The Very Naughty ListEveryone thinks Santa has just the two lists. You know the ones I'm talking about. The Nice List. The Naughty list. Those two.
Those lists are just as well-known as Santa himself. Everyone is on one or the other. Nothing in between.
Let me tell you something. There is a third list. No one mentions it though. Can't blame anyone either. They don't want on that list.
The Very Naughty list.
You don't just get there by being bad. Oh no. You have to earn your place on that list.
Who am I, you ask? I'm not one of the elves, I'll tell you that much.
In all honesty, I used to be a member of the Vatican. Yes, the Vatican.
Don't look so surprised. It attracts far too much attention. And right now I don't want attention.
You see, they are looking for me.
What do you mean who? The Vatican, that's who!
I stumbled across something I really shouldn't have. Deep below Vatican Ci
Sara and the Lost Swann - Pt 2“Tickets please!”Sara and the Lost Swann - Pt 24 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hang on Harriet,” I announced as I took away the phone from my ear to fish out my ticket for inspection.
The young man with slipped back, light blonde hair wearing the conductors’ uniform checked my ticket was valid, then after stamping it spoke in a monotone Geordie accent, “Here you are luv.” He did the same with Rachel’s ticket, before he continued his duties and I returned to my phone call.
“So why exactly am I being left behind,” Harriet huffed at me down the phone. “I always wanted to visit Edinburgh. I think I may have some distant family up there.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me giving your hair,” I remarked, trying to lighten the mood of our conversation. “You need to stay behind and keep an eye on Eloise Swann. Whatever she’s come back for I don’t think it’s to play happy families.&
Sara and the Lost Swann - ConclusionAfter hours of fruitless struggles I think I must have dozed off, because when I next opened my eyes the sun was beginning to set, and its dying light was filtering in through the half drawn curtains. During my earlier wriggles I’d thought of perhaps trying to reach them and call for help, but then I realised that the window faced out the back of the house. Beside, with me tied up against Rachel like this, how would I even reach it?Sara and the Lost Swann - Conclusion3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I looked at my friend, her face held mere centimetres away from mine. She was asleep too. Amazing how being fighting against ropes and duct tape can absolutely tire you out. We’d spent so long fighting against our bonds with no success. The chafing around my wrists, arms and feet were testament to how hard we’d been struggling. As indeed was my body temperature. Being held this close to my best friend, in conjunction with the warm summer heat, meant I was roasting hot and dripping with sweat.
I murmured through my
Late for the InterviewTakada Miki hurried down the street, doing her best not to run despite knowing that she would be cutting it close for her interview. Her shift at the cafe had gone long due to a last minute rush of customers, and now she found herself trying to traverse the four city blocks to get to office where she hoped she would get to live out her dream of becoming a private detective. Okay, so the interview was just for an office assistant, but being able to work with real life private eyes and learn first-hand from them was too good of an opportunity to pass up.Late for the Interview3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Miki picked up her pace as she glanced at her watch. She was a slim and pretty girl at eighteen, with short, spiky black hair, and had inquisitive brown eyes. She was dressed casually for her time at the cafe in black cargo pants and a tight pink and black stripped rugby shirt that she wore with the sleeves rolled to her elbows and the white collar turned up to fan her slender neck. Over her right shou
Sara and the Lost Swann - Pt 3 “Well that was a nice little chat wasn’t it Sara?” Emerald remarked as she used the hand which wasn’t clamped over my mouth to end the phone conversation with my dad, having just made her demands.Sara and the Lost Swann - Pt 33 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Ggggttt yyyrrr hhhnnndddsss fffffmm mmmggg!” I demanded through her palm, my brown tresses flying as I tried shaking her hand away from my mouth. My hands had been bound palm to palm behind my back with strong white rope, with more looped around my ankles biting against my exposed calves. All I could do was stare daggers at the crime heiress as she smirked irritatingly at me.
“What’s that Sara?” she taunted as cocked her head, pretending to bring her ear closer to my mouth. “Going to make some kind of defiant quip? Some kind of insult followed by a threat about what will happen once you’ve escaped? Go on, let’s hear it.”
She pulled her hand away, and after
Tied Up Just in Time'I' had just appeared in my bedroom.Tied Up Just in Time1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, it wasn't really ME, because I was sitting at my desk struggling to finish my research assignment. The 'I' that appeared out of thin air was older, and taller, and much more curvy than me.
I dropped my pen to the desk and began to rise, halfway between fight-or-flight, but the other 'I' just raised a calm hand.
"Now you're probably wondering what I'm doing here," she said, looking at me with a knowing gaze. She was dressed in a body-hugging suit of some kind, pearlescent and smooth and criss-crossed with glowing lines. Her hair was the same curly brown mop as mine, but with perhaps a few more streaks of gray splashed across it. She quickly examined her outfit, chuckling softly.
"And you're probably wondering who I am."
I nodded carefully. "You're... me!?"
'I' nodded happily back. "I'm you, hun."
Somehow, in the middle of my room, underneath the posters of emo bands and stylized cartoon characters, I was sharing space with a
The Guard Sister's Binding AfternoonHeartsville, home to a loving queen and a more loving princess Ocela. The royal guard who keeps them safe work hard night and day keeping away anyone who might take them away. Though the guard captains are two sisters named Clarissa and Chrissy Oblige. They were loving sisters, very loving sisters who fulfilled their duty perfectly day in and day out.The Guard Sister's Binding Afternoon10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Clarissa was more of a smart bookie female who used her wits and pure personality to overcome situations. While her sister Chrissy was more of a hot headed strong girl who used brute strength to fix her problems. On this day though Chrissy would learn she needs self-control and anger management class.
Clarissa was walking from the castle library after checking out some good bedtime reading material for the princess when she heard a loud shout, a shout from none other than her sister Chrissy.
"Oh no, what she do now?" She wondered rushing towards the sound.
--- 5 Minutes earlier ---
Chrissy was patrolling the hallways, ensuring everything
Bluebell and the Black River Gem - End'If I get out of this, I'm handing my notice in!' Apricot thought glumly as the gremlins roughly tugged on the rope, yanking the conjoined line of hostages forward with a series of muffled squeals. She gasped through the rag in her mouth as the ropes wound about her waist, lower arms and wings constricted her tightly. She gave another experimental wriggle against the knots binding her hands behind her back, but to no avail.Bluebell and the Black River Gem - End3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This job as a servant was proving more trouble than it was worth. It was an honour serving Queen Snowdrop, the pay was excellent and the hours surprisingly flexible. But she'd begun questioning her career choice when during the last Midsummer Ball a deranged Pixie sorceress had stolen her uniform, bound and gagged both her and her colleague Posy, and locked them in a storage cupboard. She'd hoped it had been a one off, but now, once again, she found herself a tied up hostage.
Her light orange hair had tumbled loose fro
Sara and the Madame's Mission Pt.1Sometimes Carrington can be one lovely place to live. In the height of summer without a cloud in the sky, for example, when you can trek to the grassy green hill overlooking the small market town and stay till sunset. There are days, however, when I can’t stand living here. And one particular Sunday morning, as I walked along the high street with a thick canopy of grey clouds overhead and an icy cold wind whipping at my cheeks, I found myself particularly fed up with it.Sara and the Madame's Mission Pt.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yeah, it’s me. I know you’ve probably been wondering whether you’d get to hear another of my stories. As Rachel’s probably told you all I’d been seriously down in the dumps for a month. I’d spent most of my time slobbing around at home studying, playing video games and certainly not showing any interest in girl detective work. In fact, I was certain that the days of the CGDA were truly behind me.
Little did I realise that the events of this Sunday wou
Bluebell and the Black River Gem Pt1"Bet you regret sticking your pretty Nymph nose into my affairs now!" Bitterweed guffawed smugly, watching me struggle with a lick of his flabby lips.Bluebell and the Black River Gem Pt13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"LLLLMMM MMMMGGG GGGGNNNN!" I cried as defiantly as I could, but with a tight white rag over my mouth I didn't sound all that imposing.
Bitterweed, an ugly, white bearded gnome and notorious gangster, seemed to be revelling in my misfortune. "Hard to believe you're the one responsible for putting Bullion away," he snorted. "Equally hard to believe you ever thought it was a good idea coming after the Fungus gang again!"
I too was questioning whether it'd been a good idea. I was sitting on the dusty ground of a meadow on the outskirts of Daffoville, my back and wings pressed against a tall blade of grass. Thick rope made out of green vines were wrapped around each of my wrists and then pulled around the blade of grass, keeping my hands fixed ove
SOS in Space - Log 02SOS in Space - Log 022 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It took a while before the cart finally came to a halt, leaving Haruhi wondering just how big the cargo ship really was.
The cart suddenly pitched to the side, tumbling over. The girls fell out of it in a tangled mess, Haruhi and Mikuru wincing slightly from the impact.
Rabbots surrounded the trio, separating them from each other and pulling them fully from the upturned laundry cart.
Glancing around, Haruhi realized they must have still been in the main cargo hold, with boxes and crates scattered about. The rabbots carried them a few feet, placing them in front of a large storage container.
Its doors slowly opened, revealing a sophisticated computer system within. A hologram projector on the front of it flickered to life, displaying a svelte girl with long black hair that spilled to her feet, clad from the neck down in a skintight bodysuit. The ghostly figure, coated in an ominous red hue, stared dispassionately at them.
Yuki's eyes narrowed slightly, recognizing the design of the mach
Sara and the Madame's Mission Pt.2Slatewood Manor was an impressive building. Even the staff entrance which Vicky and I passed through was bigger than my front door. The kitchen was massive, with arched, stone walls and a red tiled floor. Countless chefs ran to and fro as they prepared the canapés, loudly barking orders to each other. We and the other catering staff were greeted by a dumpy woman called Margaret Tweed, a right battleaxe who pompously boasted about the history of Slatewood Manor (she conveniently omitted any mention of its owner’s business activities). But she outlined our roles for that evening: to circle the room offering canapés and champagne top ups, while picking up any plates and glasses to be washed up. And on no account were we to go into any room other than the main entrance hall and kitchen.Sara and the Madame's Mission Pt.21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I decided to pretend I hadn’t heard that bit.
Vicky and I stayed close, each of us collecting a platter of smoked salmon slices on toast, before enterin
Bluebell and the Black River Gem Pt2 "Parsley Unit, cover the left wing of the palace, Mint Unit, join up with Conker Unit on the river bank. Establish a perimeter and keep it until I give the order. No-one goes in or out of that building!"Bluebell and the Black River Gem Pt23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"And where are the Blackbird Squadrons? I want aerial reconnaissance of that willow tree now!"
"On it Sir!"
Conifer, long serving commander of the Nymph Defence Force, had never hoped his plan for a hostage situation would actually have to be implemented, let alone for the Royal Palace itself. This was a situation that threatened to spiral out of control, but Conifer was a skilled strategist. Now the Elite Guard had fallen his officers were Daffoville's last line of defence, and he was determined to contain and ultimately defeat this threat.
"At what point do we begin the advance?" an impatient captain asked him fro
Sara and the Lost Swann - Pt 1Time was running out. At first the hands on the clock seemed to tick by slower with each circuit, but before Rachel and I knew it we had seconds remaining. We huddled together for support as the big hand went past the hour, and we knew our time was up.Sara and the Lost Swann - Pt 14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the sound of the bell the entire class erupted into an ecstatic chorus of whoops and cheers. Rachel and I were among the group, bouncing on the spot in celebration. It had finally happened. After thirteen years we had just finished our final school lesson. Now, we were officially members of the adult world.
Above the sound of twenty six teenagers whooping our English lecturer Mr Bunton shouted, “OK now enjoy your freedom gang, but remember your A-level exams are only a month away, make sure you revise hard!”
But no-one was in the mood to be reminded of that fact as we all charged outside at full speed. Rachel and I were soon on our way out of the building, practically skipping down th
Tales From the Maid Wars: Episode OneTales From the Maid Wars Episode One:Tales From the Maid Wars: Episode One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Assassination on Koat IV
The building the ground-car dropped Lieutenant Helen Pierce off at was not very impressive; a small, squat brick of concrete and glass tucked in one corner of the large naval base. Certainly not what one might expect for the headquarters of MASA intelligence for the Kieto Sector. Fittingly for such a place, the unassuming building was only the tip of the iceberg. The bulk of the building was actually deep underground in a secure bunker.
The sharp clicking of Helen’s heels against the marble floor echoed in the large lobby as she entered, crossing a large mosaic of the seal of the Multinational Aerospace Space Armada. At the other end of the lobby seated at a long desk was a bored looking security guard. Like the building he worked in, the man’s plain uniform conceals quite a bit. Few would realize the guard was a multi-decorated veteran with three tours of combat duty in the MASA Conquistadors, the fleet&
SOS in Space - Log 01SOS in Space - Log 012 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Captain's Log 804
I can safely report that today has been just as boring as every other day of this past week! I know that as defenders of justice, we should be happy about any moment of sustained peace, but…it's just too dull! I'm going stir-crazy without any action to give us purpose. All there is to do around here lately is teasing Mikuru and changing my hairstyles around, which have both gotten dull with our limited outfit supplies! At this point, I really wish some evildoer out there would get around to…doing evil! Pirate raids! Dastardly alien fleets! Anything to get us some excitement around here!
Haruhi finished typing her rant, dismissing the holoscreen before her. Stern eyes swept across the room she was in as she took stock in her crew.
The rest of Team Haruhi of the Galactic Regional Observation Conclave's Patrol Force seemed to be enjoying the peaceful days, each person sitting relaxedly within the CIC room aboard the Schismatrix space vessel.
Sara and the White DatabaseI have mentioned before that Abigail is quite the talented gymnast haven’t I? She’s not going to be competing in any national competitions, but you’d be hard pressed to find a girl who could do more somersaults then her in the Carrington area. Today she was on absolute top form, and as she took to the floor for her first set of triple somersaults even I could tell that she hadn’t put a hand or foot wrong.Sara and the White Database1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She pivoted on her bare feet, her leotard coloured in green and white (the colours all Carrington Sixth Form College sports teams) sparkling under the lights. As she outstretched her arms for her next run I felt Felicity, seated beside me, inhale deeply as if expecting her younger sister to fall flat on her face as she rotated elegantly in mid-air. She was nearing the end of her routine and she prepared for the final couple of runs. You would never have guessed, looking at how calm and collected the blonde haired girl looked, how shy she normally w
The Peril of Palutena*Warning. Some Kid Icaurs Uprising character spoilers ahoy. This is your one and only warning.*The Peril of Palutena3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Time to move out!" Pit exclaimed as the heavenly doors opened for him to soar right on through. Immediately he was gliding over the fluffy, orange tinted clouds of Skyworld with the wind ruffling his spiky brown hair and pure white angel wings. The power of flight kept him airborne as he was quickly surrounded by a swarm of Monoeyes, who wasted no time in firing a stream of painful purple energy orbs at him.
Pit raised his bow and returned fire on his enemies, not wasting any opportunity to further increase his high score. "So what's the plan Lady Palutena?" he asked as he air dodged a stream of enemy attacks.
Back in her temple in Skyworld, Lady Palutena used her powers as the Goddess of Light to communicate directly with the captain of her centurion guards, while maintaining his power of flight
Saint Vs Sinner - TurnaboutSaint Vs Sinner - Turnabout7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the criminal underworld, there is a profession known as brokers. These people do not commit crimes themselves, but rather look for opportunities, plot, plan and then sell the jobs to other criminals for a percentage of the subsequent profit. These brokers are usually well connected, belonging to a vast network of fences, burglars, bank robbers and kidnappers. The ways and means that these brokers communicate between these criminals is as varied as the types of brokers. Some meet face to face, some call, some send intermediaries. Others, like the broker known as Deva, used more modern methods such as emails.
Sitting in her den, surrounded by glowing computer screens, Deva quickly typed out the conditions of her latest job. Her fingers danced across her keyboard as she finished up her missive, and then pressed the send button. Instantaneously, the email arrived in the inboxes of her intended recipients. With her part done, Deva leaned ba
Kantai Collection: The Rise of Admiral Yu (Part 1)This is a fanfic of the game "Kantai Collection" which belongs to its respective owners. Contains DID/Bondage.Kantai Collection: The Rise of Admiral Yu (Part 1)4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Another heavy shell came screaming from above, announcing its existence only seconds before it wrought destruction on its intended target. The damage this time was minor, but only because the part of the Admiralty building that got hit was already nothing more than a pile of smoldering, rubble. Murakumo struggled to her feet. Only to once again lose footing as the floor shook under further explosions. Amid this deafening chaos was another barely audible sound of a twin 203mm cannon firing from one of the rooms facing the harbor.
“Tenryuu! Tenryuu!” Called Murakumo as she stumbled into the room. Littering the floor were fragments of glass and wood from numerous windows that had been blown in when the first wave of shelling hit. At one of those openings in the wall stood Tenryuu, wildly firing at a line of Abyssal destroyers and cruiser that were making a run
Shadi Coldstone and the Seven ScoundrelsLife at the Strongblood Guild for Young Adventurers was never dull. On any given day the students could find themselves partaking in a host of lessons, given by the highly experienced instructors that Karyn Strongblood had gathered to staff her school. One day could be combat with Professor Rheka Bearclaw, the next ancient lore and legends with Juliet Canzona. They could receive instruction from the sorceress Malice Blackheart, who usually taught magic theory, though today she had decided to have a different lesson. And that was why the twelve young women who made up her class were currently tied, gagged and rolling on the floor trying to escape.Shadi Coldstone and the Seven Scoundrels3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shadi Coldstone was among that group of students, wiggling and grunting as she tried to make her way to freedom. Like all other dwarves, Shadi was short and compactly built, with tan skin and short shock of brown hair, and she was dressed in her usual outfit consisting of a snug fitting grey tunic, hide pants and
Tales of Symphonia: Seagulls Swoop in Palmacosta An unlikely pair of birds flew alongside one another over the seaside town of Palmacostaa robin and a sparrow, winging over the sea, which sparkled blue and so beautiful that even the rays of sunlight seemed to hurry down to Sylvarant for their chance to play upon the cresting waves. Seagulls circled above the marketplace less aimlessly than the robin and the sparrow, scouring for the docks' newest bread crumbs, and one gull swooped and landed only two steps ahead of Colette Brunel, the Chosen of Mana. Its off-white feathers were just a touch cleaner than her boots, which had trod no small share of mud in her travels, and the gull paid her no heed as she smiled and stepped gently out of its way.Tales of Symphonia: Seagulls Swoop in Palmacosta2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Indeed, many ordinary people might have claimed it a perfect day in Palmacosta, and Colette herself would say so as wellbut she was no ordinary person. She wore a blue-edged white dress, long-sleeved and hanging to just over her black legging-clad knees, and though
Alexandra Cross: The Foreign AffairEspionage was a dirty business, but it did have its perks. After all, in what other profession could a woman simultaneously defend her country and attend a posh party filled to the brim with beautiful noble women? Alexandra Cross allowed herself a secret smile as she entered the ballroom, surveying the crowd that had come to honour their hostess, the Countess Sabrina Sassi. Sabrina ruled the city of Paricida, a prosperous city situated on the east coast of Sapphira, and while part of the queendom she considered herself to be relatively independent. Queen Lisbeth tolerated this attitude due to the amount of wealth Paricida brought in, but was always careful to keep a close eye on what the countess was up to. And that was where someone like Alexandra came in.Alexandra Cross: The Foreign Affair1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dressed in a flowing lavender-coloured dress made of fine silk with a lace collar and cuffs, and wearing a long curly blonde wig over her normal short mousey brown hair, Alexandra looked very much the
Search for the Cats Eyes QuintetAvenue de la Rose – ParisSearch for the Cats Eyes Quintet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Corinne tugged on the lapels of her mini leather jacket as the police car zoomed past with sirens blazing, creating a draft which caused her long, black hair to flick forwards. She she continued down the Paris street, watching where she planted her peach coloured patent high heeled pumps so as to not trip over the cobbles. A gang of builders gawped as she strode past, impressed by her slim fitting maroon denim trousers, long sleeved white and red striped top and purple pashmina. She ignored their obvious glances. She had a criminal to confront.
The nineteen year old art student, born and raised in Cannes, had arrived at her part time job at a jewellery store to find that it had been robbed during the night. Only one item had been stolen; a necklace containing five immaculate and massive emeralds, surrounded with tiny diamonds with the straps made out of pure gold. It was called ‘The Cats Eyes Quintet,’ worth over five mil
Mythbusters 2The screen went black, and then masses of grey clouds spewed across the display as the music started to grow in volume and intensity. Eventually, there was a loud bang and flashes of light as the word 'MYTHBUSTERS' exploded across the screen in large blocks of stone. I opened my bottle, sat back and waited I had been told in advance that this edition, on this channel, would be very special indeed...Mythbusters 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The scene opened on an open courtyard, as two men in casual clothing walked into shot.
"Good evening, and welcome to a very special edition of MythBusters, where we reply to questions sent in from our viewers following our Damsel in Distress special from last season. Jack?"
"Thanks, Jeff. Yes, after the show where we explored the Hollywood myths of the damsel, we received a huge mailbox asking us to look at various other myths that have sprung up in this area. We're joined again by our usual assistants s