Griffin Rider: A PropositionCaleb ran his hand over Bracken's breastplate, examining its surface carefully as he examined it for damage. The tawny beast in question lay sprawled besides him. The griffin's blue eyes watched Caleb's motions intently, its head turning rapidly to follow even the slightest shift in its rider's body.Griffin Rider: A Proposition4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bracken's beak lunged forward suddenly, pecking at Caleb as he adjusted the breastplate's straps.
"Here! Off ye great winged git!" Caleb snarled, throwing up his hand and grabbing the griffin by the beat. "The damned thing is loose ya fool, how're ye supposed to protect yer chest if ye've got a loose breast piece eh? Tell me that why dontcha."
The griffin chirped and warbled at him indignantly before settling into a low humming growl that emanated from its thick chest.
"Oh yer just sulking ye great oaf." Caleb replied tersely, rubbing Bracken between his ears affectionately. "It'll be alright, just ye watch."
Bracken chirped again and pulled his head away with a snort, turning back to poke
Griffin Rider: A MeetingCaleb strode through the city gate, glancing at the guards who eyed him warily. He couldn't say that he blamed them. After all, a fully armed and armored rider and griffin were intimidating to say the least. Granted given that by nature of the fact that Bracken had to be able to fly with all the gear the armor was relatively light. Only the griffin's breastplate and skullcap were iron. The rest was hardened leather reinforced with bronze barding. His own armor was equally light. Consisting of hardened studded leather. Over the years of constant fighting he'd acquired a shirt of chain mail to wear beneath the leather and a scale mail vest to wear on the exterior. The triple layered armor wasn't the strongest thing he could've worn but it protected Caleb well enough. He wore leather chaps with inlaid chain mail and iron plates covering his thighs and shins. He wore a simple iron skullcap to protect his balding pate.Griffin Rider: A Meeting4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At his waist rested the long sword which he'd drawn on the elf bitch the
Shadows of Love 1Shadows of Love 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ones we love can hurt us the most
Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.
James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.
Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'
James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.
"No." she said concisely.
Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She he
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 Camp4 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
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 Flight3 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: Planning an Ambush“You are sure of this?” Sheera asked with a scowl as she sat atop the wagon.Griffin Rider: Planning an Ambush3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I'm standing here telling ye such aren't I?” Caleb replied gruffly.
Sheera frowned and pursed her lip in annoyance as she glanced at Nil. “I assume you saw them as well?”
Nil shifted uncomfortably under the wood elf's scrutiny. Caleb felt bad putting the girl on the spot but there was nothing for it.
“I'm not sure, I've never seen a bandit camp before, but they were heavily armed and hidden within a dell so they couldn't be seen from the High Way.”
Ikras looked towards Sheera dubiously. “It is possible, reports of banditry upon the High Way are not uncommon.”
Sheera sighed and turned, pulling up the flap for the wagon. “Ra'ma. Come.”
The nidracaal flowed out of the wagon, dropping to the ground and looking up at Sheera curiously with her shimmering yellow eyes.
Sheera glanced at Caleb. “How far down
Killing loneliness with you"You think it's funny, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's voice sneered across the room. Harry shook his head, desperately trying not to laugh. They were stuck in this room for only several hours now, and already Draco Malfoy had gone completely crazy it seemed. He tried every spell to get the door to open, but it was deadlocked. Draco's last attempt was trying to smash the door open, not even with magic anymore, but just by throwing chairs to the door.Killing loneliness with you4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I guess we just have to accept the fact that we're stuck here Malfoy, at least until someone comes and finds us. And believe me, I find being stuck here with you, just as delightful as you." Harry replied sarcastically.
"I will not just sit and wait, Potter!" Draco sneered back, yet again failing at an attempt at breaking the door open with a chair. Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat down with his back against the wall. If he was stuck here with Malfoy, he could at least use the opportunity to make fun of him.
"Argh!" Draco screamed out in agon
Wake UpJim had woken up a while ago. A long while. But he refused to open his eyes, just yet. Because, you see, he didn't need to.Wake Up4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could feel the softness of the sheet, and duvet cover. It was, of course, thick just how he liked it. Luxurious. Tantalisingly fluffy. He could feel the slight chill in the air around his face, as there always was in London, and the contrast of that with the warmth under the covers. He could feel the clothes he was wearing: just a pair of boxers with a plain t-shirt. And, if he stretched his hand, or foot, or body a little way to the right, he could feel the man lying next to him. Comfortingly close, so that if Jim ever felt disorientated or worried, he could just reach out and he'd be there. Looking after him and watching over him, even in his sleep. Sebastian Moran: The best sniper in London and the best lover a man could ask for.
He could smell that gorgeous shower gel that Sebastian always used, without fail or deviance. He could smell the faint arom
Late Night Texts 22D: Sam, I've got some bad news.Late Night Texts 224 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: You didn't break Bobby's new table, did you?
D: No not yet.
S: Did you break my new laptop?
D: That's not the bad news.
D: But I did break it.
S: You asshole! I fucking told you not to go near my damn laptop, and the first damn thing you do is fucking break it!
D: FOCUS, SAMMY.
S: Sorry, sorry. What happened?
D: I'm pregnant.
S: You're what?!
S: You and Cas didn't use protection?! I fucking told you to! I fucking told you, and now you're gonna-I can't believe this, now I have to deal with your fucking mood swings and I have to go buy your sorry ass a shitton of pickles, and I have to deal with you and then I have to deal with Castiel and then your kid and DAMMIT DEAN!
D: Yes, Sam?
S: You're not a girl.
D: No I'm not.
S: So you can't get pregnant.
D: No I can't.
S: So I'm an idiot.
D: And he finally catches on.
SS - Merry Christmas, GitIt was Christmas morning in England and England himself was already up and about. He had a cup of tea in a rather festive tea cup and was sitting in his favourite armchair, enjoying some classical Christmas music. He had already given and received cards from all the people running his government and as per custom was given the day off. He didn't really have any presents to give anyone and nor did he really expect any from anyone else.SS - Merry Christmas, Git4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well... He did buy a present for one person, but he just didn't have the courage to give it. He sighed and continued sipping his tea when unexpectedly, someone knocked on his door. Wondering who it could be, England put down his tea and walked over to the front door. He opened it and was surprised at who he saw.
"Hey, Iggy! I came to say Merry Christmas!" said America as he walked right past England into his house. He put down the bag he had been carrying and pulled off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.
It took a minute for England to process all
6- DarkJim stood from the bed, looking around in the darkness and down at Sebastian, who was laying sprawled out on the side of Jim's bed. He was asleep, blonde fauxhawk mussed and normally stoic blue eyes closed. Jim actually felt himself actually smile, in the dark, where no one could see him.6- Dark4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He picked some clothes quietly out of his dresser, a simple pair of black shorts and and a cut top soft black shirt he had owned for god knows how long.
He wandered into the bathroom, vaguely hearing Sebastian wake as he left the room, his partner sitting up in the bed. He closed the door to the bathroom behind him, flicking on the lights in the small, white-tiled room on and setting his clothing on the sink edge. He turned on the shower, on cold (he'd never liked hot showers) and stepped in, scrubbing his skin. The shower was nice and cool, and he closed his eyes and sighed, finishing washing his hair and stepping out, listening carefully to see if Sebastian would leave. So many before him had, and h
Stolen Kisses Ch. 12Chapter 12: No Way OutStolen Kisses Ch. 125 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sweat formed on her brow as Sarah tried to remain still under the sheets of her bed. The slightest movement would send her into a dizzy array and it took several minutes to gain control again afterwards. A violent shiver ran through her body and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Over the past couple of days, her symptoms had gotten steadily worse and though going to the student healthcare building would probably be a good idea, she just couldn't get up without feeling like she was going to fall down.
Jareth was due to call her through the mirror again today. She hadn't seen him since the night after his proposal, but it had only been a couple days. She hoped he would be able to help her with, if nothing else, getting some Tylenol. A strong shiver racked her body again and she drew the blankets tighter around herself. Thank goodness she kept the palate with spare water bottles under her bed or else she would probably be dehydrated on top of everything else.
Fluttering Hearts Chapter 1 Fall is a special time of the year in Ponyville; the season of change as some ponies referred to it. Although most noticeably the change they're referring to would be the physical change of color that the leaves on the trees exhibit, there are also some more subtle, but nonetheless significant changes that occur throughout ponies lives this time of year. The peak of this season is marked by the annual Running of the Leaves competition, in which several ponies compete in a marathon designed to shake the leaves from the trees as a result of the force of everypony trampling the grounds at once as they run. However this year, there was another competition between two ponies that was slowly gaining more spectators. An Iron Pony competition between the down-to-earth pony apple farmer Applejack, and the head-in-the-Cloudsdale pegasus Rainbow Dash. The crowd mostly consisted of their closest friends, a few other ponies always ready to enjoy a good completion, and Applejack'sFluttering Hearts Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elsa and Jack: A tale of two WintersElsa and Jack: A tale of two Winters2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A tale of Two Winters
"More water, more water!" Edger cried as he cradled their baby jack. "he's burning up!"
His wife Gertrude rushed what water wasn't frozen in a pot to her husband who quickly plunged the rag into it and placed it on their toddlers head.
Gertrude gripped her swollen belly getting her balance after rushing over. Edger looked helplessly from his twin children, to his pregnant wife.
"Darling!" he cried.
"I'm fine dear...I'm fine.." Gertrude said regaining her balance.
Their little baby Jack coughed, squirmed then calmed again. "Thank goodness..." he breathed out.
"Is he breathing better...?" his wife asked.
Edger walked Jack across the wooden floor of their cabin to the crib he had carved himself.
"He's smiling..." he said breathing a sigh of relief.
"Did we wake Elsa?" Gertrude asked.
Edger peeped into the crib to see their twin daughter yawning to herself, with a discontented sleeping face.
"No...she's just dreaming." he said as he
Stolen Kisses Ch. 1Stolen KissesStolen Kisses Ch. 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by: Ismira Daugene
Chapter 1: A New Game
It was hours after all of his citizens had left the impromptu party in her room when Jareth bent down to peer at the sleeping mortal before him. She lay on her bed still dressed in the clothes she'd worn when she'd defeated him. Her hair was spread in a halo around her head and a yellow paper crown sat awkwardly near the top of her head as though she'd been wearing it when she flopped down on the bed in exhaustion. She breathed in and out in a slow soft rhythm, indicating she was in a deep sleep.
His leather boots creaked as he shifted, raising an arm to gently run a gloved finger down the side of her face. His mismatched eyes studied her intensely, like he was trying to see through her eyelids to see those cruel eyes. He dropped his hand back down to rest on his knee and let out a sigh. "Our game was fun while it lasted, little Sarah, but I don't think I'm qu
Late Night Texts 25(Group Message Sam and Dean Winchester)Late Night Texts 253 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
C: Dean. Sam. We must help the mighty Thorin Oakenshield reclaim his stolen homeland of Erebor.
D: What the hell are you talking about?
S: I meant to tell you this earlier.
S: I took him to go see the Hobbit.
D: Why would you do that?! You know he gets weird ass ideas.
C: Dean, we must go help him. He could die without us.
D: Why should I give a rat's ass?
C: He is a majestic ruler, Dean. His majesticness must be saved for future generations.
D: His what?
C: His majescticness.
D: What the hell?
S: Thorin was pretty majestic. I have to admit that.
C: Then you understand, Sam! We have to go help the Dwarves reclaim Erebor!
S: You know what, Cas, you're right. You and Dean should get ready and be on your way tonight.
D: Sam, what are you doing?
S: I'll even go find you a bow and arrow. You can match wits with Kíli.
D: Sam, what the hell are you doing?
S: I'll pack your provisions.
D: Sam, stop it.
S: I'll even call Gandalf for you.
C: Dean, Sam is g
AlisonShe was a happy girl.Alison5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had no playmates, but she had many toys.
The other kids didn't talk to her.
They said she was weird, but she still played.
She liked taking walks.
She had adventures in the park, in the pet shop, in the forest nearby.
She sang as she walked and skipped and sang as she played.
She skipped along the river, singing a happy tune.
No one else was there; she was alone.
She wanted another adventure.
She wanted to find a new world.
And so she jumped.
Into the river.
She was a happy girl.
Broken Angels - Chapter 4Broken Angels - Chapter 49 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Truth is Told
Desmond lay awake for some time, listening to Ethan's steady breathing. It was about mid-
noon outside, and the sun was barely manageing to cast shadows in the dim bedroom
through the thick drapes over the windows. One tiny crack of sunlight had managed to fight
its way towards one of the very rare cracks in the drapes and the sliver of golden light
spilled across the floor, dieing away a meer inch from the edge of the bed. Desmond's green
eyes were fixed on the floor, on that small spot where the tiny ray of light dissappeared and
was lost in the dimness of the rest of the room.
Sighing softly, Desmond pulled the covers away from his nude body, silently moving his legs
to hang over the edge of the bed. He grabbed his pants on the floor with his toes and
pulled them towards him before picking them up.
"Where're you going?"
Desmond looked over his shoulder. Ethan's black hair was completely out of his eyes as his
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 244 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.
Steve and Tony want to adopt.Steve and Tony want to adopt.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve and Tony walk hand in hand into the orphanage. They were greeted by a kind middle age lady with brunette hair. "Hi you must be Mr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers. Come in come in" she says as he opens the door wider to let her guests in. The place was pretty worn down, scratches on the floor, marks on the wall and some of the ceiling is peeling. Kids were running all around the house. The lady puts his arm out of from of them. "Hi. Please call me Ms. Stanley" she says with a smile. "Hi I'm Steve and this is my husband Tony" Steve says while he shakes her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you" Tony says as he then shakes her hand. "Well let's go into my office and talk about the type of kid you want to adopt" Ms. Stanley grins as she leads the couple more into the house.
A few hours later they narrowed the choices to three little children. A five year old blonde hair girl name Cassandra, a little 6 year old brunette boy name Peter and another boy who is 7 years old name Jack. "Well do you want
Assassin's Creed II: EternityAssassin's Creed II: Eternity5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
October, 1476. Firenze. Italia.
The people's shouts filled the air with a haunting resonance. He couldn't see what stood at the center of the frenzied mass, but he didn't need to see to know. His feet carried him closer to the podium and through the clumped mass before him. It was early October, the fall season in full swing upon the Italian city-state of Firenze. And today, three men stood upon the gallows awaiting the swift hand of fate to claim their lives as prize.
"Giovanni Auditore," A voice boomed out over the indecipherable shouts of the mob. The mention of his father's name stopped Ezio dead in his tracks. His heart beat quickened as he silently joined the crowd to watch the matter at hand.
"You and your accomplices stand accused of the crime of treason. Do you have any evidence to counter this charge?"
"Yes;" His father shouted in reply. "The documents that were delivered to you last night!" That was right. Ezio himself hadn't slept a wink after he'd delivered them himself to
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 Anniversary4 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