Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
The Surfer and the Merman CH 1The Surfer and the Merman CH 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was beautiful, sunny day in Cayucos, California. However, even the perfect weather couldn't improve the mood of one of the local residents as he gloomily walked across the sand. Surfboard in his hand, he stared out into the horizon, his natural blonde hair blowing in the wind. He then realized that he was the only person on the beach, which just made him feel worse. He felt so alone lately, ever since summer began. His parents had left him for a whole month to go visit relatives who lived a few states away. The poor surfer couldn't go with his parents because he had to take summer school classes.
"Fucking Econ...." He grumbled to himself.
The poor highschooler didn't even have any friends to help him with his loneliness. Besides his good looks and likeable personality, he was painfully shy and only had a few friends. And those few friends happened
One ChanceElliot is four. He watches his grandfather breathe out cigarette smoke in his creaking armchair. The living room is small enough to be heated by the portable radiator near his grandfather's slippers. When the old man realises his grandson waits for him, he begins.One Chance3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"This is a ruined world, son. Diseased with hatred and war before you were born." He takes a drag on his cigarette and Elliot breathes in the coming smoke. "This world is dead, but I know there's another. We could go to it if we only knew the way." Elliot's grandfather smiles at his thoughts. "There's another place put aside for us. I'll find the door one day."
The radiator splutters to its death and the old man curses his misfortune.
Elliot is ten. His hair is in a ponytail because that's how his brother wears it and his big brother's the best. Nick Ward and his friends from the year above don't think so.
They grab Elliot as soon as he leaves the cubicle in the little boy's room and pushes him face first into a wall, holding
SW: To Whom it May ConcernPrince on vacation.SW: To Whom it May Concern3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FlutteringsIt hurted.Flutterings3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My stomach was hurting for days. Mama said it was probably ulcer or maybe my drinking of so much Coke. But I ate and I ate and never drank Coke, and still my stomach hurted. Even if Mama went to the place where herbal plants grow to get a bunch of leaves so that she could squish them and put them in my drink, my stomach didn't stop hurting.
Papa said it was time to call the doctor, so he put on his funny straw hat and went to call the doctor. And when he came back, there was a funny-looking man that followed him into our little house. He had long kinky hair with white stuff in it and when he smiled he had very few teeth. His skin was brown, and his clothes was brown, and his hair was brown. He looked like mud.
Papa said, This is Pachiko.
And I said, Hello Pachiko.
And Pachiko smiled with the very few teeth that he had. Then he touched my stomach. He touched it for a long time, long enough for me to ask why he was touching it.
Then he took his hand off my stomach and looked a
11:Elle's Wedding Day"Miss! Miss!" Thomas cried.11:Elle's Wedding Day2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle opened her eyes with a groan to find Thomas leaning over her, his little hands on her shoulder as he tried to shake her awake.
"What time is it?" She croaked.
Stretching, she turned onto her side and glanced at the porthole, frowning when she saw that it was still dark.
"It's just after dawn!" Thomas said, sitting beside her on the narrow bed.
Elle sighed, tugging the thin sheet more tightly around her shoulder. She had made it a habit to sleep as late as she could, not because she was depressed, she assured herself, but because it meant less time spent anywhere near Elias, and more time spent devising a plan.
"Why on Earth are you waking me up so early?" Elle asked, just as a deafening BOOM rocked the ship.
Elle shot up in the bed, grabbing Thomas protectively around the shoulders. "What the hell was that?" She shrieked.
Thomas laughed. "It's alright Miss, just a signal shot to let Tearny know we intend to make port."
Elle stood up and stretched
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stephano. . .
I took in the flames on the wick of the candle as it danced graciously in the surrounding darkness, it giving out the only illuminating glow.
I couldn't resume my dormancy.
What had caused me to break so easily? I had dishonored myself, made myself look like a fool.
I was frail.
But. . . I couldn't shake away the feelings I've had for PewDie. It was wrong, the kiss we shared earlier, but I enjoyed it. I loved the warm feel of his lips against my cool, metallic, golden ones. I craved the feel of his touch, how he held me so carefully. . . so close.
I just. . .
The rustling sound of dead leaves pulled me away from my thoughts, the soft breeze that caressed me sent goosebumps trailing along my skin, causing me to shiver. As I rubbed my arms, hoping for some warmth to reach them once more, my gaze wondered as I watched a form sit upwards, rubbing their head as if they had just slammed it into the cracked stone floor beneath them.
Curious as to see w
To Dream of FallingI dream of falling.To Dream of Falling4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's not a dream common to angels. After all, we have a pair of wings--or two or three--and we can use them. We float upon the air, dance among the stars, shape the clouds with our breath, and so on. All that lovely wordplay to describe an indescribable. A joy, a graceless power. Flight.
Humans dream of it often, I am told. It makes sense. They have no wings save for what they create with their hands. Airplanes, hang gliders, helicopters. Kites. They are obsessed with the sky, more so than the angels themselves, many of whom will fly three thousand miles rather than walk across the street.
And yet I dream of falling.
And in my dreams, I always start out as what I am--a bookish secretary pushed into a role never intended for him--and I always end as a human.
And the first thing I feel is falling.
Sometimes I jump off the edge of one of the Heavens.
Impulsive Idiot. Reader x RivailleImpulsive Idiot. Reader x Rivaille6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He said, shifting his arms behind his back to fold upon themselves tightly. The men and women saluted their superior officer once as he passed them, nodding occasionally so they understood he acknowledged them. His stride paused when he came across a familiar [h/c]-haired young woman that did not salute and was munching away at something with her back turned, bickering with one Sasha Braus over who would eat the last of what.
The Lance Corporal curled his lip and made a sound of displeasure, placing the sole of his boot on the young lady's back and applying pressure - enough for her to realize he was there and not entirely happy.
"Cadet [L. Name]."
The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and a chill rippled down her spine, the terror in her eyes was evident - thus cuing Sasha to slink away while Rivaille had his attention focused on [Name].
She could feel that piercing stare drilling into the back of her head, she debating whether or no
Jeff The Killer x Reader Part 1You checked the calender above your bed drawing a star on the 11th of September, Your birthday. You only had a few days to go. You didn't have school today because it was Labor day weekend. You got out of bed and went straight to the shower. Then got dressed in a soft white tank top, (f/c) cardigan sweater and black skinny jeans. You walked downstairs and into the kitchen.Jeff The Killer x Reader Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mom?" You called. No response, She was probably at her friend Tamyka's house watching boring musicals from the 80's and drinking coffee. You sighed, and opened the cabinet, pulling out a box of Lucky Charms. Thats when you noticed the note on the refrigerator. You pulled if off and read:
HEY __________ IM AT THE PARK WITH TAMYKA. YOU TOOK TO LONG TO WAKE UP.
YOU CAN MEET US DOWN THERE IF YOU LIKE.
You folded up the note and placed it on the counter and checked the clock on the microwave. It was already 1:30. Grabbing the carton of milk from the fridge you f
A way to shut you up! AmericaXReaderA way to shut you up! AmericaXReader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"NONONONONONONOON~ FUUUUUUUCK! SHIT YOU FUCKING SON OF A WARARARARARAR~"
_____ laughed as she watched her best friend ,Alfred, scream at the computer as he played a custom story of "Amnesia" . He seemed to like the game but also get the shit scared out of him when he played -not to mention his cute outbursts when he's trying to run away from uh whatever those things were.
"NOOOO! RUN LIKE A BOSS! RUN LIKE A BOSS! RUN! RUN!!" Alfred cried out smacking him keyboard like crazy. ____ couldn't help but to hold her gut as this scene played through. She watched as he stared at the screen intensely yelling out random gibberish. _____ held in giggles as he flipped the keyboard when the screen went black saying "you have to carry on "
"I DON'T WANNA FUCKING CARRY ON!!!" Alfred yelled slumping in his chair and giving a childish pout. _____ busted out in a giggle fit once more. He looked over at her with that same pout. "You think it's funny?" he asked. She cau
9: Elias' RevengeElle stumbled forward onto the beach on hands and knees, just as a wave crashed against her. She fell forward onto her stomach, gasping for air as she tried to catch her breath. Her muscles screamed, her shoulders and arms trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating swim. Her legs cramped, needles of pain crawling over her calves when she tried to stretch her legs. But she had made it, she was alive.9: Elias' Revenge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rolled onto her back with a groan, her whole body protesting. Staring up at the starry sky, Elle pushed the damp hair that clung to her cheeks out of her face, bringing herself up onto her elbows. She looked out at the water which shimmered in the moonlight, and in the distance she could make out the silhouette of the Revenge, and she sighed with relief when she realized that it was moving away.
Her relief was quickly replaced by guilt when she thought of Thomas. She had left him behind. She shook her head, unable to believe her own selfishness. She should have fought harder,
2P!America x Reader: Why You PT.22P!America x Reader: Why You PT.21 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hey guys! Yup the next part is up. sorry its not as awesome ;A; but Al is being more of a sadist around you now xD//shot//
hope you like it...
While Al wasn't in the room, you decided to make the best of being alone and think of a way to get out. Playing around and brushing your beautiful ((hair length)) ((hair color)) hair you started thinking. 'Al isn't an idiot, I can't play around him that easy, I'm also not one for good manipulation' you start to recite in your head, 'but I'm not an idiot either maybe if I start b*tching he'd grow tired of me and throw me out or just smash my head into a bazillion pieces with his bat. Option 2 is more likely'. Was there any way around this guy!? Calling anyone from your phone which was thrown a bit ago wasn't an option, you tried, but it was broken. You hear the door knob turn and you quickly straightened up.
Al, of course, came in; tossing his bat on the floor, it dripping some liquid which you obviously could tell was blood. He walke
GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.Golem1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the hillside, for no people came to sweep the shards away. This too we forgive, for our eyes remained littering the ground and it allowed us to see.
We saw you crowned and we rejoiced though our own heads were shattered. We saw rings on your fingers and we applauded though our own hands were lost. We saw robes on your shoulders and we were glad, though our o
The Surfer and the Merman CH 2The Surfer and the Merman CH 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Skye was in his almost completely dark bedroom, the only light coming from the open bathroom door. He could hear gentle splashes coming from the tub as he searched through his drawers for his pajamas. Once he found them, he placed them on his bed and decided to check on the merman just in case he had decided to randomly vanish into thin air. As he entered, Cyan smiled happily at him. He looked comfortable, as if he were laying in a bed.
"Guess I won't be taking a bath before bed tonight..." Skye mumbled to himself, but Cyan still heard him.
"You can still take a bath. I feel bad for barging into your home like this, so you can just forget that I am here." Cyan offered.
"Feeling bad for barging into my home? He BEGGED me to take him with me. And forget that he's here?? How can I forget about a mermaid in my bathtub??" Skye thought as he scratched his head nervously.
"Its important for you humans to stay clean, right? I heard they sweat a lot. Pl
Creationism She took the clay into her hands and rolled it around. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could feel the imperfections in the little sphere, but she would never think to smooth them out. It was the little things that gave each of her creations character.Creationism2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This particular ball gave way to spiky tips and deep depressions. She held it up and blew on it to speed its drying. When it was ready, she brought out the paints. The low parts became blue and fluid, and the spiky places turned gray. But she didn't stop there. The in between places were painted green and brown, and she came away a little and painted white puffy shapes. And then she waited.
For a long time, nothing happened. Then there was movement, but still she was disappointed. This one didn't glow the way some of her creations did. She moved in for a closer look at the globe. Perhaps she could figure out what had gone wrong.
Dear DoctorDear DoctorDear Doctor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
Hannibal didnt invite me to dinner
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something exciting to happen in my life
Hope to see you soon
Miss Tansybaum's CarnivalBy all accounts, Miss Tansybaum's Circus of the Moderately Peculiar should not have continued to operate. They were a very small operation as circuses went, they had no rides and their menagerie consisted of a single geriatric lion and a handful of obscure species, such as the Sudanese Crooning Lizards, who were obscure for a reason. Sure, Brendan the Mono-juggler could keep a single ball in the air for hours, but you got tired of watching after the first few minutes.Miss Tansybaum's Carnival4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lord Maggothaunch's Carnival of the Un-Ordinary should have crushed them out of existence in the first year--indeed, that was among the lord's stated goals--and its failure to do so was a source of intense frustration for him. Did he not have scantily clad women and a genuine, if sullen tiger? Did he not have a genuine freakshow, with real live freaks, including a pair of dubious Siamese twins and a two-headed calf in a jar?
Miss Tansybaum did not have a freakshow (at least not in the conventional sense, although the less
I'm your kitty, babe!I'm your kitty, babe!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
(A/N: in this you're both 12 years old, but like the innocent type, not the type in today's generation -.-'')
I watched her slump in her desk as she buried her face into her arms nuzzling her sleeves slightly. I furrowed my eyebrows realizing what was wrong, ____ was upset. Sure I'm stating the obvious but this wasn't an exception. _____ was never and I repeat- NEVER upset! She's always happy and smiling, like me! The Hero! B-but never mind that! ____'s the topic here.
I walked up to her, painting on my awesome heroic smile and sat across from her. "Hey ____!!!" I cheered happily. She looked slowly peeked up from the desk with her glossy (e/c) eyes . "Hi " she mumbled before looking back down. I frowned. What happened to a 'HEY ALFIE!' that I would always get? What happened to the big hugs that she'd give me that usually failed because she was soo tiny? Gee- I sort of missed them.
I tilted my head as I leaned down on my hands planting my elbows on the desk with
Demons are Smarter Than YouThe mist obediently hovers within the binding circle, coming once more and tamely to my call. How raucous it was when first I summoned it! How loudly it roared its name to the ceiling—how silent were the heavens that night. But now it is silent when it arrives, as silent as the heavens when I call, for I have bade it so. With it comes the sulfurous reek of its home and its own pets—a pair of tiny bat-winged imps no larger than my hand—and a deepening of the shadows in my basement conjury.Demons are Smarter Than You1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fool has cast his spells of summoning again, and never were more clichéd words uttered than in this room. He thinks I am silent because he ordered me to be; I am silent because I know that were I to speak, I would reveal the true depth of his idiocy. And that simply would not do. Not now that I've invested so much time into making this little room homely. My "little" pets—if the stupid scholar knew their true shapes, he would die of fright—are
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one.
"You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites."
Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're there?"
Mrs Casket stopped in her tracks and raised the lantern. Her hair was pinned back and greying at the temples. In the dull light her eyes looked almost black, glittering like a beetle's shell. Viola half-expected them to scuttle around her face at any moment, disappearing between the creases of her skin.
"You doubt yourself, my girl," Mrs Caske