Prison keysThe chains scrape against the stones below, and a chorus of low hums and sad songs echo in my ears. Day...well, its hard to say. This room is empty, and there is a ghost chained to the wall. He can see through a window to the outside world. Barred though, outside he saw three boys. He named them the three kings. What were their names, who were they. Days went by, months crawled across the walls, and years chained him to the ground. The jailer was cruel to the ghost. Leave it be, it is not human...It could never feel. I looked outside, past those bars, and found myself frozen. Thunderstorms clouded my mind. Their parents were there. Right there. But, the ghost felt pain for what he saw. I will not let them suffer. A booming voice came from the door, he cant feel, he'd better give up. The door warped in the ghost's anger, he couldn't give up. Outside...he saw the clouds, oh the clouds. One King was given away...his family no longer wanted him. The clouds grew darker. One king...was invisPrison keys6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
FootfallThe doorbell rang. When I opened the door, a package sat at my doorstep. I brought it inside and set it on the counter. It was dented on one side and looked as though it had been roughly handled. My name and address was written haphazardly on the top. I sighed, smiling, and pulled out a small knife to cut the packaging tape off the box. Inside was a dart gun and a necklace. I ignored the gun and lifted the necklace up to see it better. It was a wolf fang dangling off a leather cord. I rubbed the fang sullenly with my thumb before slipping the cord over my head. It bounced once against my collar bone before lying still. I closed up the box containing nothing but the gun and hid it in the back of my closet. I wouldn’t be needing it.Footfall7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I ran outside, slamming the front door behind me and I jumped into my car. It was old and rustic; I thought it was a miracle I could even get it started. It let out a metallic growl before I sped down the empty road. I watched the forest grow as I drove
Steak and FishGrowin’ up, I was probably the only kid that hated havin’ birthdays. We lived in a small, poor town in a run down house at the edge of the forest. So my parents could never afford to throw me parties or any fancy crap like that. It was almost the end of summer. The air was hot and the cicadas hissed in the trees. The day of my birthday the sky was bright; it sent down rays of sun to sparkle off the creek water runnin’ behind our house.Steak and Fish9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even though we were dirt poor, Momma always seemed to try her hardest to make my day worthwhile. I really appreciate it now, but back then I was too naïve to realize what it all meant. The only birthday I can seem to remember was the last one I ever spent with Momma, the year before she died.
It was September 7th, the day of my seventh birthday. She woke me up with a beautiful smile and said, “Hey baby. I promise today will be a lucky one. You’re turning seven on the seventh. That’s gotta mean somethin’.
Personal Narrative In the summer of 2012, I went to Trinidad for the first time after 12 years. I moved to America back in 2000 and haven’t been back since, until I was told in April that my dad had booked tickets for us to go on July 25. I was really happy and couldn’t wait to go.Personal Narrative12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember packing three weeks early thats how excited I was for this trip. When we told our cousin that we were coming they were
shocked, I have family who I have never seen nor met due to me being so little back then. There were many thoughts going through my
mind when I thought of Trinidad. The one thing that was going through my mind the most was the c
You. (Possibly a short story series)You smirk, dropping the knife to the ground, drops of blood threatening to to hit you as the blade made contact with the concrete of the alley. The body of a women laid a few inches away from the tips of your toes. Her throat was cut and she had a major stab wound in her lower abdomen. You squat down to wipe your blood covered hands on the women's shirt. When you stand back up, you take in a deep, satisfied breathing, knowing the job was done. You turn on your heels, ready to leave, but wait, no prints left behind, right? You pick up your knife and slip it into its sheath positioned on your hip. You dig in your pockets for a lighter. Once you locate it you pull it out, then make flames come out of it. You chuckle lightly as you whisper to yourself, "Burn, baby, burn." You light the lady's body a blaze, glancing over your shoulder to make sure nobody is watching or looking. You put your hand over your nose at the awful smell of burning human flesh. Somebody's attention is bound to be drYou. (Possibly a short story series)13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
PawnsI was twelve when my mother pressured me into receiving tutelage from a Mr. Tony Malkinet every Thursday in the intricate art of chess. I mean, when I was a kid, sure it interested me; however, I wouldn’t have gone so far as to push my child into taking lessons like my mother forced me to do. I had no idea how much she paid this cynical, opinionated atheist to tutor me… and I think the real reason was she saw Tony as a good fatherly role model for me.Pawns17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Since the day I was born, I had no one to call my father. No one to play catch with or watch a football game with; therefore, I became an isolated, budding intellectual, spending the majority of my free time bettering my intelligence. Tony always saw potential in me which boosted my self-esteem; he would constantly compare his younger self to me and encouraged my interests in the arts, religion, and debating.
It was Thursday, and I’ll admit, I get excited when it’s time to drive to Tony’s. When I showed up, I
my favorites songs1.break by three day gracemy favorites songs2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
2.witches brew by david casper
3.citizen soldies by three doors down
4.breath by breaking benjamin
5.bring me to life by amy lee
6.in the end by linkin parkin
Equestria Girls Rainbow Rocks - Sneak PeakFlare Tiger walked down in the dark room which lived in deepest basement, which below the Canterlot High School as it’s had two basements but unknown to them, that’s Flare Tiger had created the third and finally, the third basement known as Haunted Shade Basement which she’s choose to scared other by used her old friend, Shadow Cat aka Nightmare Partner in her friend’s codename which Dragon Strike Force didn’t want used her for few reasons that’s she’s very danger and able sneaky around a lots, also, she’s loved killed most of time when she was need. Flare Tiger smiled to see her friend who sat and playing on the television which is game, Flare Tiger decided to pass by and her friend noticed her and smiled in greeting in friendly cat’s tone to Flare Tiger. Flare Tiger nodded right back and walked to the room, which very hugest and very secrets where Flare Tiger didn’t want tell her family about it, not even the outsiders knewEquestria Girls Rainbow Rocks - Sneak Peak2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Me and mah BrothaTy:GET DA FUQ OFF OF DA COMPUTAH ALEX!Me and mah Brotha2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Me:FUQ NU AND DUN SAY MAH REAL NAME FISH NAMMIT!
Both:Wut wut wut wut i'm gonn-
Older Sister: BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE F!K UP!
Ty:Well someone's on their period
Both:*runs like hell*
His Best FriendTired and frantic, Michael searched. Beta’s a big girl, hard to miss, so why hadn’t he found her in the last three hours that he had been searching. His muscles ached and his eyes strained to see further than a couple feet. Rubbing his eyes, he hoped that the moment he looked up she would be there, goofy look and all. If it wasn’t for that darn storm, his fence would still be upright and his beloved dog would still be with him. Out of anger, he threw her chew toy down the middle of the street and let out a loud huff. After calming himself down he sat, leaning against the tree that Beta commonly used to tie her owner against. He smiled as he heard a loud bark coming from the other end of the street, followed by the soft thuds of paws coming towards him. Soon he was covered in her kisses as she barked happily.His Best Friend3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I bet you're hungry. That’s why you came back, am I right?”
She barked back with confidence and ran around her owner with a noticeable limp. Hi
club penguinis it possible that your puffle may dig up a dino egg it's not like i need it or anything i just want to know what kinds of treasures your puffle can findclub penguin3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Silence Inside the Mind of the Innocent It was around the middle of the day. The rain drenched all in its path of sorrow and pain. Some couldn't see the suffering in the various shadings of grey. How the lights and darks mixed could resemble a soul of a girl who was broken, pained, and fearful. And how the drops of water were like the endless tears of those who had lost their hopes and dreams. The thunder was the sound of those falling to their knees as the very fabric of their will was torn to little bits, and the lightning was the sharp pang of reality coming into the minds of those. Reality plagued most in endless sorrow, and the girl was no exception. Ache rid her chest, a hand gripped tight to her shirt trying to claw it all away. Her life and reality she knew was being ripped apart.The Silence Inside the Mind of the Innocent 5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a tree, 3 meters from the ground sat a girl, lone an saddened. Tears glinted from her cheeks and fell down to the ground far below, splattering into small drops that scatt
The GaffI’ve been here about an hour in this rat-hole for the infirm, and finally the old man pulls out the cards. He mucks about a bit and flutters the deck. He hardly shakes at all and when he does, he adds some bizarre flourish to distract the eye. My old man, such a fucking pro. You'd never know he was sick. His voice is liquid cool as it pitter-patters along at breakneck speed, the cards slapping and him grinning, I don’t listen. Something’s cracked inside and I dive through the crevice, out of my body, into a much younger and frailer self – into a furious and sick, six-year old boy. I smell booze and Aqua Velva. I am in the back of a smoke-infested Buick, where Johnnie Walker Red glazes the cracked and scarred vinyl and pock-marks remain from violations made from number-two pencils.The Gaff5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nicotinic fingers break the deck and I give him a vague smile. My old man’s eyes flicker and he offers up a classic – his famous ‘Vegas Sidewalk Shuffle”
Constellation - Excerpt from CWTD...Constellation - Excerpt from CWTD1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Something on your mind Rikki?"
Once more I was laying on my back. Grass beneath me, it was cold which felt kind of nice on my bare legs. My shorts scrunched up from falling. My arms laying as if I'm about to make a snow angel. The only part that moved at all was my mouth when I spoke and my eyes blinking. I stared right into the dark hole in his hoodie. The moon behind him, I couldn't see his expression. All I knew was that he was sitting atop me with a knife to my neck and his other hand gripping my shoulder.
He huffed slightly from jumping on top of me. He must have been running toward me to do so, which was odd cause I was already laying out on the grass in my front yard.
"Shut up." I guess Rikki wasn't in a good mood. This was the sixth, no wait... the seventh time he's put a knife to my neck in recent months. I swallowed the saliva that accumulated in my mouth, making the knife move slightly as my saliva moved down my esophagus.
I raised an eyebrow at him, still not saying a
Dark Havens -- A Wizard101 FanFicDark times were coming. Cyrus knew this, but he didn't want to believe it.Dark Havens -- A Wizard101 FanFic1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
There had been speculation about an upcoming war before, but now it was almost certain. Malistaire Drake, former Necromancy teacher at the esteemed Ravenwood School for the Magical Arts, had vanished just a few short weeks ago without any explanation, tearing his school away from Ravenwood in a fit of anger and, to some who knew Malistaire best, despair. Cyrus and the other professors spent many days contemplating on the reasoning behind this. Malistaire was a good teacher, and despite his cold exterior he was a good man with a strong heart, so just about everyone - especially the poor Necromancer students he left behind - was baffled by his sudden change in demeanor. Everyone was asking just what happened to the poor man.
Many theories and possibilities were thrown about when Ambrose held a meeting to answer this question. Falmea thought that perhaps a few misbehaving students had crossed the line, and in his d
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Loud rumblings noises roared into the alley way. A shriek came from the she-cat as she leap up from her sleep, wide awake in a split second. She hurried to look out of their cardboard den. The monster that slowly made it's way down to them was huge, bigger then anything she had ever seen before. She turned quickly, jabbing at the tom cat.
"Nettlepaw! Nettlepaw get up now! We have got to go!" She meowed frightfully.
The dark tabby limped out of the box, going down the alley with the tom cat. At the end of it she turned, looking over her stripped shoulder as she watched a two-leg feed the silver cylinder and their night home into the monster. She shuddered and came to brush her shoulder along Nettlepaw's.
"So are we heading home now? Or do you still want to find some cat nip first?" She questioned.Everyone is likely freaking out by now. Honestly, I wonder what they do thin
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The wind blew through the areas of the apprentice den where the branches were too far apart. Black bangs fluttered over onto gray fur. Ghostpaw's eyes slit open, emerald and heather toned eyes dodging around the dim nest. Cinderpaw was asleep next to her. She had been laying with him the last few nights after she had been discharged from the medicine den. The Scale Plague had hit her hard, despite only having it for half a moon. She twisted and licked at the patches where her fur had fallen out. Ghostpaw was feeling very self-concious on the matter, despire the fact that the fur was already going back, and most of the spots were hidden by her fur which had stayed, since it was so long.
The young cat got up, feeling rather weak, but wanting to get out of the hot and stuffy den anyways. Besides, she had been laying around like an elder for weeks! She was careful not to wake her brother, whom since she had go
MagicI don't quite understand what everyone's deal was. It was just a cheap demonstration of a lame magic. The kind you'd see at a magic show. The smug look Brack wore as he showed off his mediocre card tricks. People these days were easily entertained, and apparently a little more observant then I remember because it wasn't long until everyone's eyes were fixed on me. Oh sure, I thought, now everyone notices me. It was all because I wasn't admiring Brack's talent like I should've I guess.Magic1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What wrong 'Trip?'" One of the appraisers said. That nickname I was never fond of, so I was clumsy and tripped one too many times, and they singled me out on it. Maybe it was the way I dressed, I wasn't really up to date on the fashion. I stuck out like a sore thumb. These upperclassmen were all the same-
"C'mon Trip what's your deal?" Brack spoke now, "aren't you impressed? Or is your peon mind to minuscule to comprehend such an amazing display?" I wanted to smack that look off his face. So I accepted h
otra cosa raraRetrocedió el carro y le dijo que yo no iba a ser nada en la vidaotra cosa rara1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luego todos se pusieron de acuerdo en que fuéramos a la iglesia, pero yo no quería ir, entonces dejé que todos entraran y me iba por un lado, luego me encontré con el resto del grupo y me convenció de que entrara. Yo entré con bicicleta a la iglesia y me uní a una fila en la que estaba una mujer que se enojó por lo que hice todo el mundo terminó repudiándome, afuera me volví a encontrar con la persona que me convenció y dijo que enla casa de su madre había un gran espectáculo, carrera o feria, fuimos allá, el público se sentaba en una fila parecida a una resbaladilla inclinada hacia la llegada de esa carrera
que parecía ser de saltos en saco de patatas, cuanto esta acabó, todos bajamos donde había sido realizada esa extraña carrera por unos puentes de madera inclinados, pero como la carrera ya había termina