Easter prayerEaster prayer2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
if there are side
those who watched anxiously
Smooth it for me
and whisper them softly
no need to féltsenek,
they will be on hand
left and right are
who, taken off my back
the blood-stained cross,
and carrying him instead of me,
if theirs a hundred times
panama- Наото-чан, не бегай так быстро, ты же можешь споткнуться!panama4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Чем старше становилась Мако, тем больше она становилась похожей на свою мать. Девичья непосредственность и люб
kids are all rightДети - цветы жизни. Если они не шумные маленькие чудовища, которые пытаются залезть куда не следует и потрогать то, что не стоит.kids are all right4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
У Каина детей никогда не было, потому о гру
Death the Kid meets his MommyDeath the Kid: *sighs* This is so horrible...without dad around, nothing is the same. I used to be full of pride, full of such greatness when dad was around. I miss the early morning refuelings, watching him drink cups of coffee, and eating his coffee beans. I remember when I was a younger lad, I took his jar of coffee beans and ate them all and had a sugar high until dad found me on the floor asleep. Haha. ...*sighs* The school, everyone, is in danger of Oshera, and...I don't know what to do...I feel at fault for all of this...Death the Kid meets his Mommy13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mori-Death: Huh? It can't be...Kid?
Death the Kid: I have lost everything... I used to have it all when dad was around, now none of us have anything, we're all in danger... Huh? *sees Mori-Death next to him* What do you want, little pegacorn?! Can't you see I am in the middle of something right now??? Go away!!! *sees the skull mask* Wha... No, it can't be... Lord Death?!
Mori-Death: It's Mori-Death now.
Death the Kid: Oh...
Mori-Death: Oh sweetie what happened
His Bitter MemoriesI listened as tears of sadness and the laughter of fond memories reverberated off the wooden walls of the small, events centre. Near the entrance on a rectangular table, a book of condolences was filling up steadily. A funeral pamphlet and a small box for donations were spread out around the book for William, a man one either loved or owed.His Bitter Memories16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned over an empty glass from another table in the room off to the side and half-filled it with water. I lifted the glass to my lips and scanned the room of faces. My chest tightened when I didn’t find the face I was looking for. Derek. Where was he? When we had had lunch earlier in the week, he had assured me he would attend.
My eyes wandered to my car and I pictured how I might escape. I could slip out and be back with Derek before the service started. I had hoped that he would attend so that it didn't have to come to this. I thought that William’s death would have at least dampen the hate in his heart so we could be together
Zeito's love song. I have a songZeito's love song.19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
That'll last all day long
If only i could tell you
Of my story
Through the terror and the sorrow
I'll always be there
By your side
I will fight
Don't tell me
Your staying right here
I'm so sorry
I will miss
You so much
Can i tell you a secret?
I love you
Trying TimesA short story by: Cameron FrenchTrying Times23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
There comes a time when one stops and wonders; what happens when someone is in debt and they can’t pay their daily expenses? The answer is plainly simple to most who would know all too well about the experience. Namely they’ve experienced it firsthand themselves or someone they knew had gone down this all too familiar road. This experience can also be plainly explained by a woman named, Mariah Conroy, whom had been down this dark and depressing road herself along with her two children, Jacob and Nicole. Mariah was an average and hard working housewife and mother of two children. Her face was clearly distinctive as being diamond shaped, with a seemingly tall forehead and slightly serrated chin and sloped jaw bones. Her brown eyes were a thick almond shape with a single half inch of white showing in her eyes, almost like a very large nut in a peanut shell. Her eyebrows were almost as thin as a blade of grass, curving themselves up
Cartoon super stars save the day prologueCartoon super stars save the day prologueCartoon super stars save the day prologue1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Our special starts off with your normal everyday family. We have a father, a mother, a teenage daughter, and a little brother.
“Cartoon super stars save the day,” says the mother.
Is the story of a teenager who deals with horrible drug abuse.” “Some of your favorite cartoon characters will help you understand how drugs and other dangerous substances can ruin your life,” says the father. “Pay attention to it,” says the teen. “Talk about it with your friends and family.” “And make the right decision!” says the brother. “Stay away from drugs and alcohol.” The family smile at each other and embrace.
A Troubled LifeA woman was running through the rain, her black Mary-Janes pounding against the sleek, wet pavement. It was two in the morning, the only sources of light were coming from the lamps on the sidewalk and the few cars that passed by. She was panting, her long, black hair sticking to her forehead, rain and sweat dripping from her brow and chin. Her heart pounding against her rib cage like a hammer on a nail. She was holding a package securely in her arms. But why? Why was she running in the rain at such an hour? A late night delivery? No, Because of him. He was coming, he was coming to take the package. She was getting tired, her legs begging for her to stop. But she kept running, she couldn't stop. She could already hear the pounding of the man's feet, his breath sprinting after her. The woman accelerated, slipping against the wet cement under her feet and tripping against the cracked pavement. He was getting closer, the woman could hear his heavy breathing. His feet were pounding liA Troubled Life1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Takie kwiotkiNorwegia siedział w saloniku Polski i popijał kawę. Gospodarz zajął fotel naprzeciwko gościa i nerwowo obracał w palcach łyżeczkę do cukru. Atmosfera była dość nerwowa. Feliks widocznie zbierał się w sobie by obwieścić coś ważnego.Takie kwiotki1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
–A więc? – Zapytał uważnie przyglądając się polakowi przyodzianego w łososiową sukienkę koktajlową.
–Jesteśmy przyjaciółmi prawda? – Feliks wpatrywał się w swego gościa z lekką paniką i niepewnością.
–Zaiste. – Odpowiedział mu, zakładając nogę na nogę.
–Potrzebuję twojej pomocy.
–Co? Nie. – Rzeczy Pospolita zmieszał się lekko. Lukas uniósł brwi.– Nie chodzi o pieniądze. Bo ja…jestem dziewczyną.
Pictures of Perfection 4Part 4Pictures of Perfection 42 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is easy to recognize the sound of his laughter, as it has its very own, lively and free note to it. He has settled into this common way of life and the man with the red hair the shade of wine seems comfortable, his amber eyes that have seen many an adventure fixed on his wife who has just dropped the dozens of pages of manuscript. The papers scatter on the kitchen floor, on the dog’s food and water bowls, on a school bag which lay haphazardly under the table. I let my eyes wander from the woman to the teenager with the color in his eyes slightly darker kind of violet blue than his mother’s. The copper-red hair is fixed in a cool manner, he seems to be concentrating on his phone yet grins right on cue. The final participant of this morning is trying to hold his laughter as he finishes his second bowl of cereals. Sporting his brown hair very short the second son looks mean, but his inherited amber eyes have gentleness in them that speaks mountains.
GlassesGlassesGlasses2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
As much as Nathan Niobee didn't want to do it, he had to. His brunette older brother was having another episode and he was terrified. Whenever his brother got like that, he was always worried that one or both of them would be killed in attempt to calm him down. He had noticed only about an hour ago that Jarod was acting the way he always did before an episode. He was breathing quicker, his eyes darting, his fingers tapping, twirling his hair, and he kept taking off his glasses and putting them back on. He didn't even need them that much, he believed, but he said it was better safe than sorry. Nathan had glasses as well now, he had gotten them recently. But he didn't really need them.
"J-Jarod! I'm coming out now, okay? Calm down, and don't attack me. Alright? Can you handle that?"
The answer he got was an inhuman growl. Goddamnit he was so scared. He had been trying to get Jarod to calm down ever since he saw the first signs, but it just wouldn't work. He had tried to ca
Zekier The bunny info :3Full name Zekier zrose hedgerabbit.Zekier The bunny info :32 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
nickname: cupcake,sugar bunny and cuddle rabbit :3
Likes: reading, music, rock and roll..... etc
dislikes: mean ppl
relation ship: single.
kids: Lilly the hedgecabbit.
exs?: sky the cabbit.
color: pinkish brown with a bunny tail.
eye color: pink.
fav cloths: any thing really.
Missed Meeting Penny stared at her latte as the rain ran down the window beside her. She barely gave any notice to the chilled breeze that was managing to sneak around the panes of glass even though her arm that was closest to the window was cold.Missed Meeting2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked at her watch then relieved her breath in a defeated sigh. He wasn’t coming. She should have known that he wouldn’t come, what reason was there for him to have come anyhow? She wasn’t anything special, especially to him.
She rested her chin in her hand s she went back to staring at her untouched drink. She no longer wanted it, she didn’t think that she would ever want a latte ever again. She had, after all, only developed a liking for them when she had found out that it was his favorite; it had seemed like it would be something that they could share. Now it only seemed to remind her of how stupid she had been to believe he would want to meet her.
Tomorrow's A Beautiful DayHigh, soft green grass, nearly as high as my chest, ripples in a light wind across an open field like rolling waves on the sea, and elderly oak trees wave hello, glittering in the late-day sun. Pale blue skies with natural, patchy white clouds paint a faded background, and there is a soft glow to everything. A bay and chestnut horses are grazing peacefully in the distance and birds are chirping and singing and fluttering around like they usually do.Tomorrow's A Beautiful Day2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
With dark brown hair pulled back into a wavy ponytail, and a beaming proud smile on her face, a woman dressed in a black t-shirt and forest fatigues stands near a white picket fence, with a young girl on her hip, two other girls and a boy are chasing each other around her feet, giggling.
A girl, about four years old with bobbing pigtails and pink ribbons in her hair, peeks out from behind her mom's leg, one thumb in her mouth and the other hand clinging to her mom's leg. Her face lights up as she sees who it is, her dark eyes wide and danci
Evie Backstory... PREVIEWIn a hospital a man of platinum hair is handed a small girl with hair the colour of snow and eyes that reflected the glowing sun. He smiled lightly at the sight before him and looked up at the woman who he wished to share his life with, her sandy blonde hair, and hazel eyes that seemed to glow with happiness to whomever she looked. The man looked up at this woman. She had fallen asleep and began to grow with worry. He called the doctors and was ushered out of the room, nurses taking the small new born to prepare her for home. The man stood, pacing, outside that room. Til finally the doctor appeared. Nothing needed to be said when the doctor just shook his head lightly. The man's eyes widened and tried to retain composure and asked to see her. The doctor nodded and went to the Operating Room and saw his love. Fallen to eternal sleep. Gone. He'd have to raise his girl on his own. He shook his head at that thought.Evie Backstory... PREVIEW2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had a brother who could help. And a best friend who just
Dog Drugsriot: shouldn't eat cottencandy~~~~~Dog Drugs2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
sky: cottencandy is good and you know it! And I don't like that I'm in your story "Vila's Pet"
crystal: sky your 13 and act like your 10
sky: but aren't you 10?
riot: exactly. you are suger-drunk
crystal: drink water, no internet, no turtles friends!
sky: wha' 'bout turble stump?
crystal: no turtle soup! that is the wost thing you can have
sky: but fen I gets jaw ice
riot: jaw.....ackes. not jaw ice
sky: I'm high! wha' u thin' I sailing.
riot: come on you are going to bed
sky: I no Raphael! when I drun' I can walllks! I don't no rom is
crystal: it's right in front of your face
sky: goodnight. go to Vilange something.
crystal: go to bed or horror story time
sky: I have enough s*** on the internet I don't need horror
crystal riot: satanic penguins?
sky: i going, i going
RiotMagic is older my sister
"crystal" likes to upload stuff on both of are pages
3 sister possible ☾ riot ☊sky 𝄡crystal
My house my life tfa ficNarrator P.O.V.My house my life tfa fic3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
" It was a house in a residential neighborhood . A two-storey house , 4 bedrooms, 2 baths , meditation room , living room , kitchen , laundry area , a beautiful garden and a large backyard . In this house lived a couple with their three children . The father was a descendant of Chinese with long hair to his waist , dark brown and smooth. He was pale , had a great chin, hazel eyes , hoarse voice. He was a reflective and quiet guy. Teachs ninja art classes . Ryou Wang was his name , but he was known for Prowl . He had a very overactive wife named Sari. She was a brunette , with auburn hair , red eyes . She was assistant of his father, dr.Isaac Sumdac, a scientist specialized in robotics.
They had 3 daughters . Mariana was the oldest . She was a brunette , had a black , long, straight hair like grandfather and hazel eyes . She was a quiet and sensitive to bad reviews about her family . She was 17. The middle daughter was Nur . She
When Paths CrossWhen Paths Cross3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sophie - 11
“Ok, so Nine hundred thirty nine divided by six. First you would…um. This is a lot harder I thought it would be.” Sophie moaned as she slammed the unfinished mathematics worksheet onto the kitchen table. She hated math with a passion. It was just so frustrating. Give her history, writing, even geography and she knew exactly what to do. Math however, not so much.
She didn’t understand how her purple clad uncle could keep all those numbers straight. Wait, that‘s it. Maybe he could help her. With that, the small female turtle jumped from the chair with her paper and pencil to find her uncle. “Uncle Don?” She called as she entered the lab. “Are you in here?” Then, she saw it.
Her dad told her Donnie had been working on something big, but this was outstanding. At first glance, it seemed to be an ordinary telephone booth, but Sophie knew better. First of all, it was wrapped with caution tape. The tall green booth, in an
Tidying Up-Bleach Fanfic"Rukia!"Tidying Up-Bleach Fanfic3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Rukia!, Listen to me!"
I watched as my brother and adopted sister fought. They always did. This one was about Rukia's bedroom, it a mess and that's the truth. It isn't really bad like something exploded in there. But it isn't clean to Shiro's standered.
"Just clean your room, Rukia" I sighed when i had enough of Shiro shouting her name.
"But Ichi!~" Rukia used her childish voice, but she knows that i gets her no where. "...Fine" Rukia shuffled of to her bedroom.
"Ichi! Why does she listen to you and not me!" Shiro shouted at me annoyed that i had managed to get Rukia to do something.
"'Cause i asked politely" I replied smugly.
"... Shut up" Shiro huffed and flopped onto he couch.
A few minutes later Rukia came back listening too music from her phone.
"Did you tidy up your room?" I asked.
"Yeah, you can go check" she said as she sat down next to me.
Shiro shot up and rushed of to her bedroom. He came back a few minutes later with a pleased grin on his fac
L'operation Yellow Putsch part 2Chapitre 4: Yellow Putsch 2.0L'operation Yellow Putsch part 23 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Le samedi matin qui suivit, c'est comme d'habitude avec ma couche mouillée que je quittais ma chambre. La stratégie d'Abbygail m'avait imposé de remettre l'émetteur en place comme si de rien n'était, du coup ma situation était restée inchangée depuis ce fameux soir, j'étais toujours un pisse au lit involontaire. Et sur le plan de la vie sociale, puisque nous étions visiblement surveillés, nous fîmes en sorte de ne plus jamais nous embrasser en public, gardant nos moments plus intimes que dans les lieux où personne ne pourrait nous voir.
Mais ce samedi matin allait marquer un tournant majeur, un tournant que mon père n’oublierait pas de sitôt. Depuis le jour de mon seizième anniversaire, le samedi matin était exclusivement réservé aux exercices de tir, et chaque semaine mon père me faisait découvrir une nouve
L'operation Yellow Putsch part 1L'opération Yellow PutschL'operation Yellow Putsch part 13 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapitre 1: Secret défense
L'agent spécial Franck Toddler était assis derrière son bureau, avec pour seule lumière celle qui provenait de la lampe placée au coin de la table. Il était tard et Franck Toddler était soucieux mais cela n'avait rien à voir avec la fonction de sous directeur qu'il occupait au sein de l'antenne FBI du Minnesota. Ce jour même il avait eu confirmation de ce qu'il soupçonnait depuis déjà un certain temps: Jeff, son fils de dix huit ans, venait d'engager une relation amoureuse avec l'une de ses camarades d'université, une dénommée Abbygail Beckett, étudiante en première année de médecine. Tout cela le contrariait au plus haut point, il était hors de question que son fils néglige ses études pour une histoire sentimentale. C'était la raison pour laquelle il avait donn&
SasuSaku: Reuion Part 7SasuSaku: Reuion Part 74 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sakura closed the door behind her and locked it up. She turned around as she began to walk as she had planned on doing so. She pulled her hoodie closer to her as she felt the wind keep up a little bit. She could never keep her body heat since she was a small frame woman. Sakura looked up at the night sky, a smile spread across her face as she watched the stars and the moon shine so bright.
‘I know a perfect place to clear my mind and watch the night sky.’ She thought to herself.
Sakura closed her eyes and disappeared with the wind. After a second, she reached at the place that will calm her. The cherry blossom walked on the dirty path as her boots tap against the red wood. She walked up the bridge, until she was in the middle. She ran her fingertips gently over the railing of the bridge.
“I don’t know why… this place is so calm to me… I mean all the memoires all four of us made here…