torchwood today. Normally they would ask both of them to come, and since they weren't asking for him Rose knew that this was probably something to do less with extra-terrestrials and more with extra paperwork.
He had offered to zip her over there, their house was the most mobile house anyone had ever seen, but she insisted on taking the car instead. He kept forgetting that they had one. She never liked taking the TARDIS grocery shopping, and she had some things to pick up on the way home.
He had kissed her a fond goodbye in the doorway, and she had ordered him not to
L vs C (Wersja Polska)- Ale ja nie mam nic do pisania! – skłamała dziewczynka, która siedziała za stołem.L vs C (Wersja Polska)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Trzymaj. – Uśmiechnęła się trochę starsza dziewczyna, po czym rozłożyła przed nią biały papier i wielki stos różnokolorowych piór, które nie wiadomo skąd wzięła. – Bierz to, które ci się podoba najbardziej.
Młodsza, kręcąc ustami, niechętnie wzięła jedno z piór – szaro-białe, które leżało najbliżej. Zrozumiała, że nie ma sensu wykręcać się słowami „nie chcę” lub „nie będę”. Tymczasem starsza odrzuciła długi warkocz za plecy i z inteligentnym spojrzeniem zaczęła tłumaczyć.
- Cyrylica została utworzona specjalnie dla narodów, które wyznają wiarę prawosławn
Bullies SuckIt was early morning, and a car pulled up in front of Wawanawkwa Middle School. The passenger side opened, and out stepped a girl, around 11 years of age. With her brunette and pink-streaked hair in a ponytail, and wearing her favorite shirt involving a toad’s head, and her favorite green pants, she smiled.Bullies Suck2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“T'em bullies better watch out! Cause Abby Hindo’s in town, now!” The girl called Abby said out loud, as she adjusted her eyepatch. “Now… Which way is da Principal’s office?”
Cragmite Park Special: Bullies Suck
The young tween looked around, with everyone looking at her.
“How does she see?” Said one student. “She only has one eye!”
“Is she a pirate?” Said another student.
“If so… Is she that guidance counselor’s cousin?” Said yet another student.
Putting her stuff in a locker, and looking at her schedule, she smiled.
“Looks like I got English with Ms.
An Heir Is BornAge: 732-Vegeta's BirthAn Heir Is Born2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
King Vegeta had enough being pregnant, he couldn't do things he once enjoyed what he loved; Going on missions, leading his army, and conquering planets but now he had to stay behind and wait until his heir is born. Resting his chin against his palm he was waiting for a report from an officer reporting back from a mission, he was already getting bored until a cramp came into his stomach. He winced, lately he had been feeling cramps in the morning when he woke up even during a meeting with a general from another planet.
He shook this off thinking that it was only the baby stretching, but lately he's been noticing that something was going on with his body. His hips had widened which was painful he ought to admit, even he was feeling the baby pressing a bit against his hips.
Zorn, being his loyal right hand man, was right besides him just in case if he ever does go into labor. Of course by Zorn, he had told the king that he must
Fratello He sat on the porch every day. Mio fratello. I wish I still had the chance to sit beside him, doing nothing more than watching the trees sway in the wind. I would kill to be able to relax with him again. Just one. More. Time. I was so stupid back then, thinking I was the smartest person in the world, that I could never do a wrong.Fratello3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was born when I was four. He was so tiny; I remember my Mama smiling down at him as she held him in her arms, him trying to grab my Papa and I with his chubby little hands. I remember holding my finger out to him, smiling in absolute delight when he grasped it tightly.
It was years later when we found out something was wrong with his vocal chords. Mama used to sit with him on the couch, trying to get him to repeat what she was saying. He’d open his mouth as if he was trying to say something, mouthed the word, but he never made a sound. We started getting discouraged when he was four and still hadn't sa
A wife's loveHe's...strange, with out a doubt. Very rough around the edges and a bit of a temper on him. It doesn't surprise me much that people used to be rather scared of him. Some people are still put off by him even now. But only a little compared to before though, which makes me happy. Cause I just want people to see what I see. What I saw. A sweet, curious boy. With a big heart and a bright mind. He learns fast and is quick to understand. He doesn't understand things like empathy completely, but thats okay. It's hard for lot of people to understand. I don't even have a very full grasp of the emotion yet myself. But he doesn't need to understand it completely. He could tell when someone is sad. Scared or upset or happy. And will do his best to make it better or keep it as such. I may be over romanticizing him a bit...but I can't help it. Love does that to you. And there's no one I love more, than the sweetest man and best father to my children I'll ever know.A wife's love1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Better Luck Next TimeSpicepaw was sitting outside the apprentice’s den with his tail curled around him. Breezepaw was busy with gathering herbs, leaf bare just around the corner. Jadepaw was getting more training due to the fact her mentor felt she was falling behind the others due to her size. That left Spicepaw by himself.Better Luck Next Time1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Or so he thought.
Groaning, Spicepaw lifted his head as Sagepaw padded over to him. “What do you want, Sagepaw? And don’t call me Spicey. My name is Spicepaw.”
Sagepaw rolled her eyes. “Spicepaw, Shmichepaw. Let’s go hunting.”
“Why? So you can shove me in a rabbit hole and claw me up and say I was attacked by snakes? No thanks.” He pushed himself to his paws and walked over to the fresh-kill pile, picking up a rabbit.
“You’re no fun. Jadey went hunting with me and we had a blast. You and I can too.”
“I said no.” Spicepaw took a bite of his rabbit and ignored her once more.
The time for eating (A Russellcest Thanksgiving)"Nerd Sunil, is the turkey ready yet?" Geek asked his mongoose friend.The time for eating (A Russellcest Thanksgiving)6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's almost done Geek, just two more minutes." Nerd Sunil replied.
Geek was preparing the turkey for a thanksgiving dinner with him, his russellcest friends who were also bringing in something for the dinner.
"I really need this turkey to be perfect when our guests arrive." Geek said.
"I know, you told me that like five times already." Nerd Sunil said.
"Well I'm telling you again because it has to be. Shipper left me in charge of the turkey and I don't want to disappoint him." Geek said.
"Relax, it's not like anybody's going to eat it in two minutes." Nerd Sunil said.
"I know and you're right, but still-" Geek was cut off when he heard the timer go off. He opened the oven and brought out the turkey which came out perfectly.
"It looks so good Geek." Nerd Sunil said.
"Yeah...uhh, can you help me put this on the table? It's really heavy." Geek said.
"Sure." Nerd Sunil grabbed the bottom part of the other side of the t
A Horrid Past (PREVIEW)~Arthur's P.O.V.~A Horrid Past (PREVIEW)3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You'll never be good enough, Arthur! You're a disgrace to our family name!!!"
My eyes shot open, my head looking around. I don't know how long I was asleep, but it must have been long, for Luna had wrapped me in a fleece blanket so I wouldn't be cold throughout the night. I saw my book in my lap, I must have fallen asleep while reading. A Sherlock Holmes novel, a classic. I smiled and stood up. I knew it was high time I joined Luna upstairs. I put my book on the table next to the sofa and made my way to the kitchen. I knew some tea would cleanse my memory of that recent nightmare and help me back to sleep.
As I heated the water, I glanced at the clock. 1:25 AM. I yawned and ran my fingers through my messy hair and proceeded to sigh. My nightmare was still stuck in my memory, and I wanted to forget it. My childhood was certainly not something I wanted to remember, but as an adult, it stuck in my head like glue.
"I don't think I've told Luna
A Horrid Past (Part 1)~Luna's P.O.V.~A Horrid Past (Part 1)3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up that morning in an empty bedroom. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was around 8:00 in the morning. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I wanted to make sure Arthur was alright.
Arthur had come home grouchy yesterday afternoon, probably from another unresolved World Conference. I knew that whenever Arthur was grouchy, he'd always get cheered up when I'd give him a hug. I tried, and I was shocked at what had happened.
"I'm sorry, dear, I really need to be alone." He had said, gently walking out of my grip. I wasn't hurt or offended, for I could be over-affectionate sometimes. But I thought it was strange. I followed Arthur to his study, where he sat looking frustrated. I put a hand on his shoulder.
"What's the matter, honey?" I asked softly, rubbing his shoulder slowly. Arthur didn't look at me. I looked at Arthur. He looked tired, stressed, and his nose was bleeding. It was strange I haven't noticed this before.
"What happened to your nose, Arthur?" I
Just One LookJust one look.Just One Look1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
A fraction of a second; a simple smile. That's all it takes.
My head throbbed and my shoulders sagged. I was pretty sure that I had dark rings under my eyes, but that was only expected of someone who had lost her mother, right? I had cried myself to sleep one tear at a time, my heart swallowed in the bitter-sweet memories of the woman who had raised me.
As I walked to the bus stop I could feel every cool drop of rain against my cheeks and my arms. I could feel the chill down to my bones, but I was already so cold. My entire inside felt hollow, just an empty shell. Nothing would ever be the same, not with out her. Her warm hugs and her gentle words whenever I felt sad. She would probably know what to say, but she was gone.
I walked through the puddles, suddenly realizing that I was crying again. The salty tears were washed away by the rain like a pebble in a stream. At least nobody would notice, not today. I stood quietly at the end of the street where the school bus woul