Monopoly Money on ChristmasMonopoly Money on Christmas8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was the supreme overlord of everything that they knew, everything that they touched and everything that they thought about. In the end it didn't really matter. To me there were a lot of options and a whole lot of them were the options that I would never chosen. That was alright; there were of course more options that followed the options just in case that those options needed more options just to become optimally ideal in the general option concerning area. The fact was: when one is panicking like they're answering the meaning of life on Jeopardy, everything seems quite not alright and nobody wants to deal with anything that is quite not alright. Having too many terrifying options did not stop me from being the supreme-overlord of everything important, cool and amazing.
There are many—many—options when it comes to the holidays. It's like picking out a pizza at the stores. It's completely and entirely possible to pick somethin
A Little Interview, With Miss CheerileeIV: We now join you with a special interview with Miss Cheerilee, the former school teacher of Ponyville Elementary. As we all know, there was a tragic accident at the theater where her students were putting on a play. Which is still under investigation by the Ponyville PD and the Royal Guards. So Miss Cheerilee, do you care to comment on this tragic event?A Little Interview, With Miss Cheerilee8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cheerilee: Oh it was a horrible tragedy! There was some construction going on in the theater at the time. So there was all kinds of equipment left unattended. I guess the curious little fillies got to playing around with some of it. I don't understand how such a thing could happen to all of them.
IV: I see. So the Ponyville PD's investigator is still trying to figure out how one of the fillies died with a hole chewed clear through her chest. They said that it had to be rats, because nothing else could have done that much damage is such a short time. How could something like this happen?
Cheerilee: Well that theater has had quite a p
Schists life of a TomatoSchists life of a Tomato.Schists life of a Tomato7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life of a tomato is very complicated. So let us begin by having a moment of silence for a lovely heirloom Tomato that recently passed way.
Alright, now that we have payed our respects, let us begin on the story of his life.
Born from a little seed during late summer time, it received about....i don't know how much water... And was planted into a small, tiny plastic pot in the hallways of the great autotroph sanctuary called walmart. It was visited by millions of visitors who were happy to take him home and plant him in their personal school (aka gardens). However, many noticed his small stature and refused to take him. Each time this happened, he would keep hope that he will go to a better school. He prayed, everyday, to the eternal gods of the Autotroph civilization and hoped for the best.
Then, one fine evening, he was being watered by the great rain bringer goddess, Calypso (aka the maintainer at walmart). A couple, along with two children, w
Bats and ScorpionsThe Dramatic Meeting of the Angry Batchild and the Pissbaby Scorpion KingBats and Scorpions8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Satsuki was having a Not-Good day.
More specifically, he’d been having a series of Not-Good Days, starting from when he’d woken up after a long night of panic filled running to discover that he had no idea where he was.
He’d been fortunate enough to already have had his backpack on him, filled with what meager possessions he still had (namely his mask, hunting clothes and some assorted toiletries) and he thanked every lucky star he imagined might be looking out for him for even that much. The only downside was that he’d have to find blankets to replace the ones he’d left behind soon, and that was a task he was very much not looking forward to at present. There looked to be some sort of charity shop or something on the street below the rooftop he was perched on, but he’d need to get closer to get a better look and he really did not want to be seen leaving