Six Word Story - Head BowedShe left, mumbling something about oppression.Six Word Story - Head Bowed4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Definition of True LoveI wonder...have you ever thought that your heart is born with a piece missing? And instead of that piece, there's little broken pieces of other hearts. And when you date someone, you give them back their piece of heart and they give you yours. That's why you love each other. You love the feeling of being whole again. But then you break up and those pieces are gone forever. You both lost some of your heart. But then you find the next person. And the process repeats. Someday, you won't have any pieces of other's hearts left. You will have used them all up. It's just your heart left with a hole in it.Definition of True Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But then you meet Him. And you love each other without giving back the missing pieces of heart. You love each other as you are, broken and missing. And when you are together forever, you willingly take a piece of your heart and give it to Him. And He does the same for you. Your hearts are never complete now, but they don't have to be. You live because the other person lives
Carpe DiemHer life transformed in one tomorrow.Carpe Diem4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Proof by SunOwlDon't even try blaming pixies again.Proof by SunOwl3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SisterSisterSister8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you for who you are
you have your flaws
but so do I
I love you for who you are
You treat me like a hero
You follow me everywhere
and you copy everything I do
But I see another hero
And that hero resides in you
You are an innocent angel
and because of that I can smile
you are a reminder that there is
at least one pure soul left in our world
I come home happy knowing that I will see
that angelic smile again
You are the closest friend I've ever known
And you know me like your favorite book
I can be what I truly am
and never fear ridicule
because I am with you.
I love you
my little sister.
Family Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit MoreFamily Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit More4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"It all started here." Ed explained; the ruins of our old house in front of us. "There was the main room, our room, the kitchen, the basement, the memories; it sure does bring me back." Ed let out a small laugh, walking across where every room roughly was.
"I'm surprised there's still some ashes left and that they all haven't been blow away." I chuckled, scratching the back of my head; glass shattering from underneath Ed's left foot as he tread forward a step. Brother straight away peered down at the floor where the noise had come from. He crouched down and digged in the pile of rubble, he was standing on and pulled out a dusty cracked, wooden photo frame, which had a photo still in it. He shook the ashes out the cracked photo frame before lifting it up to show me.
"Al remember this photo? I'm surprised it's still in good condition." He said, facing it towards me. I stepped closer to him and glanced at the photo. It was a photo of us as young boys with mother, mum held
Gryphon CostumeGryphon CostumeGryphon Costume8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He had never heard the term before, gryphon, and had been curious about it. They talked about it in his mythology class. Cedric (it was an old family name. He was something like Cedric the ninth) was not very familiar with mythological creatures that weren't dragons, and a combination of a lion and a dragon had peaked his interest. He decided to Wiki it when he got home. Cedric had to make it through school first, luckily, he only had his favorite class left. Biology.
There was something about it that just blew his mind. In all other classes, math, chemistry, he had solid C's, but in Biology he excelled. He was in the AP class, had the highest grade in the class, and was always doing his own studies and experiments. There was something about the natural world that fascinated him. He took furious notes during the lecture, and took in every iota of information that came his away.
Chapter 1, The Song of the Summer KingChapter 1, The Song of the Summer King3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~ 1 ~
The Red King
Fresh morning air lifted clouds and gulls above the glimmering sea, and drew one young gryfon early from his den. Too early, just before sunrise when forbidden darkness still blanketed the islands.
The sun rose unhurriedly from the sea, and Shard strained against the steep sky, breathing deep, challenging himself to the highest possible dive. The sea spun below him. His mind flickered lightly in the thin air and he shoved down panic. Some would call it too high.
His wings drew in and flapped out sluggishly, feeling separate from his body. He had to bank, to get lower, breathe the deeper air.
Night sparked at the edge of his mind. His dreams flocked up from the night before. Nightmares of the impending initiation hunt.
The hunt! Shard thought wildly. What's the sunmark?
Dreams scattered like crows from Shard's mind.
Modest Suggestions for Modern Parenting.Modest Suggestions for Modern Parenting.3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Children are but of course the future of civilization in the flesh. The psychology of these little people is imperative to our growth and progress, therefore the concept of bad parenting is enough to start all sorts of feuds between people. Constantly you will hear "Think of the children!" in today's world in matters of domestic conflict, therefore I have tasked myself with coming up with my own solution to bad parenting.
As a human being, it is natural for me to be annoyed by the various types of people that my personality permits me to hate. My first instinct is of course not to kill them, but to get away from them as quickly as possible. However, dealing with idiots in my line of work (entertainment and protection) is almost completely inevitable. At my current place of occupation, I am tasked with dealing with families and parties. Often, I am faced with stupid questions and requests such as "Can I take my beer onto the roller coaster simulation?" or "Why can't little Johnny play l
Wolf HuntWind buffed the strong creature's coat. His nose lifted to the sky, wiggling back and forth ever so slightly as he tested the breeze. Elk. He smelled elk for sure.Wolf Hunt5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rallying his pack mates with a quick howl, the leader conveyed his excitement. Now would be the time for a hunt, he would tell them if he could speak. Then they were off. Their narrow chests braved the snow with little problem, their tracks falling in to one another's. The snow was their element. And today, they would dine on elk, he just knew it!
The pack finally spotted the elk, and stopped to put their noses to good use again. Too strong, healthy bull, too far wait! There, her, she was perfect! One of the closer elk, pushing through snow to reach what little remained of the grass, completely oblivious to the danger she was now in. The wolves could smell her now; a middle aged female, but heavy with calf. Their mouths watered at the thought of such a delicacy. Tender meat, full of flavors they had only once have tried
Vampire One-ShotFrom the diary of Arthur J. Comstock, 1880Vampire One-Shot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a rather dreary autumn night. The moon shone full and bloated upon the forested expanse, and the air was damp, wrought with a chill that bit harshly at the skin. I had never dared to venture out during the night, especially not on such a dreadfully unpleasant night as this, but my mother had taken ill, and I had ridden into town to see her as soon as I received the telegram.
The sight of my poor mother, so old and frail in her bed, pained my heart. Not only because she is my mother and I love her, but also because it was like glimpsing into the future. My future. The most I had to look forward to at the end of my own lifetime was wasting away in a bed with my concerned family circled around me and already grieving. If I was lucky.
As I rode Isabelle, my trusty mare, back to my home, my mother's failing health and my own dreary future heavy on my weary mind, I began to have the strangest feeling that I was not alone.
It is a pecul
From Beyond the Grave IIII'm dead...aren't I?From Beyond the Grave III8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I'm still getting used to that
I never thought it would happen to me
I screwed up big time, didn't I?
After that...thing came in and blew us away
I don't remember much
When I woke
They told me I was lucky to be alive
And that you...
You might not make it
I don't know why that hit me hard
But when I saw you...
I wondered how someone so strong
Someone who seemed so indestructable
Could be laying before me
I don't know why I never tried competing with you
You were always a friend
And sometimes I admit I'd flirt a little
But it's my nature
We both knew nothing would come of it
But when you got mad at me for it
Ghor and Gandrayda had been sent out
And they told me I was to be sent to Bryyo
I didn't want to go
I wanted to stay and help repair
But they said to go
And that was the last time I saw you
Once I landed, things began to change
I found myself watching my body become corrupted and violent
I would kill not just the bad
But the goo
Eyes of the Forest -wyvern tf-Eyes of the ForestEyes of the Forest -wyvern tf-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'd seen him before.
At first I was afraid of what I'd seen. I was seven. I could not see his face, for the sun had set and shadows surrounded me as I walked along the edge of the forest. I only saw his eyes: glowing red, staring at me through the darkness. But by the time I had acted upon my childish curiosity and walked over to where the eyes were, he was gone, disappeared into the shadows of nightfall.
It made me nervous. I wanted to know what it was I had seen in the forest. So my mind made up possibilities. I had dreams. They were intense dreams, violent dreams. I would awaken pumping with adrenalin, wanting more but never remembering what I had seen or done. And of course, there were the nightmares. In those, the eyes would haunt me, follow me, watching, always watching.
After a few weeks, sometimes months, the dreams would stop coming. Then, I would see his eyes again and the entire cycle would start over.
Eventually, I came to my senses and told my par
ClicheThis was bullshit.Cliche4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pardon my French, but seriously? I tell my mother I'm atheist, and what is her solution?
Take me to confession.
"It'll be good for you, sweetie!" she'd said. "It'll help you find God!" not two seconds after she said this, my dad excused himself to go smoke a joint in front of the church. Exhibit A of how ignorant my mother is of her surroundings.
Exhibit B is her leaving to go have dinner with a group of church ladies and expecting me to be in her confessing to a God I don't believe in.
Having God shoved down my throat is not going to make me believe in Him. First off, it'll make me vomit, second off, it's going to make me not want to believe in Him more than I already do. I'm a teenager, rebelling is in my nature and this woman should know this by now.
I cast my gaze down to my wrist, checking the time on my watch. What time was she going to come get me? I'd already been in here alone for an hour, and the sun had started to set about ten minutes ago.
It was getting
Survival -wolf tf-SurvivalSurvival -wolf tf-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember.
It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods.
The drive was a blur of blasting punk rock on my ipod while staring out the window and trying to sleep to the rumbling of our ancient ford explorer. Either way, the thick green forest that blurred by was strangely beautiful. It's not like it was anything new though. Living in western Canada, I'd kinda gotten to know the forest quite well, but something about this section of highway
Werewolf Genre Pet PeevesWerewolves have never had terribly consistent folklore. Even prior to the early days of film, werewolf myths varied wildly - good and evil, permanently and temporarily transformed, quadruped and bipedal (rarely), curable or incurable, etc, etc. Because the legends were so scatter-brained, the original The Wolf Man largely invented its own mythos. It was imitated repeatedly and became the "standard" of the genre. As the formula began to wear thin, others added new innovation to the myth - some ideas stuck and some didn't.Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
With such a scattered range of ideas, it's only natural that fans of werewolves aren't going to like all of them and I'm no different. In fact, I downright can't stand some aspects commonly used in modern werewolf fiction. Maybe it doesn't make any sense, maybe it contradicts my artistic principles, or maybe I just don't like it. Whatever the reason, a few genre tropes that I don't like developed into pet peeves - and if you're a werewolf fanboy or fangir
Mates for LifeMates for Life6 years ago in General More Like This
Mates for Life
I will be there for you. Always.
I left you flowers from the grove, like I always do. Will you pick them up like last time? Will you see me? These and many other questions flood my mind as fear and excitement rush through my head. So much has happened to me in the past few months but I havent forgotten about you.
Ah, these fleas. Scratching my ear with my handor is it paw?makes it go away a little. It wasnt always this way. If I tried really hard to remember, the memories of this life could pull aside like red curtains and the movie of what came before would reel before my golden eyes. Remembering these things is so hard now. Theres never any time for reminiscing on past times; rather, the constant need to run, hunt, feed, mate, play, and other basic needs haunt my mind.
But no, I tell myself. No, things werent always this way. I wasnt always hungry, always running through the woods. No, these needs n
Wings - A Metroid FanFicThe day was a warm and sunny, the kind of day that the hatchlings often found it tiresome to play outside, and would retreat to the comforts of their homes. It was days like these Samus would often find herself wandering the large halls of the temple, studying the historical art on it's walls, or reading the history of her adoptive kin.Wings - A Metroid FanFic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
While scanning the hieroglyphs of one such wall, her attention was drawn to a rather large dipiction of a Chozo. Though rather normal looking, the unusual part were the large, impressive wings upon the Chozo's back. And not just one Chozo, but many others were seen with wings.
Samus glanced around her. She was certain Chozos did not have wings. She had never seen them fly, nor did she see any sort of thing that bore any sign that the Chozos were ever winged. She was almost compelled to peek under the robes of a nearby temple attendant to see if maybe they were hiding their wings. Instead, she tugged at the train of the attendant's robes as he passed her
You WonderYou see it first because it's linked to you on your Tumblr.You Wonder3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're a fan of slightly creepy things; scary stories, urban legends, blogs with photos of abandoned buildings and videos of theoretical ghosts. Your small group of followers on your personal blog share your interests and can't believe you haven't heard the story. It doesn't take much to make you click the link as you sit, bored, in yet another generic class. You're interested in the subject, but there's a part of you that would much rather be with your ghosts and your Tumblr feed. The link to something written later than the European Renaissance is a welcome departure.
And as you wander through the links, scrolling through words and images of every possible variation, you realize what exactly it is that you've stumbled upon. What begins as a series of eery, doctored pictures you watch evolve into a rich mythology of strange and complex stories. This creature - a tall, impossibly thin humanoid with no face in a jarringly dappe
Arcadia Howdy there. Name's Donovan. I am a fish outta water, gasping for air while some bastard kicks sand in my gills. My concerns at the moment? 1.) Being eaten by my roommate. 2.) Is the water here safe for human consumption? 3.) How long can I survive here in this fantastic setting? 4.) Why do the inhabitants of this world affect human disguises in public? And number 5.) For the love of God, how do I get out of this nightmarish place?!Arcadia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Allow me to back up, just in case you decide to stick around and enjoy the show. Think of it as a recap, though a being like you (if you are really there and I am not completely insane) could probably just read my memories instead... All right! Here goes.
I was leaving the gas station I worked at that evening and headed to my favorite bar, Bright's Tavern. The green neon sign flickered predictably, and I noticed the lack of patrons as I stepped in. Just a lonely guy in
Pit BullsPit Bulls5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Every year pit bull terriers are responsible for the death of 3 people.
40 children a year drown in 5 gallon water pails, in your lifetime you are 16 times more likely to drown in a 5 gallon water pail then be killed by a pit bull.
Pit bulls were known as the number 1 family dog in the 20th century, but the very same qualities that make this breed such a wonderful pet, are also valued by those who use them as fighting dogs, training them in brutal methods, some even going as far as to sew bottle caps under the dogs skin to ensure they're in constant pain, to make then more aggressive.
150 people a year are killed by falling coconuts, making you 60 times more likely to be killed by a palm tree then by a pit bull.
Pit bull puppies, ones that have never fought before are often killed because their parents were fighters, since when did it become guilty until proven innocent?
According to the American Canine Temperament Testing Association, 82.5% of the American Pit Bull Terriers
You're Mine.Throughout your whole life you had been taught to fear me, and yet here you are how flattering.You're Mine.6 years ago in Horror More Like This
You came to me, begging for me to cure it all save you from that pathetic excuse of a life you had, take away your problems, as if they never were. You were so desperate longing for an escape from your nightmarish reality, and live in the fantastic dreams I created for you. You wanted a sort of paradise. And naturally, I complied.
For a cost, of course.
Your 'friends' they tell you I am nothing but trouble, but they are the ones mistaken. I've done what none of them could. They never bothered to ask how you were doing, they never wondered why you came to school close to tears did they really care? No, they didn't, did they? Shh.. it's alright.. I'll take care of you now...
Why do you draw back from me? Are you afraid? What have you got to lose? Is the cost too high for you? Oh it is isn't it but you must admit, a bit of your soul is a worthy price f
SlendermanSlenderman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He will hear you.
I put my ear against the wall to see if I could hear anything.
Click, click, clack, clack.
His shoes constantly made the noise as he walked across the hard wood floor.
I inhaled a large amount of air and held my breath. He began to slowly,walk upstairs.
Creeeeeek! The first stair made. Creeeeek!
My heart sank. He is coming for me. I can't see,I can't think.
He knows where I am. Of course he does. He doesn't need eyes to find you. He is capable of using his other senses to find you.
I slowly stepped back from the wall,and slowly and carefully,slipped through my slightly opened closet.
The clicking and clacking was no longer heard as he stepped onto carpet.
My lungs screamed and begged for air,but I couldn't breathe. He would hear me.
As a few minutes passed,he began to open the door at the end of the hallway. He discovered nothing was in it. I was home alone.
The next door was opened. Nothing discovered,and the next door and the
Dragon at HeartThere is no placeDragon at Heart8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I can go.
There is no road
for me to travel.
I blaze my path
I am a dragon at heart.
My future lies
ahead of me.
My past, so heavy
I cannot fly.
The friends I have
help bear the weight.
I am a dragon at heart.
Fear does not elude me
whenever trouble strikes.
Despite my desperation,
I stand brave and proud.
I am a dragon at heart.