Intertwined transformationThe moon creates light.Intertwined transformation2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
enough to move shadows, letting them dance in the night.
The shadow of one can transform, into anything it pleases, so long if it desires it, no matter of the dark. it follows us and lets us know when the light is behind us, it lets us turn to look up at it, and continue on without fear of the dark.
Holding are head up high in the mist of the moon, we feel alive and somewhat in peace, watching the water and tide flow with ease, letting its cold air blow away the tears of heartache, letting the storm pass along, forgetting and forgiving everything that's happened so far. knowing you're be alright again that flowing of a new day to come has only sparked a flame inside, one that will burn greatly in the night.
As the heart repairs itself with the will of time. the blackest of memory's will begin to fade, in a heart transformed. You have the ability to forget all pains, to let go of all worries, you don't need anymore regret, or shame. a new start to an old journey
One incident after another Part 1Not long after they were reinstated into ponyville, Twilight and her friends went right back to living like they used to. Rainbow dash was kicking clouds like a normal job. Applejack was working on her farm, Fluttershy returned Philomena to the Princess and continued to take care of the other animals, Rarity went back to making wonderful dresses, Pinkie Pie was spreading joy as usual, and Twilight was back at her library reading. It seemed like another fine, ordinary day in Ponyville. After she was done with the clouds, Rainbow dash decided to visit Twilight.One incident after another Part 12 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a knock at the door and Twilight answered. Then Rainbow Dash came in. Twilight said “HI Rainbow dash, what do you want?” Rainbow dash replied “Has the new Daring-Do book come out yet?” Twilight replied “No, not yet. However, I do have the most recent copy of the last Daring-Do book. Have you read that?” Rainbow dash looked at the cover and said “Nope, but I am going to right now.
Brother WolfCrackling fire. Howling winds running across the gray wastelands outside.Brother Wolf1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"'You are free. The Bad Men let you be. So why are you weeping?', the Grand Grandfather asked Brother Wolf. Miserably, Brother Wolf bawled to the Grand Grandfather: 'I don't deserve this. I've done bad. In the night, I sold out all of my seven brothers and sisters, just to save myself. They are lost so I could live free.' If you recall, Brother Wolf had the unique power of always speaking truth - which had made it really hard for him to trick his siblings - and the Grand Grandfather saw that Brother Wolf had not lost his power. The Grand Grandfather spoke with mighty voice: 'Your misdeeds shall be undone, just as all the Bad Men who have put you up to them shall be undone.' And the most amazing miracle happened - the Grand Grandfather's cloak started swirling and swirling like a mighty tornado, growing larger and larger until it encompassed all of the land you could see. It spinned faster and faster, reaching all
The Most Interesting GameLuke couldn’t banish the nagging fear from the surface of his mind. He spoke in a hushed voice, trying to sound casual, curious. “Do they bite?” he said.The Most Interesting Game2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Owen stopped and turned to look down over his shoulder. His eyes glowed yellow and he flashed a toothy grin. “Stop asking pup questions,” he said. “If it has a mouth, it can bite. And believe me, you don’t want to get nailed by one of these things. I know a guy, got his nose bit off. Clean off. And then his skin all rotted away around the wound. They call him Skull-Face Sam now.”
Owen lowered his nose to the ground again and continued walking. His claws clicked on the shabby cobblestones and the little glass vials tied to his belt made gentle clinks with every step he took. The other team was close enough to smell, but remained unheard.
Dread held Luke rooted to the spot for a few moments. He thought he could feel the chilly night air seeping through his pelt and caressing his skin. When
Eyes On The Road Steven grabbed his phone off the counter. Looking down at the sleek phone, he made sure it was fully charged. He dashed to his car and drove off to pick up Matthew. Matthew was waiting for him at the sidewalk by his house. Matthew was a good person, but he was terrible to drive with. He was paranoid, anxious, and chatty. Steven stopped right beside him and honked the horn. Matthew jumped in the passenger seat and buckled up. Steven put the car into drive and sped off to the bar. The bar was about 120 miles out of town, but it was the best around. Matthew kept pestering Steven to speed up. Every time he asked, Steven got angrier and angrier. They had about 50 more miles to go when he lost his mind. “Hey, you’re driving slow enough I can jump out and run faster. How about you speed u-“Eyes On The Road2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“SHUT THE HELL UP!” he yelled. Steven slammed on the brak
A World Too Tiny for Hero's (Part 1)Warning: Story contains soft vore, safe vore, child vore, and insect vore. Don't like then don't read. Enjoy.A World Too Tiny for Hero's (Part 1)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hiding in a giant bush. Three little ones watched from a good distance as a frog lady sat out in the open, crocking quietly. "There it is guys. The wart monster." Said Tom, a 10 year old boy with tanned skin, ashed colored hair, and yellow eyes. He was often seen as the leader of the group. "You sure about this? What if your plane doesn't workout Tom?" Criticized Clair. She was the same age as Tom but was born much later then him. She had orange hair, light skin, and purple eyes. "Trust me it will work. It has to. I've seen my dad do it tones of times when we went hunting."
"And if it doesn't we all get eaten, again." Said Huck, who had light skin like Clair, green eyes, and brown hair. "It will work. Try having a little faith will ya?" Said Tom. The plan was to tame the frog lady by first capturing it.
In this world. All mammals, reptiles,
[TGB] | Eet. [Part 2][Yellow-Light | Zarya | LT Camp] This is really happening. I’m actually letting a cat hurt himself. But it was safer if she was there, right? If she wasn’t… Maybe he’d have done it anyways. Maybe he’d hurt himself and not have someone there. I really shouldn’t have planted that idea in his mind- I need to think before I speak! Really. Padding slowly to the lake, Zarya gulped. ”Wait- swim? Why would I have to -oh.” Spirits damn it! The only healer in the entire lands that had issues with touch, and she had to be the one to drag him out of the water when he half drowned. ”I- I can swim. Kind of.” She’d only had the one lesson with Seraphiel, but, well, she’d managed that time. ”But It might be better if you didn’t actually go too far.” Guilt. She was feeling guilty[TGB] | Eet. [Part 2]1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
World of Absenterra 1: SummonsIt was unususual to be summoned so early. The big man almost never calls us in unless its jeopardizing to the great balance of things. As I walked along the central corridor my mind attacked me with rapid-fire questions. Why am I summoned? Am I going alone? Are peoples' lives on the line? What will await me on this mission? Will I be blindly walking into my demise? It all played and replayed over and over in my head like a broken record. My body started to tense up with every step forward. I could feel my heart thrashing in my chest and my hands grow cold. Every moment seemed longer than the last and that I wasn't even moving; like I was stuck in this purgatory awating the worst that I could see, but it would never come.World of Absenterra 1: Summons1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
A weight falls on my left shoulder, heavy and firm. I spin on my heels and throw a punch. It doesn't even hit. My fist is frozen- trapted in a warm hand wrapped in leather. I panic. I try to break free, but its useless; the grip is just too strong. Lookin
The Caribbean - Pirate!England x Reader 2The Caribbean - Pirate!England x Reader 24 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The captain led me to the deck where I saw the whole crew gathered around chatting, drinking or just sitting on crates lazily. The Frenchman that told me to talk to the captain came up behind me and hugged my waist, his chin rested on my shoulder. Even though I was a girl in disguise it doesn't mean I act fully like a guy, oh god this position was awkward. I squeaked and pushed him off...resulting in him falling backwards and doing a back roll and finally landing into another crew member. This resulted in them fighting and me awkwardly standing there with the Captain. I laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of my head. The captain looked down at me, a smirk on his face
"Well then, Ive never seen that happen. You technically beat one of my crew members and your new." He commented holding his chin in thought once more. I laughed lightly
"I train myself in fighting, Im quite good." I boasted, smirking. The captain laugh
A Bad, Bad NightmareThe Tin Woodswoman slumped over, staring down at her hands as rusty tears slipped down her cheeks.A Bad, Bad Nightmare8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
" They look like big, good, strong hands, don't they?"
She clenched her fists, a sob wracking her body.
" I always thought that's what they were."
She looked around the empty room, hearing the howls and screeches of the flying monkeys that crowded the now pillaged house.
" Oh...my little friends. The Kansas girl and her strangely-human dog, the Scarecrow, even the Cowardly Cat...i couldn't hold onto them."
Her head hung down, and she sniffled before fresh sobs rusted her even more.
" The Witch pulled them right out of my hands. I failed."
A window shattered downstairs.
" Listen...the Witch will be here any minute...."
This was the end.
" I will just sit here, and let them take me away too."
Her chin dipped once more, and she cried so hard her tin rattled.
There she froze, frozen by her lamenting tears.
Frozen, waiting for the cries of her friends to fade from her ears.
They look like g
Life of a DWMA student.(Soul Eater Story)Prologue; Looks,magic,and personalities.Life of a DWMA student.(Soul Eater Story)12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As of today, August 20th, Candy her weapon partner Rayina, Varsini, and her weapon partner Nancy, all walk up the DWMA's 1000 stairs.The DWMA stands for Death Weapon Miester Academy, and which they train miesters and their weapons to fight kishins. The four girls just 'died' when they found out they all had the exact same classes,and they where heading to a "Dr.Steins's" classroom.
Candy, the eldest of the group (16), had natural long light-blue hair with pink highlights,which she always parts to the right, barely covering her purple glasses. If she tries to change the part, it automatically goes back to the original.She has hazel (Green and Brown mixed) eyes, shes the shortest of the group at 5'4.Candy wears dark blue skinny jeans, green converse,and a red and white T-shirt. If its cold out, the same thing but wit
spring feverBirds flew overhead. She could hear them calling to each other. The trees rustled quietly in the breeze. Small critters explored the newly green surroundings. Miri sat on a small tarp in Oceanea’s park, while her “sisters” Alyssa and Iris sat eating all kinds of cute cakes and cookies, and giving Miri the occasional “I’m worried about your mental health” look.spring fever14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Miri stood up and walked a few steps away, held her arms out to her sides, threw her head back and breathed in the fresh Spring air. She giggled as the soft winds played with her hair. She started spinning around, oblivious to her “sisters'” worried looks. She finally fell back and sighed with content as she watched the clouds and birds fly by. It so happened that as she was doing this, Oceanea had come by and had seen the entire thing. As miri had not done any harm, it wasn’t as though Oceanea was cross but she was highly confused over the wind whisperer’s strange
Who'd Have Known: Chapter 2Chapter 2Who'd Have Known: Chapter 215 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adalwin had grown accustomed to life in the palace. To others she was Adalwin, but to Loki she was always Alfhild. She became used to her studies and found the Nine Realms fascinating. She grew adeptly at her magic abilities and soon took after her father in his skills.
She lacked physical strength due to her mortal blood, but quickly made up for that in her magical talents. Her favorite weapon became a knife and one time Loki even found her attempting to use his set of knives. He promptly took them away after panicking about the sharp objects in her immediate vicinity.
She grew ever closer with Loki and he ended up being the only person she trusted, and the only one she ever thought she would trust. He was also the first and only person to make her smile.
“Alfhild,” he said as he crouched around the room, “Where are you my little minx?”
Adalwin stayed hiding under the bed during the game of hide and seek. She had gotten better since their first game.
BranThe shrill screech of the phone jerked me from my sleep. My hand fumbled along the bedside table, knocking something off which landed on the floor with a worrying smash, before stumbling across my phone. It stopped it's screaming the instant my fingers reached it. Scowling, I considered shuffling back under the duvet. The room was still dark, the soft glow of a lone porch light flickering dimly through the curtain, and the house, aside from the gentle groans it made, was silent as it slept. It must be early, I thought, if even my sisters still slept.Bran16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I might have gone back to sleep, except the shrill ringing started up again.
"Oh, for the love of..." My voice trailed off as I saw the caller ID. This could not be happening!
Ravens exist for death. There is no way to dress it up pretty, or change the facts to suit you. Ravens live only for the sweet scent of death, the magic that embodies it, and the darkness that follows. I know, because I am one.
I didn't know it in the beginning.
Time Bubbles II: Things That Don't Change RVTime Bubbles II: Things That Don't Change RV15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
- А ты уверена, что это безопасно? - спросила Бон-Бон, склонившись над глиняной чашкой, в которой булькало нечто переливавшееся, как ртуть, и менявшее цвет каждую секунду,
a child was bornYear 758 of The New Age - Springa child was born22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blackwood - around Kira’s den.
Go patrol the border, they said. Then you do your job, they said. He was doing his job! Protecting his doe and future child! Kira snorted loudly and flicked with his tail, making some of the needles of the trees rustle. The ground was still moisted of the previous night … and days! Days! They had send him on patrol at the northern border, now that the snow was gone, to see if no pesky little Silverthorns or Glenmorians would come to their ground to steal their precious herbs.
He had wanted the job, for once, to be over as quick as he could. He didn’t liked the idea of Miir being alone in the den, with the yearling Ember at her side, unprotected.
His den wasn’t laying next to the main herds place so she wasn’t jumping in the eyes of other stags, but there were still lone wolves that were walking around and would take each change for a new doe in their harem. But Miir was his! And his al
PrayersFeaturing VeraPrayers1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Early Spring, Year 757 of the New Age
Silver Vale, Silverthorne
Grian was beginning her descent from the sky, moving slowly but effortlessly across the heavens with her mane of fire and radiance. No shadow could hide from her essence and no land could avoid her warmth, but there was one creature who felt as cold as the winter ocean and could see no light in the darkness. It stretched on for eternity, swallowing her whole and pressing down on her from every angle.
Vera sighed and lifted her blue eyes to the horizon where the wispy clouds were lit up in golden and pink flames. A trio of doves fluttered up from the tree tops in the distance to cut a wide arch across the skyline. She wondered for the very first time what it was like to be a bird; they were so carefree and could escape their troubles at any time with only a beat of their wings. She’d never seen a he
Learning of Your Past (GTS RP)It was middle aged times. Man kind was still evolving in all sorts of ways in magic, tools, clothes, weapons, machines, etc. You were nothing more, but a peasant who served and was raised by a jerk of an uncle, who always seemed to try to avoid the subject about your families past. But one day, a woman in robes visited your home and requested to see you, having something to give you. However, your uncle told her to go away only to get a foot to the crouch, delivered by the strange woman as he laid on the ground wincing at her feet. The woman then relived to have green scales on some parts of her face, gray horns on her head ,and red eyes that belonged to a serpent. Removing the robe then showed the sliver armor she wore, as well as the green wings then spewed out of her back ,and the tail that connected to her rear.Learning of Your Past (GTS RP)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
She then handed you a piece of paper before explaining you were next in line to take place on your adopted parents thrown....as the king/queen of monsters. She then explain
Interrogation part 1The room was unnervingly dark except for a single light illuminating a single person sitting at a cold barren table. A man looking to be in his thirties, scruffy with red brown hair and a goatee. He had the look of trouble maker, but not at all strong and thus not very threatening. More like a rebellious teenager trapped in a grown man's body. You could almost feel sorry for the man. But then you look at his eyes. Those golden eyes couldn't help but make you wonder: is there more to this man than meets the eye?Interrogation part 12 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You brush off those thoughts. No need to unnerve yourself now. With a deep breath you clear your mind and prevent it from any more unsettling wondering. Your nerves settled, you open the door to the room and calmly walk over to the chair across from the man. Taking a seat, you look at the man avoiding his eyes.
The man winced under the harsh light, his fingers tapping impatiently upon the table. "What is this an interrogation or something!? I agreed to answer a few questions, no