Two Days Late (Hug a Giant Day) I glanced at the calendar, seeing when my next appointment was for my physical therapy, when I noticed the hastily scrawled words in red pen on July 21st that said 'Hug a Giant Day! Don't forget!'.Two Days Late (Hug a Giant Day)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I gasped, even with the reminder; I had forgotten and realized I was going to have to make it up to the Mersh for forgetting to do such a thing.
I quickly laid my laptop on my small bed and grabbed a flashlight off my dresser. Running down the staircase I nearly slipped on a small puddle of water at the base of the stairs. Obviously, someone had forgotten to clean it up after swimming.
I froze and groaned, realizing the one who had forgotten to clean it up was me. Knowing my mom would kill me if I left it there, I ran back up the staircase, grabbed a dirty towel from the laundry, and then I raced back down and wiped up the puddle. Take two steps at a time, I went back up the stairs and deposited the wet towel into
Kiss, KissEvie lived in a enviable magnolia tree in a fine-living side of Sacramento. It was one of eight pristine trees planted along the exterior of a new apartment building. The new tenants filled every vacancy within a week of its opening- which baffled her to no end. The fairy just couldn't see the appeal of living in a big concrete box. How could human beings stand it, living so detached from the lush, soothing embrace of Mother Nature?Kiss, Kiss2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The day she first saw him was dreadfully gloomy. She was forced to take shelter on a third-story window sill while she waited for the rain to cease.
A male voice accompanied the opening of a door somewhere within the apartment. The disciplined little fairy shot up immediately and dashed to the corner. Always gotta be careful…. Getting spotted was such a dreadful hassle.
Then she saw him: he had a face that looked like it belonged on one of those big signs she saw sticking out by the road. He was tall (obviously), well-built in a natu
Pain, Misery and Forgiveness Through pain and misery shall thee lie upon,Pain, Misery and Forgiveness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Through darkness and death shall thee feel,
Through love and hope shall thee crush,
Through punishment and rage shall thee feed upon.
Darkness, darkness, it is draining me, she muttered, licking the cold and dripping wet stone walls. Sucking down every drip of water she could, not caring if the walls tasted of things unmentionable. Her thirst was so great that she did not care how low she had fallen.
She sat up and glanced out of the barred window of her tiny cell. Rubbing the black and dull green mold that had grown slowly on her face, she watched a field mouse hop towards her window.
Come mousey, mousey… Come and be the supper I have desired for so many days. She dreamily hummed and stood, her dark green, leafy legs shaking from the effort. She stretched a similar colored arm and hand through the small opening in the bars and hummed
Small Comforts ~ GT"DAMN IT!" A violently, pounding, voice suddenly vibrated against the air around the small human and she jumped, squeaking in terror at the suddenness of Jason's aggressive anger. The ground beneath her rumbled furiously with each enraged impact his enormous feet took with the ground and into the house, the vibrations seeping into the pads of her own feet and rattling up her legs to send her entire body trembling violently.Small Comforts ~ GT2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"DAMI IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!!!" He hissed again, shaking Cameron's ribcage and spine with unintentional force and terrifying her into cowering behind an opposing table leg in the kitchen.
It had been three months that she had lived here now, lived here with one of THEM, the monstrous species of giants that overrun the defenseless humans and degraded them to mere pets (and rumored snacks). Though it hadn't been as terrifying as she first thought it would be to live with a breathing mountain, in fact, she actually found herself feeling rather fond and affectionate towa
432 days Short StoryPart 1432 days Short Story3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I crossed off another day on the calendar. Day four hundred and thirty two now was diagonally cut in two by the harsh, red mark of my pen. I don't even know why I bothered to keep track of the days anymore. I guess it was just another thing to do to keep myself occupied, although the result was hardly beneficial to my goals. Keeping track of the time my parents had been gone and the number of days that held my lonely existence was hardly the plan I had in mind. Still, I felt an odd urge to keep watch, to know that I was still attached to this earth somehow or else I might mistake that I was now dreaming, or dead as well. At very least my parents had made it until I was 22 yrs old and capable of taking care of myself. It made me happy, although somewhat bitterly, that it was the one, tiny piece of solace they could find at the time of their deaths. My memories began to trail down painful roads, and I immediately shut off all thought. No, I would not go there. Not again.
So, I now
GT: TherapyFear, rational or otherwise, was something one never truly wanted to face head on.GT: Therapy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For twenty years, give or take, Carol Walding viewed conquering some certain fears as overrated; avoidance was just as commendable in her eyes.
So as she sat quietly in the large, solemn office, under the scrutinous gaze of the austere Colonel Jackson, she wondered what decisions in her life caused her to end up here.
"It's quite illogical, Carol." Colonel Jackson was a longtime friend of the family, possibly her father's best friend, but as he spoke with her that evening, his voice was leveled and professional; though he still had trouble concealing the underlining concern he held for her. "Your fear that is; it's irrational." He softly tapped the tip of his pen onto the desk and leaned onto his elbows; watching the girl carefully from across the table.
Carol slumped into her chair and sighed; she had been getting this conversation all week and she was growing ever tired of people telling her tha
ShelterI always love a nice snowy day. I love to just sit outside and watch the snow fall, pretending that none of my problems exist. I sometimes sit outside all day, not caring that I’m risking a cold. That doesn’t matter to me. What does matter to me is the fact that I’m outside, simply enjoying one of ‘nature’s miracles’ as I call it.Shelter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stepped outside, bundled up in clothing lighter than my normal snow day attire. It was warmer outside than usual, so I didn’t have to wear so much. I only wore one shirt, a warm pair of pants, a thick jacket, and snowshoes today, whereas a normal snow day sometimes involved more layers than that. I took a deep breath, smiling widely as the cool air filled my lungs, chilling me slightly. Stepping onto the sidewalk, I began my journey.
It started off as smooth as any other day with a calming twenty minute walk from my neighborhood into my favorite place to watch the snowfall. I was in a particularly good mood today, n
98. What A Blizzard Can Do She trudged through the snow and wind, her body barely moving fast enough to find shelter before the true storm hit. It was just her luck to be caught in this blizzard… She found an opening in the rock wall beside her, slipping inside as quickly as she could.98. What A Blizzard Can Do2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The snow began to fall harder outside, leaving the girl to wander in the chilled cave. It was too dark to see, so she skirted the wall, feeling around with her icy, aching fingers. It was nothing short of a miracle that she’d survived this long in such dangerous weather…
Her hand touched something warm and she pulled away, the sheer temperature difference making her skin feel like it was burning. But, touching it again, she in pulled close to it. Whatever it was, it might be her only hope…
Weighing the possibilities in her mind, she took her chances and huddled up to the source. Whatever it was, it hadn’t
First EncountersAbraham huffed as he bathed in the lake, grateful that he lived far away enough from the village so he avoided the humans but still close enough to the water so he could bathe in peace. Of course, he could only do it at night since if a human caught him, they would try to kill him.First Encounters2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Giants were not as magical and mythical as humans make them out. They were not as tall as skyscrapers or anything and they were not seeking out humans as meals. They weren't hideous troll creatures either that didn't wear proper clothing and covering either. Not all of them live and wandered all. Those fairytales and folktales completely twisted the truth. People hunted after them as though they were beasts of burden and told stories to their children in order to scare them from wandering off by themselves at night since "the giants would find them and eat them."
In truth, giants, to put it into the simplest of terms, looked exactly like humans, just obviously bigger. They weren't so big that they towered ov
The Mute Fishling- Part One She lay on the sand, feeling the dark water drag over her long fish tail, taunting her, telling her to come back to the sea where it was safe.The Mute Fishling- Part One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She struggled, the net bound too tightly around her tail and upper body, the water was falling away, leaving her to dry out.
One of the worst things that could ever happen to a mermaid was drying out.
She squirmed, wishing her voice was there to let her cry out to Mother Ocean that had kept her safe as long as she took care of her.
But Mother Ocean could not hear her, for her voice wasn't there at birth. It left her as a fishling.
She thumped her tail against the ground, looking for a hard shell or stone to cut her free from this human net, but there was no sharp shell or stone to be found.
She squirmed, trying to wriggle out of the ever suffocating hard ropes that bound her, movement only made t
Wander || Chapter 1"God…" Jude sucked in air sharply.Wander || Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He ran a hand through his short golden brown hair and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain. His arm was killing him. He had mentally bashed himself for three days now- for reaching for the wrong rock in climbing the mountain face. The jagged rock left a nasty gash in his arm. He had bandaged it up to the best of his abilities, but his job involved camping out in the deep of woods many a night, and the lack of proper sanitation was taking its toll. When the sun began to sink in the sky, he removed his camouflage and started a small fire. Leaning back against a sequoia, Jude unraveled the dirty strip of bandage and groaned.
"Oh that is definitely infected..."
In his experience, the quickest route from place to place was a straight path. He made his own way across the varied terrain instead of trying to shuffle along the marked routes. It was more efficient, and stress-saving to avoid that mess of people. He had settled down in an isolated c
Her Last BreathStarted 6/28/12Her Last Breath2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Calder had never seen such a creature before. A human. A creature that lived just out of reach on the shore. His eyes followed her below the water as she sat on some sort of floating device. It looked like it was too thin to hold a person, but she easily sat herself on top of it. One thing he had seen time after time with these humans the past few days was they brought things he had never seen. He blinked, lowering himself down onto his boulder in wonder. In his search for something new and interesting he'd found a world he'd never seen the one above the water. He remembered hearing about a rumor of these creatures deep in the oceans, but this was the first time he found them. He glanced down to his beautifully blue scaled tail with slight displeasure. It easily distanced him even more from the humans.
He'd seen plenty of humans during the day, while he sat in the depths, simply watching those with the floating boards zoom over his head. He would have liked to thin
Don't Be Afraid... (Chapter 1 - Fear In Her Eyes)(G/t. Don't like, don't read. Thank you!)Don't Be Afraid... (Chapter 1 - Fear In Her Eyes)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trust had come far easier to Elena than she and Tirion expected. Elena herself thought that due to instinct she would have run as far away from Tirion as fast as possible during their first encounter, but not only did she stay put, but she actually mustered up enough courage to reveal herself to him. She actually found that she believed him when he said that he would not hurt her. Now here she was, hiding behind a vase on a table, her eyes wide with fear as the being who had taken her in knelt in front of the table, asking herself why. She had heard the stories of giants, and while some were light-hearted, others were not so much. She was currently taking into consideration all of the possibilities as she peeked out from behind the ‘barrier’, her heart beating rapidly and little beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She was looking directly into his eyes. His eyes… a little voice said again in her head. They held
However Unlikely Ch. 1Chapter One: Found?However Unlikely Ch. 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elijah sighed as he looked around the city, his grey eyes not really seeing much of anything. He squatted down, cursing the boots they forced him to wear. No insoles allowed, damn bastards. Those black boots hurt his feet and the material of his uniform was barely any better. It itched every time he moved. He plucked at the drab grey front, fingering a black button. The sleeves were short, exposing his tanned muscular arms. He was one of the fittest Sentinels to oversee this area, and the youngest. Elijah sighed again and decided to head back to the station for lunch. It was a quiet day, after all.
“‘Scuse me? Mr. Sent’nel, sir?” a small voice piped up to his left, interrupting his train of thought. He turned his head and saw a small human child. He slowly wiped his hand down his face and attempted to smile. Probably lost, he thought grouchily. Tourists always seem to lose their kids beyond The Wall.
“Lost, little one?
GT- Sorry!!!“I’m SO SO sorry!”GT- Sorry!!!1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The giant’s eyes softened upon my face. “Why are you saying sorry?” his voice was gentle, muted, and distant…
I rubbed my bruised arm and bit my lip. “I’m sorry for falling into your mouth—It was a total accident,”
The giant blinked in surprise and sat up straighter, his bed covers covering his bare torso, hiding the rest of his godlike body from my gaze.
“It’s totally all right,” he said with a weak smile. “But, are you okay? I bet that was extremely frightening! I thought I had hurt you…”
I shook my head and hugged my moist knees to my chest. “No I’m fine- couple of bruises but no biggy,”
“Not to be rude, or anything- but, what are you exactly?” the giant stared directly at me as he spoke.
I gulped and rubbed my neck nervously. “A human of course,” I tried not to sound irritated but I wasn’t even close.
Forget Me NotNo one wandered the property. Alex stayed crouched within the tree-line of the woods, peering out at the white two-story farmhouse straight ahead. The springtime brought a lush green to the area, and the broad daylight shined around the thick white clouds. After a few minutes of watching, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to see her.Forget Me Not2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The nine year-old stood up to his full height of about thirty-five feet. The thickly branched trees still towered over him easily. Once he took the first step into the open, his nerves settled. No human made indication that he had been seen.
Approaching the side of the house with the silence of a rabbit, he stood in front of the balcony and bent over to see through the glass panes of the door.
A girl about two years younger than him sat at the edge of a quilted bed. On her lap was a storybook, and she was completely absorbed in it, oblivious to Alex's presence. Her pale green eyes followed the text slowly, small lips moving carefully with each word. H
GT: Guardian 1The sun was almost completely out of the sky at this time; not that it mattered considering it hid behind the numerous clouds all day anyway. It took only a few minutes for the temperature to drastically drop due to the absence of solar heat. Snow lightly began to fall over a small metropolitan city inhabited with houses, apartments, and businesses alike.GT: Guardian 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm going out!" Located in a small shoe store; which was irrationally sandwiched between two large industrial companies, a young girl, 14 or so, rushed out into the cold. She was aware that her parents could have cared less if she was there or not she didn't help with the family store as much as she could have, but still, she liked to announce her departure: acknowledgment or not from them.
She closed the store door behind her, hearing that familiar 'ding' and then fumbled to get her coat on correctly. She silently cursed and she struggled with the material as the wind pierced through her thin shirt and the tiny snowflakes
SnaredDeath came in many forms. His was going to be a human.Snared2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh, Warren, what a sorry excuse for a wood nymph you are, he scolded himself miserably. Can't even take a simple walk without getting captured!
Warren shifted uncomfortably in the rope trap that hung from a tree limb, rocking gently in the night breeze. It had probably been meant for something bigger than him, but that didn't help him in the slightest. The openings between the patterns of rope were only big enough to get a limb out at a time, if he was lucky.
Slumping against at the bottom of the bag-like trap, he buried his face in his hands. He was surely as good as dead. From what he gathered, humans were merciless, especially toward things they didn't understand very well. A wood nymph wouldn't be an exception. A human wouldn't lay a trap without checking it later. It was only a matter of time. To make the situation more helpless, he was quite a distance from home. No help would be coming.
Trembling, he checked on
New Grounds ~ Chapter OneCorinne scanned the forest trail that spread out before her. This was the area her father had used to carry her out to every weekend when she was a little girl. Its luscious trees, constantly blooming wildflowers, and calming stream had been a magical place for her to use her imagination.New Grounds ~ Chapter One2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Of course, that had been several long years ago, and her father was long since gone.
Being just nineteen years old, Corinne was able to take care of herself. She never stayed in one location for long, moving frequently throughout North America.
Now, she had rediscovered the woods next to her first home, and she took it all in with a single breath. Brushing her hand against the rough bark of an old oak tree, she recalled with a smile the time her father had told her that his great grandfather had planted that very same tree.
Shifting her backpack around, she stretched up to the first low-hanging limb she could reach and proceeded to lift herself upward. Eventually, she made it to the top, stopping to t
GT: Bad DayIt was a terrible day-GT: Bad Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Terrible' was an understatement for the kind of day Sawyer had just endured.
She trudged slowly through the smaller door of her joint house and closed it firmly shut behind her.
Heavy, wet clothes shucked off-
Haired dried and pulled back-
Maybe the haunting memories of the day's tribulations would fade amongst her own familiar surroundings.
Wearily, Sawyer shrugged into a long robe, watching the unfamiliar ghost of her reflection mimic each movement in the dim bathroom mirror.
She looked tired.
She was tired.
Her usual warm, tanned skin fared pale against the faded peach of the robe hanging from her shoulders.
She watched as the specter raised an arm and placed a hand on its cheek.
She felt cold too- as cold as she looked.
Still silence lingered throughout the whole house as she scuffled around to search for remedies; looking for her slippers, her earphones, her favorite mug for tea.
A door opens, rattles the entirety of the standalone
PlaymatesStarted 4/12/12Playmates2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Basil growled as a heavy-set guard shoved him, almost sending him flat on his face if it weren't for his quick feet. He glanced around the building they were entering with a frown forming on his face. The king's palace. It was known to be a dangerous place, and Basil had taken it on with every crime he had gotten away with. The kingdom was lively, wealthy, and had a large amount of land. However, this was not Basil's land nor his kingdom.
This land was filled with people that sprouted tails and cat ears, something Basil never understood. Claws grew from their hands and fangs in their mouths, but otherwise the cats and the humans were very similar. This was the land of cats, where their king was said to be nearly as big as the land they started out with. Of course that was an exaggeration, he had seen the parades from the slums, and the king standing on his balcony. They said that the male royals that were born on leap years would be blessed with the 'power' their god ha
Worth Living GT“Don’t eat that!”Worth Living GT2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The tiny voice was like a random spark in Zane’s sensitive ears. He blinked rapidly and looked around his step dad’s small apartment kitchen.
The lights were dim- nothing on the granite counter except for the morning newspaper and some old mail.
Zane bit his lip- he could feel the newborn facial hairs prickle his saliva-coated tongue.
He lowered his clenched fist to his side, and stuffed the two deathly pills in his sweatshirt pocket.
“Whose there?” he snarled.
There was absolute silence.
Zane shook his head angrily- “It’s just in your head,” he told himself angrily. He looked suspiciously towards the back door, expecting to see someone dart away from the window.
No one was there.
With a heavy sigh, Zane decided to go upstairs… It would be more secretive this way- not as dramatic… Not that he cared or anything.
As he moved towards the stairs to his room- something scurried past his foot- but it
Alone = Giant?Stepping out of the building with several others of her classmates, Talia was grateful for the bench that was off away from the others. It was quite a walk from the building, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to be away from the noise and gossip of the students.Alone = Giant?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sat on the bench, reclining as best she could. The day still wasn’t over, despite her wishes and mental threats for it to be. But that was just how days worked. They didn’t take orders, and they certainly loved to throw crap in peoples’ faces…
Closing her eyes, Talia titled her head to rest on the back of the bench, facing the sky and trying to drown out the sounds of other people passing by or talking in the distance. “I need shade.” she grumbled, voicing her complaint to the sun’s heat. It was burning, at best…
Before long, her classmates had returned to the building, leaving Talia alone outside. She didn’t notice, and wouldn’t have cared even if sh