Griffin Rider: First FlightThe morning broke as it always did in this part of the world, slowly at first as the sun fought to rise above the low rolling hills and then poured down upon the sheltered depressions between them. Caleb's eyes opened slowly as he yawned mightily, stretching out his stiff joints. He lifted himself from Bracken who crooned softly as he lifted his head out from under his wing, clicking his beak and warbling a good morning.Griffin Rider: First Flight2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Good morinng to ye as well." Caleb said gruffly as he turned to stroke Bracken's mane.
The griffin clicked his beak and began to preen himself, cleaning away the morning dew clinging to his feathers as Caleb brought out his feed. Bracken set about eating eagerly as Caleb checked over their gear. He didn't expect any of their companions to have taken anything but old habits died hard.
Caleb turned at Nil's voice to find the girl standing behind him smiling with her hands clasped behind her back.
"Good morning." he replied.
"Are you going to be flying th
Griffin Rider: Making CampTheir party made good progress that first day. Caleb had never worked closely with either of the taurian races, however he'd heard stories of their amazing stamina and much to his shame they exceeded even Bracken's steady and inexhaustible pace. The others of course rode with the wagon...except for the gnome who sometimes floated alongside it and at other times vanished all together only to reappear somewhere up ahead waiting for the group to arrive. The centaur in particular seemed to take great offense to Duulingknopf which seemed only to encourage the gnome to further acts of depravity. He even buzzed past Bracken once during the journey yelling: "DUUUUU!" as he flashed by. The poor griffin had jerked and hissed in agitation and it was all Caleb could do not to take a try with his sling at knocking the gnome from the air.Griffin Rider: Making Camp3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thankfully the rest of the party was more tolerable. Ikras proved to have a musical side to him, producing a set of the pipes that his people were famous for and p
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 242 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
New Anniversary"Hey, Castiel, look at this," Gabriel called to his brother over his shoulder. He had stolen Sam's laptop while the hunter was out with Dean on a food run. Cas walked up to Gabriel curiously and peered over his shoulder at the article the archangel was reading.New Anniversary2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day?" Cas said, his head tilting. "What is the point of this?"
"Well, it gives you an excuse to kiss Dean senseless," Gabriel chuckled. "Though I never need one to kiss Sammy." Cas's eyes flicked over the article, reading quickly. A smile curved his lips and Gabriel knew he had scored a point. He closed the laptop and stood to stretch.
"So, that mind of yours planning madly?" Gabriel asked, smirking at Cas. The younger angel nodded, a light in his eyes. Without warning, Cas turned on his heel and rushed upstairs, stomping loudly in his haste. Gabriel chuckled again and wandered into the kitchen. He had already planned out exactly how he was going to seduce Sam today, having found out a few days ago about the up
Dungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)CharactersDungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack Frost - the Prince of Salex
North - the King of Salex
Tooth - the Queen of Salex
Bunny - the protector of the royal family
Sandy - wizard, Ren’s brother
Ren - wizard, Sandy’s brother, teacher of Elsa and Anna (my OC)
Elsa - sister of Anna, apprentice of Ren
Anna - sister of Elsa, apprentice of Ren
Merida - an archer, tracker of Salex
Hiccup - thief, dragon rider of Toothless, friend of Flynn, Kristoff, and Sven
Toothless - dragon of Hiccup, night fury
Kristoff - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Flynn, and Sven
Sven - friend of Toothless, Hiccup, Flynn, and Kristoff, reindeer
Rapunzel - lost princess of Ismere, protector of nature/animals
Flynn Rider - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Sven, and Kristoff
Pitch Black - the evil nightmare warlock/sorcerer
Kron - leader of Pitch’s fearling knights, stepbrother of Neera, iguanodon
Neera - stepsister of Kron, iguanodon
Erasmus - troll, Keeper of the enchanted library
Aladar - my friend, iguanodon
Me - a
Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
Frosting"What smells so good?"Frosting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.
"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.
Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."
"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"
"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on ba
Stolen Kisses Ch. 4Stolen KissesStolen Kisses Ch. 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 4: Wait
**Warning: Lots of Adult type touching to coin a phrase from Lixxle**
"Sarah," Sarah's roommate Vivienne whispered. No response. "Sarah!"
"Five more minutes, Viv. It's all nice and warm under here "
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Ugh what time is it?" Sarah asked not opening her eyes.
"In the morning? Jesus Christ, Viv! Too early!"
"Sarah! Did you know there's a guy in your bed?"
At these words, Sarah's eyes popped open in alarm. "Say what?"
Vivienne pointed behind her and Sarah turned her head to see a mop of blond hair sticking above the blanket. Now that she was awake, she could feel an arm draped over her waist and she could now comprehend why it was so warm and cozy, because she had Goblin King in her bed. The question was: when the hell had that happened?! "He wasn't there last
Stolen Kisses Ch. 5Chapter 5: TeaStolen Kisses Ch. 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One month seemed to take forever! It had been a grand total of twenty-two days and Sarah couldn't believe how much she missed the insufferable Goblin King. Her roommate Vivienne had asked several times who he was and why hadn't he come back around since, but Sarah had skillfully avoided answering fully.
It was still a week before Thanksgiving break and in an attempt to take her mind off of Jareth, she'd been hanging out with her friends in the theater department, helping to build sets and sew costumes when necessary. Mostly she hung out with her friend Nate, who knew about her "boyfriend" but was kind enough to not press for information, unlike Vivienne. "Sarah, don't you think you've done enough?" he asked as she finished up the final touches painting a backdrop.
She rose from her crouched position and wiped her brow, leaving a long blue streak of paint across her forehead. Nate chuckled, but didn't say anything. "No, I have been doing just the right amount of work than
Stolen Kisses Ch. 2Stolen KissesStolen Kisses Ch. 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 2: All That Is Beautiful
"Blow out candles Sarah!" Toby shouted from his booster seat.
Sarah smiled and did as requested, however one candle stayed lit persistently. She frowned at it before directing a puff of air in its direction. Toby clapped and Karen and her father smiled at her. "Congrats kiddo! How's it feel to be eighteen?" her father asked wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Not much different than seventeen truth be told," Sarah smiled back.
He laughed, "Yeah, they all start to feel like that the older you get."
Karen cut the cake and Sarah dished out large scoops of ice cream to accompany the slices of sugar-frosted goodness. After cake and ice cream, Sarah was led into the living room where there were three presents for her to open, one from Toby, one from her father and Karen, and an unmarked one. Sarah sat in the recliner while Toby hovered over the presents, anxious for her
Stolen Kisses Ch. 6Chapter 6: Happy Thanksgiving!Stolen Kisses Ch. 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sarah, dear, could you please pull down the guest china from the cupboard?" Karen's voice called from the kitchen where she'd been all morning preparing the 'perfect' Thanksgiving dinner.
Sarah sighed and walked into the kitchen. The cupboard in question sat above the countertop and was used to house the 'special company' plates and glasses. She dragged a chair over to reach properly as Karen bustled about tasting the gravy and adding more cream to the mashed potatoes. "I'd ask your father to get them, but he and Toby went to the airport to pick up your Aunt Helena," Karen commented while stirring the cream into the mashed potatoes.
"That's fine, I needed something to distract me anyway," Sarah replied stepping up on the chair and reaching into the cupboard to pull out the plates and set them down on the countertop.
Karen glanced over at her stepdaughter, the tension in her frame easy to discern. "When can we expect your guest to arrive, Sarah?" K
Stolen Kisses Ch. 14Chapter 14: The Sylvan KingStolen Kisses Ch. 143 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Goblin King let out a giant yawn as he stretched and stood from his silk laden bed. The muscles forming his bare sinewy chest shifted under his skin in the sunlight streaming in the large open eastward facing window. Moving leisurely, he made his way to the bathing room where he washed up and brushed his teeth before going back out to stand in front of his closet. He placed a hand under his chin in thought, staring at the different options before him. After a couple of minutes, he smiled and waved a hand, magically dressing himself in the outfit he'd chosen, khaki leggings, a white poet's shirt, an ice blue vest with gold trim, and brown leather boots that went well with the long golden cloak draped about his shoulders.
With a flourish, he disappeared from his bedchamber and reappeared in his office where he left a note for his scribe saying that he would be taking the day to visit the Sylvan King. There was nothing important planned for the day a
The Difference Between ThemWheatley sat on the small bed that belonged to his human companion. Pointed directly to look at nothing but the one thing he couldn't help but hate. He would admit that such a feeling was irrational even for someone like him, but he couldn't help the feeling of disgust that leaked into his circuits just from the site of the thing. The cube seemed to stare back, mockingly at him, though it didn't have any optic sensors like him.The Difference Between Them3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It just sat there, scorched and remarkably dirty. It was quiet, never speaking and never gave any acknowledgement to him when he spoke to it. Faintly, he considered the fact that it was just a block. Those thoughts were pushed out of mind when she was there though. She would smile at the cube and pat it. Occasionally she would use it as a seat when she was reading, or as a table when she was eating. The sheer fondness for the block was enough convincing for Wheatley that it must have been sentient like him or else Chell wouldn't like it so much.
Broken Angels - Chapter 5Broken Angels - Chapter 57 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Desmond hesitated before he walked into the bright noon sun, blinking several times before
his eyes became adjusted to the light. He wasn't usually out in the day time. He didn't like
how many people were running around and he didn't care for the light anyway. One of the
side effects of haveing a demon as a lover was that you got used to the darkness.
He waited a moment, his hands pushed deep in the pockets of his faded jeans before he
set off down the sidewalk. He avoided eye contact with anyone who passed by him, though
he wasn't entirely sure why. Desmond's heavy boots made a soft clicking sound against the
pavement as he walked.
After a little while, his steps brought him automatically to The Cat's Cradle. Even though it
was bright daylight, VIPs were still allowed in in the daytime. He went in through the back
door, thankful that inside it was still only dimly lit.
There was no loud music and no flashing lights. The only pe
Broken Angels - Chapter 2Broken Angels - Chapter 27 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Days of Remembrance
The lock clicked open as Desmond turned the key in the doorknob and then pushed it open.
He hadn't ment to stay out all night, but it seemed he had. The windows in the appartment
were all shuttered and some had dark drapes hung around them to keep out any stray beams
of sunlight, so even though it was late morning, Desmond had to flick on the lights to see
The drapes were not hung for Desmond, he did not mind the sun, but for Ethan who lay still
sleeping in the bedroom. The fallen angel tried not to make much noise as he took off his
shoes by the door and walked almost silently towards the kitchen. With a stiffled sigh he
opened the refrigerator door, reaching for a carten of orange juice. When he closed it again
it was to see Ethan standing on the threshold to the kitchen, looking still tired with his hair
a mess and wearing only white boxers so that every line of his perfectly chisled body was
StarfallTitle: StarfallStarfall2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fandom: Portal 2
Pairing: none (well, wheatley/chell if you really want to see it like that)
Word Count: 802
The last thing Wheatley knew was that he was in space. The cold, dark, vast of space…and that he was sorry.
Not that he’d been tossed into space—well, obviously, he was sorry about that. But, he knew he deserved it—he was mean, he was bossy, he called her names that he didn’t even mean. Even GLaDOs was better then him in the end…and she was the meanest of them all.
But he was sorry to her—the pretty lady with the brown hair…Chell. Her name was Chell, not lady, certainly not bossy.
I'm Scared"John" Sherlock whispered, locking his fingers between John's.I'm Scared11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes?" John replied, his tone empty and solid, resting his head on his partner's shoulder.
"I...I'm scared" Sherlock wheezed, his breathing heavy, his chest shuddering as he exhaled.
John's eyes closed from hearing the pain in Sherlock's voice, Sherlock stared pitifully at the large quantity of pills and injections that sat before him.
John's grip increased on Sherlock's hand, sending shivers up the mans bruised arms.
"I never thought..." Sherlock started, streams of tears rolled down his pale cheeks, "I never thought that I would be scared of..." his voice quieting.
"Of Dying?" John finished, he trembled, letting go of Sherlock and covering his face, crying out in frustration.
"Please Sherlock, will you be strong for me?" John Begged, "Your life is not over yet and I will be with you until it is, and when it comes to that day I will be there to hold your hand and tell you I love you, okay?"
Sherlock shook, his face w
Heather GrangerHeather Granger5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was summer vacation after second year and Hermione had asked harry if he wanted to come with her family on holiday his relatives said "yes" so Harry want with the Granger family to there holiday house near a beach
"Thanks moine, you're a life saver " Harry said as he and Hermione were walking on the beach
"You're welcome Harry" Hermione said before stopping why'll looking at him "Harry can I ask you something" she asked receiving a nod "well I found this new spell and I want to try it, but the problem is it might be forever" she said looking at him
"I could help, just tel me what I need to do" he said looking at her
"It's called a 'new life' spell or you have to do is stand there and picture a family or someone you want to be related to" she said looking at him
"Sounds simple, ok let's do it" Harry said looking around noticing no one near bye
"ok ready" she said looking at him as he nodded "from one life to another" sh
WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt4Slowly the other hunters and a very rattled Lars converged on the gigantic beast laying slumped on the rise.WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Throne boss, look at the size of it!” exclaimed Lars excitedly, having been on the other side of the branch he’d not seen a single thing of the worm, or of the final shots, but he’d heard everything and come close to breaking.
“What were those things?” demanded Izbor ignoring his crewman as he finally regained his ability to speak after such a close call. Vanik nodded understanding and grinned widely showing those sharp white teeth.
“A boreworm and that which preys upon it. It’s a sign we’re close to The Muel.”
“Things grow large around the Sky Trees.” Affirmed a smiling Jessik striding up to them sizing up the dead grox with an approving expression. “Father will be very pleased; it’s a good kill Mr. Volkov.”
“That it is.” Agreed Izbor placing a hand over his heart.
The Cataclysm"Something," Boot asserted, "has got to be done."The Cataclysm2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yup," yipped Dog. "Yup yup yup yup.". The others waited for him to continue, but he scratched himself and sat down.
"To my mind, there is very little doubt," pronounced Hat, "that, in this respect, we should defer to a Higher Power." Hat always considered himself a cut above everyone else and, whatever the problem, he would usually defer to The Banker for a resolution. Hat maintained he'd once graced the brow of The Banker. While his size alone seemed to make it unlikely, none of the other characters could quite get up the courage to confront him.
"Rule 1.4.6, subsection (k)," Boot read aloud, "The Banker shall only act as arbiter when the city is in play. We haven't been in play since Boxing Day. More's the pity. We could have been safely back Inside by now if we'd all been in play."
"Oh, but poor Sports Car," wept Iron, "must he wait until the Half Term Break to be
The Fangirls Must DieDraco Malfoy sat down at the muggle contraption, "Harry? Why have you brought me here?"The Fangirls Must Die3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry just rolled his eyes, "Draco, I told you already! There are muggles out there who bought J.K. Rowling's books and they have a sick sense of humor!"
"So you've brought me to a muggle library?" Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow at the books around him. He hated books.
"This is the only place I could get a computer. Now, hush up!" Harry started hitting keys and a website popped up, "This is called fanfiction. Where muggle fangirls post stories about people at Hogwarts pairing up and they get super graphic! There's everything from Hermoine and you," Draco snorted disgustedly, "To Ron and Luna, to YOU AND ME!"
Draco jumped out of his chair and pointed his wand at the computer, "You will die you blasted muggle machine!"
Harry pulled Draco back into his seat, "Shut up, you moron, you can't just blow up the computer and expect the stories to go away! They're on the internet and they'll be there forever
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 2Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
CHAPTER 2: Orion's Big Day
From the moment the first rays of sunshine flowed through his bedroom window, Orion Sparkle woke up without a single ounce of hesitation, threw off the warm covers that enveloped him, and jumped out of bed. The room was cold and the world outside looked even more frigid, but instead of returning to the toasty embrace of his dreams, he only felt more awake than ever. His sister Andromeda often joked that it would usually take nothing short of magic to pull him out of the peaceful comatose he called sleep, but this was no ordinary day.
Life and enthusiasm rushed through his body in great vigor this morning because today was his birthday. Even more important, though, was its significance. All night long, he dreamed of finally getting his cutie mark and showing it to his friends. The “oohs” and “aahs” still reverberated in his mind as he rushed to a mirror, unable to contain his excitement any longer. With a quick turn, he spun hi
Divergent: Tobias' POVPart 1: Chapter 1, pgs. 1-7Divergent: Tobias' POV2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I rub my eyes with my forefinger and thumb. Blue light floods through the tiny window next to my bed; the sun hasn’t yet risen. I have a couple more hours left, so I roll onto my left side, away from the window, even though I know it’s completely useless. I let my mind wander over everything, over everything that’s soon to come. Today is the day the sixteen-year-olds of every faction go through an aptitude test, determining which faction they belong to best. Today is the day some of their lives may change, when some of them may leave their families forever, not looking back.
Faction before blood.
I don’t believe it. We’ve put down the virtues of other factions in the process of bolstering our own.
And for me, it’s another day of preparing to torture future initiates. Another day of having to look at Eric’s ugly, pierced face. His smirk alone is enough to make any initiate beg to become factionless. And I’m glad
A Morning with the Marauders"POTTER, GET OUT OF BED OR I'LL DRAG YOU OUT BY YOUR STUPID HAIR!"A Morning with the Marauders3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sirius was not a morning person.
"TOUCH MY HAIR AND I'LL SEND YOU TO THE GREAT HALL WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS!"
James loved mornings. As long as they were spent in bed, of course.
"COME ON THEN, YOU SPECCY GIT, HAVE A GO!"
"GLADLY, IF I WEREN'T AT RISK OF FLEAS!"
"I'LL SHOVE YOUR BLOODY ANTLERS UP YOUR ARSE!"
Remus and Peter were once impartial, but had acquired particular disdain for mornings after not experiencing a quiet one in six years.
"Sirius, put your wand down, you've already got a week of detentions from Saturday." Remus warned as he adjusted his tie.
Sirius begrudgingly replaced his wand in his pocket, grinning nostalgically at memories of his most recent drunken escapade.
"James, he's right," Remus continued with his self assigned mediating position, "We're already late for breakfast."
"It's Monday," James's voice was muffled from the blanket he'd pulled over his head, "The teachers expect me to be la