Canada X Reader Maple Cookies PrizeCanada X Reader Maple Cookies Prize2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Canada X Reader Maple Cookies
Mattie or Matthew turned to see a girl with (hair/length) (hair/color) hair and (eye/color) eye running toward him. He waited for her to get to him and catch her breath. When she did she smiled at him.
“I did it” she says holding up a paper
“Did what (Name)?” he asks
“I signed up for the food fair and got the country I wanted” (Name) answers
“Cool, which country did you chose?” he asks curiously
“Canada” she says simply
Matthews’s cheeks turn pink.
“What are you going to make?” he asks
“I have a bunch of maple flavored recipes I’m going to make and I have already started the info poster”
“I can help you if you want”
“No thanks, I want it to be a surprise”
(Name) winks at him the strolls away. After that Matthew barely saw (Name). She would wave at him, they would talk for a bit then she would leave and whenever he as
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: BattleScooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: Battle3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Mystery Machine was driving down a bleak road in the middle of the forest. Shaggy and Scooby had to do all of the Mystery Solving, since the rest of the gang was on a vacation. They were looking for a rest stop, or, at least, a place to eat. Scooby had eaten all of their food for the trip.
"Jeez, Scoob, why do I have a feeling this might be more difficult without Fred, Daphine, and Velma?"
"Raggy, look, a sign!"
The sign spoke of an exit, about half a mile away. Shaggy stopped for a minute and examined the sign.
"On exit five, turn left, and you will find a small town, home of Freddy Fazbear's pizzerea. This famed Pizza restaurant makes some of the best Pizza 'round. Though make sure to leave by closing, as the restaurant is not responsible for any dismemberment and mutilation."
Scooby ran up to the window closest to Shaggy.
"Rid you say Pizza?"
"Yeah, Scoob! Let's go there, and besides, I wasn't paying attention at that last part anyways!"
Shaggy leapt into the front seat, and sta
A Letter from your SongsAnother oldie... Not a poem this time, but a letter written to song artist Stevie Nicks, (who has been a favorite of mine and a big inspiration to me for a very long time...since my teen years).A Letter from your Songs1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The letter is written to her using her songs. (which are shown in bold)
Has anyone ever written anything for you?
I have, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for: The beginning of The dance. For being there at the Edge of seventeen of my life. For showing me the sparkling beauty of the Silver spring. For the contrast of Leather and lace . For introducing me to Sarah. For embracing the world within your Dreams . For knowing your Destiny : and being the Kind of woman that you are; giving, Unconditional love. Even though Outside the rain wreaked
ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?Ships5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield
Wizards in Training (TG) (Request)(WARNING: This story contains descriptions of a man turning into a woman. If this puts you off, feel free to pass this up.)Wizards in Training (TG) (Request)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Pogona Institution for the Magically Inclined; call it your real-world Hogwarts equivalent if you will. This was a prestigious college, located in far off in the Canadian wilderness, surrounded by lush forests and mirror-like lakes, beyond which the snow-covered mountains rise to dominate the skyline. The college itself was not unlike your modern campus grounds, only it featured more of an elegant decor than most other public educational establishments. Despite the absolutely beautiful view, this school was particularly private, and only those who prove themselves to be truly capable of wielding arcane forces are allowed to enter. This process is full of all sorts of challenges and troubles, but some people manage to make it in by the skin of their neck. Two such people are new students Aaron and Bennett, who had just enrolled a week ago.
America x reader: late night grocery shoppingI do not own hetalia or you~America x reader: late night grocery shopping3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
15 years old, you are England's child
I felt my arm being shaken. "Hey...hey (name)...wake up!" I heard an American voice whisper. I opened my eyes slightly. "Alfie what time is it...and how did you get into England's house?" I groaned. "I picked the lock...come with me to the grocery store!" He said. I leaned up. "Okay...why?" I asked lazily throwing my feet over the bedside. "Because I ran out of coke and I need more but I don't wanna go alone." He said. I nodded as I tugged on a hoodie and held my arms up. "Carry me." I said. Alfred laughed and let me hop onto his back. I laid my head on his shoulder and watched everything move by me. Soon we got to the car and he put me in the passenger seat.
We drove quickly to the grocery store, however I didn't get to be carried because an angry woman yelled at us when we walked in with me on his back. So Alfred got a cart and let me sit in it. "Dang...someone needs a happy meal." Alfred said in a snappy t
Rentals"And that's how I ended up on this shelf!" I made sure to say with a smile on my face. The man across from me just tilted his head in confusion. "Is something still wrong? I thought I did a pretty good job at explaining why my head is here."Rentals4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah, but..." he said while crossing his arms. He seemed to be at a loss for words. "Okay, I get that you're only being rented out and not actually for sale. But why are you actually.. ya know.. on?"
"What?" It took me a second to realize what he meant. But I got it. "Oh! Well that's easy. Since I volunteered for this, I'm left on so I can let people know why my head isn't for sale. I uh, hold on." I needed to blow my hair out of my face, since my hands were else where in the store. I wasn't getting much done, but thankfully the customer brushed my black hair behind my ear and out of my hair. "Thank you! Now where was I? Oh right. Normally there are a lot more rental heads out on display, but we are near closing time and I seem to be the last one
Barefoot Benefits 6It was a pleasantly hot summer day. Sally was in her backyard role-playing with her pokémon while Amanda and Brenda watched from foldable chairs.Barefoot Benefits 615 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“The brave heroes had finally made it to the giantess’s lair. As they rushed forward, the loud thuds of the giantess’ footsteps could be heard and grew louder and louder. The heroes skidded to a halt as the giantess walked forward into sight, eyeing them angrily with her club gripped tightly and her pet sitting upon her shoulders,” narrated Sally as she, Growlithe, and Lillipup each played their parts and Treecko rode on Sally’s shoulders.
“Growlithe growl, growlithe!” shouted Growlithe.
“Pup!” shouted Lillipup.
“Never! Your princess shall be my slave for eternity! Begone or be crushed!” said Sally.
“Treecko tree!” said Treecko with a nod.
Growlithe and Lillipup replied by growling angrily and standing ready to fight.
“So be it!” shouted Sally befor
America x Suicidal!Abused!ReaderYou dropped your plate of (lunch). You couldn't move your hands. Your couldn't even feel your hands! You stared at your lunch on the floor. That was the last (lunch) you have left. You couldn't afford any food as your parents never gave you any money. The only thing they gave you was beatings, canings and scars. Deep scars. Scars that could hurt your heart. They didn't care. Your teacher didn't care. Your 'friends' didn't care. Nobody asked what happened. Nobody cared.America x Suicidal!Abused!Reader1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
After you regained your sense of touch, you wiped your tears away. You were starving and you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed the broken piece of glass and scratched your wrist with it. Blood. Your wrist is bleeding. You're alive. Starving. You stood up, walking away, not even bothering to clean up the mess you made. You walked to the rooftop. Looking down at the bottom floor from above. This was it. You couldn't stand it anymore, the abuse, the starvation, the ignorance.
What you didn't notice when you were walking
The Apprentice Stories: Part 1 - Moonlight PrinceAuthor's Note: I should probably just warn that this story is probably classified 'T' rather than the usual PG-13 or 'K+' rating of the group.The Apprentice Stories: Part 1 - Moonlight Prince5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Outside of the Apprentice Den a storm raged, it was probably one of the first serious storms that many of the Apprentices had seen. Over in a corner, Pitchpaw could see Reedpaw with his ears folded back nervously, while his sister Cloverpaw tried to comfort him.
Even Wrenpaw and Tornpaw - who usually looked like nothing could phase them, were sitting perhaps a little more alertly than they usually did.
"Do you think it'll stop?" Acornpaw asked nervously,
"Of course it will" Wrenpaw grumbled, although her voice didn't sound so sure.
Pitchpaw shot her a glare for snapping at her friend - she didn't like Wrenpaw very much, and her good opinion when lost was something that was very hard to gain back again, not that Wrenpaw seemed to be giving any sign of wanting to gain anything back.
"I wonder if the Kits are scared?" Rookpaw wondered
Retail Super Powers 3 part 1Jeremiah paced back and forth in front of the tiny cafe. It was his off day from work, graciously granted to him by the manager after the store was hit with a noticeable amount of smoke and fire damage. The police never made any calls to the store to explain the issue they had caused when arresting the flame-spewing man, but none of the employees, overworked as they were, had any intention to raise complaints. Jeremiah wiped his forehead; it was coated in a thick sheet of sweat. He summoned a 2.5-ply tissue to try and clean himself up, but under the blazing sun, the weight of his own anxiety, a fair shot of the nerves and a queasy stomach that felt like it was on the verge of turning over, he wasn't getting any drier. He snatched his cellphone out of his pocket; he needed to speak to someone before it was too late. Normally his snark and sarcasm got him through the day just fine, but he still had his hang-ups, the things that could throw him a little off-kilter. This was one of those tRetail Super Powers 3 part 15 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hinata, bears and dates, commission“Naruto-kun” whispered Hinata.Hinata, bears and dates, commission2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dark-haired kunoichi watched her crush from the distance, like always, hidding behind a fence. Hinata was wearing her usual clothes, a violet and grey jacket and a pair of blue pants. Right now, said pants were being nervously squeezed by the shy girl as she tried to take a step forward and finaly ask her childhood-crush on a date. Hinata wanted to believe that this should be easy. After all, she was now a chunin and a full grown woman. She had fought and she had completed dozens of missions, she had never failed her teammates and not once had she shown fear in the face of danger. Then why couldn´t she move her legs?
Right now Naruto was coming towards her and Hinata’s heart was beating a hundred miles per hour. Sweat covered every inch of her skin and her legs started to fail her. She even began to have a hard time breathing....
“Hey Hinata!” said Ino, the beautiful blonde heiress of the Yamanaka clan, while appeari
Rythna - HesitationI’m acutely aware of every sound that comes from downstairs.Rythna - Hesitation3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You’ve realised I didn’t secure the binds properly and have already escaped their hold. I can hear you stretching and rubbing your wrists.
I can hear your relief.
I can hear your rage, your blood thirst.
I can hear you running to the chest where I stored all your personal items. I imagine the first thing you’ll grab is your mask. You’re predictable that way.
I hear the soft sound of metal as you pick up your katar, gripping it tightly in your hands. I wait patiently, quietly listening to the sounds beneath me, barely audible.
I thought I would be scared.
Instead, I am impatient, listening closely to your escape. I wonder if you suspect anything yet. I’d imagine you’re too overcome with a feeling of victory to notice the silence, too full of hate to see the obvious.
I can hear your ragged breath as you slink towards the staircase, quietly making your way upstairs. My heart starts to be