Dat Ass ~Stridercest~You are now Dave Strider and you are getting tired of your brothers pranks with those damn puppets.Dat Ass ~Stridercest~1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
What's wrong with him anyways? This is the 6th time today that he has pelted you with puppet ass. You look around for any signs of your brother before making a mad dash to your room. You run out of the kitchen up the stairs, only to be drowned in fine fluffy rumps.
"Damn!" You thought. "How much smuppet ass can he possibly own?" You turn around seeing your grinning brother snapping a photo of you covered in the damn things like he does everytime. "What the hell is your problem Bro! You have been doing this all day! Don't think just cause your older doesn't mean I won't strife with you cause I swear I will kick your ass this time!" You pull out your katana.
"Dave. Calm you hotter-than-the-sun, ass down. I won't strife with you man. Even little Cal can kick your ass so why should I? If your so bothered by it why didn't you say so?
Eclipse Part 6I woke up to the sound of rapid tapping on my window. I lifted my head to see Zach smiling in at me. I yawned and lept out of bed, stretching on my way to the window. I unlocked it and pushed the window upwards and locked it again as it was up.Eclipse Part 620 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you doing here at," I glanced at my alarm clock, " 3:30 in the morning? Are you even human?" Zach laughed and gave me one of his smiles that made my heart melt every time he smiled at me. He grabbed his backpack and unzipped a small compartment on the side.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. That's for you to decide." He pulled out a small bag and shook it gently. My ears perked up at the sound of something small rattling around the bottom. Zach bowed his head and handed me the bag, smiling. "For the lady."
"You are always getting me presents," I cooed while opening the bag. Zach leaned over and likes my cheek, his smile growing. I could have swore I saw something flash in his eyes.
"I want to spoil you before I am deported. Unless you want m
once upon a time....BALLLLLLLSSS!!!!!! c:once upon a time....13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sin ojos - 01-Sin ojos - 01-11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Esto no es mi hogar
esto es el infierno
Haec est domus mea
hoc est, infernum,
Quis enim es tu?
Questa non è la mia casa
questo è l'inferno
Ce n'est pas ma maison
Où êtes-vous? </strong>
Sobre su escritorio una taza de café manchando el papeleo de días, una flor marchita en un florero de mal gusto y una fotografía de su regordete gato. Escribía todo el día en la computadora, archivando antiguos casos de la policía, el sonido del repiqueo de las teclas de la computadora podrían volver loco a cualquiera. Así era una típica mañana para un agente del departamento de homicidios en la ciudad de Quincy, California. Así era un típico día para Aleena Becker.
-Maldita gente con su estupenda moral. ¿Cuándo ocurrirá un asesinato en este lugar?- Decía con ironía aunque en sus adentros no d
Sky's StorySky is a very nice pony. But when she was a kid she was always afraid of bullies. She could never fly. Her best friend who she eventually falls in love with would always help her try to fly. Every time she tried to fly on her own she would fall and almost break something. Luckily,her friend will save her. Her friend also fell in love with her. In her high school years they grew apart. Sky would go with her new friends and Lighting (her best friend) would go to the jocks. He would bully her and Sky's nightmare had finally came true. When her friends stepped in to help her she would never be satisfied. She loved Lighting but those jocks changed him. So one night she went to the park to skip some rocks. Taking a glimpse at herself she quickly turned away and cried. While crying she saw Lighting and his jock friends. She quickly hid waiting for them to go away. Overhearing their conversation, she heard her name. Trying to get closer she tripped falling out of the bushes were Lighting and hSky's Story44 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I Lay Here Part5I looked around and saw a tree that I could climb. I ran to the tree but was met half way by that thing. It flew at me and took a chunk from my torso. I doubled over in pain but was able to make my way to and up the tree. It searched for a little while later then gave up and ran off. I was relieved it was gone and I passed out on the tree branch and fell to the ground I got back and saw a large gaping hole in the side of my body.As I Lay Here Part511 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I already knew I had lost too much blood to go back and find Jane so I found a tree near the door and lay down propping my head up on one the roots. Old thoughts of how sorry I was to the ones I loved and how I should have protected Jane passed through my head. As I lay here... cold, and slipping into the eternal darkness that is death. All that comes to mind is what I had done to end-up like this. As I lay here... watching the bloody mess that I have become slowly, but certainly die away. All I can do now is attempt to tell my story.
The True Ending of the Fabulous KilljoysThe news hit us all like bricks. Our leaders, all four of them had been knocked off in a matter of months. Images of Fun Ghoul and Party Poison's last moments spread like a wild fire, earning cheers from the white suits and many tears from fellow friends and fighters.The True Ending of the Fabulous Killjoys17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't help but to go over this news in my head and think about where they went wrong? They were always one step ahead of those drac bastards. I knew them and spent enough time with them all to know these things. I was no outsider, I was like a little sister to them.
I can recall the very last time I saw them all together, we were knocking back a few shots while listening to Madgear in celebration of our finds. We had found enough supplies to last us a full month hiding in an abandoned shack. Jet Star just had to pull out an old bottle of whiskey he'd been saving with the words “We're never going have another find like this...when else are we going to have the chance to cele
The Lyris The following journal entries are of a young male of age 17 whom was murdered on December 4, 2013. These depict the events leading to the time of death.The Lyris17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
November 3, 2013
There's a new girl in class who transferred into my school recently. Her name's Jessica Derrickson. She's quite pretty too, she has long black hair which has the most beautiful tint of blue to it, and her eyes are a stunning golden-yellow color. She wears two bright-red ribbons on both sides of her head that compliment the pale color of her skin as well as her black hair. God, am I lucky that she sits by me. I think it's love at first sight.
November 15, 2013
Girls have been mean to Jess (that's what I call her!) lately. They have been caling her a succubus and a 'pretty faced bitch' because guys are attracted to her. I mean, what the hell? We're in a catholic school! She came crying to me after school with ruffeled hair and redened eyes, telling me that the girls yanked her by
A Dinner to Remember“It’s spacious.” I sat on a cardboard box and lit a cigarette. “I’ll call tomorrow. Love you too, mom.” I flipped the phone shut and looked at the setting sun. Yawning, I decided I would conquer unpacking tomorrow. Luckily a bed did not require the bed frame to be slept in, as I did not feel like setting up tonight.A Dinner to Remember1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked about the living room, my boxes cluttered most of the space, but I smiled. I liked the older type of building, and it was perfect for my budget and only a few blocks from work. It was perfect, though an odd vibe made me shiver as I pulled a blanket from an open box, and shuffled off to bed.
I awoke with a start and opened one eye to be blinded by sunlight. Moaning, I lifted my head to take a look at the clock on the wall, I had put up last night and frowned. 3:33. That couldn’t be right. I grabbed my cell phone and I pulled myself to my feet. 7:42am. I had a lot of unpacking to do, but needed coffee first.
The Requiem of Sally DowinkleThe Requiem of Sally Dowinkle + The Death of Sally Dowinkle + AftermathThe Requiem of Sally Dowinkle1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hm~..." A little girl of only 7 years of age twirled a lock of her long red hair, her matching eyes gazing at every passing person. She smirked upon seeing a woman who looked troubled- as if worn by the few passing years.
Her hair was light brown and was cut down to her shoulders, pulled back in a messy ponytail. Her green eyes were tired and with dark eye bags. Her skin seemed too pale for her own good.
Perfect~ She thought to herself. As she approached the woman, her smirk turned into an innocent smile. "Hi!" She caught the woman's attention.
"Oh, hello," the woman forced a smile.
"Do you wanna play with me??"
"Oh, sure Sweetie. What's your name?"
"Sally- Sally Dowinkle."
"Well, Sally, it's very nice to meet you. I'm Jen, but you can feel free to call me Jenny if you want," the woman pat Sally's head.
"Now, where would you like to play?"
"Ooh, ooh, there's a really good place I know to
Our Heros are DeadI walk through the destruction, radiation and dust away from the clean white cities. All around me families are split apart by war, children with burns, people living without the one person who kept them going. My heart goes out to all to all of you.Our Heros are Dead18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My soul saddened as I watched a couple fresh out of a firefight desperately pulling each other to safety. I watched from afar as they struggle to open their bag of supplies. The med kit was so close, and still to far out of reach. Once they realized they were too weak to open it they held each other in their arms, making peace with themselves. Their fight was over.
I had to stand there and watch another two men die out of the millions of brave men and women standing behind me. I'm not a god, or an angel, I am another casualty in the war against a stale nation, a dead one. Our leaders are dead but the war is not over.
MasonRead the description below first... has some gore and things to it.Mason44 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was always a strange child. I just could never seem to fit in not matter where I went. I was labeled creepy, weird, freak.... I didn't care. I never seemed to care. Even when the children that hated me started hurting me. I never did anything, never said a word. You see the reason that the other children thought I was strange is because I have multiple personality disorder. I never was the same Dylan everyone thought they knew, I was always a different person when they talked to me. I was Kevin and Sam, Donny and Carl. Never just Dylan. I could never just be Dylan. My Mother didn't like to see what the vicious attacks left behind on me. I would come home with cuts and bruises, even once I came home with my head cracked open and I had to get 12 staples in my head. But the children never stopped. Wait no, that was Kevin who had that happen. Not me. I don't know anymore. I think one of my favorite places to go as a chil
WinterMax sat at the window,watching the white snow blanket the ground.Winter3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He always had loved snow,even when it caused problems for him.
So what if the ice was a few inches thick on the road,and he lived in the country?
So what if the snow was two or three feet deep,and kept falling?
Max certainly didn't.No,as long as he was inside his house,sitting with his pet and a fire,
he was the happiest guy in the world.Max stroked the cat laying at his side.
It would be even better if he could feel his cat's fur,which had grown hard,along with what little skin
remained.Max looked at his hand,which was about as blue as
the sky.He would just throw a little more snow on it,and it would be all better.
Snow could fix anything,right?
Max felt a tingle throughout his body.Strange,it was getting alittle hot.
No worries,he thought.I'll just go put the fire out,that should take care of it.
Max stood,walking over to the fireplace,which held what was little more than smoldering ashes.
He unscrewed the lid of the b
Mimi's View'I was brought here by Sachiko Shinozaki. She's insane, but there are sane parts in her.'Mimi's View4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tell a friend that I love you?~" hummed Mimi as she bounced a rubber ball up and down on the side path leading to her house door. Her dusty brown hair was loose, not in it's usual place in pigtails. Shivers ran up and down her spine, so she straightened up, and looked out to the open gate, that lead to a street. There was a familiar girl near her age.
"Sach-" Mimi started to say, as she stared at the dark haired girl with a red dress. "SACHIKO!" with that, tossing the rubber ball away, and ran to her friend. She hugged her tightly, then let go. "I knew they were lying! You're not dead!" she said happily. She smiled widely. And Sachiko gave her a natural smile. "Hey, Mimi~" said Sachiko, "I want to tell you something." Mimi tilted her head, and asked, "Hm? Yes?" with this, a crazed smile came across Sachiko's face, so scary to Mimi. "I actually am dead." her skin color became a strange color, and
As I Lay Here Part4I followed it around the house and into the woods I led me to an old abandon shack. I went into it and saw a trail of blood leading to a trap-door. Inside was a long dark stairway that went into pitch-black darkness. I followed the trail of blood into a room that was dimly lit by candles. In the room I saw... things I can never forget.As I Lay Here Part411 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I saw bones and human remains. Some still bloody, some that hadn’t event decayed completely, and some that were just ripped and mangled limbs of other people. I saw Jane tied to a post wrapped in barbed wire. She was bloody and beaten. She was still breathing though. I ran over to her and tried to untie her. I took her down from the post. I turned around and started to walk back to where the door was, but it had disappeared. We were trapped in this room that was covered with the stench of death.
I searched the walls looking for a way out of this room. Suddenly I noticed the wall on the opposite side of the room began to bend and contort into a door
Rotwing: A Forsaken Legacy (Part 2)Rotwing: A Forsaken Legacy (Part 2)14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dranlu had all of his equipment packed in his saddlebags; he checked the front strap to make sure he hadn’t lost his knife. He bought this knife a long time ago, and found it as a very helpful tool; so helpful he actually had a special sheath sewn into this saddle bag so that he could get to it instantly if needed. The blade was old and obvious used a lot; it was full of scratches and even a little dirty. The blade was about four inches, not big but it would always seem to get the job done.
Dranlu was walking towards the back entrance of the church when he heard screams that were calling for help. The sound caused him to jump and run to the broken window of the church, but it had a ton of old dead vines grown through it, so he tried to arrange them in a fashion that he could see through them. Then Dranlu heard a sound that caused an instant adrenaline rush of fear. He heard his friend Neon’s voice call for him in a panic.
Dranlu rushed to the front entrance of the church an
As I Lay Here Part3She opened the door and we walked to the living room where she began to explain. He was her previous boyfriend, his name was Derik and he was after a stone she taken from his apartment. She showed me the stone, when she took it out of the bed I began to feel a strange tugging sensation in my chest and my head began to ache. She saw my reaction and quickly put it back in her bag.As I Lay Here Part311 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Are you okay?!” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied.
I tried to stand up but I soon collapsed to the floor unconscious.
I woke up the next morning (or what I thought was morning) on the couch dazed and confused. I remembered I had to go get the twins so I got up and looked out of the window into the backyard and saw them playing while Jane was sitting on one of the lawn chairs watching them.
I walked out and asked, “Did you get them?”
“Yep.” she replied.
“You left yourself a sticky note on the fridge saying to get them today. So I got them for you.
I don't know what to call thisYour name is Alison, you're in your junior year of high school. You have pale skin, blue eyes, and cherry red lips cause of the lipstick you're wearing. Over there right by your locker is your best friend ever since kindergarten, he has also been your crush ever since. You've turn many boys down because of him, as you guys eyes meet you feel a blush coming on your face which you tried to cover it up hoping he doesn't see. As he walks over to you, you feel your heart race and your face heat up. "Hey Alison" He says calmly, his green eyes bright as ever as he run his hand smoothly through his blond curly hair. He was smiling sweetly making you feel like you wanted to throw up cause he was making you feel all giddy and happy."H-hi Mike" you responded back stuttering as you mental cursed yourself for doing so, he chuckled at your stuttering which made you blush even deeper. As you look at him you notice he is lighter than usual and he had bags under his eyes. As you was deep in your thoughI don't know what to call this14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The All-Seeing Eye: My First Ever CreepyPastaIris kept tosssing and turning in the little mattress of a bed that she had, unable to rest well. The dream came back. First it was a truck, honking its loud horn at her, then she lay in the emergency room bed, bright lights and a man with a small insision knife standing above her, then she saw her mother and father and little sister, sitting in the front row of a church, wearing all black, all crying. She tried to shout, but they couldn't hear her, like they were ignoring her pleas for help. She woke up, panting and sweat trickling down her body. She couldn't understand why these dreams kept coming back. She didn't like it. It kept her scared of everything, always cautious about what she did, and what she tried to do. This kept her paranoid. Iris felt her forehead, like every other night like this one, to check if she had a fever, which, as always, she didn't. She lay back in her matress and brushed away the few wandering strands of wavy auburn hair from her face. She laid in bed forThe All-Seeing Eye: My First Ever CreepyPasta14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rotwing: A Forsaken Legacy (Part 1)Rotwing: A Forsaken Legacy (Part 1)14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Forsaken Legacy
Deep within the darkest corners of the Everfree forest lays the last few remnance of a powerful force that was forgotten throughout the echoes of time. There lays the remains of an alicorn whose name matters not, but the last words spit forth from her fowl tongue still burn …poisoning the land with her curse and damning her for eternity. “My flesh and blood may fade, but my soul will stain this land in despair and agony. I will return more powerful than I have ever been and when I do I will spread my malice all throughout Equestria!” The f