Good Morning, Crystal Beach! (Request)Good Morning, Crystal Beach! (Request)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Good Morning, Crystal Beach! Today, it looks like it will be smokin’ hot at 92°, so don’t forget to put on some sunscreen, hit the beach, and enjoy yourselves! With that being said, continue to enjoy the rest of this fine morning by listening to these summer classics on 93.8 Platinum.”
I groan as I get out of bed. Besides not having a good night’s sleep, I’ll also have to endure an entire day of heat. Shrugging, I turn off my radio and head off to my kitchen.
As I make myself some breakfast, I decide on what I want to do. I could always stick it out inside by watching TV or browsing the internet, but then again, I’ve been quite the shut-in lately. I haven’t seen or talked to my friends lately, nor have I gone out just to have fun.
I look out of my window, and I sigh. Though I don’t live right on the beach, it’s only about
Dear deviantART: Free The AuthorDear deviantART: Free The Author4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
In a world as colorful, diverse, unique and beautiful as it is today, I’ve learned through my 10 months on this website that many people enjoy expressing themselves in many different ways when it comes to art.
Whether it be through romance, nature, darkness, light or everything else there is to express with, it becomes even more interesting when I see the people express themselves with so many different mediums.
Myself? I enjoy expressing my artistic abilities through many mediums: Digital art, poetry, but most avidly, the xReader fandoms. Avengers, Sherlock, Free!, Shingeki no Kyojin and many, many others.
99% of my stories are romantic. I love to write romance, though I usually don’t take it much further than a little something like a sweet little kiss, the beginning of a new relationship, a baby being born, or occasionally, the odd sexual innuendo. Once, I tried writing a lemon. However it didn’t work out very well, and I decided to remove it for personal reasons.
A Curious FindA Curious Find3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And you have a good day yourself!" Jessie said cheerfully, handing the customer's shopping bag. The customer smiled brightly and skipped off, happy as could be. Why shouldn't she though? Only a few moments ago, she was a young, grouchy sort of guy in a foul mood. After a quick spray of the Costume in a Can, he had turned into a peppy and cheerful looking Loly Aivirrine (A far cry in personality from the original version to be sure).
It was 11:17 AM and things were certainly underway in at the neighborhood wide garage sale. After a big burst of people right away, things had settled down in the area, now at a nice and more manageable rate. Jessie *coughJDcough* and her partner, Rachel, were busy selling off their wares and dealing with the waves of customers that came through. At that last person left, there was no one left at their particular sale, allowing themselves to take a quick break.
"Phew!" Jessie said
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
To be a Werewolf...To be a Werewolf...9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else... but you can't.
Again you hear it, closer now. The fear returns. The excitement returns.
This time it's lodged in your mind, replaying the horrible disturbance of the quiet, again and again. Your breathing starts to pick up, without your consent. The grass around you is rather tall, but still below waist level. You'd see something if it would approa
Another Satisfied Bleach BabeAnother Satisfied Bleach Babe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was 8:00 AM on the second day. The giant neighborhood garage sale was active once more. Cars were already pulling into the area and parking all over the streets. Rachel and JD were both busy putting the remaining items out on their tables, hurrying to get ready for the morning rush. Both of them had returned to their Bleach girl forms, JD as Rangiku and Rachel as Yoruichi, for fun and to help sell the remaining supply of Costume in a Can's they had left.
"Okay then!" Rachel said stretching her arms, "Everything is all set! Bring on the customers!"
"Well hopefully they aren't all here for the spray cans," JD, now back to being Jessie, spoke, "I just counted, we are down to 20 boxes, some of which aren't completely full. I think we should put a limit on how many people can get so we don't run out."
"Good idea," Rachel said, watching as Jessie put a couple of a cans on the main table next to the laptop, "Probably should
Beyonce TGBeyonce TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Drake was an average teen, didn't much care for pop artists, like rap and metal instead. He loved to listen to comedians, and he heard so many of them mention the song called Single Ladies by Beyoncé. Drake decided to look it up and found it to be rather catchy like most pop music, but he liked the video, mainly because of her looks, but he didn't mind the music either. He looked at the related videos and he saw one named if I were a boy, the title seemed rather odd, so he clicked on it to see what it was. As soon as the song started so did the transformation. His hands shrank and became dainty, his arms slenderized, while his body hair fell out and his skin color grew much darker. He looked down at his hand and jumped in shock at what he saw, his shoulders crashed inwards as he arched his back in pleasure as two voluptuous breasts formed on his chest. His stomach was reshaped into a sexy core like that of a model or dancer. His hips shot out and his butt filled in and made his pa
Meegon's StoryMeegon's Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Very good, my prized student, you successfully blocked my attack." An old, cracked voice croaked through the air in the lush grassy forest. The speaker was an old elfin man, voice full of praise for the young girl that stood in front of him. This was no usual girl, her visible eye was hazel, and the other hidden by the long purple bangs that hung over the left half of her face. She was unusually tall for a ten year old, like the man she was Elfin but her skin was pale blue. The girl was clad in a simple brown tunic and dark blue trousers. Armour covered her shoulders and her wrists were encased in armoured gauntlets.
"I am ready to have another go when you are, Eecon!" She growled, raising her Katana in front of herself defensively. Her chain mail skirt jingled as she shifted her pose.
"No, Meegon." Eecon smiled. "You are young and have trained enough for today. Go, get some rest."
Meegon sighed and sheathed her Katana in the scabbard that hung on her back. She nodded.
"Okay, thank yo
Punk!EnglandxSinger!Reader - SaviorPunk!EnglandxSinger!Reader - Savior2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Edit: This song isn't Savior by Skillet OR by Black Veil Brides! I'm sorry! It's Savior by Rise Against! *goes to corner of shame*
You were reading your favourite book at the coffee shop near your house, and realized you had made a mistake coming there. Not knowing there was a Rock Band competition happening today on the café stage, the place was crowded with teenagers from your school. The ones you did not want to see outside of that place.
You tried to concentrate on your book, but finally put it down on the table in defeat. It was too loud for your taste, but you tried not to let it bring down your mood. As you observed your perimeter, your eyes made its way to the stage. Yeah, the drummer was good. The guitarists were awesome too. But, oh god, that singer.
That singer was tone deaf.
As the song finished, the audience around the stage cheered for everyone but the singer, as you assumed. For about a half hour, you watched people come onto the
A Devil in ParadiseA Devil in Paradise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam watched the jagged Miami skyline melt into the horizon as the cruise ship chased the sun towards the Bahamas. He pondered his reasons for agreeing to a seven day single’s cruise as he looked out over the sea, entranced by the seagulls hypnotic soaring.
Sam was a chiseled, hansom man with an insatiable lust for beautiful, athletic women. He had perfected an efficient process of seduction that produced perfect results and no unwanted byproducts. At first, he was in search of love, but he had quickly grown addicted to the fruit of his labor. He was in love with the lustful hunt and capture, his slain prey were merely trophies to be forgotten upon the next challenge.
The ship’s foghorn sounded, reviving Sam from his trance. He looked around the decks of the vessel, scouting for potential targets. The cruise ship was populated by a perfect one-to-one ratio of men and women, but few women were doing much to peak Sam’s interest. Sam decided to find a bar;
You're FamilyThump. Thump. Thump. To Yowane Haku it felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat. Nervously she stared at the large oak door to the mansion-like house.You're Family3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She slowly brought her fist up preparing to knock when the handle to her suitcase slipped from her grip and slammed into the door. Haku put her hand on the door as she bent down to retrieve the fallen luggage.
But to her horror right as she reached the handle the door opened sending her crashing down inside the house. Red with embarrassment she scrambled to her knees staring up at the person standing over her.
Above her a tall young man with blue hair and eyes held an ice cream cone. After an awkward moment, while they stared at each other quizzically the boy dropped the sugary cone and creamy liquid onto Haku's long white hair.
"Agh my ice cream!" The boy screamed.
"W- What is it?!" A shrill voice screamed. Haku watched a small blonde girl run down the stairs leading down to the front door. "
untitled part threeuntitled part three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don't remember even going to sleep; I thought to myself, come to think of it, I don't remember even coming home. I closed my eyes tight and tired to rack my brain. Come on, where was I last? Something clicked, and then I was there. It was like watching a movie, I could feel the wind, the bike handle bars, and I could even feel my heart beating.
I watched as I waved goodbye, to my friends as they got into the car. They shouted something to me, but I couldn't understand. I turned back around, and started moving on my bike. The sunshine blaring in my eyes. I squinted, trying to see in front of me. Someone yelled watch out, and a dog came running towards me. I felt the bike bump, as it turned off the curb. I heard barking, as I fell onto the cement. I looked up, hearing a car horn.
I opened my eyes. No, I can't be dead. I looked around suddenly noticing crew members cleaning the street. I'm here; I can feel the wind, I'm breathing. I took a deep breath. I must be dreaming, I have to be d