Claddagh .:edit:.Claddagh .:edit:.3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The hands holding show the friendship. Never breaking. Always getting stronger. It blossoms like such as a yellow rose.
It turns red, and the heart creates loved. With a crown sitting on the lover's heads. Loyalty of the crown protects the love. Forever united, forever loving.
Will there ever be an Anthro FPS game?We all think and dream about it at some point in our lives: An Anthro shooter game. Now of corse we all have our pictures of them, our very own reasons why anthropomorphic soldiers should be in a game, and parody videos with special editor effects, but would if we took the thought of anthropomorphic animals in a different way. Maybe in a direction like this:Will there ever be an Anthro FPS game?6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where we actually get to see them in action in a video game. An FPS based on this universe. An Anthro COD or Battlefield.
Think about it, this idea could really work. Like your character being knocked down by a jet strike, or a mortar, and an Anthro fox come onto the scene, sprays off a few rounds next to you, then notices you, and reaches his hand out for you saying, "We gotta move now!" as you pick up your weapon, and run for cover.
Or being inserted by helicopter, jumping down onto the path off of the chopper.
Another idea, take the Battlefield 4 Parcel Storm trailer, and replace all of the s
Chloe's BusChloe ran through the building, tears running down her face, she had just witnessed her best friend physically transform into a car. She would never see Lucy again but that didn't matter she had to get out of the building, but she was lost. She entered a room and her heart dropped when she saw it was a room very similar to the room where Lucy was when she turned into a car. She turned to leave but the door had slammed closed behind her. She banged and screamed for help, while this was going on the same contraption that turned Lucy into a car was lowering from the ceiling. Chloe was oblivious to this as she was scared, crying and trying to escape. The contraption lowered and zapped Chloe. She left a pain but erotic feeling at the same time, she spun around as the contraption raised back into the ceiling. "What just happened?" she thought, she didn't have time to think, the door opened on its own and Chloe ran out of the building.Chloe's Bus9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she exited the building she ran right into her father
The Sorrows of a Lost FriendThis was just another assignment done for Creative Writing and I thought I'd just post it.The Sorrows of a Lost Friend13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He lays there on the lush green grass with his eyes closed. A light breeze blew by, causing the leaves on the nearby trees to rustle and the grass to sway and lightly tickle the side of his body. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked up at the clear blue endless sky. Guilt washed over him once more.
How much time had passed? Weeks? Months? A year, maybe? He didn't know and honestly, didn't care. The death of his friend still weighed too heavily for him to care.
He sat up and looks around the deserted grassy field. Standing up, he picks up the bag that lies next to him and starts walking again. Before long, he is back in the small town he had been staying in and walked down the cobblestone streets. He never made any eye contact with any of the people around him. He was too afraid to look them in the eyes. Afraid that they'd see. See the weakness that lies within him, barely hidd
Sinkhole and the Rising StarsKoddle-oddle ah, kloddlah, koddle...oddle oddle ah...Sinkhole and the Rising Stars14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wind, caught in carved leaves of wood, carried the hollow reeds of the chime into their bigger brother and created simple, melodious, rustic noises that floated brusquely through the chilly December air. More than a few windchimes the wing had played in Dog Hill, Sinkhole's birthplace, but it did no good to dwell on thoughts of his hometown; that was over, and there was no disobeying the sort of southern courtesy that forbade him from returning. He walked through the roadside town near the facility that now governed him, wincing on every other step as his burns hurt abhorrently. The pale man known as Kasai had been a vicious adversary, and the zealous wounds he had inflicted on redneck were wretchedly stubborn.
Sinkhole caught more than a few strangers staring at him, though this was unsurprising: he was burly and tough-looking but sorely burnt and rather ragged. One boy in particular seemed
The Petting Zoo IncidentThe Petting Zoo Incident (Teen into llama)The Petting Zoo Incident13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trish was one of those volunteers that loved animals but could never handle doing the dirty work. The full time employees like to call them mollies, as in molysomophobia or the fear of dirt and grime. It was something that many volunteers were teased from because they were mostly kids who never knew what it takes to care for an animal 24/7. Trish was used to the taunting and shrugged it off. She loved animals and if working with them meant having to deal with the smelly cages and gross diet plans then so be it. She was finishing her rounds before heading home and had to make sure all the animals had been placed in their pens at the petting zoo area. As she made her way into the yard, she saw a few animals were still outside. Specifically the donkey, a few sheep, and the young llama. The donkey was pulled in easily and calmly walked into his stall to get some food. The sheep were a little more difficult and tried their best to run back out of t
One Pint of Guinness (Updated) Thomas walked into the bar. It was desolate, except for the handful of patrons that practically lived there. Old lady Welch sat in the far corner not giving a damn. Mister Wyle sat at the bar in front of the television, which was showing coverage of some parade that was going on somewhere. Misses Trublanc sat in the opposite corner booth as Lady Welch and stared a sign that had a number of tongue twisters on it. The few decorations on the walls had been there since the bar opened and if they were removed the wall would look like it was brand new. Thomas sat down on the stool he annually occupied. Right in the middle of the bar, near the taps. His wife sat out in the car, letting him have his moment.One Pint of Guinness (Updated)14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Peter, the barman, came over and set a pint of Guinness in front of him. The amber color of the dry stout still sinking to the bottom giving way to the rich black tone and luscious head. Peter was the best Guinness server in the state, or at least he liked to think
The Gas Masked Prince and his Angel from the StarsA soft orange glow consumed the dark blanket of shadows and hushed the whispers of the night. The moans of aching joints bending in the breeze engrossed the silence. The old lumber broadened itself to attest to the uninvited guest. Long slender legs dangled from the sill, caramel skin vivid in the warm luminous glow of melting wax. Kosher azure eyes stared as destiny wrote itself in incoherent patterns of light, swirling in a silent admixture of wonder. A single round ring grooved itself against the black, admitting it's light for the lonely traveler of the night.The Gas Masked Prince and his Angel from the Stars14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Examining crimson eyes watched as his guardian from the heaven wordlessly perched herself on the joist. She did not spare him a glance, nor did she acknowledge his presence. She simply peered into the somber abyss of the caliginous night. Her chest rose and fell in a changeless pattern, fingers dancing through the warm chocolate sinuous tresses of her hair.
He couldn't help but smile at her surreal state. He did
My DA Family: L4D1Chapter 1: Something like a recipe…My DA Family: L4D114 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kat cautiously stirred the last spoonful of spice in.
She done it ‘cautiously’ because last time, her spice had caused a small explosion in the kitchen. She never let Ripki or Hana in the kitchen again after that, not unattended at least.
When nothing unusual occurred, she sighed in relief and shook in some salt.
“Abi, do you know what time Mandy is getting back?” She turned away briefly address her sister, forgetting she was still shaking, “I’ll need to know whether or not to serve her one with everyone else or save one for later.”
Abi looked up from her work and towards the large, art deco clock on the wall.
“Should be here any minute, but remember how she likes to stroll through the park.”
Kat nodded and turned back around, quickly stopping her hand motions and looking down at the pot.
“Ah well, it will be a teensy bit salty.” She muttered to herself.
Giving it a good st
A War in The Shadows Part 2: Midnight ReconA War In The ShadowsA War in The Shadows Part 2: Midnight Recon15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2: Midnight Reconnaissance
John Blake: August 14th, 2014
After our day of tourism, we returned to our hotel around 8:00 P.M. To analyze the audio from the bugs that we had planted the night before and had found that there was noise, and it sounded like something was being installed through an elevator that we had not found, presumably on the end of the tunnel corridor, being recorded by one of Elliott's bugs. We had planned a recon mission at midnight, to see what had been put in the corridor. Tessa and Elliott decided that they should stay above ground and alert us of anything that goes wrong so we can get out before we get caught, and Evelyn and I would go into said tunnel. At 11:50 P.M., we had arrived at the rear of the factory, and I helped Evelyn into the vent, as she had problems.
“I've never done this before.”, said Evelyn.
“Don't worry about it, you are doing great.”
“It doesn't fit, dammit.”
NamesThe girl’s name was inconsequential, but to stave off curiosity, I’ll tell you that it was Emma B. Emma B. was apparently not fond of her last name, because she never voluntarily told anyone. Perhaps her last name was really just B. But these are not important details. If Emma were writing this, she wouldn’t even bother with her name. Instead, she would define herself in a different manner. By her favorite color (lilac), by her favorite flowers (daisies), by her favorite sound (a teakettle whistling). Maybe by her least favorite shape (trapezoid), her biggest fear (being run over), or her greatest asset (being extremely intuitive). The point is, her name wouldn’t enter into it at all.Names16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In September, Emma B. was riding a train somewhere in Europe-- the exact location is not important—and she was on her way to Paris. Or Barcelona. Some beautiful, fanciful city, anyway. She sat quietly in her seat, her shoulder-length hair tied neatly in a bun. She wore
InkWill’s hand burned. Constantly, she reached under the sleeve of her white wool sweater, scratching the patch in an effort she knew was worthless. The teacher droned on, ignorant, or uncaring. One of the two. She eventually found it impossible to bear any longer, and stood abruptly, leaving the classroom without so much as a word. Maybe she would run cold water over it, see if that helped. She didn’t know why, she just felt like she had to get out of there as soon as possible.Ink17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
By the time she’d reached the bathroom, she’d forgotten about her arm, as the burning feeling began in her throat, and the pit of her stomach. She hurled on the floor next to the trash can, then fell down in it. She stood, wiping her hair from her eyes and pulling her sleeve up, revealing the bothersome hand. She almost hurled again. The part of her hand that was burning was black. Completely black. The veins near it also were starting to turn black. Come to think of it, so were her eyes. A
TGB [[ Just Like Animals ]] Achlys / Jebizel[ Achlys / Orange-Light / Nightwatch Forest ]TGB [[ Just Like Animals ]] Achlys / Jebizel17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Darkness swooped upon the land like a hawk going in for the kill, casting its menacing, shrouded talons over the Nightwatch Forest. Earthy scents laid thickly in the air, adding to the eerie, sinister feeling of the land. To a point, the night had grown so dark that the figures seemed to blend together; spindly tree branches seeped into the darkening sky, making the branches appear to be wicked claws. Night’s ghastly breaths whistled through the low trees, howling menacingly as a lone cat bounded through the landscape.
Achlys felt the wind tug at her fur, causing a chill to run down her spine. Oh, how she loved the thrilling sensation of racing through the obscured forest, trees merely blurs as she glided through the land. Abruptly, the Orange-Light skidded to a halt, panting for breath. In spite of this, a gleam of excitement shone in the female’s yellow eyes.
My KingPart 1My King20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe you don't like me, or maybe you just won't talk to me. Then again, you don't really talk to anyone, do you? To others, you appear lazy and even possibly unmotivated. I used to see you that way too, to be honest. But after you'd fought for me, saved me, I know that isn't the case. A simple shake of your hand changed my entire life, and it was then that I could see the faint, kind, and caring shimmer in your lazy amber eyes.
I like sitting on the couch with you, usually to your left as the little one sits on my lap. The others laugh and tell jokes when we all meet up at the bar, but your voice is the one I long to hear the most. When you do speak, I listen intently to your words, soaking them in and thinking about what kind of person you are. I'm one of you, I fit in with the oddballs, and I thank their king the most.
I remember a certain day more than others. You went outside for a cigarette, and had asked me to follow
The Dragon's NestOver the sound of the rushing waters from the nearby falls she could hear the scribbles of her pen against the paper, furiously trying to lay out what she was seeing. It was by pure chance that she had come across the dragon's nest, the majestic creature sitting on a large rock at the top of the falls. Greenish brown scales would have blended in with the earthy tones of the outcropping if it laid just right, but now its wings were spread to reveal the reddish membrane between the bones that allowed it flight.The Dragon's Nest26 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You beautiful thing." Kaida whispered to herself, sketching a little faster as she realized the dragon was getting ready to leave its perch. As soon as it was gone she was going to go up there, see if there really was a nest or something else it was protecting. Not a moment too soon, it seemed, for as she finished putting the last lines on the rough sketch an almost deafening noise reached her ears and the dragon spread its wings wider before leaping from the rock. Just before it
Raining Rose Petals ACT 4[NORMAL POV]Raining Rose Petals ACT 42 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ruby Rose, sitting on the bed and settled next to her friend who had woken up miraculously from his "mission" of getting something precious back to her. Although she was happy, but guilt and regret were the remaining emotions clouded next to her heart. Boy, she was glad that Rain was still alive, if not her despair worsened from the fact that she cried over something stupid but precious and she also lost a friend from getting it back for her from the depths of the Emerald Forest. Rain was at her sight, alive and breathing, taking a moment to eye down at his patched up injuries. Ruby said to her teammates that her visit to Rain would be a quick moment, but it had apparently shown to be a heart-to-heart moment as friends. Relationship strengthening unfolds as she spoke.
"I'm sorry,Rain..." My apology followed by an emotional ache once more. I was so stupid back there for crying over something so small,despite it being something precious to me. Rain just glanc
YJ:Mission 7/ Hard Learned LessonYJ:Mission 7/ Hard Learned Lesson16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mission 7/ Hard Learned Lesson
Marvin skated around the other students, whistling the tune from his head phones. He spotted Conner and M'gann walking up to the school. He changed directions and headed straight for them. "Hey! Konner, Megan!" He stopped and stomped on his board, flipping it up. He caught it. He noticed Conner carrying something; not something, someone. Cat rested on his back, piggy-back style. Her face was in the back of Conner's neck while her arms hung around it. "Who's that?"
"A friend of ours. She's starting here today." Conner shifted his shoulders as he slowly put her down. She rubbed her eyes in a daze. M'gann handed her a to-go cup of coffee.
"Sweet. I'm Marvin." He held out his hand to shake.
"Catherine Lord." She bowed her head and then yawned.
"You're not much of a morning person I take it." He chuckled.
"She usually isn't up before noon." M'gann laughed. At that moment Mal Duncan b