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 Day13 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 21 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
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 Bone1 day 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