.: Cat!Reader x Owner!Karkat: AT NIGHT :."Meow!".: Cat!Reader x Owner!Karkat: AT NIGHT :.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stupid meowbeast- Shut up already! Uh...Dad needs his sleep!"
"No ___. No coldcuts."
"fuCKING- FINE YOU CAN HAVE SOME DAMNED COLDCUTS."
Some turkey hit the floor in front of you and you smiled, purring loudly and swaying your tail.
Your name is ___ ___, and you are a cat.
Well, for the time being at least.
Your owner, Karkat Vantas, sighed softly as your muzzle was digging a pit into the turkey, smacking the food loudly.
When he left the kitchen, you lifted your head and padded over to a counter, leaping atop of it to look at the clock on a microwave.
Ah yes, 9:59 PM.
As soon as you read the clock, you lept back off and sat neatly on the tiled floor, closing your feline eyes.
The awkward sensation you always felt at ten PM flowed over you, and there you were.
Five-hundred percent neko.
You flickered your black ears and smiled, standing up with a stretch and 'nyaaawn~', walking carefully though
Latin APH: Marcas EXTRALatin APH: MarcasLatin APH: Marcas EXTRA5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Capítulo Extra: La versión de Manuel
La lluvia no cesó durante todo el día, así que no pude irme de casa de Manuel, para volver a la mía tan pronto como lo planeé, y menos con el frío que hacía afuera.
La cabeza me dolía un poco aún y -por culpa de Manuel- me había quedado un moretón en mi divino rostro que no quería mostrar en la calle a NADIE, moretón que no vi hasta que fui a ducharme y me miré en el espejo, y para peor, me había comenzado a aburrir por que Manu estaba encerrado en su biblioteca desde hacía tiempo y no me dejaba entrar, por alguna razón.
-Manu, abréme la puerta, estoy aburrido-dije, intentando nuevamente entrar con él.
-¡Deja de wearme!-gritó él desde dentro- ¡Déjame un rato ¿Querí?, si ya voy ya!
-Es lo mismo que me venis diciendo desde hace 3 horas Manu -Suspiré, mientras que giraba la perilla de la
The Narrative OC MEME 2I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:The Narrative OC MEME 26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. Asleep, Character Two or Character Four are dreaming of their most pleasant childhood memory. What is it about?
III. However, Character Five continues to toss and turn, haunted by their childhood nightmare! What scared them as a child?
IV. Character Two finds a diary with Character Four name on it. They eagerly read a random page to themselves. What does the entry say?
V. Character Three is severely poisoned and is slowly dying. Explain how it happened and if they survive.
VI. A gang of bullies are picking on Character Four. Character Two or Character Five come to their aid but they both get beat up. Why is that?
VII. A character of your choice is just learning how
Tonight is one of Those NightsTonight is one of those nights: Lying in bed, kept awake by my odd insomnia that began when I was only a few weeks pregnant. During this time, I use it very carefully to reflect on my life from now and bonding with my baby who I so long to meet and hold. I turn over a bit to see my sleeping husband, overly exhausted from overworking himself. He’s deep in REM sleep but I’m sure he’d be wide awake if I even whispered his name. I looked down at our child and just realized how everything was falling into place. I traced my fingers up and down as our child moved and squirmed, finding “comfortable” an extremely hard state to achieve.Tonight is one of Those Nights1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“God, please give me a son,” I began to pray out loud yet softly as I turned over to the window, “I want to make my husband proud… I want to make my uncle proud. I know I shouldn’t be selfish, especially after Gus and I worked so hard to get pregnant… I just want to make him happy…”
Camera of Change: The Cabin Part 1“Dude, I swear to you this cabin of mine is the tits! It’s belonged to my family for as long as I can remember; besides the office is going to be closed down for the next couple weeks for the holidays,” said Craig, talking to his coworker Alex.Camera of Change: The Cabin Part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I dunno, Craig. I’m not one for the wilderness and the whole outdoors,” Alex replied as he put away some paperwork .
Craig Lann and Alex Ross were coworkers at a local office firm. Craig was the head of their area while Alex had been working there for a few months. The two had hit it off pretty well, slowly becoming good friends, but were still more like acquaintances, which was why Alex was rather iffy on spending a couple weeks in a secluded area with his boss. Craig had described it as this quiet acreage that his family had owned for quite a few generations and with the fall season coming to an end, the trees changing colors was just a beautiful sight.
The company the two were working for, Halbert Enterpri
TrivelaJanice didn't rush towards the dome wall. She limped as fast as she could, shifting weight to her good foot, painfully moving forward. She splayed her hands on the transparent wall and gazed at the growing crack. I realized I was holding my breath - everyone was - but I relaxed when the crack stopped growing. Janice sighed, lowered her head and just stood there, hands still on the wall, her silhouette framed by the red sand outside.Trivela1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wanted to get up from the gray grass, to tell Janice it was all going to be okay. I wanted to tell her it was just a surface crack and that I would fix it in the morning, before I did my rounds checking the air conditioning. It would take me just a few minutes and it wasn't a big deal, it was just a matter of using a liquid neoplexiglass gun to refill it. The wall was fine and I was sure Janice knew it. I couldn't understand why she looked so upset. Was it her leg? Was it hurt that bad?
"It just… burst," Janice said, not even bothering to
Badly Taught Boy (Part 3)Badly Taught Boy (Part 3)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Badly Taught Boy (Part 3) [Shopping Day]
Kieran and I lived not too far away from the City Centre, so we could easily walk to the shops together. Just less than a mile away was the main shopping centre. But because we were going to need a quite a lot for Kieran’s benefit, I decided that we went in the car so that we had the boot space to carry it all back when we were done. For this trip, I allowed Kieran to sit in the front passenger seat next to me. We parked up in the car park, then I got out some loose change from my pocket to get the parking ticket, which was placed on the dashboard for the traffic wardens to see. Then, Kieran and I headed for the doors of the shopping centre.
“Are you feeling OK Kieran?”
“I’ve never felt better in my life.”
As we entered the main doors, we saw humongous crowds coming in and out of the shopping centre like stampedes. I had no idea how Kieran coped with crowds, so I gave him a
I Want To Be A Great WriterWriters all have a common goal in mind for the words they write. To lead the readers somewhere the author believe they deserve to go. And though writing has changed over the centuries this simple fact has yet to change in literature. Recently in my attempts to improve my own writing through reading the works of Nobel Prize winners, Pulitzer Prize winners , and great writers of the site (oaklungs , lupus-astra , ssensory , insomniaplague ), I noticed something I didn't particularly enjoy about the ways we each wrote.I Want To Be A Great Writer1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
We (majority of the writers of the site including myself) guide the readers hand in hand like a tour guide pointing out each aspect and details of our work while they (the wonderful men and women writers of a generation before ours) flew above them, giving them only the bare minimum of guidance, letting the reader notice the exquisite beauty of the world being formed before them at their own pace and at many times left many details no
Paraskirting Gone AwryParaskirting Gone AwryParaskirting Gone Awry2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On top of the Mushroom Kingdom castle, Princess Peach was having a brief spot of imagination; the question "If I could float in Subcon, then why not give that a try?" went on in her head. Once she looked around, she crouched and waited in that position until she began to glow. With a stationary jump, she leapt five feet into the air, with her gown flaring out as she remained afloat while stationary, albeit very slowly descending. "Oh yes, I still have it." Peach said, "If only I actually tried using that to escape Bowser, during all those times I got captured and everything..." Peach landed shortly afterwards, then looked around before charging up a second jump. "Here I go." Peach thought, leaping up off the balcony as her gown opened up like an umbrella once more, a breeze carried her along. "Hmmm...a slight misstep, but hopefully this will..." Peach couldnt finish, as she saw a magical air current in an out-of-the-way spot. "Huh!?" The princess' jaw dropped in
Waitress WantedWaitress Wanted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"God damn it! I can't find any place that I can work!" Robert yelled, at no in particular. Robert was 18 years old, had short spiky brown hair, was 5' 6, and had a medium build. He has been looking for a job for three days, but with no luck. He kicked a can from his path and sat down on a bench. He had no idea how he was going to find one, the province he lived in was not in a rescission, and was doing extremely well.
"I wish there was a place that was just opening," Robert said to himself, a gust of wind came, bringing a newspaper to his face, taking the newspaper off he saw that in the adds, was a new restaurant opening, and that it needs new workers.
He looked through the add, and saw that the restaurant opened today. Putting down the direction on a receipt that he had, and ran off.
Robert stared at the restaurant that was in front of him. The restaurant was about the size of a company owned restaur
TrancefixionYour name is Dave Strider. You are 10 years old.Trancefixion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And you are in a club.
None of your friends have ever seen a club, let alone get inside one. But there you are. With the deafening music filling your eardrums and the lights blinking in front of your shaded eyes. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
This is no new setting for you. As far as you can remember, this is how you grew up. It all started in your home.
When other kids were sang lullabies before sleep, you had your ears filled with beats, mixes and scratches. The crème de la crème of electronic music was what put you to sleep. When others were taught nursery rhymes, you were taught the lyrics of house tunes. While other kids played with building blocks, you were messing around with LPs and turntables.
And when the time finally came for you to go to a club, for the very first time, when you finally got to experience that world yourself It was instant, uncontained love.
First, you went once in a couple of
Strangers In The NightThe conifers played the piano the night you died.Strangers In The Night5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
On reflection, because of what happened, I expected there to be rain and stricken bolts of lightening. A perfect storm for an imperfect night.
In reality, the sun set in a perfect ball of glowing embers. There was no need for fire, catastrophe would occur that night in many other ways.
Our paths had never crossed before. Or if they had, we never knew it. I hadn't heard your voice, and I didn't know your name. Your voice and your name would never combine to enlighten me that night, nor ever again. The most important moment of your life, and possibly the most memorable of mine tugged us roughly together. You were given me as your human contact. And I imagine now, that I must have looked to you like the ghost you have now become.
There were others around, of course. Somebody dialled three digits and another kept people at a respectable distance. But it was I that you were dealt to preserve your life. I remember scolding you for your timing
OF Teaser : Angels Fell First : Covenant (CH1)OF Teaser : Angels Fell First : Covenant (CH1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THIS IS JUST A TEASER!!!! I'll only be posting the first 5 chapter teasers of this project.
The red wolf moon—the color of the blood in our veins, only brighter.
That’s what Skelly had told him in his youth when he’d asked about the crescent blade in the sky. He’d said it while tipping his wide-brimmed hat and lifting the boy up into those wiry arms. His breath had been a smoky whisper. “That’s your moon, Zev. You’re mother told me that a long time ago.”
“Why papa?” Skelly preferred Zev to use his given name, but it always felt more natural to him this way. Father...
The old man studied him for a moment, that familiar scowl returning to his already weathered eyes. “Because you’re chosen, boy.”
“Chosen for what...?”
Zev sprints down a shadowed alleyway, hoping the guards haven’t spotted him. His breath catches in his throat and he swallows dryly. Ahead of him, the all
Una entrevista con amigas Parte 11.¿Cuál es tu género?Una entrevista con amigas Parte 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Femenino B)
2. ¿Qué edad tienes?
- 15 años xD (por ahora >8D)
3. ¿Quieres un abrazo?
- Mmm... si es de Tsuna-kun siiii!!!! (y mas si se agrega Gokudera O¬O)
4. ¿Cuáles son tus defectos?
- emmmmm.... no se .... maly cuales son mis defectos
-muy tonta y estupida?
-ja ja ¬¬ gracias maly
-no tengo tiempo para pensar ahora ¬¬
-emmmm.. bueno no se me ocurre nada ahora n.n
5. ¿Cuál es tu comida favorita?
- Los tallarines (y todo tipo de pasta excepto ravioles que no se ni como se escribe )
6. ¿Cuál es tu sabor de helado favorito?
7. ¿Eres virgen?
- si,si lo soy!!!!! soy muy joven aun !!!!!!!
8. ¿Has matado a alguien?
- Claro que no! aún...osea...nooo,nooooo jamas O.o
9. ¿Odias a alguien?
- Amm... déjame pensar...(mirando a maly ¬¬).... no no se me ocurre nadie
10. ¿Tienes algún secreto?
- emmm... si
For My QueenThe townsfolk gathered in the courtyard, awaiting the arrival of the queen on their hands and knees. They stared down at the brick path, forbidden from gazing into the eyes of their queen. He dug his fingernails in between the bricks, teeth grating against each other. The man hated every bit of the queen and he was not alone in this feeling. He glanced at his neighbours; anger in every single person’s eyes.For My Queen6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She exited her carriage, her dress trailing behind her as she walked down the stairs. The queen looked down on her subjects with disgust, making an irritated noise as she strolled over to the people.
“You’re all so dirty” she said, distaste in her voice as she began walking alongside the rows of the populace. He could hear the clicking of her heels getting louder and louder, inching towards him. Every little beat of the heels forced his nails further into the cracks between the bricks. Golden high heels stood beside his bloody finger nails, glittering jewels
Becoming Aware Chapter 2Becoming Aware Chapter 28 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
by Brittany Kistler
Chapter 2: Not mine
I looked at his hands. They were extended from him, toward the viewer. It looked as if he was waiting for somebody to put something in his hands. But there was already something in his hands. My family was chained up like a chain-gang in the palms of his hands. But over his shoulder, in the distance, there I was. My back was turned, but I was looking over my shoulder at him. A large collar and chain made me look like a dog on a leash, and in my sad looking puppy eyes, were tears. All around me in the backround were my characters. Dimitri, Raimos and Robert Rose, Quee, Human Eff, Zar, Zara, Wittany and Delila. They were all surrounding me, their eyes blank and listless. "If you didn't do that, than who did?" she demanded.
I continued picking at my food and sta
Reason Vs Emotion Are Reason and Emotion equally necessary in justifying a moral decision? </i>Reason Vs Emotion8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Emotion is a sometimes basic and instinctual animal process, while reason is a deep and intellectual analytical progression, making it far more vital and persuasive to the justification of a moral decision. Our legal system is a moral decision making process at the height of our civilisation. So the uncertainty and inconsistency of emotion, is advised never to be taken into account at a similar to that of reason. Most decisions made on impulse are decided almost entirely with the emotions of the human being making the decision, so as a result of this evidence for justifying the decision only leads back to the thoughts and feelings of one person, while decisions made using reason consider many people. But most importantly if we are to compare reason and emotion as ways of knowing, we are led to the conclusion that reason becomes a far more effective process in achieving certainty, causing reason t
FrUk - Parasole z LondynuZ nieba lały się hektolitry wody.FrUk - Parasole z Londynu4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Kretyn. Głupek. Idiota. Stary zboczeniec!"
Anglia kopnął Bogu ducha winny kamyk, tak, że ten wpadł do kałuży. Błotnista woda
ochlapała mu nogawkę spodni.
Arthur zaszczycił nogawkę ledwo jednym, przelotnym spojrzeniem i znowu ruszył, rozpoczynając nową wyliczankę. I tak było obrzydliwie mokro.
Bałwan! Błazen! Cholerny żabojad!"
Zacisnął dłoń na rączce parasola, aż ta niebezpiecznie zatrzeszczała.
Nie... to wcale nie są łzy... nie, absolutnie, nie płaczę przecież! W końcu pada, nie!?"
Powtarzał sobie w myślach, zupełnie ignorując fakt, że idzie pod parasolem.
Z kamienną twarzą i łzami, które już teraz same toczyły się z oczu, skręcił w gł
FrUk: AntykwariatFrUk: Antykwariat4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Nareszcie. Moja mała oaza spokoju.
Wciągnąłem nosem ukochany zapach starych woluminów. Pozdrowiłem sprzedawcę, siedzącego za fortecą z ciężkich tomiszczy (odkiwnął mi głową) i ruszyłem leniwym krokiem na spotkanie z moją absolutnie najbardziej ukochaną formną spędzania wolnego czasu. Niewielki, ale niezwykle dobrze zaopatrzony antykwariat na obrzeżach Londynu okupowany był przeze mnie w prawie każdy wolny, ponury i deszczowy dzień od wielu lat. Sędziwy sprzedawca był jednym z tych typów ludzi, którzy tyle już w życiu widzieli, że nic nie jest w stanie ich zadziwić. Nie dziwił go nawet fakt, że jego antykwariat odwiedza wiecznie młody, pomimu upływu lat, mężczyzna.
Jak zwykle, rozpocząłem swoje poszukiwania od pobieżnego przejrzenia książek o ogrodnictwie. Szybko d
Counting Freckles :DIRKJAKE RQ:"Jake what are you doing?"Counting Freckles :DIRKJAKE RQ:3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Counting your freckles."
Dirk sat perfectly still as Jake settled down on his lap, his shades being pushed up onto the top of his head as Jake's fingers gently brushed across his freckle dusted cheeks. Jake did this every so often, and of course Dirk found it absolutely adorable of him. His lips twitched up in the beginnings of a smile. "Afraid a few disappeared?" He found himself teasing gently, blinking up at the black-haired boy of whom he adored.
"No." Jake pouted, God that boy was cuter than ever when he did. "I just like counting them ol' chap." He watched as Dirk leaned his head back against the back of the couch, eyes slipping shut as his fingertips ghosted over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He felt himself smiling as he mentally counted the freckles, hands lightly continuing down to the few on Dirk's neck then to his shoulders. When he glanced up his emerald gaze was met by Dirk's orange and he felt his cheeks warm.
"So Come here ofte