In The Dark The unrepentant October wind shrieked, slamming the screen door with that final, villainous sound of damnation. The accursed house I was standing in had the most remarkable evil spirit about it. I don’t see why we couldn’t just arrange the meeting somewhere else, I thought with a shiver, glancing around. The crooked, cobwebbed old Victorian radiated dust, filth and decay, of years of torture, pain and despair. The atmosphere felt colder, more sinister, and even dangerous. But this is exactly the type of place my correspondent loved.In The Dark1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“H-hello?” I called tentatively, hating how tremulous my voice sounded. I couldn’t let myself sound frightened. In the presence of the person I was about to meet, I had to be cool and confident, or at least try. But of course he’ll already know I'm scared, I thought crossly. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be? And, as I hope you will never find
''You can't keep doing this!''''You can't keep doing this!''2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cal groaned, turning himself around in the tunnel of stars. "I've got stuff goin' on, y'know! You can't just keep pickin' me up and droppin' me places when it's good for you!" He crossed his arms and glared in no particular direction. "You know you coulda gotten Caff killed, throwin' us into the snow like that! She was sick!"
The was a long, annoyed sigh. "Oh get over it," Tex's voice echoed. "She's fine now, isn't she?"
"I wouldn't know, you picked me up and left her at our campsite!"
"She's a big girl!" Tex spat. "I won't keep you longer than twenty minutes okay? My final exam's tomorrow and I've got transport times to make up for, stupid! You had to go and play house with a princess while I was busy falling behind because of it!"
"I never asked for you to do this!" Cal fumed. "You're the one who decided to pick up a 'stupid' guy and toss 'em around Ooo!"
"Oh so that's why you're always calling for me," the younger boy scoffed. "Because you d
She felt a tear drip down on her hand.She felt a tear drip down on her hand.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was silly. Why was she still crying over him? It'd been so long since she'd last seen him. Three months. Well, definitely less than the three years he'd been gone initially.
Today was especially hard though and she knew why, not that she'd ever say it out loud. When Suco had thought that Cal had died she never cried on this day. She'd meander over to the cemetery and kneel as his grave marker, speaking out loud about mindless things. It left her content and satisfied. Gave her the idea that she could move on some day.
But then he showed up again.
That had changed everything. Just when she was feeling like the wound had healed, that she could carry on, maybe even pack up and move to the Bakery Kingdom, he'd shown up. Everything about him had been so familiarly unfamiliar. His fluorescent orange hair spiked up to a point looked messier, his blue-green eyes tired and dazed. She briefly remembered how those eyes used to look at her. She remembered even longer how they'd looked at the gi
Lilac came running up from their house.Lilac came running up from their house.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Calvin!" She ran up to her brother, tearing him away from a conversation with Jeremy. "I wrote you a letter! If you feel lonely while you're gone, just go ahead and read it and I'll be with you." She handed him a few pieces of paper rolled together.
"I'll only be gone for three days," Cal laughed. He took the papers anyway and tucked them safely away in his pocket.
"That doesn't mean you won't get lonely out there on your own!" She let out a little sigh and crossed her arms. "I still don't see why I can't come with you."
Cal sighed and hooked his arm around her neck. "How many times do I gotta tell ya? I gotta go through the forest and that ain't safe for a girl."
The small teen wiggled out of her brother's grasp. "I'm fifteen Calvin, I can walk through the woods! Besides, what if I get lonely here without you?" She put on her best puppy-dog face hoping that maybe today would be the day she finally won this ongoing argument.
The orange haired boy smiled broadly. "So that's what it's a
Everything was eerily familiar from atop that hillEverything was eerily familiar from atop that hill2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To anyone else it would seem as though the small cottages of the village were randomly strewn about, but to him they made perfect sense. His eyes trailed through them, every now and then pausing on one. Behind him laid the Aquarium Kingdom, only three or four miles back over flat grassland. He'd gotten close to this place before; twice in fact. It wasn't hard to spot the small collection of homes, so why hadn't he? He didn't want to dwell on it.
Calvin descended down the hill slowly. it wasn't surprising to him for some reason that no one was moving about outside. The sun was sinking; everyone in the village always ate dinner at nearly the same time. Usually knowledge like that would have him jumping for joy but, for a reason he couldn't put his finger on, it created a knot in the pit of his stomach.
He didn't have to think twice about the route he took. He wove through the buildings expertly, his fingers occasionally grazing the old, creaky wood of them. In the center of the circle of
The walls were closing in around him.The walls were closing in around him.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every word was like a blow to the stomach, each memory a dagger in his chest. He was backed into the corner of the place he used to call his home, the boy he used to call his best friend the one causing him to retreat there.
"I had to tell them you were dead!"
Calvin's eyes were glued on the floor, his hands on his head.
"That there wasn't enough left of you to bring back!"
He shook, his teeth were clenched.
"And the entire time I was the only one who knew you were still out there!"
He shook his head back and forth slowly, as though denying it would make it untrue.
"It would have been easier if you'd died!"
Get me out of here. He wanted to melt through the wall. Get me out, get me away, I never should have come here.
Then it was quiet.
The pressure of the walls around him were gone. He was suspended in stars, and after a moment a familiar voice echoed around him. "I knew you wanted to get picked up! I just took a class on that! My project is almost over which means I'll g
Jeremy had always been pathetic.Jeremy had always been pathetic.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The worst part was, he knew this. He'd always paled in comparison to his older brother and, honestly, he hadn't minded. Lucas had been born in the Stone Kingdom and he was just as well-versed and refined as anyone from there.
Jeremy, on the other hand, was soft. Born and raised in Atelpo Village, his paretns had wanted to give him a chance to break tradition. Though they'd gone back to the Stone Kingdom when he was five, his brother had continued to baby him to no extent.
He'd had a crush on Lilac since he could remember and this was obvious to the entire village besides her. He had no doubt that one day he'd be man enough to ask her on a date. They'd fall in love (though he was sure had already had), get married, and maybe even have a few kids. All he had to do was build up the courage to take that first step. In the end though, he couldn't even do that.
Jeremy had always been pathetic.
The worst part was, he let this define him. From before he could remember he was always Cal's shado
Knock.Knock.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, that's what he should do. Three years since he'd been home and he figured the acceptable thing to do would be to knock. And so he did.
To his surprise, the door drifted open. He frowned. They must not have closed it all the way. Only then did he find it justified to let himself in, his hand hesitating on the slightly ajar door for a moment before pushing it open. It only opened about halfway before hitting against somethingan armchair. Every time he'd opened that door he'd said he was going to move that chair. There never was room for it elsewhere though, so she'd just laugh at him. He missed her laugh.
"Hello?" he called, cautiously walking into the small room. No replythey must be out. It was pretty dark in there, the only source of light being a window on the right wall looking out onto the forest. Theirs was the closest house to that forest, he'd always disliked that.
The floorboards creaked below his feet as he took the short walk to a door in the far right corner
There was a flash.There was a flash.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Goodbye, Calvin." echoed between his ears. He jumped a little at thatTex had never talked to him when he wasn't floating in the tunnel of stars. Not that it mattered now, it seemed that that was the last he'd ever hear from the hot-headed young boy. For all he knew, the moment before was the last he'd ever see of life outside the Stone Kingdom. He was nervous of course, he was about to agree to a lifestyle he'd never wanted to get near with a man he'd sworn he'd never make contact with. What am I doing? He took in a deep breath, squeezing Joanna's hand tightly and looking to her for reassurance. She gave him a small smile and a short nod and he let out a sigh.
Okay. He screwed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath. They were already inside the castle, it was just a matter of actually finding the king. He figured it wouldn't be terribly hard, especially once someone spotted them.
"Hey, you're back!" That was quicker than he expected. His eyes shot open and flew
He'd been gone for four days nowHe'd been gone for four days now2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
and Cal was almost home.
He had gotten caught up in the Shopping Kingdom. Lilac's birthday was coming up and he'd wanted to find the perfect present for her. He figured it would be fine that he'd be a day late; yes he'd promised his sister three days and yes she had been very worried, but this wasn't his first time making this trip. The worst that had ever happened was that she came after him once when he was twelve. He'd caught her just on the outskirts of the forest and walked home with her.
Cal knew these woods like the back of his hand and, consequently, knew that they were dangerous. He kept a small knife easily accessible in his back pocket just in case and had long ago learned how to climb a tree in ten seconds flat. Lost in his thoughts, he stumbled over a tree root. He caught himself quickly but froze when he heard a low growl.
He looked around nervously to find three wolves appearing from the brush. Cal reached into his pocket and grabbed his knife. Holding it out
'Your daddy is a wonderful man.''Your daddy is a wonderful man.'2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's what is mother would always tell him. "He loves all three of us so much. And soon, he'll come home." Cal had always found this hard to believe. He didn't remember his father; he'd left when the boy was only three. His mom would say he didn't leave, that he had been taken away. That it was beyond his control and he'd manage to make his way home one day. Michelle never did see that day.
Cal couldn't remember anything about his dad. If he tried hard enough he could dig up one blurry memory about the man. A blue-grey man entirely made of the same stone as his right arm. His mother'd always said if Cal hadn't gotten her orange hair he'd look just like him.
It never mattered much to Cal to find his dad. Even when he was younger and the Laizhous never returned from their search for him did he want to look for the man. He was too proud even as a child to try and find a man who, he felt, had left him and his mother and sister behind.
Recently the idea of his father entered his thoughts m
They were staring at him.They were staring at him.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't unusual for Tex to toss Cal in a place where the inhabitants dislike humans. In some cases his arm could get him off the hook and, considering the gray scale granite that surrounded him he thought this would be a similar case. However the grey, stoney people seemed to actually be glaring at him. And in some cases they seemed to be studying him as though they weren't quite seeing something right. Though he was unsurprised by the odd looks he was not prepared for when two men came up behind him and grabbed him by the arms.
"Come with us," they ordered. Cal didn't seem to get much choice in the matter.
"What thehey, what's the deal?! Lemme go!" He struggled in their grasp though their stone arms didn't budge as they dragged him away. "Where're you takin' me?!"
"You have been summoned," the man to his left said flatly.
"Whatwhy?! I've only been here an hour, what could I've done?!" He continued to struggle in their unbreakable grasp.
"You have been
Journey"No. Absolutely not!" his mother exclaimed, setting her cup down onto her saucer sharply, looking down the table at her son, who, at the moment, had adverted his gaze from his mother. "That is out of the question, Gordon."Journey11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ah don' see why yeh're gettin' so upse', Mum..." Gordie replied, stirring the contents of his food around on his plate. Suddenly he had lost his appetite, and that was saying something, considering his usually insatiable appetite. "I's no' like ah've never done this before..."
Pomp... perhaps he should not have brought this idea up to his parents after all. Granted, his first plan of action would have left his parents, especially his mother, far more upset, had he gone through with it without their consent. But judging by the tone of his mothers voice, he surmised it would not have been by all that much.
During these last few weeks following Caramels departure, the Prince of Gourd could not seem to shake off his depression. He couldn't sleep well, his appetite
Compliments "Damon, stop it!" Titania let our a little shriek, playfully swatting his hands away when they traced at her sides.Compliments2 years ago in Settings More Like This
His eyes were amused though, and he smiled teasingly, fingers continuing their trail down her stomach, just lightly.
She swatted them away again, unable to hold back flushed giggles.
Sighing quietly, happily, he lay down next to her, carefully settling his head on her chest. From here he could hear the pattern of her erratic heartbeat after laughing.
Closing his eyes, he could see every detail of her dream. The bright sun above them, and the warmth of the grass, tickling their skin as they lay together, the dress she wore, fabric circling around her knee's, bringing attention to her soft bends and curves, No. He would try and ignore the shape, how she looked, even if that was especially difficult, how the cut of the dress went flo
He was different.He was different.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd barely spoken two words since last week. His expression was blank, wavering only when waking from the same reoccurring nightmare. This was a rare event though, considering he'd hardly been sleeping. Dark bags were under his eyes, adding to his zombie-like disposition. Since his run in with Jeremy his food had consisted of a few small sip of coffee and a handful of sugar cookies, and even that was only a meek attempt at giving Joanna some peace of mind.
Any movement he made was robotic. Each bend of the elbow or twist of the neck appeared to be a great deal of work. His norm had become sitting slumped in a chair, staring at the floor and barely blinking. He would disappear at some points though, gone for hours at a time without any notice. Upon his return he would wander about the castle. He'd always try to at least cross the girl's line of vision when he'd return, if only to say, "I came back."
The worst part about him recently though were his eyes. They were empty, almost clouded
AU: Rina's MorningThe mornings were always warm in her house, no matter the season that was the only way Rina could pull herself from the warmth and comfort of her blankets, which she had a tendency to hoard as she slept into an odd, nearly nest-like, structure. She was always an early riser, though; always up as the sun peaked over the horizon for the sunrise, her only company being the chirping birds outside. During the summer, she would sit on her cushioned window seat and bask in the morning glow, singing to herself or quietly delving into a new book eagerly as she waited for the rest of her family to wake up and start the day.AU: Rina's Morning2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was different, however. Her calendar was marked ten times over, and a green piece of string was tied to her wrist to remind her of what today was. It was 5:30 in the morning and her newly bought school supplies were neatly stacked on her personal desk, little notes stuck around her room to remind her of things to do. She had a tendency to forget things and run la
The Prince PlaysThin pale fingers danced along white keys in a blur, playing the correct notes as memorized in music class. From C to A minor on one hand and F to G on the other. It was a simple piano arpeggio, gently rocking back and forth between the two notes on either hand, but it wasn't just about the music, you had to feel it. Feel each sound resonate from your fingers to your arms and ears and brain until you could see colors dance in your mind to the melody. Connor could see the colors. Bright and vivid, moving frantically yet flowing peacefully. A perfect balance between complete panic and tranquility. His lips parted in anticipation, waiting to sing the words he knew so well. As he began, they flowed from his lungs light as the air he breath, calm yet demanding. Completely in control.The Prince Plays2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I heard there was a secret cord,
That David played and it pleased the lord
But you don't really care for music
The young fairy sucked in his breath, pausing briefly for the ¼ count
Adventure Time With MLnPG ch13Adventure Time With MLnPG ch132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a brisk chill in the air, and the king of monsters pulled his scarf tighter around his face. He was not so much bothered by the temperature, but the blast tended to dry out his skin more than usual.
"Could you hurry up lacing these things? They're cramping my feet."
"Do you need me to loosen them?" Prince Gumball asked, holding the stings in his gloved hands. For the last few minutes, he had managed to get his skates on while the vampire sipped on his hot cocoa, having brought a canister for them both. But the king was no master at lacing, thus Gumball decided to help out and eventually take over.
"No, just get them on and I can break them in," Marshall Lee grunted, wiggling his toes inside the hard boots.
Cinching the laces up tight to make sure that his friend couldn't twist an ankle or something equally horrendous, the prince smiled up at the other male, patting his toe reassuringly before rising to his feet. The vampire still floated, awkward and unsure about skatin
SomehowSomehowSomehow2 years ago in Settings More Like This
As much as he hated to admit it, the council's meeting room was impressive. Several lanterns burned burned brightly around the walls of the room, but most of the light came from a whole in the ceiling, covered by glass. A large pool of water is suspended by the glass, and a blue mermaid glances at him contemptuously before swimming out of sight. The water is so pure that the sunlight shines through with utter clarity. It casts shadows across the room as the mermaid disturbs the calm water. A thick, oak table, seated for five on each side and one at each end, sat in the middle of the room, demanding first attention. His eyes then strayed to the farthermost chair at the end, which out of all twelve chairs was the most ornate. It's hourglass shape allowed it's occupant to sit comfortably, without his wings being pressed against his back. As of then, Jesse sat as if he had a pin in his back, and he wore his disgustingly eerie crown. Even though he would never admit it, the thi
Memory of a Memory [Part 2]She closed the door and continued down the hall. She quickly picked another, and with little hesitation she opened it and looked to see what was behind.Memory of a Memory [Part 2]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Joanna was pulled into a crowd of people dancing. It was almost a waltz, though it was much faster. She was spun into the arms of a laughing, orange-haired boy. It took him a moment to realize who she was. "Caff!" he laughed, spinning her around. "Goodta see my imaginary friend's at the Festival!"
Her eyes widened as she was taken by surprise from all the movement and noise. After a moment, she looked at Cal and smiled, moving in step with him. " T-the Festival?"
"Yeah the Festival!" He expertly maneuvered them around the other couples. "People come from all over! It'sta celebrate the founding of the village. It's 365 this year!"
She giggled lightly as they danced and weaved through the crowds. "S-seems like a lot of f-fun!" A thought came to her mind and her smile faded slightly. "A-are you here with someone?"
He nodded over towards a
Picture PerfectWeather for the occasion was ideal.Picture Perfect1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But, then again, that was to be expected of the king of the Storm Kingdom - he knew that today would be the best choice for a wedding, and planned accordingly. Anything to make this day as perfect as possible for the apple of his eye.
It was dizzying, the thought that soon the young apple girl would be wed, but after a lot of thought and time, it did seem like the best next step for her. Where else was there to go? For someone like her, this was very well her fairytale ending; comfortably living with a King who loved her dearly, and who had taught her exactly what it meant to be loved... To feel like she belonged in someone's heart utterly and completely.
And yet, something was left unsettled in the pit of her stomach. As the guests poured into the reception, the quiet bride waited in her room, waiting for her moment. For a long while, she sat in front of the mirror, her gaze glazing over as she ran through all of the events leading to this day, each
UntitledKatie walked along, in front of the rest of the gang which were two boys. Katie was the only girl in the gang, which was fun in some ways and not in others. One of the boys had a mowhawk and always carried around a metal bat he liked to call "Sheela". The other boy was very tall. Taller than the rest of them. He was about 6'3 and had noticable bags under his eyes. Katie looked over her shoulder and gave a small smile to the two boys behind her.Untitled2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Austin offered a cocky grin to Katie as she glanced over her shoulder to the both of them, although he always either had a grin, or some sort of pissy expression. As they walked, he just barely examined his settings. There werent many people on the street, which was a good thing, him and his fellow gang member had made some plans previously, and it would be a good idea to make sure no one was around when this certain plain was set in motion.
The tallest of the three members, Marshall, simply nodded at Katie when she smiled at them. O
((Au Endings))Damon lifted his cheek up from the burrow of blankets. The bed was so warm; lifting his head up into the cold air of the house left him feeling dizzy, his cheek and neck clammy, as if he had a fever.((Au Endings))2 years ago in Settings More Like This
He fought his way from the blankets, the sheets twisting around his legs. Her side of the bed where she had fallen asleep last night was a mess, blanket pushed back, pillow on the floor. Setting it back on the bed, he shivered, his feet touching the cold hardwood floor.
The sky was gray and overcast outside, and frost was sneaking its way into the corners of his window.
She was gone.
No, no, she was downstairs maybe, waiting in his office. Maybe she went to that one restaurant, like in the beginning, to get her coffee or, or No, she wouldn't leave without no words, no goodbyes.
Running a hand through his ha
Blink Time had seemed to long since stop for HimBlink2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The only way it seemed he truly kept time anymore, were the hours of day and night.
Day, the sun through the curtains, trying to shine its rays upon his face, those were the moments of the silence of himself. Oh wait, the moments were all silent.
Then came the night, the moon, still, like its sun counterpart, visible through the drawn shades. Those were his darker moments. The time for his tears, his swears, screams muffled into his pillows until there was no more air being held in his lungs.
Until finally the dawn, shimmering like a beacon behind those curtains. The screams and tears even out then, and they become muffled sobs and hiccups, until he finally fell into a dreamless few hours.
The rain was the worst, especially if there isn't a storm.
He would go crazy hearing those light splatters on the roof