The Absence that I call my own.I stroll, my thoughts trickled with wonder;The Absence that I call my own.3 hours 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
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 Story20 hours 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
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.”Gift1 day 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
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.1 day 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
Love?Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.Love?2 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
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 - Mother2 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 Away2 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
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 Attic2 days 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
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 Thing3 days 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
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.Always4 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
Lone wolf (niall horan/1D wolf hybrid) chapter 3Lone wolf (niall horan/1D wolf hybrid) chapter 34 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~4 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 Marie4 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
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 Lady5 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.
Just Cover It Up"I don't know how to tell you this," A slight smile creeps up my face as I continue my sentence, "But I'm sick of you acting like I'm nothing," I'm a twisted person. I laugh at things that should never be laughed at, hell, I'm smiling at this moment where most would be in tears. "What the hell do you mean, Jess?" Pain is obvious in those brown eyes, "I treat you better than I treat myself! You're being ridiculous!" I look down and roll up my sleeve, as if he didn't know about my issues, "This, you simply tell me to cover it up. You never once did what I expected, you never once helped me stop doing this myself. You just told me to cover it up so you wouldn't be embarrassed by your fucked up friend," He looked at me and stood up, "The fucking reason I told you to cover it is because I don't want you to be noticed and have to be asked that shit," He rolled his jeans up, showing a few scars I didn't know existed. "Jay, I didn't know you we-" I was cut off by himJust Cover It Up1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind a Name“Are you insane!?” It was practically a scream, and yet it sounded little louder than normal speech in a silent room – an environment none of them had really known for years. “Even you can die, you know!”Behind a Name1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yes, but not as easily as you.”
The screamer stared, clearly at a temporary loss. Were it not for the incessant thundering of bullet and artillery then silence really would have claimed them then, for it was clear that none in their party had expected that. That none had anticipated such a cool statement of something they had all held as a previously unspoken, decidedly taboo, fact of their permanently chaotic lives.
“…He’s right, you know,” even and reasonable, despite the necessity of speaking in shouts. It was enough to shift their assorted gazes to his focused form, but he made no move to acknowledge the attention; was too concerned with the treatment of the ‘madmans’ wounds.
I AM GOD *kafa laugh*((sonic E.X.E's POV))I AM GOD *kafa laugh*1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
finally i was free of that dumb firebrands's world i flew threw the skies looking for caresse but all i saw was an anhotre cllovite merber obsever he was stalking ... caresse? i said to him. "HEY! OVER HERE!" i kicked him and punchedhim and tekported into caresse's room i deiced to remind her it was me i said to her "I AM GOD and your prtecher"
i was so happy it was sonic my old friend i hugged him and he hugged me back
Six Word 15Relatív:Six Word 151 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Public Service Announcement“Stop talking to me like that…” I whispered under my breath. My mother dropped the stack of plates into the sink, the plastic ones clattering and the single glass one shattering into several pieces. She turned to me, smoke fuming from her ears. I could see her rage in my peripheral vision.Public Service Announcement1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Excuse me, young lady?” she snapped. I could feel her parental sense of power boiling over onto the floor, spilling out farther and burning my feet.
“You heard me. Stop talking to me like that.” My mother took the envelope from the table, folding it around in her hands and fighting the urge to tear it to shreds and toss it in the trash.
“Talking to you like what? Realistically? With a sense of reason? Logically?” she argued. I sat calmly at the kitchen table, hands clasped in front of me, only peering up to stare the crunched envelope in her hand.
I had gotten so good at hiding the bills and reminders. My parents always thought I was going
Outcast Chapter 1Chapter 1Outcast Chapter 11 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life in Smurf village was as peaceful as life could be now our days. Smurfs were going about their buisness while the Smurflings were playing Smurfball. "Hey Snappy to me!"Nat called as
Snappy perpared to throw the ball."Go long!"He shouted and through the ball as far as he could."I got it!" Sassette said but she tripped just as her ball fell over her head and down into the
Outlands."Uh-oh."Nat said."Papa's gonna kill us, he always says to keep away from the Outlands." Snappy reminded them."Then lets get the older Smurfs to get it."Sassette
surggested."Our you out of your mind? Papa will have our heads!" Snappy exclaimed and towards the Outlands."Wait for us!"Nat called and ran after his