Greg-Rodrick -- DOAWK"We're leaving you two home for the weekend, so you better get along while we're gone." Their mother told them before leaving.Greg-Rodrick -- DOAWK4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They haven't been getting along, at all, for the past few months. And it's been getting at their mother. Her, their father, and baby brother are going on a trip.
And they've been acting up so much, their mother think it's best for them to stay. She thinks this may be a chance for them to spend some time together.
In her mind, it could be fun. For them, it's like torture.
"No friends over, either." Their father added sternly, waiting for a response. Greg and Rodrick nodded, and let out a low sigh, watching as their father walked out the door.
"This is going to be so boring.." Greg mumbled, trudging to the living room. He fell on the couch, only to get pushed off. "Hey!"
"Not for long." Rodrick grinned, getting out his phone as he layed out on the couch.
Greg squinted his eyes, "What are you doing..?"
"Nothing." He said, as he started texting.
A story on RepeatFor what it's worth,A story on Repeat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not worth much.
We walk along,
Never anywhere to actually go.
We say things,
We never mean.
It's an endless cycle,
A story on repeat.
A sad tale,
Of our own invention.
One thousand to go.
Words we have spoken,
We speak again.
An Endless cycle,
A story on repeat.
And whispers in the wind.
An endless cycle,
A story on repeat.
Phantasmagoric Waltz"Hey Karkat." Jade perked her eyes open.Phantasmagoric Waltz4 years ago in Settings More Like This
There wasn't much to do in an empty laboratory. Some screens blinked with an "Error" sign, perhaps some broken tubes lied within the floor, and some deteriorated chairs stood there. You could only hear the sound of some vague typing and rare giggles from time to time. They were alone, too. Sitting on a dirty blanket they found on one of those strange drawers. "Gog, I can't believe you are sitting on that." She was asleep at the time, or used to be, at least, until her head began hurting and Karkat offered his lap for her to rest in. She was sure he meant "sleeping", but who would waste time in that when a stubborn, grouchy and cold troll offers you his lap to put your head on?
"Karkat, listeeeen!" She said a little louder this time.
He moved his attention away from the computer and looked down to where Jade was.
"What is it, now." He flicked her forehead. Jade squealed.
"You know... we should dance!!" She smiled and said, straight to the
25 Days of SPN X-Mas #25 - Christmas GiftsDisclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke. Sadly, I do not own any of these guys.25 Days of SPN X-Mas #25 - Christmas Gifts1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Experts still haven't been able to explain the sudden brightness of one of the northern stars last night," said a reporter on the television in the bunker's main room. "But some people are already calling it a 'Christmas Miracle,' a sign of God's continuing love for humanity and His desire to give us hope, and having it happen on Christmas night seems to be a sign of better things to come. Astronomers assert that as of yet there is still no proof of –"
"Well, that's pretty awesome," Charlie Bradbury said as she turned off the news channel to address the other people in the room. "Looks like you guys've been pretty busy while I was gone."
"Just a little bit, yeah," Gabriel said with a pleased grin. "And I'd say I pulled off last night's plan to perfection, wouldn't you?"
HH Short - Summer Break Part 1HH Short - Summer Break Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stu stood alone on the sidewalk. A large duffel bag was at his feet. Instead of his usual attire, he wore a short-sleeved hoodie. This one too had the word "STAB" on it in the green text. Instead of pants and boots, he wore black shorts, and black sandals. He turned around to look at the store behind him. The sign on top read Renn's Videodrome. He looked back down and pulled his cellphone out. He was about to make a call to Sadako. She told him to meet her and the others outside this particular store. He had no idea why since he thought they would meet at the airport. Sadako had a summer home in Japan, and she had invited Stu, Freddy, Jason, and Michael to spend a week with her at her summer home. So it only made sense to meet at the airport. Perhaps they were just meeting up at this spot before heading off to the airport. He found it odd that she invited only guys, but he didn't question it.
Stu was about to press the call button when a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. He quickly
HH Short - Summer Break Part 2HH Short - Summer Break Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, Samara-chan! Smile!" Sadako held up her digital camera.
Samara stopped opening her bag and looked over. When she saw the camera, she immediately smiled. The flash went off.
"Great! Arigato!" Sadako looked at the picture of her cousin.
Kayako entered the room slowly. She was looking over her shoulder. Sadako grabbed her and pulled her in the room. Kayako looked at her and croaked.
"Whooo's that?" she asked.
"Freddy. He's a friend from my new school."
"I seeeee," Kayako said smiling. "Interesssting."
Kayako dropped her bag and opened it up. She pulled a towel out and wiped the blood off her face. The sound of yelling made the girls suddenly jump. They all peeked out in the hallway. Freddy came running out in the hallway with nothing but his swimsuit on. It was striped with red and green like his usual attire.
"It's time to hit the beach!" he announced.
Everyone else looked out into the hallway. Jason shook his head and rolled his good eye. Stu smiled under his mask and agreed. He d
Love Story Part 31 Okay Max, you will stand here, Mom said pulling me close to where she was standing. Dad was smiling, and Fang was exactly across from me. Angel was nine, but she was still flower girl. Nudge, Kyra, and Ella were bridesmaids, so they stood up there too. Gazzy and Iggy were really too old for this, but they were both ring bearers. I saw them, and I smiled. Fang was just my escort up there, so he was happy. During the rehearsal, he just stared at me. I was supposed to be thinking about them and their wedding, but I couldnt. What about mine? I know I wasnt going to be married for a little while, but I could still think about it. Who would be my bridesmaids? Nudge and Kyra. It would be kind of like Moms, except Ella would be my maid of honor, since she was my sister. I was staring ahead of me, so I didnt even realize when it was supposedly over. Ella and Nudge were jumping up in my face to get my attention, but it wasnt working. ThLove Story Part 317 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Give Me a SignGive Me a Sign5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Give Me a Sign"
A FAX songfic-oneshot.
I don't own Maximum Ride (© James Patterson) or "Give Me a Sign" (© Breaking Benjamin)
Please listen to Give Me a Sign while reading this for max. enjoyment.
Nudge came out into the kitchen, where the rest of the flock sat, awaiting the news she was going to deliver. They all looked up, hoping for something positive. Nudge frowned and shook her head, holding up another brown, speckled feather. "Shit." Iggy cursed, and Angel bit her lip. Nudge set the feather on the table, in the pile of around ten. Dylan picked up the feather, examining it closely.
"She hasn't moved at all?"
"No." Nudge responded. "She's still in the same position as yesterday, curled up on her bed, her eyes open, but not really focused. I don't think she's moved at all."
Dylan clenched his teeth. "This is all Fang's fault."
Ever since Fang had left the flock, Max had been cooped up in her room. Not eating, not talking, not flying. It had been three weeks now.
Dahvie and JayyDahvieDahvie and Jayy2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was watching the television when the phone rang. "Ugh." I grab my phone from my pocket and opened it. "Hello?" "This Dahvie Vanity?" "Yeah, why. Is something wrong?" "We need you to come to the hospital. Your friend Jayy Monroe got his car hit by a drunk driver. He's demanding that you're here." My heart stopped right when she said drunk driver. "O-okay. I'll be there in a few minutes." I got off the phone with the hospital and started to cry. I ran to grab my keys and bag. I had trouble starting up my car. I am too shaky.
I got to the hospital within minutes. I fast walked up to the front desk. "Jayy Monroe's room please." I asked nicely. "You must be Dahvie. His room is 103 on the second floor." I ran to the elevator to get to Jayy's room. I found the room and walked up to the door and knocked. I heard Jayy say a light come in. "Hey buddy." I walked up to Jayy and he looked at me and smiled lightly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been driving out late at night." He said to me.
And The NextCloud grumbled to herself as she raced down the sidewalk, holding her backpack over her head to block most of the downpour as she ran. She prided herself on being responsible and on time for her after school job, but today had been a bit of a disaster, which had led up to her situation at the moment. Late for her job at the diner, getting her feet and pants soaked as she sprinted in an attempt to get there quickly.And The Next4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She finally came to the corner across from the diner, and she hurriedly checked for cars before running across the street, kicking up water as she did. She threw her backpack over her shoulder once she was under the diner's overhang. Grabbing a hair tie out of her pocket, she pulled her curly, now wet, hair into a messy ponytail and, pushing open the door and walking in, threw the other waitress a smile, hurrying into the back to grab an apron and change into her uniform.
"I think we should write this date down, or something." Allison, the other waitress,
Abandoned I'The Little Boys Room'Abandoned I9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Three figures lay slumped against the wall, faces pale and drawn. They were unconscious – knocked over the head with clubs. Usually it wouldn't have affected them had the weapon not been wood, but as a matter of fact it had been oak. Pretty damn hard – especially when it came crashing down at the speed of a bullet.
Nevertheless, one was starting to wake up. His eyebrow twitched, arcing beautifully over his lidded left eye. Had his eyes not been closed, they would have been emerald green… the colour of the sea.
"Mm?" he put a hand up to his head slowly and then opened one eye. He was no stranger to darkness; his vision was almost perfect in the twilight that clothed the room around him.
He could see the shabby wallpaper lining the walls – a colour that had once been cream that was now more of a faded yellow – and the linoleum flooring running under his body. It felt cold and slippery and he sat up hastily, longish-black hair falling in front of his eyes.
A Time For Giving- A Gwevin Christmas StoryA Time for Giving- A Gwevin Christmas ShortA Time For Giving- A Gwevin Christmas Story3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The currently snow-covered acres of New York's Central Park were quiet; the only sounds to be heard were the faint hustle of traffic and the light, snow-crunching footsteps of a lone and petit hooded female figure.
It was the night of Christmas Eve, and the young female had ventured outside to pay an old friend well, rather enemy a visit. Thankfully, the hotel her family was staying at was only a block away from Central Park, and she also had the spare room-key (which she may have stolen from her older brother while he was sleeping, but who doesn't like a rebel?) so she could sneak back in. The young figure, not long tuned twelve, was clad in a long and flowing hooded navy-blue trench coat and black army-style boots (borrowed from her brother, who not only was the same size shoe as her, had rather feminine shaped feet) that made heavy noises as she stepped. The young female lit her path through a purple/pink tinted glow eman
FelicityFelicity3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Felicity "Feli" Rose
Age: 17 years
Height/Weight: 5'6ft. 100lbs.
Occupation (Student, Teacher?): Student
Appearance: Red, wavy, almost curly, hair that goes down to the middle of her back, sea green eyes, skinny, and always wears dark-er colors. She also has a thing for band t-shirts, plain, beat-up old black hightops, and skinny-jeans. When she shifts, she's a red hawk. She also often has a bird or two following her.
Abilities (or, if human, hobbies?): She likes to sing, read, and fly. She can also shift into a red hawk. She can normally be found in a tree, or by a window, curled up with a book.
Personality: She is kind of hyper sometimes, but knows when to calm down. She's happy and sometimes jumpy. If you get on her bad side, she has a mean temper. She is friendly, and close to her friends. When you first meet her, you might have to get her to stop reading before she talks. She also loves music. She has a slight British accent (that i'm not even going to t
Love Story Part 35 There were hundreds of them. We could take a lot, but the odds werent in our favor. Fang was beside me, not leaving my side, being blood thirsty Fang. I was busy kicking one in the stomach, and he was slamming two heads together literally. Guess two heads are better than one.Love Story Part 357 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I saw one that looked different from the others. Half morphed. I stopped, and I saw the face. It looked just like Ari. I dropped a few feet because I was motionless in the shock, and then I remembered to stay levitated. Fang looked at me, and he saw what had done that. His eyes opened slightly, and I started thinking about everything. When Fang left, when Ari died, what it was like in Paris, and Germany! Ari. That flyboy attacked me, and Fang jumped on it. It pulled out a pocketknife, and Fang shoved it off of me. The knife went into my left arm, and I let out a cry of pain. Fang shot up at the Ari flyboy, but that wasnt the smartest thing to do it ha
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 31Everlasting Snow: Chapter 312 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your heart is pounding.
You search around you for anything, anything, you can use to get yourself out of the metal cuff.
Or maybe break one of the strong chains.
Or somehow pry the stake out of the cage floor.
Anything to free you from your prison.
The entire time, you’re thinking of nothing but how badly you need to help Jack—to perhaps somehow warn him, or something—and prevent a catastrophe from befalling him.
Much to your dismay, you find absolutely nothing.
You rattle the cage out of frustration. The Nightmare neighs at you as if telling you to be quiet.
You slump down, your back to the cage wall. You’re desperate, panicking, worried beyond measure. You feel all sense of hope leave you, making you feel heavier than usual. You’re completely helpless, and you don’t like it.
Sandy…Tooth…Bunny…North…someone, ANYONE, please…help!
You close your eyes. The tips of your fingers find the small snowf
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 44Everlasting Snow: Chapter 442 years ago in Romance More Like This
You finally figure out why he really gives you the creeps.
No, it isn’t because of his height. Nothing about his outer physical appearance, really.
Nor is it his immense power.
Or the memories of your childhood and the fears he rekindles.
No…it’s because, even though you know he’s standing right behind you, he gives off no presence, like most living things do.
It’s as if you’re standing with your back to a giant void.
It sends that sixth-sense chill down your spine.
And that scares you.
Nevertheless, you don’t try to fight or break away. You need to hear what he has to say, to listen closely to what needs to be done to help Jack.
“What do I have to do?” you ask, trying to steady your shaking voice.
“It’s quite simple, really,” he says. You can practically hear the smile on his face. He’s winning, and he knows it. “Give him to me, and I’ll fix him right up. You can’t ta
Hide and Seek Is not Fun With Him!Hide and Seek Is not Fun With Him!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
" Jack! Where the heck are you? I've been searching for a long time!" You complained, looking for that brown headed idiot. Or was his hair caramel? You couldn't tell some days. Oh wait! Why the heck were you thinking about his hair when your suppose to find him!? This is a game of hide and seek, but you weren't a very good seeker.
"JJaaaaccckkkkk" You called out, pouting. " Fine! I give up!" You yelled into the snowy forest, turning around only to see Jack standing right there. You shreiked and fell backwards as Jack clutched his stomache and laughed. You stuck your tongue out. " That wasn`t funny Jack!" You exclaimed. He laughed, but helped you up. "It was totally funny, sorry though" He smiled a bit but you huffed.
"Whatever, you could have been the boogyman!" You exclaimed, looking scared now. Jack rolled his eyes. " Your such a baby, he doesn't exist!"
"That's what you think my dear children" Said a dark distance voice, looming over the snow filled, but dark forest.
Love Story Epilogue Fang, youre going the wrong way, I said firmly.Love Story Epilogue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He glanced over at me. Max, look at the map. It says to go this way.
Uh, I am looking at it. Its telling us to go the other way, I said, annoyed.
Austin and Erin burst out laughing.
Mommy, Erin said softly. Its funny to hear you two playfully fight.
I smiled and looked at Fang. He had his happy smile on his face. He looked over at me and smiled.
Maybe Mommys right this time, he said softly.
I knew Fang hated admitting he was wrong, especially in front of his kids. It shocked me that he was.
Mommy? Austin said quietly from the back seat.
I turned and looked at him. What baby?
Why is it when I sit still for too long
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 38Everlasting Snow: Chapter 382 years ago in Romance More Like This
You finally exhale, the breath that had been trapped within you escaping past your lips to a long-awaited freedom.
At first, you’re not sure on what to say.
After months of knowing you, Jack just told you he loves you.
Jack Frost. A spirit. Immortal. The stuff of legends. In love. With you.
Your head is swimming.
But then something arises within you. A small, soft warmth. Like a single candle’s flame flickering brightly in a dark room filled with uncertainty.
Slowly, it grows, filling you and steadying your beating heart and racing mind. All other thoughts, all other feelings, are forgotten.
Just one remains.
You’ve never been surer of something in your life.
You smile warmly at Jack, who is staring at you, mouth slightly agape as he waits for you to say something, body stuck in the moment just after his confession.
“I love you too.”
He relaxes, unfurling the anxious fist that his staff-less hand had been in. A lo
Piano Man He could hear Sarah warming up in front of the microphone, her small, soft voice rising and falling. The din of the waiters and servers setting up the many tables in front of them echoed behind her; the grating clatter of silverware wore against his ears.Piano Man4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He turned his attention back to Sarah. So much clearer, so much more pleasant... His shoulders, which had been tensed, relaxed, and he ran his fingers over the piano keys reverently, letting the background noise fade away.
And a pure, clear note from Sarah cracked.
His hands stopped over the keys, turning his head slightly and shifting on the hard piano bench so he could hear her better. Sarah had recovered beautifully, falling into a lower note and continuing the scale as she had been doing, but he could hear the small tremble in her voice, the quick gasps of breaths between notes. There was silence, for a moment, after Sarah finished the scale, before she began to sing again. She was determined, he was sure, to shake off
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 2FO9T Book 1 Chapter 2FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter Two Gentle waves of harmonious melodic chirpings of birdsong filled Larissas head even before she opened her eyes. She awoke instantly aware of where she was or, at least, where she thought she must be. She reached up to touch her face, to touch where the dream-monitoring wires were attached. But they werent there. Had Dr. Gwen already removed them? Certainly, everything must have gone really well, thought Larissa, because she couldnt remember ever waking up feeling so well-rested and feeling so good all over. But, then again, something was strange
She stretched out her arms and legs beneath the blankets and shifted about to and fro. After a moment, she realized: This isnt the hospital bed in Dr. Gwens office. The bed she found herself in was, in fact, much nicer and comfier
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 49Everlasting Snow: Chapter 492 years ago in Romance More Like This
The last beams of daylight illuminate the world in a final flash of orange before reluctantly disappearing, receding and descending behind the horizon along with the tired sun.
But even though the star is no longer visible to you, traces of light remain, turning the sky at the earth’s edge a vibrant red with arms that reach out into the night’s royal purple, giving the world a last work of daytime beauty so the sun is fondly remembered through the night. Smaller stars begin to show their white faces, taunting the crimson light as it attempts to touch them. Just as its fingers begin to brush the small white light of the closest star, though, it too is pulled down with the sun, and night tucks it away until morning.
The stars shine brighter as the sky turns darker, rejoicing at their triumph.
And then, the most anticipated moment of the night. The stars quiet down out of respect, turning their attention to the main event.
Slowly, shyly, the moon peeks up, showing the world a
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 35Everlasting Snow: Chapter 352 years ago in Romance More Like This
The hours turn into days,
The days into weeks,
And the weeks into months.
You and Jack become virtually inseparable. The only time you spend apart is when Jack leaves to go conjure up winter weather.
“I travel with the weather,” he tells you when you ask why he has to leave and can’t just stay. “Y’know, with the cold and stuff. Wherever it goes, I go, and I do my thing wherever that may be. Feels natural. Sure, the clouds and chilliness would still exist—I mean, it all existed before I did (I did float out of a frozen lake into snowy scenery that I didn’t create, after all)—but I’m a channel of sorts for it and really bring the Winter and all things associated with it on, emphasizing it in a way. It’s a pretty important job. Can’t really call it a job though, since it’s so much fun. I could go places where it’s not winter-like at all and make it snow and such, but I have a feeling that’d c