Moyo and Sanaa Even from a distance it was easy to tell the mountain lioness was shy, painfully so in fact. Over the weeks Moyo had never once seen her play or engage in conversation with someone, a fact that both pleased and saddened him; for one thing, it meant that the female wasn’t involved with anyone, but it also meant she had to be lonely. Or at the very least bored. Her expressions were a bit difficult to read.Moyo and Sanaa6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time he had seen her, he stumbled across the cougar quite by accident. His early morning walk had taken him down a new path as was the usual each day, but it had yet to show him anything more interesting than the uppermost branches of a leafy tree in the distance. Deciding to use it as a landmark, the two-tailed tiger let his feet carry him forward until only a curve in the path blocked the full view of the tree. A sense of anticipation had fallen over him a
The GargoyleI have been on this church for two centuries, T have witnessed the night life of many generations, I have seen the kindness of man and the savagery of the beast inside. In this stone prison my mind lives, but only at night. Cursed with immortality and loneliness, my only friends are the doves who visit and keep me company. It has been two centuries since a word left my mouth, two centuries my body frozen in the same position, I have long forgotten what it felt like to move. I can't describe the torture that it has been. I wish to see the light of the sun, feel its warmth surrounding me, hugging me. Or to feel the breeze of the wind that scares my friends away, that makes the leaves dance in Autumn. I wish to smell the air during the rain, to feel the droplets of water hit my skin, cooling it down. How I wish my stone body would be destroyed, so my mind could sleep forever and I could be free again. Alas, the night is my day, and this night is almost over. The sun is about to rise and mThe Gargoyle4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
AbuseShe cowers in her room as her drunken father walks the house shouting curses and other profanities at the top of his lungs. She hears his heavy footsteps, so much heavier than her own, coming towards her room. Maria scrambles for the closet, praying he is too drunk to notice. She holds her breath, praying silently to God that he walks away from her room. The footsteps stop and she hears the door to her room open. The door to the closest is torn back, the hinges screeching in protest, and a hand wraps around her arm pulling her out of the closet.Abuse4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
45 minutes later
An ambulance screams down the street and pulls to a stop in front of a small house, nothing out of the ordinary about this home. The paramedics rush into the house with a stretched and a minute later rush out with a 12 year old girl on it. “Were losing her” one of them shouts as they sprint towards the ambulance. Her mother’s car arrives just as the ambulance pulls out, she doesn’t get out. She just star
Early Bird***Early Bird5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
27/6/2014; 7:58 pm to 8:41 pm.
I take one last look at my room before I leave.
The walls are wearing newpaper clippings like wallpaper. The oldest ones date about a year ago and are on the wall facing the door. They get newer as they approach the rusty framework I call a window. In the few spots without clippings, there are peeling strips of turquoise primer that the previous tenant had slathered on. In the early dawn of a starry night, the worn newspaper colours and the patches of turquoise glow gently onto my unmade bedsheets. An ancient lamp stands on my desk. Mundane files and papers sway softly in the wind, paperweighted down. A half-empty coffee cup stands forgotten in the bathroom.
As I turn towards the door I hear the gentle noise of a pen rolling across the desk and, momentarily, I feel the urge to turn back. But I don’t.
It’s time to move on.
The girl in Red and the Wolf that smoked cigars The girl in Red and the Wolf that smoked cigarsThe girl in Red and the Wolf that smoked cigars 7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The forest was alive with the arrival of summer. The hot days were filled with bird songs while the warm nights gave ear to cricket symphonies.
The young man stopped to get his bearings. Once sure of himself, he continued his trek through the woods. He quickened his pace as he held a mysterious case a little tighter in his mud covered hands. He walked with a nervous shake.
The young man made his way back to camp. He tossed aside a shovel and placed the black case on a log. He knelt down in front of it with a sigh to steady his hands. The case was black and had a crooked handle. Dusting the dirt from the case, he took the shiny keys from his belt and slowly opened it. He gave way to chuckling while his eyes sparkled with glee. The case before him was packed to the rims with money, crisp and untouched. He finally had it in his hands! Everything was working out perfectly.
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Ryta and Dylas
The town of Selphia was a small, tight-knit community full of kind-hearted, unique individuals who lived each day to the fullest. When Claryta Lime first arrived, she was mistaken as the Princess of Norad and fully instated as such, even though she insisted this wasn't true. Despite the troublesome events that followed, Ryta remained as Selphia's Princess.
One day, Lady Ventuswill, the great dragon guardian of Selphia, requested that Ryta investigate the Water Ruins. When Ryta asked why, the dragon only gave a vague reply: "Your water orb is likely to have an interesting effect on the area. Please, just go check it out for me, okay?"
And so, Ryta traveled to the Water Ruins and eventually encountered a very hostile lightning horse. She was forced to fight the beast in order to survive, and after a hard-fought battle, she was victorious.
What happened next, though
Mouse Looking for FoodSitting in the brush, the rodent eyed it's surroundings closely. It saw a knothole in the tree. It climbed up the side, and crawled in the hole. Inside it found nothing but brambles and filth. An insect crawled gradually along the top of the gnothole. The rodent crawled out looking for a new place to go.Mouse Looking for Food41 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
He saw a fence across the way. The rodent crawled down the tree into the dirt and the grass. There, hidden by taller blades of grass the rodent eyed the fence closely. He quickly skirted through the grass to the fence.
There he dug against the fence making a hole which ran beneath the fence. He pushed himself against the ground in the hole. He didn't realise how big he was. He had to push hard, squishing himself through beneath the fence.
As he got to the other side he noticed a dog to his right, a sandbox to his left, and a house up ahead. From the brush by the fence he watched the dog. When the dog looked away he darted to a bit of tall grass and waited. The dog turned away again, an
Digimon Pre-Training jitters(Tag Team Event)Akari walked down the path to the training area feeling rather shy about what was going to happen.Digimon Pre-Training jitters(Tag Team Event)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you sure about this ReiMeijimon? You only recently became rookie level." Akari said to her partner with some concern.
"Don't worry so much Akari, I convinced you to join them didn't I?" ReiMeijimon said with a smile.
"Yea, and you only D-Digivolved to Rookie once we got here." Akari responded with a slight stutter.
"Oh come on, I got the hang of my new form already. I have been Rookie for a few weeks now afterall." ReiMeijimon responded as the duo approached the training area.
"I-I guess so, w-we're supposed to be meeting up with Himeko and Candlemon here right?" Akari asked as she reached for the door.
"Yea, I bet we'll do great with their help" ReiMeijimon said with a grin as the two entered the Training area, ready for the 2 on 2 training battles.
OSS - UnnamedIf it wasn't for the ridiculous heat all we would have is humidity and cold rain.OSS - Unnamed5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some people handle the incredible humid heat well, others become something other than human. I remember seeing a youngish man as he went through one of those changes. Nine months of the year, he would help those in need, volunteer for neighborhood watch, and work a normal job as a marketing project manager. His first love was to make sure that kids were inspired to stay in school. But during the summer months he would work, groceries, home, just like clockwork. After three years of this we just assumed that he had a problem with the humidity with the heat, so we didn't think of it.
He never became rude, but he would keep everything outside of his routine brief, so that he could continue on his way.
Thought everyone else was used to this, I never was. Something always struck me as too off about it. Like matter how rude someone was to him, he would stay polite but brief. Regardless of the sweat factor, he l
These Ongoing Lights.It's the bright lights that start it. The various different colors of lights that hang from the extravagant homes we pass by on the way to our annual get together. They were beautiful, with their equally extravagant decorations of Santa's and numerous reindeer, little elves posed around them. If we were lucky, we could see through their windows the big, heavily decorated Christmas tree these people would put in their living rooms.These Ongoing Lights.5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Almost as if they were showing off what pretty things their money can buy." I recall you telling me. Even when we were young, you thought of it in such a way.
The car ride was so long. We blew warm air onto the car windows to draw on them; Smiley faces with mustaches, small pine trees with even smaller squares to represent the presents, or stars that paled in comparison to the ones above us.
We would imagine how much of Aunt Grace's apple salad we would eat, what we'd be getting from each relative as a present, who was going to laugh the loudest. These were
The Actor and the Analyst A lowly woman struts and frets her way across the stage of daily life, always looking for new opportunities to sprout her charm, and talent. Her name is Velvet, and she has become what is known to the American public as “the thespian subculture.” Her life accompanies nothing less than defeat, not only at the hands of all people but herself -but those of the ones she admires. They shame her for everything she got. Now she tries to earn their trust back; she is weary. A fragile one, always wanting more of herself -always wanting the appreciation of the ones she admires. Her idols. Her Gods. Now Velvet stands still, distilled in amazement in her the ability in of herself, to accompany a full wealth. She is lost, but not ready to ask for directions. She turns right to left, only men and women with set goals and dreams are there. They walk past her, without a bat of an eye to another soul in the world that in an accompanied; another humanThe Actor and the Analyst6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
What Happens in December It was winter. Early December, to be specific. The sky was overcast in white clouds, smeared with light grey tufts, but not so much that it didn’t look completely and utterly dull. Of course, they usually do during winter. Everything does. From the rows and blocks of concrete pathways, worn roads that are sure to be chipped away and eroded by the elements of the cold and form potholes when the warm, smothering fingers of spring move their way back in, to the breaking brick rows of buildings, standing in lines with the dark drape of the atmosphere making monochrome their crumbling outsides, to even the people walking, rushing, rather, down the sidewalks with their eyes downward cast, set on working themselves ragged to keep the commercial tradition of Holidays perfectly flawed. With the cluster of buildings they seemed convinced was a city shrouded in grey and the small crowd of unbearably orthodox holiday shoppers scrambling aWhat Happens in December 8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tag Team Battles V.2 - Tasha's sideTasha was admittedly a little nervous as she headed towards the Astra’s training grounds riding Nebumon, the young girl hadn’t really battled together with anybody other than Julia let alone with one of the Leaders. At least it wasn’t a serious fight at least, and Tasha kind of doubted that the other person that she would be fighting against her in this practice battle would have much more experience in this situation as her. On the other hand the other person was older than her by a good margin even if both Nebumon and the other girl’s Digimon could only go up to Champion at present. “We’ll be alright Tasha,” said Nebumon reassuring her human partner knowing that she was nervous.Tag Team Battles V.2 - Tasha's side8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once she and Nebumon got there they saw that the person that along with one of the Leaders they would be practicing with in the Astra’s training ground. “Umm… Hello I’m Tasha Heartly and my partner is Nebumon,” sa
UntitledJack sat back in his chair as he booted up his PC. “Finally, after 3 hours of busting my tail at work, time to lay back and play some Battlefield!” He said. He then hopped into a game of Conquest and began playing. In his squad, someone was blasting music over the mic. It rang through his over sensitive ears as he tried to unwind. He then grabbed his mic put it over his head and said, “Can you please turn that down? No one in this squad wants to hear that man.” After about a minute or so, he finally got a response, “Yeah sure, I’ll turn it down.” The other person said. “Finally…” Jack thought to himself.Untitled8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
About five minutes into the match, that admin in the server kicked him out of the server. “Kicked out of the server? What for?!” He exclaimed. A message then popped up on his screen. “Reason for being kicked: Too good.” He read to himself. Now, the rage was starting to build up. “Calm down. I
The FairThe FairThe Fair7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So, you can make it?" Bubbles asked, holding her phone to her face, floating around the bedroom she shared with her sisters and their ally, Kimiko.
"Yeah," Boomer replied, holding his own phone, "Mr. Harrington said it was okay, but he said that they're coming, as well." The blue Rowdyruff had put a small amount of hesitation in his voice at the part about his comrades joining him.
"Oh," Bubbles answered, "well, I don't think that'll be a problem, as long as they don't cause trouble."
"Mr. Harrington told us at a meeting this morning that tomorrow would be a ceasefire, or something like that," Boomer reassured.
"Where should we meet up?"
"How about the front gate at 11:00? Mr. Harrington says that'll keep your folks from thinking we're up to something. He also says that we could use a day off."
"Great! I'll see you then, Boomer," Bubbles smiled.
"See you then, Bubbles." Boomer smiled, hanging up.
Townsville fair entrance area! the following morning...