THE PURPOSELESS MANTHE PURPOSELESS MAN7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Purposeless Man
by Philip Brocklehurst
Here I stand, a ghost in the machine, sealed in my confined box, wrapped in a fleshy container that feels no sensations.
I long to know the senses that others feel that I am so devoid of: warmth, joy, importance, love. I yearn to feel, to be felt. Alas I can not for I am a being of no worth, cold, distant, meaningless and unwanted by all.
Everything I say, everything I do is as invisible as I am to others. They can not see me, nor do they care.
I'm the loner standing on the other side of the mirror to society, surrounded by my reflected loneliness.
I mean nothing to all. I strive to make contact but every time I am shunned. Rejected by all, judged before someone has even got to know me. Cruelty, sorrow and torment is that awaits my kindness, my sincerity, my love.
Everyone tries to bring me down, it's a struggle to rise up again. When I need a friend, the only shoulder I have to lean on is my own.
What is worthless can never be of any worth.
AmericaXMute!Reader (Fluff :3)AmericaXMute!Reader (Fluff :3)AmericaXMute!Reader (Fluff :3)1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
A box. That’s all it was, well, what it appeared to be. A box on your bed with your boyfriend nowhere to be seen. Knitting your eyebrows, you reached down and picked up the note, the writing looked like it belong to a three year old, this made you laugh inside your head, Alfred always ad terrible hand writing.
Tonight, we’re having a romantic evening, it’s gunna be awesome! Meet me at our favourite restaurant at 6PM, I can’t wait to see you!
And soon after reading, you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach. Clapping with happiness, you quickly opened the box to find a magnificent dress, it looked beautiful, and to top it off it was in your favourite colour! You grabbed the dress and rushed over to the tall mirror and held the dress close against yourself – from the looks if it, a perfect fit.
Time rolled around and 6PM was approaching. Your hair looked gre
His deathFor years now he had prepared himself for this day, and now it had finally come.His death5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He grabbed his hat and his shotgun and barricated himself behind the brick wall of his house.
Through the mirror he stared at the horizon. He knew it was coming, he was ready.
Finally, in the distance, death appeared, riding a beautiful black horse.
So he took a deep breath, pointed directly at the heart of his enemy, and took his shot.
Both the beast and the rider fell, giving in to the cold ground below them.
As he went out of his house to look at the corpse of the two creatures he felt happy, satisfied; he had accomplished his goal.
When he was going back to his house he tripped over a rock and fell.
Straight-jacketMy cell was lit gray when I awoke, drab, and cold. I shivered and sat up.. My ankle stung when I tried to move it, reminding me of the grim days before. Pulling aside the towel bandage, I saw dried blood and grimaced; the bullet was lodged somewhere in my foot and I hadn't found a doctor to remove it. Though, I knew that it wouldn't mean anything, I looked around at the cell, which was the same. Right next to me was the wall, the two, empty cells, and the hallway, with an occasional guard-passerby. Slowly, I looked to the cell on my right; it was empty as usual. Then, I looked to the cell on my left and saw a girl with black hair and a straight-jacket tight around her. She was muttering.Straight-jacket4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hello?” I asked, carefully, gripping the bars with my hands, peering in at her.
She looked up at me, there was blood all over her face; she spit red out before she spoke to me. “Dammit,” she cursed.
“Hello?” I tried again.
“I heard you the first time!” s
Bubbly CollectionOnce upon a time there was a young boy named Andrew, he was 16 years old, he had short blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. He wore a white T-Shirt and blue jeans. He was a curious boy who loved going outside and exploring the woods near his house. One day while he was exploring the lush beautiful lively woods, he stumbled upon a small walking trail he has never seen before. Out of curiosity the he followed the trail. The trail seemed to go on forever until a small brick house became visible on top of a small hill in a clearing of the woods. Baffled as he never seemed to notice such a house this deep in the woods before, he approached the house. The house looked old, almost abandoned. The house was from the looks of it a small 3 bedroom brick house, 3 small windows in which were boarded shut, an old creaky porch, and a white front door that had its paint torn off. Despite the creepy vibe, the boy approached the front door and slowly opened the door. The house itself was surprisingly clean,Bubbly Collection5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Public Windborne event | Winter 759 | Part 5Eye of the StormPublic Windborne event | Winter 759 | Part 57 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Featuring Fox, Morfinwë (NPC), and others!
Early Winter, Year 759 of the New Age
It was going well. Too well. The fires still blazed behind them, but the rain had slackened their ferocity. Still, it’d won them enough time to escape from their pursuers. Fox nipped the rump of a slow fawn to coax a little more speed from it. He saw the soldiers around him doing the same, though with far more compassion. He couldn’t blame Éilias for being gentle with their cargo; his boy wasn’t too many years older than the fawns that ran before them. And Aerandir was using his words far more than his teeth to encourage the fawns - Fox couldn’t fault him, but all the same, he nipped at the slow fawn in front of him again.
Fox dared to allow hope to swell in his breast, and then the voice came. With the power of the wild storms of Windborne, the deep voi
Skylar's StaircaseShifting silently, she started shaking. Silver streaked Skylars split strands. She scrutinized suffering spirits she sensed; sunless souls surrounding Skylar. “Stop screaming…” she solicited.Skylar's Staircase8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She supposed she should scream, she should sob, she should sweat shock. “Soon…” she said soundlessly. Smoke, swimming smoothly, surrounding schoolgirls’ sorrow. She suppressed scared sadness; shadows slowly shifted, Skylar’d stopped seeing such shadows. Stabbing sensations seemed set, steady suffering. She sat, seemingly shocked speculating surviving safely.
She speculated simple survival.
Skylar’s solitary suffering should stop. She struggled silently. She should succumb…
She suddenly stood. Silent screams stuffed Skylar's skull.
“She shouldn’t stop suffering!”
“Stop sensing strength!”
“Sentiment shall sanction shadows’ silence...”
She siphoned such sentences, separatin
A desolate restThe fire crackled as I looked at it, taking a glance every so often to the sides of the beach as it crackled. A day, it’s been precisely a day since I was abandon here after a trip to study the island. I was left a single note that said the words: 'sorry', by the time I made it to the spot where the boat was at it was gone, far from gone it was nowhere in sight. It was a dreaded moment, they left me on the island out of something but what that was I wasn't sure. Was it a demon, a creature or something in between? I wasn't sure; the crackle of the fire took me out of my thoughts. I sat across the sand in an attempt to get rest as I drifted off, looking at the fire.A desolate rest1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lonely~?" A voice suddenly called from the distance, I shot up and looked around rubbing my head suddenly. It sounded like my wife; I shook my head and gained my composure, already going crazy in this place. I was about to lay myself back onto the stand when the same voice I now recognized as a female called again: "Yo
'Origins' Super! Short #1“Origins”'Origins' Super! Short #13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Super! Short #1
In a world where people with superpowers are rounded up by the government to serve the nation as over-glorified police officers; a group of teens find themselves living day by day as vigilantes when the world tells them that they can't be heroes.
They are; The Misfit 5
Normal. That was something that no one ever used when they described this group. No one in fact would think things other than “odd” or “somewhat endearing” and sometimes “hot”.
“Jesus Christ, Carter. That’s brutal.” Adam Wilson yelled/commented as he sipped his coke and looked at the tall brown haired boy through thick blonde eyelashes. Some techno asian music played to a point that they could feel it pulsing through them. Multi-colored lights flashed and the only constant source of light was the black light that made everything seem like it was glowing.
Bodies withered against each other on
One last cruiseNight time, I look out on the bow of the cruise ship as I glance out. It was all too still and quiet in the wide ocean but I didn't think twice of it, this place was always quiet and the rumors of dragons beasts and all sorts of other mythical beings that come out at night are always proven wrong and yet the conspiracists insist its the truth. The ones that believe it always yell during the day at the pool about the dangers of the ocean and the ship should turn around, naturally we don't listen and they're always taken away. Recently, a new rumor has come up and some have gotten interested...including myself.One last cruise4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being a unicorn and a book worm (which people like to mention match the fact I am completely blue, mane eyes and coat) I was always naturally curious about oddities of the great ocean and on land and I've recorded the studies. Yet, I don't believe the rumors of the monsters of the deep...except this rumor is no monster. This rumor says its a mare, a mare whom was born and raised i
Art vs. WritingSometimes I wonder if I can draw with words. Sometimes I want to paint a picture to illustrate what I think and what I feel but for some reason I cannot pick up my pen – it's like a blockade that's telling me »you need to get off the computer in twenty minutes anyway...«, so I don't even start.Art vs. Writing4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't draw a lot anymore, and I can't quite put my finger on why exactly. Laziness? Lack of muse or ideas? Could be any of those, really, or a combination of all of them. So then, whenever it is that there's nothing I want to do more than create fanwork and let out these feels that some wicked person (hello John Green, hello Derek Landy) implanted within me; they're raging to get out. And yet the moment I pick up my tablet pen my muse dissipates and vanishes like mist in the sunlight. It's almost eerie, thinking of how just moments ago I was full of motivation. Like my spirits are allergic to the plastic of my art tools.
So for the most part when I feel that way I open Word and
By the windowThere's this one girl. I see her every Thursday, standing there in the corridor. She seems to always be there before everyone else.By the window4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's why I always see her alone.
On Thursdays afternoons, the bell rings the break. I'm not the first to leave the classroom nor the last.
Why hurry when we have to get back there in 10 minutes? It happens that sometimes, when I feel like to, I don't even leave the room. It's fine.
But lately I've noticed this one person. This girl. She's always standing by the window, looking far away. She doesn't show any expression.
She doesn't even turn her gaze away from the sky when the bell rings loudly and the laughs of the students come through the corridor.
She just stands there, quietly. Alone.
The first time I noticed her I quickly forgot about her. It's only when I saw her that day that I grew curious about her. That day was a clear winter
day. The sky has never been brighter. Yet when I left the class I saw her standing right in front of the big, dazzling w
Spider's Web (pt. 1)If anyone walking down the dark lane of Gotham would of blinked, they'd of missed her. She'd of been in their peripheral vision one moment and gone the next. Miss Kyle had a fast way of walking about her.Spider's Web (pt. 1)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then again, maybe they'd still miss her even if they were looking. Gotham's very own Catwoman was a friend of the shadows- a mighty good friend at that. It was natural for her to hug the walls and dance around streetlights. She probably couldn't of been obvious even if she tried.
Thus the woman slunk, a heavy bag of groceries in one hand and a slinky black cat around her shoulders. Selina was draped in black clothing (although she was dressed as a civilian at the moment) to match her black eye makeup, which in turn matched her dark, dark red lips. Her almost ratty blonde hair displayed her spirit- wild and untamed.
"What do you think Isis? Was getting the chicken a good choice?"
Her pet purred against her neck.
"I think it was. It's not the same as fish, yes, b
Wrong Side of the Railing David Torns glanced back at the water. It was rough today with the spring rains, croppy and loud and off putting. It was like the water itself was saying ‘don’t do it Davey, it’s not the right choice David’. In it he heard his mother and dead father. He heard both his grandfathers and grandmother. He heard his sister and two brothers, his friends, his now ex-girlfriend. He heard all the people who didn’t understand.Wrong Side of the Railing6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He couldn’t keep going. He couldn’t keep living with this feeling of a growing void in his chest. In his heart. He couldn’t live knowing he was never going to be good enough for his family, his friends, for the girl he loved. He couldn’t give her the family she wanted, he had not business raising a child when he couldn’t even see any point for the future.
That’s why he asked to break up with Ashlyn last night. Why he had gotten up before everyone else whilst it was quiet and absent of people
If Today was Your Last Day: 1) Out of the Woods-Year 842-If Today was Your Last Day: 1) Out of the Woods8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a bad expedition for the Survey Corps. Commander Keith Shadis was at his whit’s end, more than half his men were dead, and even with the skills of his best fighters, their groups was being threatened at being wiped out.
Keith’s horse reared, throwing him off onto the ground. A giant thirteen meter titan loomed over him, its huge, bloody fingers reaching out to grab him.
This was the end. He shut his eyes.
But it didn’t come. The only thing that happened were three loud thuds that shook the ground. Looking up he was surprised to see all three titans were dead. Two of his most talented fighters Mike and Erwin standing over the first two, but on top of the third, the one that had been reaching for him, stood a smaller figure.
They were dressed from head to toe in dark greens and browns. A heavy brown hood was pulled over their head, strands of dark brown hair peeking out, a green bandanna covered the lower part of their face, and t
I'll Take You DreamingI was painting a picture, the window in my room, then the curtains.I'll Take You Dreaming1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were very, very old fashioned curtains with layers and silk and lace... and at first they were closed, and I washed them out and drew them open.
And then I started painting the trees outside and could see the paint coming to life, when a small child entered the room.
He was very young, no older than five or six, and was dressed in a little pantsuit with suspenders, and that was when I noticed how very old I was, my hands, wrinkled and marked with liver spots and arthritis, clutched at the tiny, delicate paintbrush.
And the boy came over to me and watched as my brush danced across the trees and the flowers bloomed in lavender and red and a bright white and he stopped me, and asked curiously;
"Who is that Grandmere?"
And I replied cheekily;
"Who do you think it is?"
And I saw a light enter his eyes as he started to point to the different flowers.
"Why, that's mom! And that's dad! Auntie Milly! Uncle Bobby! But oh! C
Lessons Learned (Cave, Level 1)When he was a child, Fredrick’s father taught him many things. How to run a shop, how to control his Ditto-totem abilities, how to talk to women without looking like a complete fool…Lessons Learned (Cave, Level 1)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
And cooking. Especially cooking. In fact, it was because of the sudden memory of his father’s famous barbeque sauce that Fredrick was entering Amusement Archipelago’s caves today, despite the lovely end-of-summer weather.
Said sauce, while not a special-looking recipe at first glance, required one particular ingredient to create its unique savory flavor…
A middle aged Ditto held up a tiny sprig of deep red leaves to his son’s face. “This, Fred mah boy, is Groudon’s Paw. It only grows in dim, cool areas, like tha opening areas o’ caves. Raw, it’s ah deep green color, almost ah black. It’s only when ya go ta dry it that it will turn this color an’ release its full flavor.
Of course, this memory brought with it a craving for the sw
The Survivor -Part 1-I looked out through the window and saw darkness in my eyes, with no stars in the skies. There was nothing out there for me. But I knew I had to get out and move on. The end was coming for this city, and who knows where else? I lived here my entire life, and now… everything is gone. My job, my family, my goals, my ambitions, it all doesn’t matter now. All that ever matters now is staying alive. I looked out in the window again, looking for a single glimmer of light in the sky, hoping for a single star to wish upon. But there was none.The Survivor -Part 1-3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the attic it was dirty and musky with a fresh scent of mold and another bitter stench that I couldn’t yet figure out. The darkness overlapped the cold of the winter stealing any warmth from me as I lied within this dark, dark place. I looked so many times out that single window that I couldn’t bear to look anymore. For all I did see was bombs flaring and fires grazing the world around me. It was a miracle that nothing has reache
Korra - Part TwoKorra woke up the next morning, worse than she has all week. Her bizarre yet grueling nightmares had kept her miserable even in her sleep. She forced herself out of bed and looked into her bedroom mirror.Korra - Part Two3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Tomorrow morning, you’ll wake up even worse”, Korra thought to herself. She looked away from her mirror and prepared herself for school silently.
The entire day, Korra could not think of anything else but her pending fate after school. She didn’t listen much less interpret anything teachers covered in class, only walked in physical education, and skipped lunch as she sat by herself across the courtyard. Her final class period began, and as she took her seat and looked up at the board she realized she had forgotten about her assignment last night. Korra widened her eyes out and dropped her jaw some. Ms. Lincoln would be displeased. Her biology teacher walked around the room checking off every student’s assignment and finally to Korra’s long awaited
The Fight ContinuedI stood my ground in front of Echo as the other wolves stepped closer.The Fight Continued4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jayden... Be careful..." Echo said.
"How am I gonna stand a chance against them?
"Kill them," the wolf said. I growled and they came closer.
"No! Enough!" I looked over and saw the two wolves from earlier step up beside me. The other wolves stopped and stared at us.
"Aiden. Jasper. What do you think you're doing?" the wolf growled.
"Two against twenty?" Aiden said.
"Jayden lost her memory. She didn't know what she was doing. It's not her fault." Jasper said, standing in front of me. These two were bigger than Echo and I.
"I guess I'll have to kill all four of you. It won't make any difference."
Jasper laughed, "Don't be stupid! You do realize the four of us were your strongest betas? We can kill your entire pack of stupid dogs off," Jasper snarled, "I always loved a challenge anyway."
"Kill them," the wolf said. His p
Last ChanceStringed lights sparkled through the trees, as I made my way down the trail. I could feel the light summer breeze drifting over my shoulders. My sweater slipped down over my shoulders.Last Chance5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Smiling in a clearing was the guy in always dreamed of. But there was something wrong with this dream. Something so perfect was not meant to happen to me.
When I stopped in the clearing, I could realize why it felt like a dream. That moment was the only thing I ever wanted.
Droplets sparkled down around the grass in clearing. There was a smile on his lips as he touched my cheek.
I could not imagine a better way to end my last day of Earth. The rain stopped, when a crack of lightning shoot across the sky.
Staring up at the sky, we both knew that it was time to say goodbye. He reached his head away from my face.
Tears slithered down the side of his face. A smile went across mine. I
Stay With Me - One Shot Request (Snoutlout x OC)One Shot Request: Erica x SnoutloutStay With Me - One Shot Request (Snoutlout x OC)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Erica!" a voice shouted out from bellow the hill. The brown haired girl looked down the pathway and saw a very familiar figure running up the hill towards her.
"Hey Snoutlout!" she called back, smiling as her dragon, Murdock, bent it's head for the girl to rub it's scales. She gently petted the dragon as Snoutlout walked, out of breath, towards her.
"What are you up too?" he asked in between wheezes.
She laughed, "I'm bout to take Murdock for a ride, do you want to come with?" she asked, cocking her head slightly to the side in question. Snoutlout's face seemed to light up at the thought.
"I would love too!" he said, grinning as his dragon, Hookfang, landed next to him- as if on cue.
"Sweet, we'll leave now" she said as she climbled on top of Murdock and took flight into the air immediately. Snoutlout followed her close behind before catching up to her. They took a long, easy flight, the wind blowing Erica's hair out of her face an
To Dance with the StormI find myself walking towards the nearest cab, and taking a ride. I completely have no idea where to go, or what to do. Everything in my mind was cloudy, and darkness accompanied me, inside and out. The skies had an unnatural purplish glow at this time of the night, and a distant rumble could be heard. A flash spread across the sky, and lit up the streets. I had a feeling that a heavy rain was coming. It isn't enough to dampen my feelings of hopelessness and desperation.To Dance with the Storm7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pulled out a small amount of cash from my back pocket and gave it to the driver. For a split second I hated the thought of giving the last of my money, and a runaway scheme formed in my head, but with what moral code left in me I shrugged it off and thanked the driver instead for taking me safely to my destination.
I walked a few blocks away from where I had been left off. I saw late-night ladies, with their occasional mini-skirts, flaunting their legs, hoping some guys would pick them up. "Hey baby," I heard them on