ChangelingsChangelings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And that is a magnificent triple Salko from this brilliant young skater. She traverses the ice with ease, with total confidence and grace..."
The ruffles on Kathy Johnson's dress blew in the breeze as she continued her routine on the ice. The purple garment was designed for maximum movement and flattery, hanging off one shoulder as the skirt rose and fell with each movement. As the star of the show, she had come on as the climax, and it was an amazing climax she was producing. Leap after leap, turn after turn, she made the rink her own as the music played, and the crowd gasped in admiration.
"She's building up to the climax now..." She started to build up speed, launching herself into the air as she turned herself once, twice, three, four times, her brown hair immaculately held in place as her skirt rose. The crowd burst into applause as she came back down, skated a short distance and started to spin again, the movem
Mulan: Bound to a RocketMulan: Bound to a Rocket1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come on boy, let’s go home." Mulan said to her faithful horse as Mushu and the good luck cricket named Cri-Kee was by her side feeling her depression. Mulan had disguised herself as a male solider named Ping to go to war instead of her crippled father. After a near death experience against Shan Yu and his men, Mulan had taken them all out in a mighty avalanche caused by firing a fireworks rocket at a mountain. However Shan Yu left a wound on her body exposing her as a female angering her fellow soldiers to leave her and head on to the imperial city.
Still clad in her armor, she was about to mount her steed when she suddenly heard a furious cry of rage.
"Impossible." Mulan muttered as she rush over to the cliff side and peered down and her face paled as she saw Shan Yu and from the depths of the thick snow she saw some of his remaining men rise up like vengeful spirits. "It's can't be!" She said still can't believing it as she watched Shan Yu start walking towards the impe
Crossover: Daphne Blake and Penny GadgetPenny and Brain stood outside of Blake mansion as her uncle drove off for a weekend vacation that he wanted to spend alone. Sighing Penny grabbed her bag and made her way to the mansion, this was suppose to be some vacation for her as well but at the same time a learning experience from a woman who was known to be tied and gagged as much as she was.Crossover: Daphne Blake and Penny Gadget2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As they neared the door, they herd sounds of another dog far off which Brain looked at Penny.
"Go ahead Brain, enjoy yourself." Penny said as Brain happily raced off. Seeing him gone Penny resume walking up to the door and rang the bell and soon a woman with red hair wearing a purple dress with pink tights and high heel shoes answered the door. "Hello miss Blake." Penny said politely.
Daphne look back at the young blond hair girl wearing a orange shirt with a wide white strip on it with green cargo pants and shoes. She smiled, to hide her cringe at her clothing choice.
"Hello there Penny, I've been expecting you." She said letting her into
The Scooby GuiseLike, what did you just say, Daphne? asked Shaggy without even bothering to turn around to look at the pretty redhead, so distracted was he by the sight of the buffet table loaded with all kinds of delicacies on the other side of the crowded ballroom. As this was Halloween, he was wearing his costume, a navy blue crackerjack uniform with two thin red diagonal stripes on his right shoulder and a white sailor hat on his disheveled hair. His canine friend, Scooby-Doo, was standing right to him, and wore shoulder boards, each with a solid gold stripe, and a naval officers cap perched across his ears.The Scooby Guise6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mpfff! repeated Daphne. Her Halloween costume was a princess, so she was outfitted in a royal purple kirtle, glass slippers, and a golden tiara. Mpfff! Mpfff!
Jinkies, but there sure are a lot of people here! observed Velma. She was dressed as a pumpkin, includi
Played Jak and Daxter Too Much#1: You forget every swear word youve ever learned and use By the Precursors every chance you get.Played Jak and Daxter Too Much7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
#2: You compare everyone you meet with a Jak and Daxter character.
#3: You find a small, strange piece of machinery and youre convinced that its a Precursor artifact.
#4: You attempt to build your own Jet Board
#5: And you actually succeed!
#6: You played through Final Fantasy X again just so you can name every Aeon to their corresponding Jak and Daxter character. (Guilty!)
#7: You write fanfiction. (Guilty!)
#8: Youve convinced yourself that Jak is Mar, and you think its perfectly logical that he is his own ancestor.
#9: You have a theme song for every character, no matter how obscure!
#10: You go Oh! Oh! every time one of these theme songs comes on the radio. (Guilty!)
#11: You actually understand the time paradox in Jak II.
#12: Your mother tells you cant fall in love with a fictional character, so you tell her you
The mannequin in the atticThe mannequin in the atticThe mannequin in the attic2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By The Shadow Demon
(Woman into mannequin)
“This looks cute,” Bridgette says turning to her friend Emma, showing her a low cut pink singlet.
“Low cut, are you trying to get every boy to look at you?” Emma asks. Bridgette just gave her a smirk as she puts the singlet back. Both at the age of seventeen, Bridgette with long blonde hair while Emma had black, the two ever since they were ten were always into fashion and once they were finish with school the two were planning to go into the fashion industry.
“Now this is you!” Emma said grabbing a white shirt with pink decorations on it.
“That just screams girly, I don’t think so!” Bridgette said.
“Well better then these bimbo clothes that you are bringing out!” Emma explains.
“You got it, flaunt it!” Bridgette said cupping her C cup breasts and slightly jerked them up, Emma just shook her head as she returns to her shopping. Hearing her
MiyaviKai ch3Miyavi's POVMiyaviKai ch34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As he said those words, I just wanted to kiss him deeply. So gorgeous. Oh Kai..before I can even move my arms to cup his face, I heard some ruffling noises behind us. As I turned around it was Aoi and Uruha. Aoi got his arms around Uruha. "Uh..you guys. I think you should take this somewhere...like..like in a room or something." Uruha cleared his throat.
Aoi, so straight. so composed. so cool. so boring..I never thought he would be gay? I think..maybe Bisexual? but Uruha, I don't know. He's always been so feminine. No doubt this gorgeous man got hooked up with Aoi's dark alluring beauty. I mean, he could be hooked up with many guys..but something's so different the way they do a fanservice together. Uruha getting a boner on stage. Aoi rubbing on him. Them and their little nipple pinching.
I snapped back to reality when Kai pushed me softly. "M-Miyavi..move." I moved aside. I looked at Kai and faced Aoi and Uruha. "I..uh.." I tried explaining but failed as Uruha cut me off
Erin and the Music BoxThe sweat rolled down her brow as she stretched her leg out. She slowly leaned forward, careful to keep her back straight as she kept herself level with her outstretched leg. She rocked a little on her ankle as she counted in her head. Five counts, she quickly pulled her leg in and leapt few feet in front of her. Her foot slid a little as it touched the hardwood floor. She winced a little, leaning over as she returned to her previous position, struggling through the routine.Erin and the Music Box7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Stop, your form is off on the jump, an older woman called at her from behind.
Erin nodded, looking down. She had been a dancer in some form for most of her life. She had been listening to music seemingly from conception. Her family had begun to teach her shortly after she could walk. Yet while she was proud of all the ballroom styles she had learned, it was nothing like learning ballet.
Her ankles hurt; she knew she
One Good Turn...One Good TurnOne Good Turn...2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Like, are you sure this is a good idea?" Shaggy ventured as he and Tinker neared their prey. Behind them, Speed Buggy and Babu trailed along.
"One good turn deserves another," Tinker answered him. "The Really Rottens capture our girls, we go and steal theirs!"
"I hope I don't mess this up," Babu muttered nervously behind them. "I have a tendency to-"
"JusttellmewhattodomanI'montopofit," Speed Buggy interjected.
"Like, sounds like someone's got to cut back on the caffeine!"
"Shh! There she is!"
The four had arrived at their destination. In front of them a little ways the raven-haired redneck Daisy Mayhem was washing a Thunderbird: well, actually, she was ordering around her pet pig Sooey to do so.
"Y'darn missed a spot," the mean-spirited hillbilly snarled. She stood with one hand on her hip, the other pushing her wild hair out of her face as the patch-eyed pig labored with soap, sponge and bucket under the sweltering sun.
"Okay, you guys know the plan." Tinker whis
Candace Can't BustIt was just another lazy summer morning in Danville, and Phineas and Ferb were sitting against the tree in their backyard, trying to think up their next big idea.Candace Can't Bust4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"You know what they should give a Nobel Prize for?" Phineas asked, looking over toward Ferb. "They should give one to the person who made the most people have fun over the last year! I wonder if they'd give the first one to Clive Addison?"
As Ferb opened his mouth to reply, Isabella walked over, a cheerful smile on her face.
"Hi, Phineas! Whatcha dooooooin'?"
"We haven't figured it out yet," replied Phineas, rubbing his chin. "I'm sure it'll come to us soon. I did have an idea for a new Nobel Prize category, but that's not something that can really be built."
"Well, me and my mom are going to the annual Danville Mother-Daughter Swap Meet today," said Isabella.
"Oh, that thing they do downtown where they set up a whole bunch of little shops and all the moms in town bring their daughters to buy and trade and sell all kinds of d
Who Snatched Jessica Rabbit?Hollywood, California. 1949.Who Snatched Jessica Rabbit?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mpfff!" Miles of rope immobilized Jessica Rabbit, the gorgeous cartoon woman who was the wife of Roger Rabbit. She sat in a rickety wooden chair. Her long arms were tied behind her back; her shapely legs were bound tightly together. A thick, green cloth gagged her, so that all she could do to express herself was to make indistinct sounds with her mouth and give appealing glances with the rest of her face, something she did marvelously well.
Two oaken barrels stood next to her, long fuses running down from the tops onto the floor. The fuses were not lit just then, but Jessica knew they would be, and very soon. She shifted her body slightly and prepared herself for when that would occur.
"C'mon, make a decision!" demanded Baby Herman impatiently, reaching absently for a cigar that wasn't there. He glared irritably at the weasel sitting across the card table.
The Scooby ScoopThe strains of bubblegum pop filled the malt shop where Freddy, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and (despite the No Dogs Allowed sign in the window) Scooby-Doo himself were enjoying an after-school snack, and trying to think of any spooky buildings in the area which they had not yet explored, for these amateur sleuths were always on the lookout for a new mystery to solve.The Scooby Scoop7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Like, the only mystery right now is what were going to play next on the jukebox, announced Shaggy as the music stopped. Cmon, Scoob, help me choose which groovy tune well listen to now!
Yeah, yeah! agreed Scooby-Doo, as he walked over to the Rock-ola with his scruffy friend, and Freddy and Velma came along as well, leaving Daphne alone at the counter with Mr. Martin, the kindly proprietor.
Business sure is bad these days, he told her sadly, I can remember when this place was full of young people from wall to wall, but now, if it werent for
The Three Ages of Gwen - Part 3Gwendolyn stepped back, frozen as she looked at the older version of herself. She didn't even notice as two of the guards approached and pulled her arms behind her back, cuffing them together as her younger selves were grabbed.The Three Ages of Gwen - Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Tsntpsble," Younger Gwen said as she struggled to get free, looking at her sixteen year old self as she was also held. "It just cannot be possible," Gwendolyn finally said, "We cannot all be mmmdgsmdgm" Her voice was silenced as a thick cloth was tied into her mouth, pulled back so that the corners of her mouth were pulled against her cheekbones.
"Get the three of them out of here," Eon said as she stepped forward, "I will decide what to do with these three doppelgangers of myself in due course." The three redheads were led off, struggling as Eon turned back to a monitor.
"Who was right?"
Ben looked at his grandfather as they both backed out of the Rust Bucket, having reverted to his human form,
Totally Scoobied“Saltwater Taffy! Peppermint lollypops! Extra-large gobstoppers!” Shaggy licked his lips as he eyed up the treats displayed on the various stalls before saying, “Look at all this stuff Scoob. We’re like two meddling kids in a candy store!”Totally Scoobied1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Reah, a candy store!” Scooby Doo seconded as he licked the hundreds and thousands that had got caught up in his whiskers, though exactly how he’d got these stuck in his whiskers in the first place Shaggy did not know.
Both buddies zigzagged from stall to stall trying out any free sample they could get their hands on, ignoring the spooky decorations hanging from the stalls and ceiling to commemorate the approaching Halloween. Humbugs and chocolate drops alike were all shovelled into their mouths at lightning speed. Behind them Fred and Velma smirked in amusement as they watched on while nibbling on a box of toffees between them. “Looks like the Trick or Treat Convention
Wet Echo'I want to show you something', he whispersWet Echo5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smoking his cigarette as plain as day.
Six words repeated every five seconds.
and I am but a wet echo that crawls his way -
the kind you have to see
More demand than offer; just a face
full of mute fascination,
and that's not even the half of it.
For who needs words,
when you can ply me with hands that do as they please
in more languages than I can count.
and in five seconds flat-
A world of
and like some mad carousel, I rushed you.
Hope you don't mind.
DeathAsAWomanOnTheUndergroundI saw death as a woman on the UndergroundDeathAsAWomanOnTheUnderground5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a smile sweet as sin on her lips
And looks dressed up as though she could kill
From her angelic face down to her hips
She fixed me a look in the eye as if to say
That life is short so enjoy the ride
And when you come to the end of the day
Make sure you're as happy as when you have died
In that moment I knew this was all a joke
And our existence is flawed and with holes
But when I next looked she was gone in the smoke
Replaced by those yellowing pock-riddled poles
An old woman sat there, with a look so bewildered
She realized that her time was long spent
Her diamond-encrusted tiaras and life so gilded
Were signs of where the wasted hours went
I smiled knowingly at this poor lady's fortune
And admired my hopefully long years to come
For though life's music may seem in such poor tune
It all comes to harmony when your song is done
Beauty andhowyoubrokeHerheartYou can almost remember the way she took to stargazing like she was looking in your eyes. The days drained her of meaning while you stood and begged for something more. You would play in shadows; revealing your true feelings in the dark.Beauty andhowyoubrokeHerheart5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now there's discomfort over milkshakes at the café down the road. You catch her eye but look away in an instant. You pretend to forget about the days of misplaced affection and painted nails, telling a story (of a beauty with hair brushed over her shoulder) in the reflections of the window.
She tosses pebbles at the ground in the hopes of making a spark. She's searching her mind for words synonymous with you, and all she ever comes up with is everything.
The Great Pitstop Pandemonium - Part 4"Cavey!! What are you doing here?"The Great Pitstop Pandemonium - Part 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dee Dee embraced the small, hirsute man who was standing in the tent, holding a large wooden club in his hands.
"Oogga Booga Cavey need find Dee Dee," he eventually said as he was let free. "Oogga Booga girls had to be saved from boom."
"What, someone attacked the girls," Dee Dee said as she looked at him. "What happened - are they all right?"
"Oogga Booga they fine - ate bomb. Taste like spicy chicken - have same effect too."
Dee Dee had to suppress a laugh as she stroked his head. "Thanks Cavey - I always know we can depend on you." He blushed before saying "oogga booga - Dee Dee in danger too. Taffy say bad man coming for her."
His words made Dee Dee frown. "Bad men - what..." Her words were interrupted by the sound of shouting outside, and as she looked out of the tent she saw the smoke bomb exploding, the black plumes enveloping the car.
"Come on, C
Possible ResponsePrologue – New York CityPossible Response7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Report.” The voice was deep and rasping – almost as rasping as the sound the fingers of the steel glove made as he flexed his hand. On his lap, a large white cat purred almost in pleasure at the sound.
“We’re in position, Doctor,” the man said as his picture appeared on the large view screen. He was thin, with slicked back grey hair, and wore a pair of thin metal spectacles that sat on the bridge of his nose.
“We have set up base, and are watching closely the target. We will be able to secure in forty eight hours.”
“Excellent – and what of the – nuisances?”
“Don’t worry, Doctor – everything is in hand. We have secured the services of a local operative to provide a suitable diversion.”
“And does he know of our involvement.”
“No, Doctor – he is completely ignorant.”
“Excellent,” the v
Scooby-Doo: Case of the Beach MonstersIn a bright warm cloudless day on a beach near Coolsville, Scooby-doo and the gang were at a big beach part each dress in their swimsuits which for Fred was a blue swim suit which showed off his toned body while Shaggy wore a green swim suit with the girls wearing their favorite color swimsuits which Daphne wore a purple two piece while Velma wore a orange one piece.Scooby-Doo: Case of the Beach Monsters2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fred and Daphne were sun bathing while Velma was reading a book under a beach umbrella, while Shaggy and his faithful pal Scooby-doo attacked the food tables grabbing as much as their hand and paw could take.
As the sun began to set taking people from their sunbathing and surfing to bonfires and dancing, the creatures of the deep began to gather at the edge of the sea which rested on the beach shore ready to welcome the noisy guests.
"That fire pit almost ready Scoob?" Shaggy asked as he pulled out a bunch of meat to be grilled from the mystery van.
"Awlmost." Scooby-doo replied as he set in the last few stones.
DisplayDisplayDisplay1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A key clattered in the lock of a door leading into a modest living room. The furniture looked like it has been picked up at garage sales, but otherwise well kept. When the door swung open, the keys were revealed to belong to a tall 30-something guy in his best (if also slightly worn) going-out-to-dinner clothes. He gestured grandly to the woman behind him. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
The woman that ducked easily under his arm and into the room was about his age, with shoulder-length dark blond hair. She was wearing tight-fitting clothes under her jacket. The shiny top caught the eye as the jacket came off, but the guy’s gaze soon fell to her legs once again. They were shapely and well-toned—dancer’s legs. She spoke up after a moment looking about. “Not quite what I expected, Jim.”
James chuckled softly as he closed the door behind them. “How so, Kay?”
The gold queen part 1The gold queen part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE GOLD QUEEN
At one of London's museums, an employee rushes through the basement. It's past 10 p.m. and the place is been closed by the guards. The clack of her high heels echoes as she hurries. The young woman embraces a large cardboard envelope against her chest as she watches no one follows her.
She reaches a room at the other side of the vast underground storage room. She locks the door of the small, abandon room and moves an old wood cabinet at the back and enters a hole in the wall that connects to a dark passage. The passage leads to an ancient old room lighted by candles and filled with a collection of old objects, but not valuable as she would like. The room looks like it was a medieval catacomb, never the less, it has a 1920's desk with a large shelf full of books aside of it.
The woman sits down and opens her envelope. She places over the desk some old documents, a book, notes, and a diary. As she works, the dairy falls down the floor. It opens in the last page and
The Great Pitstop Pandemonium - ConclusionDaphne’s head was spinning. She had suggested drawing them out into the open, but she had not figured on the idea that he would drug and take them... take them...The Great Pitstop Pandemonium - Conclusion2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She wasn’t exactly sure where she was, only that she could feel a cool breeze on her face, and her head was spinning - no, wait a minute, it wasn’t her head was spinning, it felt as if she was immobile and spinning at the same time...
She opened her eyes, to see the sky spinning slowly in front of her. She tried to move he r hands to stop it, but as she glanced to her side she could see she was secured with heavy leather straps to a white wooden board, and it was this that seemed to be moving. As the platform slowly turned, she looked to one side, and a short distance away she could see Velma, strapped to a similar board with a thick leather pad covering her mouth.
“Which would explain the taste of rubber in my own,” Daphne thought to herself as she tried moving her own li
Ben 10:The Power of PestilenceBen 10: Alien Force in: The Power of Pestilence!Ben 10:The Power of Pestilence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gwen Tennyson bit her lip as Kevin's ride neared the abandoned factory.
"There's something fishy about this," she muttered, almost to herself.
"C'mon, babe, this one's a cinch," Kevin said, cocky as ever. "Maybe my tech picked up signs of radiation out here but my sources tell me there's no trace of Highbreed activity in the area, which means they're probably not involved. We got nothing to worry about."
Gwen crossed her arms and looked moodily out the window.
"Doesn't that make you wonder what it is we're looking for?"
Kevin shrugged. "Probably just some missing plutonium. Nothing we can't handle. Right, Ben?"
Kevin smacked Ben good-naturally on the back. The Omnitrix-wearer, clearly not paying attention, nearly choked on his chili fries.
"Womph?" Ben answered, his mouth full of fries.
Kevin sighed. "Never mind, we're here."
Kevin's muscle car came to a screeching halt before the building. The three got out, slamming the door