The Fridge3:02 a.m.The Fridge14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these
23. Befriend Me - Jake English x Reader23. Befriend Me - Jake English x Reader3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was you 17th birthday, you didn’t want to do anything with your friends this year, for one they were all busy and didn’t really have time to go. You didn’t fret though. Your parents promised you that you would get to go on a special trip, just the three of you. You arrived at the campground, the forest trees a dark shade of green, and the sky, a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. You all set up your tents, your parents are giving you space, so the tents are spread quite far apart.
You stepped out of your finished tent and looked around, there were other families in the area as well, most with younger children than yourself. You told your parents you were going to check out the forest for a bit, they replied with their favorite line “Be Careful.” You walked slowly taking in the scenery, until you bumped into a taller looking boy.
“Ow… I’m so sorry!” You said softly.
“It’s quite alright dear.” He look
Hetalia X Reader: PerceptiveHetalia X Reader: Perceptive1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
You woke up to your alarm ringing. You turn off your alarm while yawning sleepily.
Another day of work
You slowly got out of bed and begin another journey of your usual daily routine of brushing your teeth, taking a shower, eating breakfast, getting dressed for work, and so on.
You yawn while leaving your house through walking out of your front door before closing and locking it. You start walking down the pathway to your car but stop seconds later when you saw a familiar blond-haired kid riding a scooter around in front of your front yard. You frown, narrowing your eyes slightly.
Great, it’s that annoying kid again. You thought while walking towards your car, bad mood already start starting.
What’s he even doing here anyway? He’s been here every morning creating that same noise and he doesn’t even live in this neighbourhood.
After unlocking and getting in your car, you start the engine whilst eyeing the kid at the back of your c
Please Don't GoPlease Don't Go2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mommy you wanna play dollies with me?" Junie's sweet voice rang in Paige's ear. Paige smiled at her daughter.
"Sure, honey!" she cheered, grabbing one of the customized Barbie dolls. Tony watched them play dolls and couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Lilly, you wanna come over and play?" Junie made her doll talk.
"Sure, Emily, I'll come over and play!" Paige replied in a high-pitched voice. They continued their game. Tony began to creep up behind Junie with a playful smile on his face. He put his index finger on his lips, telling Paige not to say anything. She nodded, and then continued playing with Junie.
"Lilly, you wanna go for a walk?" Junie asked.
"But, Emily, I'm too scared to go for a walk!" Paige replied.
"There's a monster in the forest!"
"Monster!? What monster!?" Junie said in a panicky voice. Suddenly, Tony picked her up.
"RAWR!!!" He screamed playfully. Junie began to laugh.
A Thorn...Mr. Valentine Dark was patiently waiting inside his office within the Train Car, keeping his blue eyes locked on the door. He was dead quiet, the only noise being the clock hanging on the wall behind him in the small but comfy room. Papers were filed neatly on the desk and in the cabinets around, an often used quill sat in its ink jar not too far away.A Thorn...3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was leaning on his elbows, elegant fingers laced together underneath his chin and supporting his head as he awaited the arrival of a rather annoying thorn in his side. A troublesome worker that has been infecting many of the others with her disgusting ‘kindness’ and ‘goodwill’. He should have known this would have been an issue the first time he plucked her from Nacrene City, but honestly he assumed that she was far too self-loathing and miserable to even try to branch out.
Unfortunately, this was not the case, and she had ended up surprising him. Of course, there was ONE THING the Darkrai hated more than anyth
Seven Minutes in Hetalia! Nyo!Belarus x ReaderSeven Minutes in Hetalia! Nyo!Belarus x Reader2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
My hand grazed over something smooth and cold. A little interested, I pulled the object out... It was a silver switch blade. I looked up to Alfred, he looked a little pale. I felt an intense gaze settle upon me and I looked around the room, my gaze fell upon a white haired male with piercing blue eyes. He seemed to be glaring at me, I shivered a little at the hostile aura the man gave off. To my dismay the man stood up, walked over, and took the blade from my hands, putting it into the pocket of his jacket. Alfred quietly led us to the door.
"Heh, heh, okay Nickoli, I don't want her hurt in any way," Alfred tried to joke, but Nickoli just stared at him emotionless. "Right... seven minutes." Nickoli walked into the closet and before I walked in as well, Alfred grabbed my sleeve. "I'm going to leave the door unlocked if you need to get out and if you can't get to the door, just scream." I paled at this notion and Alfred pushed me into the closet. The door swun
I Am Writing This Note... - TG“Mother, father, I am writing this note because I know I won’t see you in a while, or maybe even forever. I am not running away, but, some strange things are going on with me that I know you will say that is crazy. But if you see me after this transformation occurs, I know that you will believe me. There will be a camera her on this desk, and after this transformation occurs, I will take a picture of myself so you can see what happened.”I Am Writing This Note... - TG3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sighed as I tapped the pencil to the desk, feeling my mind beginning to change. With tears in my eyes, I looked in the mirror to see my male face for the last time. All of the sudden, I thought of a boy who looked three or four years older than me and in his twenties, but I kept thinking that he was my age. I had no clue why I was thinking of him, so I decided that it was a part of the transformation and I needed to hurry up with the note.
“Right now, I can feel my body tingling and beginning to change. Along with th
Airy EntertainmentCory, Ethan, Kevin, Tyron, MattAiry Entertainment1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, what's this?" Cory asked, digging around in the bottom of the party box. Ethan's mom had bought it to simplify things; it came with decorations, candy, and simple games - most of which had by now been knocked down, shredded, eaten, played and/or discarded (Having learned from experience, Ethan's mom had said she wasn't even going to come back up until the morning, and they could do whatever they wanted as long as everything was cleaned up by breakfast). Apparently, something had escaped notice.
Tyron leaned forward as Cory held up a limp, white object. "It's just a balloon," he said, disappointed. He'd been hoping for candy. Cory turned it over and pulled off a folded bit of paper taped to the back. "Why does a balloon need instructions?" He started reading. "Huh. It's another game. 'Players take turns blowing into the balloon, one blow per turn. Each person must add more air than the last. If they do, the ba
The AU Traveler -Part 2“Lalna what’s wrong?”Xephos ran over to Duncan who had started to hyperventilate. He rubbed his back as slowly his breath started to ease his mind still trying to figure everything out. How could he be in Minecraft? Duncan looked up at the man before looking around. This place didn’t actually look like the game. In fact it looked a lot like the real world with sharper more defined edges.The AU Traveler -Part 22 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Xephos I need you to listen and please believe me. My name is not Lalna. It’s Duncan Jones and I have no idea why I look like this. I thought this was just a dream.” Duncan said still trying to get a hold on his head. Xephos frowned before starting to laugh.
“Very funny Lalna but let’s be serious now…” Xephos stopped seeing that the man’s expression hadn’t changed from the scared and confused one. It could be compared to that of a lost puppy. “You’re not joking are you? But if you’re not Lalna where is he?
The AU Traveler- Part 3Lalna sighed seeing the message. The man named Lewis looked over to him as he was playing on a laptop that Sjin had lent to him in order to watch over the man. He didn’t want this man claiming to not being Duncan causing to much havoc by himself. Another message flashed on the screen.The AU Traveler- Part 316 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lalna: Lalna are you still there?
LividCoffee: I don’t know there’s not much tech here and you have my device.
Nano: Lalna please come home. Duncan is nice but he’s not you.
LividCoffee: How long have you been there Nano?
Nano: Duncan and Xephos contacted me. Xephos said your experiment went wrong.
Nano: I was so scared that you weren’t coming home
Ridgedog: Oh get a private chat you two. You’re making me gag
Ridgedog: Anyway Lalna we have your device but we don’t want to press anything.
Ridgedog: I’d like to stay here thanks
Natalia's Backstory Part 2Natalia's Backstory Part 2Natalia's Backstory Part 221 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A little later they enter another classroom; they walk to the back while Isabella and her friends look at them serious.
Julia.- look, tin teeth got a boyfriend. (Rachel Isabella and Alicia laugh with her but Natalia and Maria ignore them, of course that doesn’t make her happy) hey I’m talking to you freaks.
Teacher.- please keep quiet.
Julia remains silent but clearly angry while Natalia and Maria sit at the back of the class together, the rest of the class goes without relevance and Maria and Natalia gather their stuff quick and go out of the room before anything else happens, that way they stay away from trouble the rest of the morning till finally they go out to recess where they sit on a bench ready to have lunch.
Maria.- what did you bring for lunch?
Natalia.- I don’t know what the cook made for me.
Maria.- wow, you have a cook?
Natalia.- (a little shy) well, yes, my mom is too busy to cook herself.
Maria.- I see, what about your
France X Reader You Came Back PrizeFrance X Reader You Came BackFrance X Reader You Came Back Prize2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A man is walking down the street of Paris, France. He has shoulder length blond hair and sapphire blue eyes. He is wearing a bright blue dress shirt with a couple buttons undone to reveal a white shirt underneath. He has a matching blue tie and black pants and black dress shoes. He is on his way to the grand opening of a new exhibit at an art gallery. He is one of the featured artists Francis Bonnefoy. There is another artist being featured at the same time as him but he doesn’t know who it is. He is knocked out of his thoughts when he arrives at the museum. He looks up at the advertisement for the new exhibit. It is white with the text New Exhibit with one of his pieces on the left and a piece from the other artist on the right. He looked at the picture before making the decision to go see it. He walks up the steps and into the grand art gallery. There are people everywhere looking at the various pieces of art. He starts to make his way to the exhib
Accidents - LudwigI had an accident when I was four.Accidents - Ludwig5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was when I had begun to discover my love of creating music. I had always loved performing, but creating had a certain flair to it that left me entranced by allowing the notes to flow onto pages in whatever form I saw fit. I didn’t need to be restricted by the minds of others or permit them to tell me what to do. I could make my own music, and design it the way I wanted to. It wasn’t easy, but I greatly enjoyed it, and my enhanced intelligence allowed me to create things that sounded beautiful.
Or at least, they would have sounded beautiful, if I could actually hear them.
You see, at that point in my life, I despised personal hygiene. I would hide out in the filthiest places possible, avoid every attempt to give me a bath, in order to continue my musical compositions. Of course, I realize now how completely idiotic this was, but I was only four at the time, and my intelligence had not developed to comprehending the importance of c
My Baby, Italy (Hetalia Omutsu)Warning: Hetalia Omutsu (diaper wetting); don’t like, don’t read.My Baby, Italy (Hetalia Omutsu)21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Italy time to get up.” Germany spoke, as he gently shook the sleeping nation.
His eyes slowly fluttered opened to greet the person that woke him.
“Good morning, Germany.” Italy smiled, before sitting up and stretching.
“How did you do?”
“Hm?” Italy checked himself to find his diaper dry. “I made it through the night!”
“Good job!” Germany encouraged, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.
Italy smiled and gave a soft giggle in reply. Germany pulled him into a hug.
“Do you think I’m getting better?” Italy asked.
“Yes.” Germany said, as they parted. “I think you will be back to yourself in no time.”
“Good.” Italy replied, a glint of hope in his e
Seven Minutes in Hetalia! England x ReaderSeven Minutes in Hetalia! England x Reader21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My hand passed over something plastic feeling. I grasped it and pulled it out. A guitar pick. 'Must be Antonio's, he said he played guitar...'
"That would be mine, love," a British accented voice stated. I looked up to see Arthur. 'He plays guitar? I thought I knew everything about him...'
"Ohohohon~! The angleterre is going to get some~"
"Shut up you bloody frog!" Arthur yelled at the French man. He tried lunging for him, but Alfred grabbed the back of his collar and my hand. He pushed us in (threw Arthur in) and closed the door.
"Seven minutes dudes!" I heard Arthur give an angry huff.
"I don't even know how I'm related to that twit," Arthur mumbled under his breath.
"He's just having a little fun Arthur. You can't hep he grew up that way."
"Yes! I could have! I had to raise him as a child, since our parents threw us out onto the streets! It's all