YW - Seven Short Stories: I, NascenceYour Warmth
Seven Short Stories: I, Nascence
By Black Waltz 0
It was supposed to be a happy occasion. It wasn't, even through a miracle that allowed him to keep his wife.
The past few days had been confusing blur. He hadn't really slept during any of them and if he had it hadn't been intentionally. He was a father now, his wife staying in the clinic as a high-priority patient instead of her usual job as his assistant. Cassie had done well. She had some fairly serious medical history that had made pregnancy, giving birth, or even falling pregnant in the first place very difficult, life-threatening in places, but that miracle had been her ability to fight through it all despite what her husband and doctor or anyone else had tried to say on the matter.
She was a Sylvas, one born from a long line of metalworkers; it was said they had steel in the blood, and while Cassie was arguably more calm and reserved compared to her older sister that toughness was still there, hidden, benea
Your Warmth - Alraune, Ch VThings grew better over time. He wasn't sure how or why it happened, but the pain and the desperation faded over the course of the night and then, when the sun came up miles above the surface Magi had been freed from both his hunger and his thirst.Your Warmth - Alraune, Ch V4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It must have been around eighteen hours since he had separated from his friends or had access to a water canteen. Didn't humans die after a few short days of being deprived of water? Why wasn't he the least bit thirsty now? At least the sound of the trickling stream behind him didn't bother him anymore.
The Underwood had become surprisingly comfortable and he could now see perfectly well in the dark. His breathing was slow yet shallow and he hung from fragile vines that did not discomfort the muscles in his arms. Magi smiled in an unfocused, wistful manner.
‘I wonder if the others will come back for me?' He thought.
The alraune at his side informed him that she thought it was highly likely.
‘I don't know about Darren,
Your Warmth - Alraune, Ch IYour WarmthYour Warmth - Alraune, Ch I5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Black Waltz 0
One fateful day, the worst thing that could ever possibly happen in the dungeon occurred. They lost a team member.
It wasn't like Cyrus, who ultimately met his fate deep down beneath the earth some months earlier; a loss that some parts of the town were still struggling to take. It was an abandonment. Magi's team had fled, and he was all alone.
His adventuring party had been formulated specifically to tackle one select region of the dungeon; a labyrinthine forest that existed under the ground, surviving somehow without the need for light. Mina, the librarian in Adratea had gone through all the botany books she had to find precedent for that sort of thing, but like so many other mysteries in the dungeon the forest remained one of its kind – sinister and dangerous.
Several expeditions into the forest, dubbed ‘Underwood' by Siro who had been the first to explore revealed not much fauna in the way of malicious creat
Your Warmth - Newlyweds Ch IYour WarmthYour Warmth - Newlyweds Ch I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Black Waltz 0
"Well, Magi, do you know what day it is today?" Ravendor asked him from the windowsill, brushing aside the curtains and letting in the light.
Magi looked up from his work. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed surrounded by the tools of his trade, his bow, a carving knife, bones and other various materials. He fletched his own arrows out of resources gathered from the dungeon, he didn't buy them, and though this meant quite a bit more work for him each and every week he found it more of a hobby than anything else; something to be enjoyed. He had been in the middle of feathering an arrow when Ravendor had spoken to him.
"What day?" He repeated. "Isn't it Sunday?"
While that was technically true it wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Ravendor smiled at the other man, taking out a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his jeans. It looked quite old, like it had been sitting on a shelf or in some ledger for quite some t
Unrequited Love...Once upon a time one day,Unrequited Love...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was walking down the street in May,
And as I was thinking about things faraway,
I remembered the fun I had one day.
I remember a girl, a very lovely girl,
When I saw her, my head started to whirl,
I remember her adorable talking style,
As well as the way she made me smile.
It was that day that I had fallen,
And it was that day my love had befallen,
From that day, every second felt like it was stolen,
And my pain had started to become swollen.
As it turns out I was alone with my feelings as one,
And I was hoping for a chance from her to be one.
So I was a fool for my precious one,
For she did not care for me as a loved one.
However time passed, and I saw my mistake,
I shouldn't have let myself that path to take,
There's nothing lonelier than a single glove,
Except for an unrequited love.
And so I reached the end of my walk,
My mind had faltered once anew,
As I concluded with one last remark:
"With this, my love, I say adieu."
Mr. Pashmina ScarfYour neck looks a little lonely there soMr. Pashmina Scarf5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make the lovey dovey eyes and
try a pick-up line.
(Don't you know I have candy in my car?)
I'm the softest kind of strangler,
I'm not a crime scene, nor a threat on your life,
But I do steal hearts.
It's a hobby, really.
I'm a one size fits all personality,
And our friend the price tag won't tell your parents.
Her friend, the receipt, will keep it hush hush as well.
I'm all yours.
You hate to love me but there's no denying
It's mutual attraction, baby.
I'm in your personal space like a heavy breather,
But you'll have to untie me first.
I hang on like a toddler,
Hug you like a grandmother.
I match those eyes of yours too.
Why are you untying me?
You just need to tighten me.
Can't deny a love like ours.
You had a dangly chain there;
I took care of him.
Now they can't see your religion
Naruto 632 thoughts [spoilers]I don't care what everyone thinks...Naruto 632 thoughts [spoilers]2 years ago in Personal More Like This
but I personally ADORED Naruto 632.
Everyone bashing on Sakura because of shit I don't understand and calling her useless and I just ???
Did you read the same chapter I did? The girl is clearly not useless at all.
She fucking destroyed a juubi's "clone" thing with one punch. And yes, she had the Ying seal and shit but still.
Besides, people are forgetting that Sakura did tons of shit with only half of her chakra because she was concentrating it on her forehead.
She killed Sasori with only half of her chakra ffs (yeah sure Chiyo was there but she didn't had much role in the fight).
I think that shows she is really strong.
She's even on the S-Class level and you can't deny that.
My homegirl has grown up so much and I'm so fucking proud of her.
This chapter ruled.
I also had tons of Sasusaku feels thoughout the chapter(latest chapters gave me this feeling but today was stronger). I mean, he smirked and shit when sh
Night of the Monster: Part 4Night of the Monster: Part 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Night of the Monster
"There you go, ladies! Happy Halloween!" an elderly man said with a kind smile as he gave his visitors a candy bar each before closing the door. The strangely-dressed duo thanked the man and left the house's porch to make room for equally odd-looking children. The larger woman from the two, a cat-girl wearing a dark vampire dress, stopped to the front yard gate once they had crossed the yard neatly decorated for the season.
"Man, we sure have managed to haul a good deal of candy tonight. Don't ya think, Lilah?" the vampire cat-girl said with a gleeful grin as she looked at her dark-skinned elven friend dressed as a succubus.
"I agree, Nyka." Lilah replied taking a glance into her own candy bag. It hadn't been long since they separated from Anyssa and Evie, and already Nyka and Lilah had visited a few houses with
Night of the Monster: Part 5Night of the Monster: Part 54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Night of the Monster
IN THE LAIR OF THE BEAST
Slowly her mind returned back to reality. Stinging pain escorted the cat-girl awake and Anyssa opened her eyes with a quiet groan. Stars bustled in her vision as she tried to look around and for a moment everything was but messy blur. Anyssa closed her eyes and tried to rub the sore spot on her head, but to her surprise she realized she couldn't do that. Her hands were firmly tied behind her back with torn bed sheets and the cat-girl was lying on the floor of a bedroom, and her feet were bound together also. Anyssa frowned and jerked her limbs, testing the durability of her bindings. They were fixed tight, she had to admit.
"Hey, are you awake?" a voice asked suddenly startling the young woman and quickly she turned towards the black blob sitting in the opposite corner of the room. She relaxed some as she recognized the voice as her friend's "Oh, it's you, Evie
Night of the Monster: Part 3Night of the Monster: Part 35 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Night of the Monster
It was evening. The sun had dived below the horizon several hours ago and darkness had fallen over the suburb. Moon shone in the sky, bathing the roofs of the homes below with pale light. Rows of streetlights tried to keep the darkness at bay, spotting the streets with small sanctuaries of light for those afraid of the dark. They didn't scare the small creatures that roamed the streets that evening, though. Goblins, vampires, witches, mummies, werewolves, even some skeletons walked the streets. Be they lonesome or in groups, these creatures wandered from house to house crossing yards that were only lit by pumpkin lanterns with wickedly carved faces. What betrayed the appearance of the scary-looking beings were their voices, and at each strangely decorated house the monsters called out "Trick or treat!" with voices of children. The wicked-looking decorations seemed to have little effect on the creatures, leaving the inhabitants no
Night of the Monster: PrologueNight of the Monster: Prologue5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
NIGHT OF THE MONSTER
An alarm clock buzzed loudly, filling the silent bedroom with its annoying sound. For a moment it kept going on with its artificial warble until a hand reached out to lazily punch a button on the clock. The alarm fell silent immediately, and the hand flopped limp over the edge of a bed that stood right beside a small night table where the alarm clock was. The blanket on the bed shifted and a lock of red hair crept out. A forehead followed soon along with a pair of closed eyes. One of them opened just slightly, looking for something nonexistent in the dark. An irritated frown formed on the brow and the head slid back into the warm safety of the blanket.
Five more minutes a tired voice mumbled and the blanket shifted again. Suddenly the room was full of noise again. The hand darted to the alarm clock, pounding the beaten machine. It did no good, though, as it wasn
They're Coming For Us NowThey're Coming For Us Now5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was walking home after band practice. My mom was supposed to give me a ride, but big surprise, when I'd called she'd been too wasted to drive anywhere. It had just been a normal day.
I remember thinking about how there weren't many people out. This was normal too, as it was around 9 pm and the streets cleared early in Tilder. The Maine air was cold and crisp, and no one wanted to be out for that.
My steps quickened, as did my heartbeat. Though it may be normal for no one to be out it still gave me the creeps, and I wanted to get home as soon as possible. Unfortunately for me, my house was on the other side of town from the high school, and I walk rather slowly anyways.
I heard slow, dragging footsteps behind me. Assuming it was just another person I didn't look around and kept walking. After all, at this time who could have guessed what was coming?
I heard a low moan from almost directly behind me. "What the ?" I had barely gotten it out when the figure behind me grabbed me by t
Your Warmth - Alraune, Ch VIOf course, the alraune was not blind to the encroachment of enemies on her lands.Your Warmth - Alraune, Ch VI3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was too… permanent to venture very far beyond the border of her cavern, and beyond the Underwood she could only guess of the hostile world out to harm them, but she was not unaware. She had eyes and ears in the forest, servants and monsters alike, and through them she waited and watched for the humans to return.
They would come to rob her of her prize; that much she was certain. The human-suitor had said so himself. The tall one with the blade would return to them, and so too would the one with the instrument that created painful sparks and smoke in the darkness. If the little one came back, the one that smelt so strongly of fear… well. It had been a long time since she had been able to feed.
She had almost fed on the human-suitor instead, but he had shown traits to her that were too desirable to be digested. He was asleep now, hanging beside her, building up his strength for whe
Parasite Egg: Chapter OneRotten Egg, the newest club in the strange town of Tumm City. Only a week into the life of this odd little hangout and it was absolutely bumping with patrons. A masterpiece of a city's seediest enjoyments. Neon lights flashed brightly in the windows, accenting the underground look of the place. It's appeal stretched from punks to goths and Rotten Egg had just the right mix of imagery and music for wide recognition.Parasite Egg: Chapter One4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shannon was no punk rocker chick, hell, she wouldn't even go with light goths. Shannon's reasoning behind entering the club was simply to feel hip. She was only 20 years old, but something seemed to nag her mind about being separate from the cool crowd since she left High School. Her brown hair was short and spunky, adding a bit of a pixie look to her. That was about the only thing she had in common with the "Punk Bitches" as they were known around the town. The Bitches didn't bring up a single word of dissatisfaction over their name as they seemed to enjoy the label.
Your Warmth - Familiarity Ch VIThree more days passed with no sign of her missing friend before Mara Rhinehardt was able to work up the courage to do something about it.Your Warmth - Familiarity Ch VI3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was certain that if Magi did come back he would visit her home and say hello to relieve her of her worries, and the fact that he hadn't done that yet proved to her that the archer hadn't returned to Adratea. She didn't even need to bother anybody at the inn to find that out.
Mara also hadn't seen Ravendor since they had had that brief conversation near the woodpile outside of the inn the other day. In some semi-conscious way she was trying to avoid him as well; it seemed like he had enough problems of his own and he wasn't presumably great company right now, as Darren and the other boarders of the inn were so eager to say. Mara liked to think that she could help anybody with their problems but the innkeeper was just beyond help right now, not in any manner that she could fix.
But Mara could empathize with him a little because she had fallen for
Night of the monster: Part 1Night of the monster: Part 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Night of the Monster
"Come on, Nyka!" a young woman called to her friend. The black-haired cat-girl stood at the base of stairs leading up and waited for a response. The black tail twitched impatiently and the woman's sky blue eyes were fixed on the top of the stairs. "The others are already waiting outside! My car's still warm, too, so get your big butt down here so we can go!" she added with a little smirk. A blink of an eye later the desired person appeared on top of the stairs, her head peeking over the rail.
"Can I get five more minutes, Evie? I can't find my gloves anywhere " the blonde head said with apologetic eyes, vanishing out of sight before a reply could be phrased. Puckering her lips up the waiting cat-girl frowned and tapped her foot on the floor. Sure, have your five minutes then, she thought and waited slightly irritated. Her ear twitched as someone cleared his throat
it's tomorrow in australia,hello, take yourit's tomorrow in australia,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bruised knees and
a seat next to me.
pull a summer dress
from the last hanger
in the closet, and dance.
take your blue eyes
and your freckles and
don't worry; smile.
wave goodbye and
know that it is okay if
you cry, just for tonight.
take a gold pocket watch from
your father's old chest and play
piano with it tied to your wrist.
because tonight you are the
timekeeper and the dancer,
and the summer and the winter.
tonight is the first warm night
since i can't remember, and i
just want you to feel better.
YW - Darren Sandwich Ch IYW - Darren Sandwich Ch I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Black Waltz 0
"Well congratulations, BW. You're pregnant." Warren said at last after coming out from the back room of his clinic, where he did most of the pathology part of his work. He seemed a little confused.
BW, who had been sitting down on one of the beds in the ward at the time was almost knocked to the mattress by Sera throwing her arms around the other girl. She squeezed BW tightly, then realized it probably wasn't a very good idea anymore and relaxed her hold a bit. "Did you hear that?" Sera asked as if the mage girl hadn't just been in the room seconds ago. "I knew you weren't sick! I just knew it!" She proclaimed.
Compared to Sera BW appeared a little more subdued. It had been big news, monumental news, but she did seem happy. "So that means I'm not allergic to pears after all?" She asked. Zagtakh had given her a small box of them as a gift from when he had been trading one town over and they
AtV - Growing UpTales of the VoidAtV - Growing Up6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A Short Story By
Black Waltz 0
Tana stood in front of the mirror and examined herself very carefully, finding nothing and yet everything wrong with her reflection.
She was small, with short black hair and the body of an eight year old child. She was wearing her blue dress today, but with a jaunty cap which almost made her look a little bit taller. Across the room, there was a wall vandalized with many different coloured chalks; lines stretching from a quarter to almost one half of the ceiling. Tana rushed over to it and stood up straight under the markings, heels to the junction of wall and floor and remembering to keep her back nice and straight. She reached an arm up and with an awkward twist of her hand she added another horizontal line to the throng.
Moving away from the wall she turned around and regarded her work. The white line had overlapped with another line, and another and another. This didnt surprise her. It was t