Logan's Adventures on The Polar Express Chapter 2Logan's Adventures on The Polar Express Chapter 220 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*As they go inside the passenger train, they could hear the sound of children singing and laughing and curiously take a look. As everyone else was seated, they could see that children were running around, singing a song relating to the Polar Express, while one child playfully tries to tug someone's glasses off, much to the kid's annoyance. They slowly make their way down the aisle, the boy turning slightly to one particular girl, who sat next to another girl reading a Christmas book, her eyes never turning away from the newcomers. The boy just simply takes his seat, while Logan goes to meet up with the others, who beckoned Logan with a seat they saved*
Logan: Thanks, guys.
Isaac: Man, just look at all these kids. It’s like a kindergarten on wheels.
Bonnie: I think they're adorable. They seem just as excited to see Santa Claus like the rest of us.
Isaac: Kinda awkward with us being the only adult passengers on board.
Loki: *growls, translates* Yeah, all that's missing is
MC - The Reaper's Apprentice: CH.2Chapter 2MC - The Reaper's Apprentice: CH.21 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hazel had already twigged that Mattie has never spoken much about his past and has never even mentioned who he had been while still alive but she had briefly caught sight of a dark hole in his chest underneath his cloak. It gave her a clue to the cause of death, although no answers to her many other questions, but if she wanted to find out more, she would have to dig deeper.
Then that's what I'll have to do, she thought, Mattie has been kind to me so far anyway...
"Mattie, was it hard getting used to being dead?" she asked him with innocent curiosity.
The older Reaper paused before answering slowly, "I was confused... scared... not sure how or why this had happened... But I accepted the being dead part when I became what I am now... Granted death powers and immortality... But an existence extremely different from my former life..."
"Oh..." Hazel lowered her head, "I see... It's... it's different for me... I'm still taking it all in..."
"Your heart i
The Daily Grind - Part 1Svenja looked out over the plain, standing in the grass as a few tallish blades brushed against her bare leg, a soft wind pushing them just barely. She scrunched her face up a little bit trying not to giggle, and brushed the tickling blades off her leg. Of all the spots she chose for scouting, did she really have to pick the one with the annoyingly tall vegetation?The Daily Grind - Part 119 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, it was better than being picked apart by whatever creature happened to be prowling the nearby turf at the time. She was a fairly low level, and wielded a small buckler and a shortsword, watching and waiting for something to walk by that she could tackle. Rogues aren't the only ones that hide in the grass, after all.
She did feel out of place though, because rogues ARE the only ones that hide in the grass. Everyone else should be out fighting! The strength department wasn't really her forte, which made her decision to train as a warrior stick out even more. After all, she was much more suited for a more nimble role. Tha
Nothing happened. Take that smile off your face.Thalia's fur brushed Brava's as she followed the dark tigress trough the forest of Shadow Empire. She could hear the chuckles of Kostenlos and Laertes behind her, and the voices of the adults: the leader, Remus, Thalia's brother Evander, and her mentor, Zapada. The snow leopard turned her head to watch the boys. Laertes was telling Kostenlos about the day he and Thalia met, which ended in a clumsy accident envolving a bad jump, an injured paw and lots of mud. She blushed, wondering who, between her crush and her best friend, was more immature. She could stand Laertes - he had a cute way of doing things, and Thalia was often more amused than annoyed - but she wished Kostenlos could be more serious about her. The only reason why she didn't give in to his flirting was because he did that to everyone. And Thalia didn't want to be another one on his little list.Nothing happened. Take that smile off your face.9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Very well." Remus called, and the apprentices stopped. The three gladiators stood facing them, their eyes serious. Evander
Wounded: Chapter 4Wounded: Chapter 4Wounded: Chapter 422 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jay awoke early in the morning with a small sleeping fairy stretched out over his nose. He really didn't want to wake her but he had to get up, he couldn't sacrifice his daily routine. He gently slid his hand under Scarlet's body and lifted her up. He placed her on the pillow next to him. Jay got out of bed and proceeded to do his usual morning routine. He didn't know why. He didn't have to go to work today. It was just how he was; he really hated things being out of order.
He exited the bathroom and a sat down on the bed to put his shoes on. He looked over at Scarlet who was still sleeping peacefully. Jay was really beginning to like the tiny fairy. She was very sweet, and he really felt the need to nurse her back to health.
Jay bent over above Scarlet and examined her wings. There was a large tear down the center of her upper left wing. Jay backed away and sighed. He knew it would be a while before she healed. Jay looked her over for any other injuries. The only th
The Princess And The TravelerThere was a beautiful girl in a world of darkness. She was trapped by her own self, her own spirit. She wanted to escape but her spirit prevented her from escaping.The Princess And The Traveler18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She tried it every day and every night until she was found by an old traveler. the traveler could visit her every day and he loved her, she was young and beautiful and the traveler was old and scarred all over his face.
they loved eachother for a long time, for millennia's. they were happy together but the traveler had to hide for her spirit who visited her every day of the year to torture her. she was full of scars and the traveler tried to heal them. she was in pain and she wanted to leave. the traveler told her to wait for a few more millennia and then she would be free. she didn't want to and she wanted to see other worlds with him. the traveler disapproved it and stayed with her as long as he could, he slept with her, played with her, talked to her about other worlds but she wasn't happy with his decision. the
A hero's painThrough all the pain, the blood, the heart-shattering breakdowns. The loss of those he held dear.A hero's pain19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
From an innocent child in a Lost forest, to a young adult who is not who he thought he was. To gain strengh, wisdom, friends and family, yet even more alone in the end then ever before.
To go through such hardships as defeating your Darker self and being on the brink of death, just before being saved. Such would cause a person to go mad, if not already dead from the very start of the journey. Yet a young hero with the mental capacity of a mere boy goes through it all and more, with nobody to understand the suffering he has to endure.
His loneliness opens multiple paths, he may become stronger then ever before and defeat the beast that was nothing but pure hate, or he might get slayed by the evil that darkened his world. It is your decision.
Glowsprite pony Race information (expanded)Glowsprite Pony Racial informationGlowsprite pony Race information (expanded)4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Both Genders- both Genders have large ears with feathered hair on the outsides of the ears. They tend to be smaller then an average pony with a lighter build. Both genders have plants on them that grow out from the base of there tails.
Males- Males tend to be dark in body color with glowing markings all over there body in many shape and designs. They have a long whip like tail witch normally is clutching a small cage much like a Chinese cricket cage. The tails themselves have long vines wrapped around growing from the base of the tail and large feather veined leaves. Hairstyles vary but are normal cropped short tho on occasions some males will leave there hair long and bound back.
Female- Females tend to have light colors and more natural marking stripes spots and stippling. There tails are quite a bit shorter then the males and end in a large lotus like flower. Like the males they have a plant that grows from the base of there tail and wr
SAO: Chapter 5. DuelingIt was early morning on floor 7 and the players were waking up one by one and coming out of their respective sleeping places. Zuakra stretched his arms, pulled his sword from his back, pulled out a cloth and some cleaning goo he had won in a quest. He combined the good and the cloth and started polishing his sword with it. this goo not only made his sword shine more, it also repaired durability, so he could continue fighting with it.SAO: Chapter 5. Dueling8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ki sat a few tables behind him, having herself a breakfast. She checked out the paper for any possible quests in the area that could be to her liking. There were quite some cities here and she had only gotten here two days ago. She had her trusted katana at her side and was ready to leave for the first quest after she finished her breakfast.
Ryuujin was already awake and had headed out to the next town. He was already looking for this floor’s floor boss. So many players needed help, so many wanted to go home. The only way that was going to happen was
The AmnesiacThe amnesiac strolled down the sidewalks of Brooklyn, on his way home from getting groceries. His family would be waiting for him.The Amnesiac11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He went casually down a side-street shortcut, empty save for a glum faced young man crossing in the other direction.
The man glanced over, eyes sad, then did a double take, following the amnesiac’s progress for a moment before he grinned hugely and rushed across the street towards him.
“Thomas!” The man cried, flinging himself upon the very confused boy, who let out an undignified squawk and dropped his bags of groceries as he struggled to worm his way free, but the other was too excited to notice this.
“Oh my God Tommy, it’s you. It’s really you. You’re OK. Alice and I - God we’ve been so worried, and Dad's just - holy shit this is insane. I’m so sorry I lost you I mean, I - we – we thought you were dead man. Oh thank God you’re safe. We’ve got to get you home - to tell the others
Unicorns“So I have a lead” Drade chimed settling on the chair across from Sam on the patio of the coffee shop they’d chosen that morning.Unicorns2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh, what’s that?” Sam asked looking over the newspaper he’d been reading
Everyone in the group had been busy with other cases when Drade came across one that seemed pretty important. Sam was the only one who was semi free so not really wanting to go into an unknown with out someone to back her up Drade asked if Sam could help her out, of course he said yes. Sam hadn’t gone on a case alone with Drade before so he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect but so far he was enjoying being with her cause Drade wasn’t uptight like Dean who would baby him at every little turn nor was she Teresa who he felt the need to protect all the time making it almost…relaxing to be around Drade.
“Apparently in the forest just outside of town a lot of people go missing” Drade explained pointing over her
11.12.2013 - Das verschwundene MehlÜber ein Jahr war bereits vergangen, seit ich gemeinsam mit Jangali aus unserer Heimatstadt geflohen war. Die damit verbundenen Unruhen hatten sich bis auf wenige Gerüchte gelegt und mittlerweile konnten wir uns sogar wieder auf Märkte und unter die Leute wagen, ohne dass man in uns den zweiten Prinzen von Candrama und den Sohn des Generals erkannte. Wir hatten uns an ein Leben als einfache Händler angepasst und keiner von uns beiden vermisste, was wir hinter uns gelassen hatten. Allerhöchstens vielleicht den Wohlstand. Denn Geld, so mussten wir feststellen, war zum Überleben in diesem von Sanddünen bedeckten Land durchaus von Nöten. Weshalb kaum einer damit um sich warf, Misstrauen in die Qualität unserer Waren an der Tagesordnung lag und wir gelegentlich auch mit Diebstahl und Überfällen zu kämpfen hatten. Lange Rede, kurzer Sinn: Reich waren wir nicht gerade. Und selbst wenn für uns das gemeinsame Leben in Freiheit11.12.2013 - Das verschwundene Mehl12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summoner Part 11Something had been bridged between myself and Jonathan and he woke me once we were perhaps two hours from the manor so that we could talk. Our trunk was packed with things we'd need and my two immortals were in the backseat, Larinst asleep, Quix reading. He'd insisted on bringing things from the library and I was somewhat surprised by his choices. Some intellectual books on science and language, and then the rest were mostly popular fiction. There were a number of young adult books in the household library – all the popular ones that had jumped the gap to adult interest, unsurprisingly. Quix had taken most of those. He was reading one now. It seemed like an odd choice.Summoner Part 1112 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'd brought clothing and other necessities, as had Jonathan. He also brought with him a tool chest, the kind I'd find in a garage, and told me it held spell components and medical supplies. Just in case. The rituals of magic weren't terribly complex, he said, but he still didn't want to be caught without anything i
miss cinnamSymbolhight: Kagaramiss cinnam1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Age: 6.5 sweeps
Caste: Teal (one shade higher than Terezi)
Lusus: Foxmom (approximately the size of a crocodile)
Strife Specibi: Batkind
Quadrantmates: POKKIN, MURASA. CASTE: INDIGO. STATUS: MOIRAIL.
Registered Quirk: [My name is C|nnam Kagara and | am s|x sweeps o/d.]
God Tier: Mage of Blood
==> Be the apathetic tealblood.
Your name is CINNAM KAGARA and that's not completely fair. You're not always listless, but you are prone to FITS OF APATHY where you LAY DOWN and DO NOTHING for extended periods of time, which is kind of a dangerous habit, since one of these days somebody is going to kill you and feed you to their lusus. You always get an earful from Mom whenever it happens. It does happen more often than you'd like to admit. But it's nothing a visit from or chat with your beloved MOIRAIL can't fix. She's a little weird, being a HIGH PROPHETES
Mindy voreKamikaze Squirrel was journeying to Bikini Bottom when he ran into Mindy. "Mindy, my old enemy it is time to end what we started." So the battle at its climax ended when he fell into her mouth, punched her uvula and was swallowed whole. "Drat." he said, ending the day.Mindy vore31 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Deadly Dream.Walking around, I look around my new world, white is all I see for miles. The whole room, at least that's what it looks like, is just snow white giving me a sense of blindness. What is this place I wonder how did I get here. Thinking for a long time the answer finally comes to me I must be dreaming.A Deadly Dream.3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
SNAP!!! Looking around I hear what sounds like dry wall break off and fall to the ground. Turning around I automatically see where the source of the noise was because there is now a small square in the wall that color seems to seep through. Heading towards it I get a sense of nostalgia as the smell of baked chocolate chip cookies begin to gather around me and as I get closer to the square the smell begins to grow stronger, slowly though. Though warnings begin to sound left and right in my head to start running from it, i continue onward because my curiosity manages to put down those warnings but I remain tense and ready. An underlying smell hidden in the cookies s
Cool Drink Of WaterYear 757 of the New Age, Early SpringCool Drink Of Water10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Silverthorne, Outskirts of Silverwood
Skarth's brown eyes considered the spiraling horns that rested upon the ground thoughtfully. It was not the first time that he had lost his horns (it was, in fact, his eighth year of life) yet it never ceased to catch him off guard. His mother had often told him, as a young fawn, that she would save his horns for him so that he might see their slow, yet regal, growth but, forgetful as she later became, she discarded them as rubbish.
The stag shook his head to try and get used to the light, empty feeling. Each year he had always felt quite naked without his horns but, with the events of last summer fresh in his mind, anxiety now burned deep within his chest. Skarth felt vulnerable.
Stepping away from the horns, he paced over to a small pool of water that had collected in the natural basin of a stone. Peering down into its shallow depths, the red stag tilted his face first to the right,