What Did the Broken Daisy Tell You?This place smells like piss. No, it is piss. The way the sewer and sulfur water mix together and stay dormant on the concrete remind me of the masculine musk you find in the men’s gas station bathroom. That is until the sun decides to peek its lazy face out from behind the clean, white clouds and boil the stuff up. Then the smell really hits you. It hits you like how that one pimp behind our building hits his hoars. You breathe it in your lungs, it gets tangled in your hair, and sticks to your clothes as wine stains soak into satin. The stuff never really evaporates though. It’s like the cracked sidewalk and shabby buildings just drink it in like their favorite shot of whiskey. They smoke the piss tainted air, inhaling the noxious fumes, and then exhaling it back to us through their cracked windows and chipped paint, especially on hot summer days when it hasn’t rained in weeks. What makes it worse is when the water stops working in our building. Then the good people oWhat Did the Broken Daisy Tell You?17 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
What the Woods Gave HerThe wind was already whispering its uncertainties. The dandelions, swaying in its steady momentum, most certainly had their doubts about the mother and daughter that were making their way through the thick wood. The trees of this particular wood stood close together as if gossiping about the forest creatures that always slinked and skittered up and down their slender trunks all day and night, leaving claw marks on their beautifully crafted bark. Some of the slimmer trees arched their backs as if lamenting over the loss of their bright green leaves that now littered the forest floor being trodden upon by the woman, but carefully being avoided by her daughter who sensed the pain these trees felt. The evening heat of the much too crowded forest nearly suffocated the mother in her stifling, yet extravagant, evening gown.What the Woods Gave Her28 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dark, pristinely ironed curls of this mother were now falling limp as the moisture in the late afternoon air began to dampen its shape. Her slightly powdered complexio
Touka's Track MeetTouka’s Track MeetTouka's Track Meet39 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Touka was running laps around the school’s running track as Leon, Sakura and Alisha watch her. Alisha looks at Sakura “How long as she had been running?” Sakura then said “A few hours, since she heard about this track meet she’s been training hard” Leon watches Touka as she finishes her final lap “I never seen her so determined like this” Sakura walks over to Touka with a bottle of water “You need to rest” Touka’s face was red and covered with sweat, her hair became undone and flowed to the middle of her back “I know...what was.....my time?” Touka asked her as she drank some water. Sakura looks at her “You were out here for a few hours Touka” Sakura looks at her sister “If I’m going to time you, you need to do certain events” Touka looks up but smiles because she knew Sakura was right “Ok...I’ll start after this bottle” Sakura glares at
ThunderstormKid whimpered and clutched his pillow tighter against his body as he heard the sound of rolling thunder from outside, the lightning temporarily lighting his bedroom.Thunderstorm44 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
God, I hate thunderstorms.
Death City wasn’t known for having storms very often, but when it rained, it rained hard. Flash floods weren’t uncommon and with harsh winds and lightning, many residents are left without power for days at a time. It was nothing short of a miracle that the Gallows Mansion was spared from a seemingly inevitable power-outage.
Kid flinched under the covers as the thunder boomed again. He had always resented his fear of thunderstorms, he was a death god after all. How could he be so afraid of something just as natural as death?
He suddenly remembered what he would’ve done at a younger age. He imagined his younger self, desperately searching for his father during the storm, the pitter-patter of little feet echoing throughout the large mansi
About the new SGPA series...Despite the way the title seems, don't worry. It's nothing bad. Quite a few of you know about the new series I'm writing with the SGPA characters but what you don't really know is what I'm doing with it. The majority of y'all joined prior to Young Justice and some of y'all actually got into comic books because of it. And some of y'all know nothing o.o Which isn't bad, it happens. Then there are a lot of you who lost your SGPA mojo since YJ has stopped airing.About the new SGPA series...55 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, on that I heard since Beware the Batman bombed so badly, they're debating if YJ should be renewed so we'll just have to wait and see. But since I'm not psychic and I do want to rekindle everyone's love for the whole concept-
For the SGPA series, I'm converting it to the New 52 comic book universe. I mean, y'all all know your characters because duh, you made them. So what I'm doing is as I convert them and their backgrounds to New 52, y'all will be seeing sides to your characters and learning things about them t
A Joyous DayHe pulled his old, beat car into the driveway, turned the ignition off and slowly exited. He was tired and cold. A few inches of snow clung to the ground and continued to lazily fall from above. With a deep sigh and a growing smile, he made his way up the few steps of the house. He turned the cold door knob and entered the warm house. Setting down his paperwork, he took the time to unzip his winter coat and kick off his boots. While brushing the snow from the boots and placing them in front of the furnace vent to dry, a feminine voice calls out to him; the voice of his wife.A Joyous Day56 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Sweetie, you’re home. I was starting to get worried.” A soft, faint voice rings out from the upper level of the house.
“Yeah, sorry, the snow really slowed things down. Where are you?” The man shouts up the stairs in response.
“In our room, come up when you can, we need to talk.” The woman says, without revealing herself.
“O-ok, I’ll be
The dareYou and your friend was walking in the wood until u guys see a sleeping giant and he dared u to climb him so what r u going to do?The dare1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
1) do it
2) do it together
3)switch your the giant
4) your own ideas
If your the giant u can be any hight u want and what will u do when they wake u up?
1) grave the girl/ boy and make them your mate
2) eat on of them or both - soft vore
4) your own ideas
Power Hungry Episode 10 - The Water Dragon part 1After her glorious victory she was still searching for more power as she failed to obtain the power of earth. Its nightfall and we come across a mystical girl dancing in a river as her long dark blue hair flew with the gentle breeze under the light of the full moon as the river glistened from its beautiful ray of light reflecting upon the the girls naked body. Chloe came across the girl and stepped into the icy water alerting the maiden of her presence.Power Hungry Episode 10 - The Water Dragon part 11 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Who goes there?" Kendra questioned as she turned her head to noise covering herself with her hands.
"Power..." Chloe mumbled as the moons gaze revealed the crazed girls face.
"Oh its a girl, thought you were a peeping tom" Kendra exhaled in relief.
"Power" Chloe repeated as she slowly walked towards her target.
"What? Your not friendly?" Kendra questioned as she slowly backed away. Chloe jumped towards her target but Kendra responded by having a spiral pillar of water surround her, to strong for any normal attack to pierce, sending Chl
Just Like You part 4I know what you’re wondering, how does a quiet depressed teenager with a nob for an older brother become a killer? Well I’m getting there. Perhaps I am rearing slightly off topic but this background is making me all nostalgic. What? You did not think killers could feel nostalgia? Well I can. But I have already told you I am just like you. I am not a psychopath or a sociopath the only thing slightly different about me is I am dyslexic. Something I only recently found out. Before a test confirmed I had a disability I was just called stupid.Just Like You part 41 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Throughout my childhood and even into my adulthood that is what everyone believed of me. But I am not stupid. I have killed fifteen people. And if anyone cared at all they would have noticed I was clever. That it was my disability not my intellect holding me back. Perhaps if they cared they would have already caught me. But I have already told you no one cares. Not about me or you or even that my victims are dead. No one even noticed
Freshman 115Heather sat in her car in silence, debating with herself in her mind. Today could be the day she finally changes things. The day she stops giving into convenience and laziness and turns her life around. The day she takes control after spiraling OUT of control for the past eight months... She could start her car back up, drive to the grocery store, and buy something decent for once, start NEW habits... She could start... today...Freshman 1152 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"...I'll start tomorrow."
Heather sighed and heaved herself out the door, the side of her car dipping down as she shifted her weight against the frame. Slamming the door shut, she made her way to the font of the Seven-Eleven, the electronic doors sliding open as she approached.
Heather was heavier than your average college freshman, but she hadn't been back when she started her first semester. She used to look like your average young adult; not too thin but not fat either, a healthy weight. She'd never actively tried to keep her weight down, it had just worked
Resist (Part Four) "Well this isn't so bad," Brigid said kicking it into high gear and running up next to Leviathan. He glanced at her and sneered, "I'm out here because of you." Brigid smiled and said, "But at least we can talk out here." Leviathan grit his teeth and began running faster. Brigid kept up with his stride, having to work her legs twice as hard because her legs were half as long.Resist (Part Four)2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Talking is what got us into this mess," he growled. She was breathing too hard to reply. Gideon suddenly came up beside Brigid and said, "You should pace yourself, Brigid, we're going to be doing this until midnight." Brigid glanced at Leviathan and then nodded and fell back. Gideon glared at Leviathan and asked, "Why are you so mean, Levi?" Leviathan clenched his fists at the sound of that name and glanced at Gideon. He was older and taller, but they were both Elites. He looked back down at the ground at his bare feet pounding against the rough concrete. Suddenly, without a second though
Mater Fourty-NinerMater Fourty-NinerMater Fourty-Niner3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a slow but normal day in Radiator Springs for the residents of the small town. Even the town’s resident racers were having a slow day. Lightning yawned as he looked out at the road from Flo’s café. It was unusual for him to not be training, but then again, it was a slow day for all of them.
Next to the red racer, Doc also felt the slowness of the day. Since things were appearing to be slow that morning, he had called off the training session for the day, just preferring to laze around. The midnight blue racer was feeling a bit out of it too, as his gaze was unfocused at the moment, his mind wandering.
Just then, Mater came up, feeling quite chipper and excited, even though everyone else was feeling the slowness of the day. “Mornin’!” Mater chirped as Lightning rolled his eyes and yawned again.
“Hey Mater…” He replied lazily.
Mater stopped when he heard the racecar’s tone. “Feelin’ lazy?&
THAT WOULD BE NICEAS I SIT IN MY OFFICE,MY EYELIDS FEEL HEAVY ON MY EYES. MY BODY REEKS OF EXHAUSTION. MY ARMS AND LEGS FEEL LIKE LEAD. MY FACE IS RED AND IT FEELS SWOLLEN,BUT I'M NOT COMPLAINING. I JUST SUCK IN ANOTHER BREATH OF AIR. I WISH I COULD JUST FLOAT AWAY ON A CLOUD AND SLEEP ON IT. THAT WOULD BE VERY NICE. I HOPE MY SHIFT HURRY'S UP AND END. I DON'T WANT MY CO WORKERS ASKING ME QUESTIONS LIKE :" WHAT'S WRONG'THAT WOULD BE NICE3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Accidents - WendyI had an accident when I was one.Accidents - Wendy3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
There’s not really much to tell… it’s a pretty short story, despite how long it has affected me.
I wanted everything and anything that was shiny. Actually, I wanted everything and anything, period. And if I didn’t get it, I’d throw a huge tantrum until I did.
But I think everyone was just exaggerating, just because I was the first girl. They always whine about my tantrums. If anything, I just complain a little bit.
Anyway, it happened on a day when we got a lot of new servants, since Morton’s egg was going to hatch any day now, and Larry’s was close to being laid.
I was sitting in the bathroom, waiting for the Wash Boos to cater to my daily bath needs. There was a Paratroopa there, a newbie… I think his name was Blurr or something. He’s in the Troops now, and he’s a fairly high ranked solider. But when he first came to the castle, he was pretty young, around fifteen. He was told to keep an e
Can You Forgive Me? "Ugh..." Blaze groaned, "What happened?" She wearily opened her eyes. Her arms were chained to the wall and Silver was across from her. "Silver!"Can You Forgive Me?3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He opened his eyes, they were full of pain.
"Are you ok Silver?"
He nodded slightly.
"Are you sure?"
He closed his eyes and nodded again.
"I swear I'll hurt Mephiles for what he did!" She shouted. Silver looked so hurt and vulnerable, it made her feel horrible, as if it were her fault.
Just then the door opened. Shadow stood in the doorway.
Blaze watched as he walked over to Silver. The white furred male looked up at him weakly. Ruby eyes glared at him.
"You leave him alone Shadow!" Blaze growled.
"Don't tell me what to do!" He shouted as he whirled around to face her.
Blaze glared angrily, "Don't hurt my friend."
Shadow chuckled, "You're such a hypocrite. Telling me not to hurt your friend, but you already hurt me."
"How? By letting me believe that you cared. I thought that maybe I wouldn't have to be alone anymore. I gu
Crossplaying - TGI laid on my back on my bed and started to slip all of my clothes off, feeling the soft bed against my back. Slowly, I got back up and opened up my closet, looking around to make sure nobody was around, even though I was the only one in the apartment. Once I confirmed that I was alone, I bent down and pushed some suits away, revealing a hidden door.Crossplaying - TG3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I opened up the door and crawled through it, standing back up and brushing some dust off of my bare body. Inside was a whole wardrobe of feminine clothing, from tube tops to skirts. I grabbed a pair of pink panties and slipped them up to cover my crotch. Unfortunately, I had to adjust my member so it was more comfortable in the soft undergarments.
After that, I pulled a bra over myself, stuffing to fake boobs inside the cups, adjusting them so they looked even. Now for the dilemma, what would go on over the undergarments? Finally, I settled for a black miniskirt and a shirt that was just a little too short, exposing the bottom of my stomach
The Princess and her Knight, Chapter 1The young girl brushed the long strand of orange-red hair from her face, staring down at the floor of the carriage that rocked gently back and forth. She felt nervous, and slightly frightened, as they neared their destination. The older man sitting in front of her stared out at the passing scenery, not paying the young lady any attention, like he had for the past few days since they started their journey.The Princess and her Knight, Chapter 14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The servant woman next to her gently rested a hand on her knee, and the young girl looked up at her. The woman smiled gently at her.
“Isn’t it lovely outside, Young Mistress?” The woman asked, peering just beyond her. “Though it’s all nothing but sand, the scenery is quite lovely.”
“It’s too bright,” the girl replied, not looking outside. “And far, far too hot. This is supposed to be my new home?” She sighed deeply. “I miss France already, Antoinette. At least there was some green there.”
The Lonely Soul: PrologueI don't need anyone....The Lonely Soul: Prologue4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've been alone from the start....
I don't need anything....
I won't live long enough for my "friends" and "family" to betray me.....
"YAITO! OPEN THE DOOR!!!"
Why does he even bother.....?
He doesn't care.....
He never has....
"YAITO! OPEN UP OR I'LL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN!!"
The door swung open and the faint light from the hallway crawled into my dark room. In the door way stood Nick and Hikru, they walked in and stood before me. I sat in a corner with a knife in my left hand. I looked up, my ruby red eye dull for lack of sleep. Nick's ocean blue eyes were narrowed but soften as he sighed and kneeled down in front of me.
"Yaito....." he sighed. "Give me the knife."
"Please, do what he says." Hikru begged. I looked at her and then Nick, with a sigh, I gave him the knife. He tossed far away from us and looked back at me.