LIT COMMISSION 11: BeautifulVictoria’s feet pounded against the pavement as she made her way back home. Today had been rough. One of the bad days. She needed to blow off some steam and she refused to dump her mess on her girlfriend. A quick run through the park had been good. She felt like she’d outpaced her tension from the day.LIT COMMISSION 11: Beautiful24 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
She came in sight of her apartment building. And the woman sitting on the steps. Victoria’s feet slowed and came to a halt at the bottom step. Tilting her head to the side, Jasmine smiled up at her with the corner of her mouth. “Wow,” she said in her low, smoky voice, raking her eyes over Victoria’s sweaty form. “You look good.”
Jasmine, on the other hand, looked small and tired. She had her legs pulled close to her chest and her arms wrapped around them though it was a warm night. She was thin, almost painfully so. Her light brown eyes were opened wide like they were pleading with Victoria to know.
To know what?
Swiping her dark bang out o
08.07.2014Bien le bonjour, Oh Voyageurs!08.07.201426 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oui je vous entends. J'entends vos remarques fusantes, comme j'entends les quolibets moqueurs de la plèbe, vos regards désapprobateurs, je les reçoit, je les comprends : ils me peinent.
En effet, il fut naguère un temps où l'on prétendait vous présenter ici un véritable cabinet de l'esprit de l'homme. Où l'artiste se mêlait à la foule pour y déverser l'affreuseté inénarrable de sa psyché. Où par ce seul moyen, nous communiquions, vous et moi, pour nous grandir au milieu de cette fange cérébrale.
Et vous attendiez, avec grand soif, le flux de l'homme qui pense pour le dévorer. Vous pensiez tout cela sincère, évident, et comme éternel. La promesse d'une chose qui marche, et dont on fait partie.
Aujourd'hui, les ficelles lâches de cette imposture vous apparaissent, grossières, évidentes elles aussi. Et c'est autour de cette source trop
The Witch and The VultureThe sun was high in the sky, beating down on the dry, baked, desert.The Witch and The Vulture2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A girl with long, raven black, hair lay spread-eagled in the sun. She was dressed like a witch with her hat sitting beside her shoulder. There were three vultures hanging around her. The girl jolted upright and grabbed her hat .
“Oh, hello vultures, what are you doing?”
“Us? We were seeing if you were dead little witchling.”
“Well that is just rude, Mr. Vulture, I was only sleeping.”
The two extra vultures squawked and flew off, leaving the witch with the vulture she was talking to. The witchling stood up pulling her hat onto her head, in an effort to keep the sun off of her face.
“Do you have a name, Mr. Vulture?”
“No, witchling, Mr. Vulture will do just fine.”
“Okay, well, my name is Darla, and it’s very nice to meet you.”
“Witchling Darla, hmmm,” Squawk! “Perhaps you’d fancy a small game?”
Darla looked at the
Waiting for a TrainHe looked at his watch carefully. He had to go soon. "I don't want to miss my train." he muttered to himself.Waiting for a Train3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man with the watch walked to the platform to try to be on time. He noticed no one else was waiting. He stood where he was supposed to anyways. "Somebody has to go first." he muttered to himself. He waited at the front of the line, which slowly formed behind him.
First in line behind him was a man on the phone. "Honey I'll be home soon" the phone man said.
"The train isn't here just yet, it's coming don't worry." he continued. "I'll pick up dinner when I get to the stop okay?"
The person third in line was a young woman testing out different kinds of makeup. Her friend, directly behind her, fourth, was trying to give her advice. "No that red looks terrible." the makeup girl's friend said.
"I like it though" the makeup girl said in response. "I think it makes my cheekbones pop more."
Behind them sat a boy playing on his phone, fifth in line. He tried to make it look like he wa
Portals-O-Fun“Portals-O-Fun”Portals-O-Fun3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
An American Tale (hardy friggin har har) by fivelmousekewitz
Cerinian Shadow and a white mouse were having lunch together in a local deli in the city while chatting about role-playing, one of the things they loved to do. They just met a little while ago, and by total coincidence, happened to enjoy similar interests. Cerinian didn’t know the mouse’s name. Strangely, it was the green fox who introduced himself while he bumped into each other in an elevator. Cerinian had never met anyone he clicked with so quickly. It was like they had been friends for years. Topic after topic, they practically read each other’s minds. It was almost frightening.
They met while they were crossing each other’s paths in said elevator. Jake the white mouse walk walking with his eyes fixated on his cell phone while Cerinain Shadow the green fox was playing music on his phone. They bumped into each other while they were boarding an empty elevator. While they c
15. Fluffy____________________________________15. Fluffy4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Request: Tame 50 Monsters
Monster No. 50 : Fluffy
As one of the four princesses of Selphia, Coralie was often requested by Ventuswill to take on various tasks via the mailbox in order to earn the trust of the townspeople. Usually, Coralie would split these tasks with her dear friends, but unfortunately...they were currently out of town, leaving Coralie to finish one of the most difficult tasks on her own.
That task...was to befriend fifty monsters. Though she wanted to drop the task and tell the requester off, that was simply not an option. Why? Because the requester was her boyfriend, Arthur.
Selphia: Town Square
Coralie came walking through the heart of town, two red chipsqueeks following after her; before she could reach the door to her room, she collapsed on the cobblestone ground. "My god... how many left...?" She dragged herself to the mailbox to check the statu
Necross and Co.'s Reference SheetsName: NecrossNecross and Co.'s Reference Sheets8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Occupation: Leader of a demon army
Appearance: Dark Blue Skin
Purple Military Zipped-Up Jacket
Silver Bracelets On Each Wrist
Personality: Necross is a man that is completely consumed with hatred and rage against the heavens and would stop at nothing to destroy them once and for all. He rarely shows remorse for his enemies, the angels and acts sadistically towards them loving their pain.
Despite his hatred, deep down, he is actually a depressed man who had lost his faith in life and decided that seeing that simply going on is too hard, he would rather take his anger on the people who had ignored him. He knows what it is like to lose a loved one or to be betrayed so he could connect with them. This made him a charismatic and almost father-like attitude that is able to join him. Also, it is not that he have comtempt for anyone but he is willing to
Vanity and Feathers“You look thin, Fai. Have you been eating?” The dark-haired boy tucked a napkin into the front of his shirt in preparation for his lunch.Vanity and Feathers8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yes, Master Lethim.” Fai took special care not to spill the soup he had been instructed to bring from the kitchen. Such a mistake would surely mean punishment, especially if it happened at the expense of the High Master’s fifteen-year-old son.
Lethim examined his servant’s lean, muscular frame. Were it not for the bruises on his wrists and his thinning waist, he might have looked like a visitor from a far-off land. But the marks of slavery betrayed his true purpose in the Myki household.
Fai gave a light bow and turned to leave, taking care not to bump anything with his massive, ash-gray wings.
‘I wish I had a strong pair of wings like that.’ Lethim picked up his spoon. ‘But mine would carry me.’
The human cook was busy cutting fruit when Fai returned to
Shane and Co.'s Reference SheetNOTE: Every person but Priscilla, of course have wings that they could use fly around and have them closed to act as a shield. Also, all of the angels but Fidestos could have the power of healing hands allowing them to tend to their allies' wounds. Also, they can't die by normal circumstances. HOWEVER, due to the fact that they are hiding the facts they are angels, they would try to hide their powers unless it is an emergency.Shane and Co.'s Reference Sheet8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Age: 94 (Physically 22)
Appearance: Short Brown Hair
Classy Red Zipped-Up Jacket (with Black Collar)
White Shirt (Though it can't be seen unless he takes off his jacket
Red And White Sneakers
Personality: Shane is a very kind, modest and gentle soul who tries his best to be nice to everyone, even his enemies though he could be quite a ditz and sometimes says that may annoy and insult some people. He also dislikes fighting and try to avoid a fight unless if he could help
Terms and Conditions (Shall Not Apply)She waited.Terms and Conditions (Shall Not Apply)8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The door opened, but to her surprise, she had to look down to find that the person who opened the door was not a person at all, but lizard--no, a digimon, with black hide and blue crystals framing his upper skull, back, and claws.
"What do you want?" He snarled at her.
"Um...Uh...Is...Is this Razor Kihaku's place?"
"He's not home. Go away." The digimon slammed the door on her and she heard the click of a lock. Venus was left dumbfounded at the door. She had forgotten that Razor would, of course, have a digimon partner, but she didn't think it would be such a rude thing!
Roumon started to pinch her arms lightly with his claws. "Venus, he's not home! Why don't we go back into our room and plan what to do next? You should probably stop worrying and enjoy this world!"
Venus felt herself tremble. "This isn't a vacation. I never asked to come here, to this dangerous place full of unfamiliar things and unfamiliar people. I'm out of place, I'm disturbed. Everything I knew as a soli
Chester the Lonely RockChester the Lonely RockChester the Lonely Rock8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting in a small meadow in a mountain valley sat Chester. Chester was a gray rock with a large crack running up his side, he not much bigger then a beach ball. Chester was the the only rock in the meadow. Chester was near the center of the meadow where he could see everything. He would watch the grass dancing with each other, the family of mice that played at the feet of the grass, and the ants and beetles crawl over the ground to find food.
Chester had arrived at the meadow many years ago. In a great storm Chester tried to hold on to his family but slipped and lost his way. He traveled, meeting many new friends along the way, but Chester was forced eventually to move on. One day the wind blew so hard, and the rain came down so hard Chester could no longer see where he was. When the storm was over Chester had found himself in the middle of the meadow.
For years Chester looked for a friend or a member of his family, but they never came to find hi
Busywork [Unfinished RP]"Careful with that!" Silver warned, lunging forward to catch the box before it fell. The recruit carrying it apologized profusely, but the C-rank simply clicked his tongue and handed it back to them. "Just be more mindful of how you move things down the line." He watched as rabbits continued to pass packages of food back and forth along the line, leading all the way into the kitchen. Their winter supplies had arrived less than an hour ago--this time the order was nearly tripled due to the large amount of newcomers and the fairly small amount of withdrawing members. They had more rabbits than usual. Silver didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "Oi!" He shouted at a pair of rabbits dawdling too long with a box. "Keep it moving! You're not allowed to eat anything until it's in the kitchen!" Of course, they'd swap rabbits out for the second team in about another hour, but right now almost everyone--from medics to arsonists to rippers--passed food down into the kitchens. SilvBusywork [Unfinished RP]8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
[TG] Blink I knew this woman.[TG] Blink10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't necessarily her face which I recognized; those of clan blood always look too much alike, especially from this distance. No, it was her presence that triggered the familiarity. It was the same presence that dominated the Phoenix party's forces at the faction debate a few weeks back.
The lone proctor stepped forward. "Participants ready?" We both responded, keeping a watchful eye on the opponent. She shifted her weight to her other foot. I fidgeted with my sleeve. I had been eliminated in the survival round of the last jounin exam I had attempted, beaten by another clan leader. The last tournament I had participated in was the 91st Chuunin Exam five years where I was beaten out second round. This exam, however, was on a completely different level. I could only hope my strong
Watching over YouFabian McMasters is a very heavy sleeper. It would be his lover Junjie, working ridiculous hours in the infirmary, who wakes at the tiniest noise and needs another hour to drift back into slumber.Watching over You11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
(It’s usually their cat, Kitty, getting up to use the litter box, but sometimes it’s the neighbors upstairs or next door shifting around.)
After nine months of dating and…some more months of Junjie slowly moving in to Fabian’s apartment, the courier is proud to say that he has never woken his lover up yet.
But, somewhere in the twilight zone of dreaming and waking, Fabian feels shifting next to him, and the second weight on the bed lifts.
For a moment, Fabian wonders if Junjie got a call from work. POSRA has upped its activity in recent weeks, and Junjie has been on-call almost ‘round the clock. But he registers that Junjie’s cell phone hasn’t gone off, and Junjie set the most annoying ringtone for work on his phone.
And when Fabian hears the shower r
China X Reader Hand MadeChina X Reader Hand MadeChina X Reader Hand Made12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are sitting at your work desk reading a book. On the desk are various patterns and fabrics as well as needles pins and small accessories.
“After months of practice I will finally do it” you say putting the book, which is an instruction nook down
For months you have been reading and practicing and now you are going to put the stuff you learned to use. You are going to make a stuffed animal. Reason? Well you crush Yao, his birthday is coming up and you want to give him something really special and also confess your feelings. You had picked out the pattern for a cute kitten since you know Yao likes Hello Kitty. You begin measuring the fabric and cutting out pieces. Suddenly your phone rings, bringing your attention to it.
“Hello?” you say picking it up
“HEY (NAME)” the caller shouts
You immediately pull the phone away from your ear and sigh. Once the light ringing in your ear stops you put the phone back to it.
Steampunk pagina 1La estación de trenes era un mar de personas que se despedían o se saludaban efusivamente. Canastos con comida, maletas y uno que otro perro poodle en los brazos de sus amas que parecían ladrarle al mundo. Ella estaba de pie en el andén mirando la vía ferroviaria, solo imaginar la distancia que tendría que recorrer para llegar donde su tío la agotaba. Su padre había muerto trágicamente dejándola a ella y a su madre indefensas y sin dinero “No hay otra solución Andrea, tendrás que irte a vivir con mi hermano que vive en el sur cerca del litoral. Dicen que es algo excéntrico pero es parte de la familia. Le hará bien tu compañía, hace 20 años que no sabemos nada de él” la muchacha abrió sus ojos mientras depositaba gentilmente la taza de té en un platillo que sostenía en su mano izquierda “Es decir ¿El no sabe que le haré compañía? Disculpe mamSteampunk pagina 112 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
UntitledTheQuackin said the following:Untitled12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
-First Night Shift-
Walking along the path towards his new night job Lincoln glanced randomly at objects that caught his attention before he arrived at the gate of the graveyard. To make sure he pulled out the scrap piece of paper from his pocket and checked the name, "Ah yessir this is the place." his voice just a murmur to himself. Link passed through the gate, the sound of it creaking made him grin a bit, just like in the movies that sound was almost like a warning to those that entered. Concealing his hands into his pockets Link strolled casually down the path of the graveyard heading towards where the building where, his first priority of course had to be what kind of grab this place had. Looking from side to side he spots a place and heads in, it was the break room area. "Decent size... wonder if there's a vending machine here.." he scratched at his beard thoughtfully.
sailorx161 said the following:
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