Singer!SouthKorea x Reader: For the Better Pt1Yong Soo was currently singing again for another concert as part of his “Korea Tour,” and as per the usual, the crowd was huge, loud, and loved him. They weren’t the only ones that loved him though; as his girlfriend, you loved Yong Soo to death, and he loved you just as equally if not more.Singer!SouthKorea x Reader: For the Better Pt144 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
You always watched him during the performances but never behind the curtain or in the audience. The backstage was always busy, and the last time you were in the audience, Yong Soo kept looking in your direction making the concert more like a private show for you. Naturally you and Yong Soo’s agent, who was surprisingly supportive of the relationship between you two, agreed that instead of sitting in the audience and distracting Yong Soo or standing backstage and trying to enjoy Yong Soo’s performance while frantically getting out of everyone’s way, it would be better for you to watch from above where the lights were.
So that’s where you are right now; watch
SleepQuiet... Dark...Sleep1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
'What is this familiar feeling?'
My eyelids are so heavy. I can’t quite comprehend the soft noises around me.
Then I’m awake, and they’re trying to explain to me all that I’ve lost.
My family looks like my family but my father’s eyes have a dullness I could’ve sworn wasn’t there before. My mother hair has lightened, and she looks like she’s been filled with so much anticipation it’s about to leak onto her cheeks.
Twelve years of sleep doesn’t quite make sense to me, but apparently that’s where I’ve spent this large chunk of my life.
Quickly things begin to continue, much too fast for me to grasp every moment.
I’m standing in an unfamiliar house they're telling me is home, because apparently they couldn’t stand being somewhere with so many harsh memories, not knowing if I’d ever wake.
The clock is ticking on the wall to my left and all I can think is, ‘how di
No mas 'birlocha' (Chi-Bol) (Drabble)No se había percatado de aquella extraña omisión hasta que transcurrieron un par de meses. Al principio no le dio importancia, pero con el paso del tiempo sintió que en los gritos de Julio faltaba algo que siempre estuvo ahí, algo tan arraigado en él como su característico acento.No mas 'birlocha' (Chi-Bol) (Drabble)2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
– ¿Qué? –Preguntó el representante de Bolivia, cruzándose de brazos ante la desconcertada mirada de Manuel.
La interminable discusión que habían tenido fue interrumpida ante el repentino silencio de Chile, quien lo veía como si hubiera tenido la revelación del siglo.
–No has dicho “birlocha”…
Julio puso los ojos en blanco. –Desde hace meses, felicidades por notarlo, eres un genio.
Manuel alzó una ceja.
– ¿Por qué…?
No le interesaba saber la razón, simplemente le parecía extraño no recibir el acostumbrado insulto, mejor dicho, de no escucharlo cada
Dancing in a Storm (MarooxVael) What if thisDancing in a Storm (MarooxVael)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
And I don’t
As you are now
Vael and his men were caught in the storm on their way to Maroo’s cave. She had noticed the looming storm clouds with delight, but at the sight of their dark expressions at the thought of sleeping through the rain, she offered them shelter in her home.
The storms clouds were upon them faster than they thought, and they struggled against the howling wind, pushing through the pelting rain. When they reached the cave, they were greeted by the enormous sight of Momma Bear.
Momma Bear stood on her hind legs, sniffing the air curiously. She had recognized Vael’s scent, having met him when her dear Maroo showed him the path to the cave, growling out introductions. The four other scents had made Momma Bear curious, so she had lumbered forward to the entrance to gree
Protecting The Family, Page 2.After what seemed like an hour of digging into the Alpha’s flesh, Scar finally got the bullet out. The sound it made when it hit the ground, echoed through the cave. Kerll yelped in happiness, because she knew her master would live on. The pups ran towards the three of them, and jumped on top of all of them, licking their muzzles and the woman’s face, since she didn’t possess a wolf body. The master put his head down on his paws, to rest for a little while. His apprentice laid down next to him, and decided to guard him, even though he didn’t want it. She wouldn’t let anyone hurt him: they all wanted him to be healthy, just in case danger came around. He needed to be ready for the worse. Scar lifted her head up, and looked at the center of the cave’s entrance. There was someone out there, and she could sense their aura, burning from within them.Protecting The Family, Page 2.5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey, what’s wrong? Is everything alright
[TGB] Here There Be Bears~ (Lime)Green > Fire Tribe | Character: Damon | Area: The Outskirts | Season: Spring ~[TGB] Here There Be Bears5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Afternoon sky clear, the Spring weather finally kicking in for the cats of Nandryx. Spring, the season the Green-Fire was born in which simply one will think that this ebony and white cat would be in depression, but yet he isn't. The season means rebirth, so this season Damon would be living to his fullest! Paws crossing from the grassy terrain onto the rocky terrain of The Outskirts, the wind was a bit more heavy as he entered the Outskirts and a slight chill ran down his back, but the spring wind brought warmth to him which he recovered his warmth. Metal necklace making a chiming sound when the wind came by, but it didn't bother Damon at all. Why? He was too focused on discovering The Outskirts. What mysteries does this terrain withhold? Jumping onto one of the rocks, Damon laid down to rest before he got even further up the rocky terrain and he felt like he needed all his strength for this.
The Lone Wanderer(Based off a strange dream I recently had)The Lone Wanderer5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
There once was a Man who wandered a world left in ruin. Completely Alone and always Walking in a pointless search for others. Wearing a White Jacket with a hood and a mask that covered his lower half of his face to hide his identity. Lost in a world without anyone. Traveling the world on his own. A world where only wild animals and strange dark creatures of the night roamed the earth.
Armed with a slingshot, pistol and a crowbar he travels, raids houses and loots them for things to survive. Avoiding Conflicts not worth ammo or risk and smart to make a safe barricaded room when resting for the night. He even Scavenges for Supplies off of old buildings. But out of everything he still hopes to find someone in this nightmare that he knows.
But who is this man stuck in this nightmarish world. He always carries his legend of Zelda Wallet and wears his White Corona Jacket with pride. And carries an iPhone with pictures of his family and friends. Alon
The Reading GirlShe was the eye of the storm in one manner of writing. In the midst of the morning commuters’ rush to work she sat on her platform cloud with an open book on her lap and content smile on her lips. Her finger chased the words across the pages and she was leaning close trying to catch every sound of the tale. I could only catch the reflections of leaves and love in her eyes before the train continued its journey and I left her to the paper worlds.The Reading Girl5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This