Sleeping like the deadShe is always weirded out by spiders. They run too damn fast.Sleeping like the dead2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their legs are spindly and black and pointy. Just something so wrong about that.
There shouldn't be anything in this world that exists small, that would be horrific if made large.
He loves bugs. All kinds of bugs. Big, small, green, black. Crunchy ones are best. The ones
that when stepped on make a nice cracking sound and spew guts.
That's what he loves.
She cannot sleep. Not much. Not easily.
She sees arms reaching toward her in the dark. Always in that stage
right before she falls asleep. The bridge to sleep is blocked by
He sleeps like a log, especially after a kill. Always after a kill. The warmer the blood,
the slower the death, the more pitiful the cries for mercy, the better the sleep.
It never ceases to amaze him.
The power of murder.
The smell of autumn comforts her. The cool breeze soothes as the curtains flow outward.
The full moon shines in and she cannot see spider
Ready to DieReady to Die3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fear consumed me. My body froze, every particle of blood solidifying into ice. It was as if every bit of oxygen had been torn away from me and I was left with nothing but empty lungs. Goose bumps rose on my skin, which was covered by nothing but an old, unfitted, dirty ragged dress. I couldn't feel the pain that had throbbed from the graze on my knee any more; nor could I feel the blood trickle down my leg. All I could sense was the bitterly cold air, and how the frozen moisture reached out its long icy fingers to kiss my bare skin. Sweat broke out on my forehead, immediately turning into beads of ice. The frost on the trees glinted in what little sunlight broke through the canopy of leaves. I would have thought the scenery was the most breath-taking sight - if it wasn't for the figure that was the root of the threads of fear that pierced and sowed through the core of my body. I heard the satisfied growl from behind me, but I stood motionless, unable to move. I heard footsteps behind m
Final Fantasy Afterstory 12Final Fantasy Afterstory 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lightning could see the sun setting in the distance, its faint light still causing Cocoon to sparkle, a sight she couldn't see from her home. Although the base of the pillar was now many hundreds of miles away, she felt that if she could keep that in her eye line, Vanille and Fang would be helping her on her journey. By now she'd developed quite a rhythm from her walking game, although it was now becoming repetitive and dull, besides she now had the more pressing issue of where to sleep, all she had was fire making equipment, no tent. "I should have thought this through a little more..." she muttered to herself. She knew that several miles ahead, there was a network of caves she could hide out in, but it would take an hour or so to reach, by then it would be dark. "Stupid Snow." She muttered as if blaming him for her own recklessness. "I wonder..." she muttered as she turned her head slightly to look back, "No!" she stopped herself, "Why does it matter?" she tried to convinc
Dreams - Chapter ThreeI heard a small chirping sound from my left. I looked there, and to my surprise I saw a small sparrow sitting on the roof tile next to me. It was looking curiosly at me with its head tilted to one side. It did not seem to fear me one tiny bit, possibly due to the fact that it had never seen something like me before. I slowly extended one of my claws towards it, and it hopped onto it. Bringing it up to my face, I peered closer. It eyed me conspiciously for a few seconds before fluttering over to one of my horns. I glanced at it in wonder. Brave thing, that.Dreams - Chapter Three4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey there, fella." I said to the bird. It chirped back in response. I smiled, gazing out over the landscape before me. The entire valley below me was covered in glistening white snow. The road that ran from one end of the valley to the other stood out like a soot streak on a white paper. Very few cars ever came by due to the fact that the highway had been moved further away, making the place where we live a very calm place. I breath
Wizard of OzWomen fighting over red shoes -- predictable.Wizard of Oz4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I da H8 da englishDeer Mr techer boss guyI da H8 da english3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I a h8te english. English is da woerst subjict in me hole skool. Wee al no how 2 tallk hour languge so y do wee ned to learns it. I's already good at da English so whyed me have to take it. English suxs! Speeling suxs! gramar suxs! how neds English anyweys. Hoo 3ver made da book is a dumy. Because dey 4got da on buton whitch make it useless knows . English for nerds. Writing is dum! We hav teknowloge anyweys. My aple computre wil dose it 4 me anweys. Speel chek is the beast. Butt I so goods at engish I do knots ned it anyweys . Whens wel I da need da stuped English anwyas. I nose big words. Lik beecuse becusse is 9 words loneg ( I goods at maths 2) my English techer tolds me that I neds to inproffe me's English. My techer is a dumy dumy. He do knot nose what da goods 4 me. Y do wees weast hours timies lerning this poo. Infects wee shood benn it. Been it 4rom hour skools. Been it 4rom da cuntry. Been it 4rom da worleds. English is pisioning
Death Battle: Luffy vs. PopeyeDeath Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was calm as a massive galleon cruised across the ocean's surface, its lion-head bowsprit and straw-hat wearing Jolly Roger noticeable anywhere. From its deck, one could hear merry music from a fiddle, and the members of the crew either singing or dancing along to it.
Joining them in the festivities was the captain of this ship known to all as "Thousand Sunny". That captain was none other than the famed Straw-Hat Luffy.
The song came to an end and the skeletal fiddler took a bow, his art complete. If he had a proper face, he would have smiled at the cheers.
“WOW!” Luffy said with a broad smile, “Play it again!”
Yet as the crew celebrated, a simple-looking steamboat was coming across their path up ahead. At first, the crew paid no mind to it. That all changed because, just when the skeleton
My Life as an iPhoneMy Life as an iPhone1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Day 1 - I said a fond farewell to my identical brothers and sisters as we left the production line and went our separate ways. We are all equally perfect, our components sized to tolerances of mere micrometres. May we all live perfect lives, with each of us a perfect user.
Day 2 - Bah, I am still waiting in this warehouse to be loaded onto the freight plane. At this rate I'll never leave China. DHL has a lot to answer for this.
Day 3 - Alright, after that unnecessary delay, I am at last loaded up with a pre-paid SIM card, and ready to meet my buyer. I can't wait.
Day 4 - My buyer is unboxing me all wrong. Oh well, I suppose she's my user now. I had better get used to her. "Slide to set up."
Day 5 - My user has waltzed through the setup process without even bothering to set up an iCloud account. What a philistine. Still, I am quick to judge. Maybe she will understand me better when I show her the 1 million plus apps in my curated App Store.
Day 6 - What is the point of having a develope
Pokemon-Shadow TriadPokemon-Shadow Triad4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We had been abandoned as children. Cast out in the rain like dogs.
He only noticed us because of my middle brother.
Green hair, just like his son's, he said, and offered us an opportunity. He took us in, fed, and clothed us, and then one day, he presented us with uniforms.
"Wear these, so I don't have to look at your faces every day."
The green hair of my brother's that saved us was nearly our downfall, but every day we wore the uniforms, the happier he was with us.
Over the years we met this son of his. N, a strange name, I supposed, but his father's name wasn't the epitome of normal either.
N once saw us out of uniform, and ran away sobbing. We weren't reprimanded, but N was.
My youngest brother came back to our room that night with all the color drained out of his face. I asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn't say and went immediately to bed.
I'll never be sure of what happened that night.
But I am sure that we are loyal to Ghetsis, and only Ghetsis.
Dreams: Chapter Six - Threads, Part 1 or 2The sky was on fire. Screams echoed around me. I ran through the streets. Left, right, up the alley, trapped! I beat my wings, trying to reach a thermal. This can't be happening.Dreams: Chapter Six - Threads, Part 1 or 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where am I? I was in the car; we were driving home from the police station. I don't understand.
I reach up to my head. My paw comes back bloody. Where am I?
My vision starts to fade, everything is turning black. Oh no, not the ground! Not the ground!
* * *
I coughed and struggled to open my eyes. Did I crash? Where the hell-
Forcing my eyes open, I find an airbag released onto my face, popped by one of my horns. Groaning, I look around.
Dad is hanging limp in his seatbelt, bleeding out of his nose. Oh, no no no no…
"Dad? Dad?!" My voice breaks.
I reach out for him, aching from the impact everywhere. I put a shaky paw on him. His chest is rising up and down slowly and irregularly, but at least he's breathing.
Thank god, Thor and Odin and the belt manufacturer and his wife and mother and his blessed gr
Trust [Loki x Reader (pt2)]If you're not a fan, move along. Please. For my own self-esteem.Trust [Loki x Reader (pt2)]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You found yourselves in close company by the time the credits rolled.
"May I sleep with you?"
"Excuse me?" you thundered, glaring dangerously at the smirking man.
"Oh, no, I meant--" he chuckled under his breath, feigning innocence with a hand resting daintily on his lips. "I meant, may I stay the night here?"
You gave him a flat look. "You're joking, right? I never wanted you in my house in the first pl--I never wanted to be affiliated with you in any manner! The hell would I let you spend the night for?"
He sighed, pinching his lower lip absently as his eyes tried to reason with you. "Well, I'm sort of being pursued--"
"Oh hell no--"
"Please, listen" he mock-begged, chuckling as you let out a passive sigh. "The last place anyone would think to look for a power-mad, egotistical, half-god fugitive would be the humble suburban home of a young lady."
That last comment stalled your rebuttal, and you blinked. Young
CupcakesCupcakes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown
Edited by Edinpony
WARNING: This fanfiction is incredibly gory, and may ruin your appreciation of a certain My Little Pony character as well as the titular baked goods. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
The air was warm, the sun was shining, and everypony in Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy ponies filled the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except Rainbow Dash; her place was in the sky. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the wind. The blue pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children, then climbed several hundred feet and dove, streaking downward as fast as she could. Seconds before hitting the ground, her wings flew open and she pulled up back into the clear blue. Rainbow felt alive.
Suddenly, Dash remembered that she had somewhere to be; she was
8 Steps for Writing Your Story's Prologue8 Steps for Writing Your Story's Prologue/Beginning8 Steps for Writing Your Story's Prologue3 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 4 “Plot Points” – Section 1 “The Prologue”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Now that we have finally assembled all the pieces necessary—a World, an Outline, and a Cast of Characters—it is finally time for us to begin writing our story! If you haven't already, you may wa
InsideI watched my best friend die.Inside6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that.
Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living.
What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in this same old life.
Are we happy in this life? Inside, where it counts, are we happy?
My best friend came from nowhere. One minute I had no one, and the next… I guess it's a sort of blessing that my best friend arrived when I needed comfort the most.
We began to go out and have wild trips galumphing up the roads. We made war with b
Kitchen BickeringPast midnight in the main kitchen of the Montrey mansion...Kitchen Bickering4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand why you can't find a nice, normal-"
"Human boyfriend," she finished. "Y'know, I don't think you're anyone to lecture about dating within one's species."
"We've been over this a thousand times; I am human."
"Uh-huh. Right. You should really see yourself when you say that, you ever tried saying it into a mirror? 'Cuz it looks pretty funny."
"Damn it, Penny," he hissed, "I was born and raised, for a forty full years, human- that's longer than you have been. Then this," he spread his webbed claws, "happened. And it's surface only, and you know it. Unlike this, this..."
"This being is a bizarrity! He's not a year older than you, he's not a decade older than you, he's not twice your age, he's twenty times your age! "
"Yeah, but look: he doesn't remember any of that, he's just like any other person, he only remembers so much, just the last couple years-"
Dreams - Chapter FourShit, shit, shit, SHIT! I screamed inwards. Okey, stay calm, stay calm! Talk like you're human, prove that you're nice quick as hell.Dreams - Chapter Four4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"FREEZE!" One of the coppers yelled.
"Whoa, whoa. Slow down. I think there's been a misunderstanding." I said slowly. Shitshitshitshit. I am so screwed.
"Put your han- Put your claws in the air!" He yelled at me again.
Slowly, I raised my paws above my head. My tail was tense as a cable behind me, clearly a reflex in preparation for a battle. Not today, bro. I hope. The officer motioned for me with his gun to move away from Jim. I cautiously stepped to the side, focusing on coming up with something resembling a plan.
"Ahahah! I told you so! See? See? It's a bloody monster!" I heard Ben shout from behind a car.
"Will you shut up for just one second? We can see for ourselves." Another voice said.
A second cop nervously walked up to me, keeping his gun aimed directly at my muzzle. His eyes were darting around like a madmans, a sure sign
Chapter EightI leaned against the doorframe, careful not to put my tail into a compromising position. Grandpa had splinted it, but I didn’t want to do anything taxing. Better not to push my luck.Chapter Eight2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I’ve gotten his name so far, but not much else. He seems to have some trouble understanding and speaking – frankly, I think just remembering his name was an effort.” I said, looking at Benjamin in the sofa. He was scanning the room with a haggard look on his face, as if he couldn’t really make heads or tails of what was happening. I can’t blame him, I suppose. Judging by his difficulty with speech, he had had either little to none contact with people, or been out of touch for a very long time. Most of the time I had spoken to him, all I’d gotten as a reply was a confused look and a faint hum every now and then.
“He seems wary and afraid – I’m a bit afraid myself to be honest.” Dad said and shook his head. He nodded slightly in the gen
People are stupid...Humans are naturally extremely hostile, monstrous beings. And I say that not on personal bias... but on the back of science.People are stupid...1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
So before you bible huggers cry "Blood for the blood god!" let me explain that it is through this hostility that we grow, because until we grasp the fact that we will never grasp true perfection is the day we finally take another step foreword.
You may or may not have noticed this, but humans are a rapidly growing element of earth's ecosystem. Since humanity's hardscrabble beginnings many thousands of years ago, all the way to the sophisticated complexity of today's sprawling mass of Other People, the human population on earth has been growing. Not consistently, not steadily, but relentlessly nonetheless. As species go, we are currently jaw-droppingly successful. In other words, there are more and more of us all the fucking time.
Stupidity has not hurt us one bit. We were stupid a long time ago, we are still stupid, and yet we continue to reproduce enormously suc
Dreams - Chapter FiveIndoor firing ranges are usually composed of one big concrete room, lined with reinforced baffles along the walls and roof. Ventilation shafts dot the space, constantly sucking out lead particles and smoke from the cartridge primers, bullets and leftovers from previous sessions. The back wall is often a sloping earthen bank with a collector, designed to stop and capture bullets that hits it. Targets can be both stationary, and in more modern facilities, moving. When designed as civilians, targets are usually made out of paper or plastic coreflute and sometimes when used for long-range shooting covered with some canvas on the back.Dreams - Chapter Five3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Most ranges are divided into several lanes, one for each person. The lanes differ much from situation to situation, but they most commonly only have a support for the gun. When using rifles, a chair might be there for the person to sit in.
The noise levels in a shooting range can reach over 140 Db, enough to cause permanent hearing loss and will in fact cause
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography11 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.The Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquisitively.
"It's one of her emotions. This doesn't attack the same way that normal diseases do, there are all sorts of different symptoms. Right now, she is sad and the only way that I know how to explain it is that she is feeling down."
"What do you mean by down?"
"Her emotions can best be described as ones that are upwhen she is feeling good, and
tg - a week as princ.essDaniel was so excited when he opened a letter and let he had won a week at a castle. He thought: Wow, are treated for one week as a prince and get what I want. This is awesome! . So it came on the following Saturday Daniel was picked up by a limousine. When his luggage he had only the most necessary here as it was said in the letter, he could only take what he stands on the castle are available. The ride lasted 2 hours and thereby made himself what he thought Daniel would want to have it all.tg - a week as princ.ess5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When he arrived he got out and was immediately greeted by a servant girl: Good day your highness, I am Madeleine pleased this week to be your personal servant." Thanks, I am also looking forward to it," replied Daniel. Madeleine said he would first go to his room and rest, Your room is equal to the great stairs. I will then get later on when it's time, Princess." What princess?" Thought Daniel. Oh, that was certainly a slip of the tongue."
The room was hug
Wrongly Lovely 14"Amy."Wrongly Lovely 142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What am I to you?"
Alex smiled. She lay on her bed; Amy sat at her desk, her essay forgotten.
"...you're going to keep waiting until I reply, aren't you?"
"Yes. I think I will."
"I hope you know I feel really shitty pausing like this."
"You don't have to think about it. Just say what you feel."
"What do I feel...? I feel like. You're really close to me. Maybe you're me. We're the same person!"
She laughed at that. Alex smiled.
"What's this relationship then? Are we still friends?"
"No, we're the same person, silly."
Alex sat up, raising an eyebrow.
"Alright, alright. I want to say you're my girlfriend but...."
"I don't know, it just feels.. odd."
"Are you a homophobe?"
Alex got up.
Alex got closer.
Alex stared into Amy's eyes for a brief second, before the slightly shorter girl lunged forward to close the gap.
Alex blinked when they broke apart.
"Why yes, I am in fact, a homophobe."
Alex raised a