Family FirstFamily FirstFamily First2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Featuring Gus, Étaín, and Fox
Late Spring, Year 758 of the New Age
Windborne, Near Westhaven
All in his vision was red. There wasn’t a thought in him beyond hurt. Hurt Fox. From the minute he’d burst through the trees, rain pounding down around him so loudly everything else was white noise, all he could think about was how satisfying it would be to feel all parts of that stag break under his hooves, the smell the sharp, metallic odor of his lifesblood. That roan stag who’d so wronged him, who’d stolen his mate away and violated her. His hold on her was strong, even now… bound as she was by the pale roan colt at her heels. As much as Gus hated Fox, he could not hate the babe… he was innocent, and he wasn’t guilty for having a rapist for a father. She was trapped t
Sensual PleasuresAmy wiped the sweat off her brow as she leant against the wall of the cricket club; it had been a tough practice session given that they had lost over the weekend, the coaches far from happy with the team's performance. It was hard enough being annoyed with herself over how the game had unfolded, yet the coaches seemed determined to make it worse; hardly the best style of getting the team's morale up, she thought.Sensual Pleasures2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, that was hard, is it usually that tough?" A familiar yet distant voice seemed to grab her attention, pulling Amy from her own little world. She quickly glanced over to see a someone she recognised from school standing in front of her.
"Rhia?" She questioned, somewhat baffled as to why this girl would attend cricket practice; Amy didn't recall seeing her during the session, though she had been forced to undergo batting practice all evening while under the assault of the women's first team spin bowlers!
"I thought you were a footballer?"
"Yeah, though I wanted to try some
The Story of Cubone II - Cries in the Night, Ch 10Mr. Steele took a seat at his desk with an exhausted sigh. He'd been up the entire night in vigorous discussion of various different subjects with medical staff, administrative staff, the PRT, and even Callahan Rhodes.The Story of Cubone II - Cries in the Night, Ch 102 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trevor, who had been with him a great deal of that time, stood, leaning against the wall, his gigantic rhydon form covering it up entirely. His arms were crossed over his chest and he appeared to be deep in thought.
"Speak your mind, old friend," Mr. Steele said, pouring himself a drink. It was a special mixture of various berries and gummies that increased the energy and awareness of Pokemon. It provided a more sustainable, reliable amount of energy than caffeine would have been for his human form. He took a sip and looked at Trevor, who was still looking off into nothing with a mild scowl on his face. "Is it Callahan? Do you suspect him of something?"
Trevor looked at the headmaster. He paused a moment, then he shook his head. "No. I really, really don't. He doesn't st
Friends Again (Oakfoot and Persnickety):iconcolorfulsin: Persnickety let out a soft sigh. The night had been chilly and wet. A little condensation from the night had crept into the den and wet her fur. As she exits the den she shook the wet from her fur with a scrunched up face. She liked water but not while sleeping. She stretched and looked around, ears perked and swiveled every once in a while at sounds.Friends Again (Oakfoot and Persnickety)2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
:iconwildfire-tama: Oakfoot had been up for a while at this point, awakening just before dawn to go hunting and patrolling, determined to keep his family well fed and safe. If anything else, having kits made Oakfoot serve his Clan even better than he already did serve them. And he was one of the most devoted cats in IceClan before that too.
As he entered the camp as saw Persnickety. She was the only other cat. He slowed uncertainly, wondering if she would want to see him. At least a polite greeting should be in order. He padded to the fresh kill pile and dropped several pieces of prey before turning to her. "Goo
Flickers in the DarkA star.Flickers in the Dark4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
An ever-burning nuclear fire-ball.
A reactor that, if given time, could create elements out of energy and gas.
Billions upon Billions of these had created the matter of the universe. Formed by an enormous out-flowing of gas and energy, from a single point.
To some forms of sentient life, these were the focal points of their lives.
Religions devoted to them.
Temples built in worship of them.
Some claimed to see patterns in the stars, to be able to predict the future and read the past.
Some used them as fuel. Harvesting excess energy and material, converting it into a method of propulsion.
And some 200,000 specific machines used them as power. Not parts of them, the entire star, captured and shrunk down to a size barely a few inches in diameter.
Such a thing seems, inconceivable, at best.
The amount of energy produced was capable of powering these machines, non-stop, for millions of years on end.
To these machines, a star was barely a Flicker in the everlasting Darkness of r
Gaining Your Independance“Wow – this place is amazing,” Bobbi said as she stood at the large window, looking down the street at the traffic and stores on either side. The country girl had moved to the city a month or so previously to attend college, and her mother and sister were visiting her for the first time.Gaining Your Independance5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had shoulder length brown hair, and wore a blue denim blouse over a long sleeved striped top, a brown cotton skirt in a tiered design, and knee length brown leather boots. As she stared down the road, her sister Joanne looked at her and said “You really like this place?”
“Yeah I do,” Bobbi said as she turned and looked at her. Joanne had long dark brown hair, and was wearing a white lace top over a camisole, a dark short skirt, patterned tights and baggy brown leather boots. The boots was a clothes theme echoed by their mother Andrea, who wore hers over a pair of black leggings. A red vest top with a light brown and white lace
A Hamlet SituationHe lived in a house full of strangers that he knew too well. Bound by titles that were entirely superficial. Arguments were such a common occurrence they had simply become part of the daily routine, as brushing your teeth is. He wanted to leave – no, he loved this house; it was the people whom he wanted to vacate the vicinity. Once too often had he cried for no reason, alone, receiving no sympathy or comfort even if his sadness was known. The only respite was to be away from the faces he knew all too well, even school was helpful in forgetting what lay in wait at the house. He had many friends, if you could call them that; ‘Perhaps’, he thought, ‘they are merely people I know, and perhaps I simply happen to know many people’.A Hamlet Situation2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, he was fortunate. He lived in a lovely middle class house, had plenty of food, drink, a warm bed, his own room, and a multitude of opportunities – privileges, as some people liked to call them. He was grateful for that, how
Meeting Again (Badgerfrost and Elmcloud):iconeto-nyan: Badgerfrost's breathing evened out finally as Shywisp kept him drugged on more poppy seeds then you could count. He was gone to the world, yet not quite in StarClan; it was a strange, just floating endlessly in this darkness. He swore he could feel a bit of warmth by his side, but it was fleeting. The tom couldn't really discern what was real and what was not until he woke. Grogginess made his movements slow, his limbs still numb from the drug as he blinked with his good eye. "Mhhn..." He groaned softly as he looked down at the black and white she-cat beside him. It was the middle of the night so she was asleep; who was she? She was very pretty... Was she hurt too? Was he in the medicine cat's den? Who was he? Thinking this much hurt his head so he tried his best to go back to sleep. How many days has it been?Meeting Again (Badgerfrost and Elmcloud)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
:iconwildfire-tama: Elmcloud's ear twitched as they picked up a small noise beside her and a gentle stirring. It took her mind several moments to register i
The Morning Routine: Part 2 (WG)The alarm rang, just as it always did, signaling Alison’s return to the world of the conscious. It was 6:45am, and the young woman was positively exhausted. The June sun stood proudly in the Charleston sky, shining in her bedroom. Had it not been for the bright sun, she might’ve slept right through the alarm.The Morning Routine: Part 2 (WG)43 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
If Alison didn’t get a move on, she was surely going to be late. Alison had moved to Charleston last February as a mid-year substitute for a teacher on pregnancy leave. She was then promised to be hired on as a full-time 2nd grade teacher, replacing a long tenured woman that retiring at the end of the current school year. It was her big break in teaching, and finally an opportunity to pursue her dreams of having her own classroom. Finding work in her field was much easier in the south than it had been in New England.
It also meant proving herself. Alison spent long hours after school, ingratiating herself to over faculty members, all the while helping run numerou
In Need of DirectionsRatty had long, long, long learned to ignore certain things - The girls and young women blushing and giggling as she passed by them, mistaking her for a slender man. Or the unmotivated students who made no effort at all to hide their demotivation in various ways. And many, many, many other things. Except for loneliness.In Need of Directions1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her dear Jack had been avoiding her more and more eversince that dark and stormy night in which Edgar had found out that they weren’t what they seemed to be…
She had also not seen the latter in quite a while. Neither had he answered the door when she knocked, nor did she meet him on the street when she was out taking a walk through the working class district. It had not been that long, but long enough for her to have come to the conclusion that the hunchback wanted nothing to do with her anymore. She should’ve known… All good things come to an end, and so do… friendships. No, it was more than a friendship. He had called her “sister
I'll See You Again (Mihiel and Alcatraz):iconXx-Yin-the-wolf-xX: Mihiel was near a river, drinking silently while she heard sounds from the forest. The sound of running water was her favorite since i calmed her the most while the sun was on her back.I'll See You Again (Mihiel and Alcatraz)2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This new pack was nice, a different change of pace then being a loner like before. Being in a pack was a little more comfortable, so she liked it more.
:iconwildfire-tama: Alcatraz stalked through the forest. It was very hot out this afternoon and he was panting from the heat. His dark, thick coat was much more suited for winter. He sniffed for water, but could find none. He was so thirsty...
And then the scent hit him and he veered toward it. And then he came across the Morrow border. He hesitated, but he could hear the river from here... it was just barely in the border. He decided it was worth the risk. He was beginning to feel dizzy from the thirst. He trotted quickly toward it, but as he pushed through the undergrowth and to the river's edge he saw a she-wolf drinking. Morr
Kate x Jayden “What was it like, your childhood?” Kate asked. She climbed onto Jayden’s lap and looked up at him. He was so sullen when he first came into the gang, she recalled, but now he was doing better. He was opening up, little by little. Kate knew she wouldn’t be the person to glean all the information out of him, but she could at least be a good girlfriend.Kate x Jayden3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Or, if not that, she could be a good friend.
Jayden looked down, a scowl contorting his facial features into something intimidating. “Terrible, to say the least.”
“Can you give me a scenario?” Kate pried.
Because Of You lll (Shoey).Shane rolled his eyes as Joey barged in and he closed the door behind him. Fucking narcissist. Thinks he can do whatever he wants.Because Of You lll (Shoey).3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oooh, it IS a bit messy," Joey admitted. "Needs a little tidying."
Shane let out a nervous laugh, resisting the urge to say, 'It's my house. It can be messy if I want it to.' But he wasn't too proud of the mess himself.
Joey sat down on the couch and Shane joined him. "So how have you been?"
"Lisa put you up to this, didn't she?" Shane smirked.
Joey let out a shy scoff. He couldn't lie. "As a matter of fact, she did."
"Figures. She worries about me."
"She thinks you're depressed."
Both men were quiet for a while, then Shane finally said, "It took Lisa to persuade you to come here."
"You never liked me at all, did you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means what it means," Shane snapped.
"Of course, I like you! I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
"And the passed few years you haven't visited or messaged me at all?"
"I was busy. YOU were busy. I'm sor
.:collab journey:.The siren song of the Atlantic Ocean enchanted Dahlia Arif from the time that she was a small child until the eve of her adolescent life. It was then that the nineteen year old could no longer withstand the distant sound of the waves thundering against the shore. They beckoned her in a way that neither her parents nor friends understood. Dahlia, a beautiful young woman with an independent and carefree spirit, swept through the college funds she had remaining and bought a canary yellow kayak..:collab journey:.4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She began her transatlantic journey at Virginia Beach.
On the other side of the world, a slightly older girl was leaving her home. she had lived in the town her whole life and now she was leaving it behind to go on a trip which would take her across the ocean. she had already said goodbye to her parents and was now headed to the train station which would take her to an airport.
The train finally pulled into the station and exactly 2pm which meant it was about 8am at her final destination. the
Just One More“Just one more sip,” he told himself as the opening of the bottle was drawn to his lips and the toxic liquid slithered down his throat, the bottle cast to the side soon after and rolling into a pile of six others.Just One More4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just one more sip until he’ll be numb enough to forget his pain. Until he’ll be able to stumble to the fridge to find another bottle. Blindly he fumbles his hand along the coffee table before him to find that little cardboard box of cancer. He finds it, removes a cigarette, and lights it. Holding it between his lips he breathes in smoke and after a moment exhales.
His life, living on repeat for months on end, has been unchanging. No reason to wake up. No reason to fall asleep. The only solitude he can find being the seemingly endless supply of beer and cigarettes the package store offers just a few blocks down the road.
“Just one more bottle,” He tells himself and he stumbles into the next room, opens the fridge, and finds it empty.
The Morning Routine: Part 1 (WG) This is a short story inspired by some real life events.The Morning Routine: Part 1 (WG)4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The alarm rang, just as it always did, signaling Alison’s return to the world of the conscious. It was 5:30am, and despite being a bit bleary eyed, the young woman felt refreshed and ready to face the day. Some would argue that being awake this early was unnatural for any ordinary human being. Alison, on the contrary, felt it was a badge of honor. It was her daily symbolic victory that she was more than any ordinary human being, but a young woman that was ready to take on the world, one absurdly early morning at a time.
Of course, this overarching desire to rise with the roosters wasn’t simply a symbolic lifestyle decision, but a functional one as well. No great day was to ever begin in the absence of rigorous exercise.
It had been almost three weeks since Alison left behind the cold New England mornings of winter and moved to Charleston, South Carolina. It had also been a month since her longtime boyfriend,
mechanical eyeThe soft whirling or electronic components echoes through my head, it’s slowly melting my brain. My eyes flick open and the world around me floods into me, its bright, its colorful, it’s wonderful; but still the whirling does not stop. Getting up from bed, I head to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I take a hot steamy shower; after getting out I wipe the condensation away from the mirror and let out a small yelp when I see my reflection before laughing and remembering that light blue completely mechanical eye.mechanical eye4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Prologue of a NightmareI was a small, maybe 8 year old boy, living with abusive, horrible father. It was clear to me he couldn't possibly be my father and probably stole/kidnapped me or took me into custody after my parents died or something. He was brown haired, had a stubbly chin and cheeks and talked in a southern accent.The Prologue of a Nightmare4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was so horrible though.
I remember only the part where he forced me to sit and watch TV with him on the couch, even worse he had a pistol in hand, and he had a new dog practically every week, sometimes everyday. He pet it, and he kept saying how much he loved this dog, and then he would shoot it in a place where it wouldn't kill him, but it would hurt him gravely, so he'd howl in pain... we were in a basement so no one could hear. After a couple times of hurting a poor, innocent puppy for possibly the millionth time...
I couldn't take it anymore.
I got up, and started walking for the door. As if nervous of my actions he started saying, over and over
Promises (Rabbitfoot and Oakfoot):iconwildfire-tama: Oakfoot dreaded the time when he would bring Rabbitfoot her meal. But he knew that he needed to keep providing for his mate and children, so he knew that he needed to go. He padded into camp with a freshly caught rabbit, still warm, and headed straight to the nursery. he needed to just go in without thinking or else he would convince himself to stay away.Promises (Rabbitfoot and Oakfoot)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had no idea what Rabbitfoot was feeling right now, only that she was not happy with him. Asking for her to be his mate had been a terrible idea... how could he do that to her in such a delicate time of her life? But at least the offer was out there.... not he would try his best to be a good father and a good... friend.
He saw her dozing as he entered the den fro the early evening that covered the land outside. He padded over to her and put the rabbit by her paws. "For you, Rabbitfoot." he said. He did not sit down, unsure if she would send him away again. "How are you feeling today?" he asked her s