Back to School Contest: First Day Szayelaporro Granz slipped out of his street shoes, pulling a pair of slippers from his locker. All around him, students talked, laughed, and generally made annoyances of themselves as they caught up with their ghastly friends.Back to School Contest: First Day2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Senpai! Senpai! Happy first day of school, Senpai!"
He mentally groaned, trying to ignore the chattering twin underclassmen that had appeared next to him. Lumina and Verona had been following him around since their first year.
He took off his white bone glasses, exchanging them for a "normal" pair. The school administration had a thing about masks, and students had to take them off before heading for class.
"Cut it out!" Szayel snapped, whirling on the twins. "I just got in the door, can't the whining wait until Science Club? Besides, I have to get to class."
"But, Senpai... "
Without waiting for the response, the pink-haired student turne
A Little Element of Caring The beat was fast, the drinks were glowing, and Felix loved his life.A Little Element of Caring2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy stood behind the bar, bouncing to the beat and pouring drinks for his patrons. It was a brilliant crowd tonight, the usuals bolstered by an entire crew of Devvilian smugglers who had really gotten into the mood after their first drinks. The horned humanoids were dancing with abandon, or fighting. Felix wasn't really sure which. He knew both involved head-butting each other, at least, and there was plenty of that going on.
A little chime went off in his ear, indicating the arrival of a new arrival. He slid a drink with a smile over to a waiting customer, then danced his way down to the end of the bar closest to the door.
The man that walked in looked like he had come from a very peculiar, active warzone. His black militaristic uniform was stained with blood, though was of otherwise pristine condition, and his purple eyes were bleary from lack of sleep and, or
I'm SorryI'm Sorry2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it is. Right in front of me. I stare blankly at the source of so much anxiety, wondering how a simple baked good can cause so much longing and disappointment. But the cake holds me only so long. The empty room, glowing with little red lights, is the new disappointment. They had asked for a list of friends to be invited to the party. I had given them a list of people I once knew. No one had even bothered to reply.
Liked by no one. A miserable, unlikable loner…
I glare at the cheerfully chattering computer dangling from the ceiling, though it was a memory of her voice, not her voice itself that spoke that phrase in my mind. I turn back to the cake and dig my fork into it, trying to distract myself. My party, my triumph, my victory. Ignore them.
“…but of course he didn’t come because he doesn’t like you. And when we asked that fat girl to come she seemed very put out by the fact tha