Late Night Texts 25(Group Message Sam and Dean Winchester)Late Night Texts 253 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
C: Dean. Sam. We must help the mighty Thorin Oakenshield reclaim his stolen homeland of Erebor.
D: What the hell are you talking about?
S: I meant to tell you this earlier.
S: I took him to go see the Hobbit.
D: Why would you do that?! You know he gets weird ass ideas.
C: Dean, we must go help him. He could die without us.
D: Why should I give a rat's ass?
C: He is a majestic ruler, Dean. His majesticness must be saved for future generations.
D: His what?
C: His majescticness.
D: What the hell?
S: Thorin was pretty majestic. I have to admit that.
C: Then you understand, Sam! We have to go help the Dwarves reclaim Erebor!
S: You know what, Cas, you're right. You and Dean should get ready and be on your way tonight.
D: Sam, what are you doing?
S: I'll even go find you a bow and arrow. You can match wits with Kíli.
D: Sam, what the hell are you doing?
S: I'll pack your provisions.
D: Sam, stop it.
S: I'll even call Gandalf for you.
C: Dean, Sam is g
Proposal"Daddy, why aren't you and Papa married?"Proposal3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was a good question, wasn't it? One answer that popped in Tony's mind was that he never though about getting married. But well, he never thought he'd be living with Captain America or that he would adopt a child. A few years ago if someone said that one day there would be a small 6 year-old boy in his garage watching him work, Tony would laugh so hard he'd probably fall into a coma.
"I don't know, Peter."
"Do you want to marry him?"
Tony stopped to think. Did he want to marry Steve? He already woke up next to him every morning, they took Peter to school together, had meals together, cleaned the house together, told bedtime stories to Peter together. A formal marriage wasn't necessary. But 'needing' and 'wanting' were different things, and Peter asked Tony if he wanted to marry Steve.
"You know, I think I do."
"Why don't you ask him?" Of course Peter would ask that, because Peter was a child and when you're a child things are that si
Allies x Reader x 2p!AlliesAllies x Reader x 2p!AlliesAllies x Reader x 2p!Allies2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"CRAP! ____, RUN!" Your older brother, America or Alfred F. Jones, screamed at you right before he was tackled by his 2nd Player, Allan.
"Sorry, but the doll is coming with us."
Allan had reddish auburn hair that had dark sunglasses resting upon it. He wore a bomber jacket that was similar to your brother's one but it was darker brown. The star was supposed to be yellow was colored red. As a weapon, he had a baseball bat with nailed hammered into it. You saw his red eyes glimpse at you as he fought with his counterpart.
You immediately got up from your seat from the table and jumped backwards just in time to dodge Nikolai's, Ivan Braginsky or Russia, grab. Nikolai was Russia's 2p and had brown hair and crimson eyes. He wore a grey scarf and his coat was colored black with red.
"ARRGHH!" you heard someone scream.
You quickly snapped your head
The Lost Boys Chapter 1 (*Flashback*) I was sitting in the passenger seat...when it happend. While hydro planing. My mother was keeping the wheel steady as possible and an Escalade SUV did the job, we flipped over twenty times. I was hit the hardest. My blood loss was unbelievable. But my scars were far worse, because they were as bad on the outside as I was on the inside. My mother had died that day. I knew she loved me, no matter how much I yelled at her. But I was a positive person and I was able to gain exceptance from my new foster family.The Lost Boys Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had an older borther who was sweet as can be and a brother a little younger than me, he was thirteen: Sam. Michael was 18 and my best friend. Sam was practically my twin. Sam and I were reading comics when Lucy started changing the radio in and out of it's stations. I on the other hand had an mp3 that my recent rich family had given me. Tragic thing was I never was g
ShaunDes drabble meme.Rules:ShaunDes drabble meme.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. We Were So Entangled- Head Like a Kite
The slap of flesh against flesh and ragged breathing from the men on the bed echoed around the room, each one too caught up in each other to speak.
2. Frustration- The Whip
"Hello, Desmond. /Go away/."
The man's scarred lips curved into a frown at that, body shifting so he could easily lean against the surface Shaun's computer rested on. There was something about the computer specialist that drew him in, made him want to irritate him further, push him further, frustrate him further.
"How about.. no."
A strange, amused grin replaced Desmond's frown when the exasperated groan lef
GOW part 2GOW part 28 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Haruko snapped her head towards the stage as music with a royalty sounding theme to it began playing. White petals fell from the ceiling, fluttering down onto the ramp, covering the ramp almost entirely with white petals. Once the last petal fell, Haruko's opponent stepped out onto the stage. The crowd responded to her presence with a thunderous roar of applause. Haruko had to cover her ears to prevent the crowd from making her deaf. Despite how much attention the woman was receiving, she didn't even do so much as wave to the crowd.
"Aaaand introducing her opponent: Marie Belladonna!!"
The announcer introduced. Marie looked up at the ring, slowly walking down the petal-covered ramp. As she slowly trot down the ramp, she looked up to see her opponent: A catgirl in a black bikini. How boring. If she thought wrestling was just for looks, this girl had another thing coming.
"They put you against me???"
She exclaimed with disgust.
"You're not even human! You're disgusting! Oh I swear I'll e
No VacanciesPeter felt a headache building steadily behind his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to close them for a few hours – maybe even a few days. Unfortunately, he was on duty as Supervisor and would be for the foreseeable future; his only replacement was currently vacationing in a parallel dimension after pulling a decade-long shift himself.No Vacancies1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The source of the headache seemed to lack any sympathy for him or his plight. Amazing how a soul could go from satisfied awe to spitting fury in the time it took to apologize and say, “there is no room in the Inn.”
Perhaps a joke hadn’t been the best initial course of action.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but there’s really nothing we can do,” he tried to explain once more, keeping his voice level. “Heaven unexpectedly ran out of housing three days ago. We have construction crews working on it, but demand is, so far, outstripping supply. There’s a waiting list a mile long and it’s gotte
Monsters (1/6)Monsters (1/6)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A new day brought with it another bout of pain, another set of bruises and more long hours of bleeding and sweating under the jungle’s humid canopy. Left , right, back, back, back, right, another right, quick left, quick right…not quick enough. Crack! Bells were ringing in Mycaelis’ head when it collided with a thick tree trunk. The shock of the impact was just as familiar as the pain of splinters digging under his skin.
All familiar and all reoccurring, it was part of yet another training session with his father. For years in the jungle Mycaelis had been beaten down, and for years more he had always gotten back up to be beaten down again.
The cycle was endless and had only but one goal: To destroy who Mycaelis was in order to pursue perfection. A soul was but one of many flaws he had been born with that needed to be remedied. To his father, a soul was an imperfection, a defect, a sickness, one that kept a healthy Charmander like him from reaching his fullest p
Brothers (3/6)Brothers (3/6)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a certain joy for Vagus when he was left home alone. Although being strictly forbidden from moving any further than the meagre boundaries set around the small house, Vagus was able to feel a sense of freedom. The borders of his small world may have not stretched far and wide, but they seemed to stretch a lot further whenever his parents were absent. His shoulders felt lighter now the burden of his father’s disapproving gaze had left him, and his arms seemed more mobile without his mother’s chains of iron discipline. For this short while, he was free, or at least as free as he would ever hope to be.
Vagus turned to his brother, Mycaelis, who sat perched on a nearby rock. The young Charmander was making a freakishly fast recovery since his awakening some hours ago. His more severe cuts had been covered and bruises lathered with ointment. Mycaelis had torn most, if not all, of the makeshift bandaging from his body; his pride simply didn’t allow it to be present
Personified SinDetention was always hell for the teacher that was put on duty for it that day. It always had the same seven kids. They were the seven worst kids at school.Personified Sin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were the seven deadly sins.
Greed was the one dressed as a gangster. He wore a lot of shiny bling, all of which had been stolen from various people. He was the ultimate kleptomaniac. He was every con man's dream. His clearly oversized shirt just barely covered his backside in his sagging shorts. Greed could typically be found stealing from other kids in the room, usually Sloth.
Envy was nothing but a ball of jealousy. She sat in the back section of the room, watching the others. It was easy to tell which one Envy was-she was wearing tomboy clothes, all in different shades of green. She was extremely jealous of Pride for his intelligence. Envy had a very hard time containing her jealously. She usually had to voice it.
Lust was the typical whore-super tiny skirt with a very low cut top. All she ever did was flirt with
Ultimate Birth ControlUltimate Birth ControlUltimate Birth Control4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Sir it seems that our planning for this day was successful. We have identified enough candidates to save the nation."
"Thank you general. Now let's just hope we gain an advantage if China and India misunderstood the recent events."
Mindy had just come home from school and walked in the door with her focus being on her cellphone completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Mindy was really the typical high school student. She did decently in school have a boyfriend and was in the prime of her beauty. She wasn't a bombshell but wasn't far away from being considered one. Her c cup breasts and bubble butt gave her a very sensual look. This was topped off by rich brown hair that she seemed to be able to put into any style.
She looked up for a moment to see her mom standing in the kitchen waiting for her. Mindy had a wonderful relationship with her mom because she was lax and reall
God Is DeadGod Is Dead11 years ago in Humor More Like This
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan
5. DreamsBeads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.5. Dreams7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him he was more and more surrounded by colorful beads.
The pillow was choking him.
65. HorrorWith a title of "Horror," you would expect me to write something of sterotypical horror; the gore and violence, or even zombies or ghosts, that the population's mind is predominantly set to when they hear "horror."65. Horror7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
No, its none of those, I'm sorry to say; but I shall speak of the horror of loneliness surrounding you, while the world around you binds together.
How would that be, for horror in life? How often do we come along loneliness and take it with much disdain? More than we encounter zombies I should think.
Some are taken by this horror much more than others; and I for one start to wonder what happens later on down the road if they let it affect them. I always wonder what happens: do they continue to live by themselves in this world, or do they eventually grow out of it, and move on from the past?
It scares me sometimes, to realize that some of the people close to me, are haunted by this everyday of their lives, having to live in their own world, alone.
44. Two RoadsTwo roads stood in front of me, both signifying either good or bad. On Memory Lane, the road divides, the dark side tempting me with its dark character, leading me into the terrible memories of my past; the brighter side, the one with the fonder memories pulls me away before I can walk into the deep abyss of my past.44. Two Roads7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The dangers of being right...Fundementally, every self believes itself to be ultimately and completely right, true, justified, and complete.The dangers of being right...7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It is not until you realise that this part of your conditioning has not once ever been right about anything, that release is found and the soul set free.
And what a relief to not have to be right...!
Dominion ch 7Saturday, my favorite day of the week. I just love having the whole house to myself for an entire day while my mother spends her day at work.Dominion ch 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sleep in until almost noon, waking up from a long, peaceful sleep free of any nightmares, thanks to taking my little magic pills right before bed. I take another as soon as I get out of bed, just as a preventative measure.
Despite my foggy brain, I crawl out of bed and walk into the kitchen, not bothering to change out of my white t-shirt and boxers. I scratch my scalp through my shaggy bed hair, my long fingers getting tangled in the thick locks, as I peer into the fridge. I take out the container of orange juice and give it a couple good shakes, sloshing the pulpy liquid inside, before unscrewing the cap and gulping down a couple mouthfuls of juice. I dry my lips with the back of my fist before putting the carton back in the fridge.
Several greasy black strands fall over my eyes. I hold a few dark locks up between my fingers and look at them
The outstanding fault of self.Every minds outstanding fault is believing it is completely correct at any given time.The outstanding fault of self.7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Patterns of habit are only realised when the mind acknowledges personal dissatisfaction.
From this, the mind recognizes its own unsatisfactory habits witnessed in others, thus providing the required impartial witness to assist with the identification of self destroying patterns within the self
The Problem with Being DeathThe problem with being Death, Death thought to himself, was that it had a lot to do with boundaries. After all, death itself was really nothing more than a particular sort of boundary, that being, specifically, the one between life and whatever the other thing was. Death wasnt supposed to talk about that part, but he didnt mind, because he really only had a very vague idea of what it was to begin with.The Problem with Being Death8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The problem Death had with boundaries was the part about finding out where they were. Being Death, he knew a little about both sides of the equation, just enough to hover right between the two, but he never really understood where the line was. It couldnt have been too fine, of course, if he could be on both sides at once, but when he tried to make his own theories about just where life became afterlife, he ended up dividing things further and further until he eventually realized that the only logical explanation was that the line just didnt exist.
But he was fair
The VisitorAt the pinnacle of the South Pole, on the very point mapping the end of the worlds axis, there is a hole. Not a big one, just a small, unassuming hole just wide enough for a rather broad-shouldered man to climb out of. And around this hole, over countless years, the wind and snow and the occasional ray of sunlight have worn a sort of funnel into the ice around it, winding down into its mysterious depths with concentric ridges reminiscent of the many levels of Hell so intricately described in Dantes Inferno.The Visitor9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The inside of this hole is kept a closely guarded secret, though no one is sure by whom, and at this particular moment in time the guard of this unassuming yet highly classified place sits at the outermost edge of the funnel on a scarred and splintered old wooden chair.
The task of guarding the hole has been given to a rather youngish-looking but very qualified man named Bezu. Not that the qualifications matter, because the real reason Bezu was stationed in this particul
The Lone FigureThe Lone Figure10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There she stands, all alone. The young woman on the bluff, the wind blows her long hair away from her face as she looks out to see...
Many would see her as lonely, standing there in solitude. But she is content. The wind ruffles her long dress, but she doesn't care... as the loses herself to the ocean's beauty.
Some would see her as sad, with her expression relaxed. But she is smiling inwardly, enjoying the peace that the sea brings her, the soothing sound of the waves relaxes her.
It is here that she is not bound by the rules of society or the frustrations of others. Here she can simply enjoy what the Creator has made. Simply relishing in the moment as the sun cast's it's setting reflections on the vast ocean.
With out a care in the world, she could stand there forever. Watching the waves as the come crashing majestically into the rocks, sending a mystical spray into her face. As she stands there she wishes she could be more of a part of that. Entering the fridgid water and living in
Werewolf psychology June 2014Normal werewolf psychologyWerewolf psychology June 20141 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To describe the normal werewolf mind, imagine a human mind add in a love of meat and the outdoors, hunting, and the constant desire to do something active or productive. Werewolves do get tiered like everyone else and often like to relax and slow down at times too. It can not be too emphasized that the werewolf mind is one mind, human reasoning and wolfish instinct. Often it is a unique mixture between nature and the wilderness of today's modern world. This being said it is important to examine the effects of this mixture.
An important note about instinct. Instinct is preprogrammed response to certain environments or situations. It is not something one realizes before the event, but rather during. It is easier to avoid instinctual action than to change or stop it in the act, but can be stopped with effort.
Logic and reasoning is a good first place to examine the werewolf mind. In observation, most werewolves think in way
The Three Lords, and the FourthOnce upon a time, there were four Lord's.The Three Lords, and the Fourth2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first Lord, a strong man, had an army so great that he could conquer any lands he desired.
The second Lord, a clever man, was so rich that he could outbuy entire cities which he desired.
The third Lord, a man of plenty, surrounded himself in farmlands so vast, his men and himself could eat through five winters, if he desired.
The fourth Lord, a softly spoken fellow with snow white hair, was not alike the other Lord's. He had no grand army at his command, he didn't have chambers filled with gold, nor farmlands stretching two kingdoms. He was a simple man.
One day, the four Lord's were riding together.
"I, have just conquered new lands in the name of the King. Surely that makes me the only man of any real contribution, and therefore the mightiest of us, don't you agree, My Lords? Hahahaha," chuckled the first Lord proudly.
"That is all well and good, My Lord," said the second Lord, "but while you were stealing taking new lands, I was securing