The Slender GameThe Slender GameThe Slender Game1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"C'mon, play the game, its just a game, nothing will happen to you...."
Summer finally came! Even though I live in Oregon, and its still cold and damp, its nice to have some little sun every once in a while. As I walk out of my home to see my friends near Woodmancy Park.
Hi, my name is Jon Low, I am a normal 19 year old boy with friends and a huge imagination, my friends tend to tell me that I am a wuss and all, but I consider myself brave and strong to prove them wrong. As I continue riding my bike to the park, I can see my friends in the distance. I see Kenny, Melanie, Nichole with Kyle standing next to her, and someone else, as I get closer, I see the other person to be Lianna, my girlfriend, who is visiting me from California. I cannot wait to start this day!
As we walked through the woods, holding Lianna close to me, I can't help to feel something was following us, or well, following me at least. At first I thought it wa
Warriors universe and sizeDear Erins,Warriors universe and size2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
what I would like to know, is the size conversion the Warriors universe uses.
The old (?) ThunderClan camp
You once wrote it had the size of 10 football fields. How can a camp that size be defended and surrounded by a cat-made barrier? How can cats spot each-other and take in all the dens at once, across such vast space? And how big does that make the territories themselves, when the cats can easily travel across several turfs in a day or less?
It's big enough for people to sail/surf on, and to provide for 4 clans each averaging 20 cats. Yet, in one book I read that a cat could spot another one from across the lake. If I remember it right, the weather wasn't in their favor, either.
I've just finished Outcast. How can Brambleclaw carry a cat more than 6 months (I suppose that's what moons mean, and not weeks) old, by the SCRUFF? I have a 9-week-old kitten sleeping on my lap as I write this, and he would be too big for most cats to carry
My Guide. *pokemon creepypasta*My Guide. *pokemon creepypasta*1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scared, tired, cold, wet, and alone. I shiver in the dark, after looking for my lost mother I found a nearby cave and ran inside to get out of the wet rain, it started up out of nowhere too.
I shiver as I try to warm up my hands by slowly breathing into them and rubbing them against each other. I am only a 8 year old girl, I don't know much about the world, I don't know much about anything. I was scared and alone, in this unknown cave far out into the region in the middle of the night surrounded by strange noises and dangerous pokemon.
After listening for over an hour now the fear started to take over me and I started to cry and panic, I try to crawl further into the cave but to no avail, I hid my eyes into my scabbed knees from falling over earlier and cried for a long while. Thats until I heard a small noise, I can't explain the noise I heard, it sounded disorented and yet...playful? Curious? Sad...maybe?
I swallowed down my fear and slowly looked up, at first
Love... Love, is a blanketLove...11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To shield you with warmth
To protect you against the harsh cold of the night
Love is shelter
To hide you from your fears and frights
Love is your very essence
Your being that makes you, you
Love is having someone you care for
By your side
Through thick and thin
Through the good and the bad
Having a person to turn to
When you need help most
Someone who will listen
Someone who will hold you close
And tell you everything is going to be alright
Everything you need
To get through your life
Having that special someone
To sleep with under the stars
Love is you and I
Never being separated
Regardless of what happens...
I love you
And that will never change...
Set me FreeSet me Free8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please take me out,
Take me out of this small cage,
Throw me a ball,
And run with me all day,
Pat my head,
And play with me,
Take me out,
And set me free,
So I can run wild happily...
whatI'll go un noticedwhat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
attempt to stay content, in my loneliness
Love is something unknown to you
I'll continue to miss your innocence
You used to be a different person
I'd go to the past to find you again
What happened to that one I used to know?
Look at what you've become
Short Story Contest EntryChapter 1:Short Story Contest Entry6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The thing about dreams is that they can be hard to separate from reality. In the midst of lucidity, the fear, the passion, the pain, it all seems real. The fear paralyzes you, clouds what you think will be your last thoughts; the passion causes you to commit acts that you would never imagine doing in a waking moment; the pain grips you with an aching force that is impossible to escape… until you wake, with tears streaming down blushed cheeks and breath fighting to escape strained lungs. And, in that moment, that brief second between sleep and wake, everything is muddled. Dream becomes reality, and reality becomes dream for just a fraction of time until everything bounces back into place.
That’s how it is for you anyway. Me? I’m not so lucky. That paralyzing fear, fast-acting passion, and gripping pain refuses to give me relief; the borders between dream and life are blended and mixed like a watercolor painting. When I “wake,” dream and life bec
Why I love art.I may be aloneWhy I love art.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but drawing keeps me company.
I can sketch a cute pup,
and he'll smile at me.
I can make him laugh,
or waggle his tail.
I can draw a person
either young or frail.
I'll create a world of my own
with figures who'll smile at me
They'll talk and dance and sing
and I'll never be alone.
Story of Autumn and SnowflakeAutumn would come home every day from kindergarten and run to her collection of stuffed animals and pull out her very special friend. He was a Blue dragon named Snowflake and he was her special friend.Story of Autumn and Snowflake1 year ago in Drama More Like This
She would talk to him, Have tea with him, watch movies, and of course snuggle in the bed with the small stuffed dragon every night to protect her from the monsters hidden in the darkness beyond her night light.
Autumn grew up till she was in 5th grade. The other little girls who had friends would look at Autumn who was on the swings with Snowflake. They laughed and talked behind her back saying she could never grow up. Autumn was failing her classes because of being distracted by drawing so much, had to go to speech class because she really couldn't talk as much like the other girls, and of course went to the guidance office a lot because she had family and loss problems...
After 5th grade, little Autumn attended to middle school which really scared her.
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stephano. . .
I took in the flames on the wick of the candle as it danced graciously in the surrounding darkness, it giving out the only illuminating glow.
I couldn't resume my dormancy.
What had caused me to break so easily? I had dishonored myself, made myself look like a fool.
I was frail.
But. . . I couldn't shake away the feelings I've had for PewDie. It was wrong, the kiss we shared earlier, but I enjoyed it. I loved the warm feel of his lips against my cool, metallic, golden ones. I craved the feel of his touch, how he held me so carefully. . . so close.
I just. . .
The rustling sound of dead leaves pulled me away from my thoughts, the soft breeze that caressed me sent goosebumps trailing along my skin, causing me to shiver. As I rubbed my arms, hoping for some warmth to reach them once more, my gaze wondered as I watched a form sit upwards, rubbing their head as if they had just slammed it into the cracked stone floor beneath them.
Curious as to see w
FrostbiteNumbnessFrostbite7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t feel my toes and at first I think
It’s just my toes.
I can cover them up.
I can warm them.
It spreads, like fire,
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
That’s funny, I didn’t feel that
Maybe I’ll cover them up too
I’ll warm them up.
I’ll take a nap
Maybe a short rest will make it all better, warm them
What’s that? How long has it been?
My legs… are you still mine..
Why has my breath left me, short?
Has everything but deserted me?
What about you, are you still here?
Are you still with me?
And before I can say goodbye, I think my thoughts are leaving me too –
Smile for me, for youHello againSmile for me, for you7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, not who you were expecting,
But look, I'm smiling, for me
I'm no one pretty, I'm sorry
my smile turns others down
and what sad face I have- they say
Until now it never bothered me- not too much!
But hello again,
I haven't seen you in what seems like an eternity
Do you remember?
We used to sit over there- that's right!
That patch of grass and wildflower, the
swing set we'd sit on at night as children,
looking up to the stars- we'd talk about
how one day when we'd fall asleep forever, we'd be among those too.
I would be a star smaller than yours but we'd be stars together, and
you and I would have our special place, in the sky.
But hello again, hello.
I see you're happy, with her. Not me.
And hello again, why don't you look at me
like you used to?
Like you.. used to.
We'd talk about a family and children- when we were children!
But of course we knew nothing of what or how it actually-
Oh I apologize, I see now why you le
Sick Day A loud squealing pierced through the ears of the young teen. Though he enjoys going to school, today felt different. A loud, powerful thudding was violently rattling his head. Groaning, Yugi weakly reached a hand up to slam the alarm clock on its head to stop it's powerful noise. He could've sworn he heard a voice after he'd hit the alarm, but felt peaceful as the ringing in his ears had stopped for the time being. Absentmindedly, he began falling back into the depths of sleep, completely forgetting he had to get up for school. All he wanted to do at the moment was sleep.Sick Day7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Atem could hear Yugi's alarm clock annoyingly buzzing all the way in Solomon's room, which he proudly took over as soon as the old man left on his trip. The former Pharaoh groaned and stood from the bed still foggy from his peaceful sleep. He made no motion to be quiet as he's feet stormed their way to Yugi's room. Opening the door slightly, Atem spotted Yugi still sleeping and the alarm clock sti
In Dreams, I flyIf I believe I can fly, then let meIn Dreams, I fly8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What does it matter to you if I fall?
If my heart lies in the sky, forget me.
For then I wont remember you at all.
Your love is today, but what for morrow
Your promise is now, but what for tonight?
These lies you speak do fill me with sorrow
But up in the stars, my hopes lie so bright.
In sleeping away the cold December
My slumber lies all my worries to rest.
Inside of me, my heart cant remember
The last time the sun came up from the west
If I believe I can be what Im not
Forget me for life, and the love I sought.
Blowing up- or The Twerk ThreersBLOWING UPBlowing up- or The Twerk Threers5 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Chapter 1- Meet Bloody
"hi i am blody" Bloody took a crap in the sky.
Then she blew up.
Chapter 2- The Funrel
"oh no Bloody ded so ye lets go burry her in the thing" Cookie twerked as she threw bloody's ashes
Everyone was ciring so herd and stuff.
and then Cookie was still twerking and Hallow joined her.
Then everyone started twerking with them to the tune "Get lucky"
Bloody SUDDENTLY burst out of her coffin
"hey bbys" she screamed at them while twerking
"OH HI" everyone was now air humping
Bloody was like no i dont approve and exploded them all with her potato.
She also exploded and died again.
Chapter 3- the after life
Bloody poofed in a world of chocolate and rainbows.
"oh shi" she twerked as she walked around
"hi" a voice stabbed into her face. It was TOM HANKS
"HI TOM HANKS JOIN THE TWERK TEAM!!!!!" Bloody pukes a painbow
"OKAY" Tom hanks started twerking.
The two Twerkers where walking snazzily and then steped on Skrillex
"HI SKRILLEX JOIN THE TWERK TEAAAM" Bloody's as
Marketplace Rp: Nadya, Guil, Robyn, GotyeNadya padded through the thinning crowds as the day’s legitimate business dealings were drawing to a close. She nodded to a vendor as she passed, acknowledging their knowing of each other. As Nadya trod along she conspicuously searched the crowd for familiar faces. Sadly there were none, and a repeat costumer was always welcome: they were more likely to tip better. With a yawn, the female plopped down into her usually corner of the marketplace, watching the flow of the crowd. Her tail began to thump out a steady tempo on the ground beside her, creating a beat. Tapping a fore-paw in the ground so that her nail clicked in time, she watched as a few heads turned towards her. Good, come to me my lovelies. With that thought, she leaped to her paws, letting her scarf billow with her movements. A soft yip announced the start of her dance.Marketplace Rp: Nadya, Guil, Robyn, Gotye9 months ago in Drama More Like This
Dark eyes like gems began to look about the place a familiar scowl growing more and more on her face with each step she took. She hated c
Picked On..Picked On..1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you make fun of me
My feeling you can not see
Tears running down my heart
ripping me all apart
Not on the outside but in
something time can't even mend
Alone Please note I'm not a very good writer... I haven't actually writen anything before... let alone published it to the internet... I just felt Like I wanted to post this :/ I also appologise in advance for spelling and grammar mistakes, and would appreciate it if you didn't critisise them ._.Alone2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
At first it's just a small tug on your heart. Unnoticeable. Easy to ingore.
It will begin to aggitate you, build up. Like pent up emotions crammed into a tiny jar.
You will ache. You begin to feel tired. Unhappy. Stressed.
Everyone is in the way.
You snap at thoose around you. Pushing them away, not letting them help.
You heart begins to feel colder and colder as the days go by.
Family and friends are unneeded and unwanted in your eyes. For at least that's what you think.
People begin to ignore you. Like your just part of the background. Blending in.
You are alone.
The pent up emotions seem to dissapear. Like they were never there in the first place.
Your eyes are dull. Lifeless. Cold.
Special Soups SoupSpecial Soups Soup1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special Soups Soup
They called him Soups. Soups used to live in an unused basement that was accessible via a small window on street level. It was only a few corners away from Soup's favorite restaurant. Many people ate there but not all finished their plates. A very nice chef worked in the kitchen there. Soups liked him because every night after closing time, he would make him chicken soup. Hence the name: Soups. He'd throw some leftover meat – he knew chicken was Soup's favorite – in leftover soup, along with some leftover pasta, rice or bread, and put it outside in a plastic box. Soups loved the leftover chicken soups. It always tasted delicious, but none tasted like the other.
Some days, Soups knew he could afford to wait until evening for his main dish, the soup, to be served, sometimes along with a short pat on the head from the chef's tired hand. But some days, the chef didn't work, so Soups walked between the tables on the terrace looking for guests accidentally drop
Hollyleaf's Insanity Contest! *EDIT*So, I've thought if I should make a contest of my characters again..but instead of that, why not my fanfic?Hollyleaf's Insanity Contest! *EDIT*1 year ago in Settings More Like This
SO, here are the rules-
You have to draw a picture of any scene from the story so far.
Other characters that were NOT included in the chapters so far may not be in the drawing.
You may add an unnatural background, like a purple background and white lights in it, but the character's death or some other scene must be in the background so I can tell what it represents.
You may NOT also add a love scene :l This Hollyleaf I created doesn't love anyone, as you can see.
You may add a dark & different background if you'd like, as long as it represents the scene.
ONE MORE RULE!!! YOU MAY NOT USE LINEART!!! BE CREATIVE!! SORRY!
What I will be judging
You have to draw a picture of any scene from the story so far. Any. Even if it's just a walking scene, but you must tell me what chapter it's on so I can see.
Loss Loss of material things is sadLoss1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
loss of company is hard
loss of multiple things at once?
feels like a stab in the heart.
I'm losing my home.
lost my love.
and none of it is my fault.
but I'm forced to believe it to be.
loss is hard.
so how do we move on?
focus on good things.
things we have.
that's what ill do.
its my only hope.
I have family friends and pets that love me
my health and my future.