Creepy Rugrats Test-AngelicaCreepy Rugrats Test-Angelica4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My mommy and daddy left me home alone again. Both of them ran outta the house without even giving me breakfast. They left me alone. No, wait! I am not alone! The growned-ups brought the babies over! Stupid babies! They make me so mad! Always going on adventures without me!
Stupid Tommy and his bald head! And Chuckie, all that stupid red hair and those stupid frecklers! Then Phil and Lil! Always eating bugs and dirt. Blech! SO nasty!
They bug me! The bug me so much! They are so stupid! Dumb babies! I can always trick them into doing whatever I want! I can make them give me there candy or their cookies. Cuz they are so dumb!
They always get me into trouble too! Whenever mommy and daddy would come home, they ask me, Angelica, who are you talking to. And I say the babies. They say, what babies? And I say right here! Mommy and daddy gives me funny looks and say there is no one there. And then I point at them they aren't there anymore. They run and hide and make me look
Home AloneHome aloneHome Alone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karasu and Carmen were out getting food and Break and Katsu were out on a date, leaving Claira by herself at home. Well, she wasn't truly alone. Liver was curled up in her lap, purring happily. They both sat curled up in a blanket watching a cartoon, laughing at certain points.
Claira looked outside the sliding glass door from her chair, sighing slightly. It was still snowing pretty hard. She hoped all her family would make it home soon and fast. She hated being alone in the house. Her eyes turned back to the tv when she heard something other than her cartoons playing. It was a news warning. A murder is on the loose somewhere in Claira's town. She hugged Liver close to her.
"It would be funny if he ran into Mom and Dad, Liver. They would show him what for." She whispered and hugged Liver even tighter. He meowed in protest. "Oh sorry Liver. I guess I got a little scared. Know what will cheer me up?"
"That's right! A snack!"
Lailah's Christmas listLailah's Christmas list4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lailah's old Christmas List
I found this letter while snooping in my mom's room. I wrote this when I was eight years old.
Dear Santa Claus,
My name is Lailah Diana Morales, but you probably already know that. I have decided to write to you things that I want for Christmas. These are things I know mom might not get me. I know you will since I am on your "Nice List". I am on your nice list right? I should be. I better. I know where the north pole is. I'd hate to have to put on my snow suit, fly to the north pole and feed you your own reindeer before shoving you onto thin ice. Don't test me Mr. Claus. I'll ruin Christmas.
Anyway, these are things I want, and shall get from you for Christmas.
Barbie Dream House- I will put it to good use and play with it often, I promise you. First I will paint the pink house black and white. I hate pink. I will say once I am bored with it, it will be burned in a small contained fire in my backyard.
A red bike- Mother won't
Break's Loving MotherBreak's loving mother.Break's Loving Mother4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The day I found Break was a strange day indeed. I was driving down the road at night, when a woman in a yellow sundress ran out in the middle of the road looking frantic. I had to break hard to stop from hitting her.
"Please! Please! You have to help me!" She ran over and banged on my car door window. Should I roll down my window for the crazy lady? "I was in an a-accident! My husband, he drove off the road! I-In a ditch! O-our baby is trapped in the car. Please, help him!"
As I listened to the bruised woman in the yellow sundress, I was suddenly stuck with the strange urge to help her. If you know me, you know that I help no one. I was prepared to drive off run her over if I had to, but instead I got in the car and walked to the ditch. As I got closer to the horrible wreak, the screams of the child became louder and louder.
I went straight for the backseat and unhooked the screaming baby from his car seat. It wasn't hard getting him out, why coul
Lailah's Silver Soul 4Lailah's Silver Soul 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Carmen still had her old Pokémon gear to give to Lailah. The memories of her own adventures jumped off her old things. Lailah got a bit annoyed with her mom when she would pause to reminisce. She kept poking her mother in her side to get her back on track.
"This is a waterproof tent. It will keep you warm and waterproof. Just press this button and it will pop out." Carmen stuffed the square looking package in Lailah's messenger bag.
"I hope you didn't make me in that tent "
"Oh yes. You were made in this tent."
"Eww. That is so-"
"-I still have some old poke balls you can use and you can take my badge box." She stuffed that in her bag as well. "I packed some food for you and some extra money to buy more."
"That isn't human fle-"
"-You best behave yourself little girl. I don't want to hear you are running from the cops. I will blame everything we have ever done on you." Carmen smiled faintly. "You take care of yourself. Okay? Visit me sometimes so I c
Lailah's Silver Soul 8Lailah's Silver Soul 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The rookie trainer did not want to wake up this morning which is why she used Mordisco as an eye mask to shield her eyes from the bright, shining sun. She wasn't that far from home, but she was already homesick and tired of this journey. So many stupid people everywhere she went, it was mentally tiring. It seemed like her mother was the only other smart person in this world and she was missing her.
Carmen was on the same wave length as Lailah it seemed as she too started to miss Lailah's company. Sure she had Oscuro, but Carmen preferred to talk to another human being. As soon as Carmen woke up she gave her daughter a call and Lailah, getting over the phone waking her up again, spent most of the day talking about anything that came to her mind. From pokemon to homicide, neither of them wanted to get off the phone but of course they had too. Carmen had housework to do and Lailah had the pokemon crap to do.
Lailah might have ended the phone call, but she w
CampingCampingCamping4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few months ago, Emmy went camping in the forest alone. Emmy loved camping. She was an up and coming painter and, along with her camping gear, she always brought her easel and paint. She also brought a disposable camera with her to take picture of the wild life to paint later. She always spends three days up in the mountain.
Once she was home, she went to the store to get her pictures developed. She wanted to show Claira the cute little bunny she took a picture of. She knew the girl would love it. She sat in her car and looked at her packet of pictures to reminisce about her wonderful trip. Pictures of cute bunnies, squirrels and friendly deer brought a smile to her face. Then confusion and terror graced her pretty face at her next batch of pictures and made sure Emmy would never go camping again.
They were several pictures of Emmy asleep inside her tent from various angles. Clothed and Unclothed.