Once I Knew a GirlOnce I knew a girl named Eve. She was short and skinny and wore glasses, and everywhere she went she was all elbows. She mispronounced her R's and climbed trees barefoot and saw fairies where others only saw fireflies.Once I Knew a Girl5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Eve loved to read. Stories clung to her like velvet. Her bedroom was an Eden cast in mint green and populated by books new books, old books, books with all the secrets of the world hidden inside them.
She brought her love to school with her: sometimes, the teacher would send her out into the hallway for reading during class. Haha, wouldn't want us to actually learn anything in school, we used to joke.
There were those who hated Eve for being the way she was, and she despised them in turn. She hated openly; there was never any secret of her contempt. It was a good system.
Eve loved to create. She wrote and sewed and sculpted, she dreamed up places and people too large for real life. She played and mimicked and invented. She was a stickler for accuracy and a
The Search of the HummingbirdOnce there lived a hummingbird who loved to gaze at stars.The Search of the Hummingbird3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She breezed through days, awaiting the rolling summer nights, which unfurled like fresh-paved highways.
"Hello, star," said the hummingbird one evening. "You are the loveliest sight in the world."
"I am not a star," replied the tiny light. "The stars are what you see hanging there above you, far overhead. The stars are not real. They are the past, the once-was, the no-longer. I am a firefly. We are the now."
"I never knew," marveled the hummingbird. "Tell me more."
And so the hummingbird and the firefly conversed until the dawn. The next night the hummingbird returned, and the night after, and after again. They talked of air and earth and all between, of stalks of wheat and distant thunder.
"How do you know so very much?" asked the hummingbird.
"It is not I, but the light within me, that knows," said the firefly. "Light knows. Darkness also knows. It is the spaces in between which do not know."
"I, too, wish to know," said the
Jack Frost x Reader - Chp 3 (Final Chapter)Jack Frost x Reader - Chp 3 (Final Chapter)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You realise you had probably passed out on the way to Pitch’s lair because you didn’t recall the journey at all and when you came to you found yourself shackled to a stone wall in what looked like a dungeon. You are hanging by your wrists, and seeing as you had fainted, your full weight had pulled on your wrists. Now they were agony and as you managed to force yourself to your feet, you feel the agony in your arms from lack of blood circulation and you wince, gritting your teeth as you try to bear the feeling. Your wrists are shackled at head level so you try raising one arm, letting the blood flow before leaning to the other side and raising the other arm. Once the feeling is back in your feel better but the cuts in your wrists from your weight seemed to hurt a lot more. You bleed from a few of the small cuts but it’s nothing to worry about.
You then take your time to observe the room around you. You can’t help but feel nervous, even terrified, knowing you are
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
Breeding pt3After the police and the ambulance crew left John sat in the dining room with a glass of whisky, Stiles sat that there with Derek’s jacket around him and his own glass of whisky in front of him, Derek proud himself a glass “Where is your uncle Derek?” the Sheriff askedBreeding pt32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“He’s with Cora?” He said with confusion as he took a drink
“Call him I need to talk to him.” He said Derek just looked at him oddly, but pulled his phone out and called Peter
“Dad?” Stiles asked because the last thing Stiles wanted was that perverted wolf, John looked at him
“Stiles go and have a shower.” The teen looked at him and then looked shyly down at his feet
“I don’t want to go up there alone.” He said hugging the black leather jacket close to himself,
“Your won’t be.” Stiles turned around to see Scott standing there, Stiles let out smiles and hugged him “Come on you stink.” He smiled as he hel
KHR: Fran x Reader - NightKHR: Fran x Reader - Night3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sighed softly as you looked out on to the Varia's garden from a balcony. 'Why is there even a garden? No one here really gardens. . .Maybe Lussuria? Probably. . .' You thought as your mind continued to wander aimlessly.
Light footsteps were heard until a figure stood next to you. Neither of you spoke. The air was cold and calm. The moon's light making it look like a patch of forget-me-nots were glowing. Suddenly your companion spoke up.
"Your insane [Name]-senpai. It's 3 AM, and cold. Insomniac." Fran said casually. The moon lighting his emotionless face.
"Your up too, you should have gotten a jacket, and yes I am." You said, mesmerised by the beauty of the flowers below.
"That's not nice [Name]-senpai. Especially to the person you love." Fran muttered into your ear, his arms wrapped securely around you body. You scoffed, snuggling into his chest, he was warm.
"Hey Fran? Would you?" You asked knowing what he would do.
"Of course, senpai" And with that being said, he pushed you off
Greyback WolvesIntroGreyback Wolves8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Deep inside the northern forests, in a time when humans didnt exist, the forest of the world were run and fiercely guarded by wolves. But these wolves werent the ones you and I know of, they were a special kind of wolf, more agile, quick and fierce. They guarded their territory with extreme force, but our story begins with a certain clan of wolves, the Greyback wolves of the Northern Forest. It was said that the Greyback wolves were exceptionally skilled hunters and trackers, and no one dared to say otherwise. Yes, it was true each generation had some puppies that had exceptional speed, intelligence and strength. Those puppies were taken aside wether their parents liked it or not and were raised by the Alpha of the Greybacks: Aglacia. With her, they were trained to fight, guard and defend the clan and its members. Puppies that were chosen usually spent all of their time training and working to improve their already amazin
The Devil Smiles: Part 1I.The Devil Smiles: Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first memory I have of my older brother is of him fishing me out of a pool. I don’t remember if I jumped in or if I was pushed—all I remember is I couldn’t swim and I was thrashing around thinking I was going to die, when out of nowhere, I felt someone grab my arm and pull me, coughing and choking, to the surface. “It’s okay, buddy,” he said. “I gotcha.”
The memory’s remote. Nothing comes before and nothing comes after until years later. I used to suspect it was just a dream, until my brother brought it up. He was on a date and I was sitting in the backseat of his car because our parents made him take me with him, and when he stopped at a stoplight, he turned to his girlfriend who was riding shotgun and said, “You know, I saved Aiden’s life once.”
His girlfriend looked back at me like she didn’t know whether or not to believe him, and he caught my eye in the rearview mirror and said, “Ain’t
Shackles Pt.2DRARRY SLASH You no like, you no read! Draco/HarryShackles Pt.23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Draco unlocked the other, disentangling himself from Potter at the same time so as not to end up being dragged down by Potter's full weight. Potter landed and stumbled, while Draco swung back and forth above him. Draco reached up and grasped the chain above the manacle, pulling himself further up to put slack in the chain. He grasped the chain with his manacled hand so that he could unlock it. When it popped open, he let himself tumble to the floor.
Potter caught him, strong arms wrapping themselves around his back and holding him up. For a few moments, he was engulfed in warmth, feeling the material of Potter's cloak against his cheek and the solidness of Potter against him.
"I'm okay," he said weakly.
Potter unclasped his arms and pulled back, lifting up Draco's damaged wrist. The other one was scraped, but the one Potter was inspecting had puncture wounds in it. Gritting his teeth, he turned his wrist over, examining the woun
Love is...Wooing her with your accent -UK X You-Love isLove is...Wooing her with your accent -UK X You-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wooing her with your accent
England sat in a chair, drinking his afternoon cup of tea. In a flash, __________ appeared, sitting criss-cross in front of him. "What do you need, love?" You squealed. "Your accent is so-o cute!"
England blushed. "Y-you think my accent is cute?" You nodded. "Talk more!" He smiled.
"If that's what you wish, poppet." _________ squealed again, and England's smile morphed into a smirk.
"Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" With the accent and the hotness, your face turned a deep crimson hue, signaling that you might just have a fangirl overload. This just drove England on.
"You know love, maybe you and I could go out somet-"
"Hello, Artie!" America yelled, slapping him on the back. "Bloody hell! Alfred, you wanker!" England yelled. __________ giggled like a schoolgirl at his British insults.
On thin IceHis skates cut fresh groves into the ice as he gained speed, the soft rhythm of a song playing in the empty rink, echoing its beats in time to the skater’s feet. He spun, once, twice, and then gracefully glided into another loop, carving his routine into the frozen glass.On thin Ice1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki’s mind was at one with the song, his breath barely past it’s normal rate as his body moved with the music, frost flying as he neared the final seconds. The song was near its close, and he prepared his body and mind for the final leap.
The last chord hung in the air as Loki’s skates left the ice. His body twirled in the air for the span of a heartbeat, and a rare smile crossed his face as his body spun, first one skate slamming into the landing, and then the second.
He’d done it, he’d landed it, and someone was watching. His heart skipped a beat in surprise, and his skate caught in a track, and he felt himself stumble as the song went to static, the music done. With a startled c
I'm Anti FeministI’m antifeminist.I'm Anti Feminist1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
No, not because I’m a “woman hater” or in terrible self-denial, but because I’ve seen feminism, through actions and spoken word.
I’ve seen how the word ‘feminist’, or ‘feminism’, causes many to turn away in disgusts or to roll their eyes in a ‘here we go again’ manner.
I’ve seen the hypocrisy.
“We are not man haters.” Yet you slander the title of every man who dare rises against you, even with by hard work, he’s earned his position. You verbally assault, then play society’s victim, it’s getting old.
“We want equality.” Really, or do you want to be on top, do you want to rule the world? The word equality, is derived from the word ‘equal’. How can you scream for equality when you don’t even know how to be equal yourselves?
Learn to practice what you preach.
How can you force your beliefs onto someone when you don’t even li
Show Her You Can Dance Chap 1Show Her You Can DanceShow Her You Can Dance Chap 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His eyes darted across the console, something wasn't right in the readings. Every scan made came up with unknowns. The mystery ship left a feeling in the pit of Joker's stomach. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
"Cruiser has changed course. Now on intercept trajectory."
"Can't be! Stealth systems are engaged," Pressly countered. "There's no way a Geth ship could possibly-"
"It's not the Geth! Brace for evasive maneuvers!" Joker's hands darted across the controls in a desperate attempt to dodge the oncoming attack. He had made the Normandy dance out of danger, he could do it again. There was no way this new enemy could tell him otherwise. At least that's what he told himself. Trying to keep his nerve, Joker barked status reports and orders to anyone nearby. Only when no one answered him, did Joker look back and finally realize the scope of the damage done to his beautiful ship. The only thing between him and oblivion were the kinet
The boy on the bedThe boy on the bed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was hurt, bad enough for him needing the hospital he had cuts, slices, bruises twisted joins and broken bones and blood, Scott had carried him to the hospital after he and Derek ran to him, after Gerard Argent and a few of his friends had kidnapped and tortured him, the last Scott knew Derek and the rest of the back went into full on pissed of wolf killer mode, back to the boy on the bed Scott sat there where he has been for the last couple of days , he knew that Stiles' dad was gone for a couple of days and will be pissed to find out his son in hospital but the news was good if he was respondent tomorrow then he might be able to go home and be on bed rest.
The next day couldn't come quick enough for Stiles or Scott, they left the hospital and slipped into the car, Scott drove down the road "H Hey that was my turn off Scott?" Stiles said as he watched the next turn off fly pass
"Sorry ma dude Alpha orders and I for once agrees, you're going to stay up at th
Secrets I keepBellatrix stood looking at her son, he had grown in a wonderful young man, she was proud of him but this moment in time didn’t make her happy, Voldemort staggers, he weakening and looking more and more like he use to be, he looked towards Harry and smiled it sent horrid shivers down his body. He looks towards Luicus “It’s time, I can no longer keep myself alive.” He saidSecrets I keep2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I shall have Draco ready for you my Lord.” There was a wince in Draco’s face at what he has be told to do
“No Harry will take his place.” Voldemort growled, the young blonde’s face light up with happiness, Bella shook her head and stood in front of Voldemort
“No My Lord please, not him.” He pleaded, to anyone else it sounds like a love sick woman begging the man she love not to leave her for another, but between Voldemort and her it was a silent begging for her Lord not to harm her son, the red eyes looked at her with mixed angers, he waved Luicus
Prisoner or Prince 2First Luicus did was to get a midwife, he found the best he could she was a witch who works in the muggle world the woman was less then please to be taken from her home in the middle of the night, and she was less than please to see the state her new patient, he was to think and a emotional wreck, she sat by the dark hair teen’s side “Harry I am Julie Lee, I am going to be your Midwife and your friend, what can you tell me how fair along you are?”Prisoner or Prince 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I’m 5 months.” He tells her, she asks him to raise his shirt and she did a scan and shows an image of his child
“He?” Harry asked looking up at her blue eyes
“Yes he as in a healthy baby boy, you should be proud.” She said softly, Harry started crying as the Julie pulls him into a hug and let him cry it out on his shoulder.
When Lord Voldemort walked into the room to see how Harry is and their child “Ah Miss Lee thank you for coming here to lo
Slytherin Family:Chapter 6: A magical primary schoChapter 6: A magical primary schools and any day nowSlytherin Family:Chapter 6: A magical primary scho2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2 months later
Harry walked into the drawing room, where he found Salazar and Voldemort sitting and drinking tea with cakes, the dark hair teen raised an eye brow as he rests his hand on his 5 month bump that look bigger as he was carrying twins. Harry looked at them blankly “Should I leave if you talking business?” Harry asked, the long hair vampire turned around to see Harry and smiled softly at him as he held out his hand
“No love come here, I would like you to met my childe Tom Riddle.” He said, Harry took Salazar’s hand as was lead over to the sofa
“We met.” Harry hissed as he was pulled into the set next to the long hair vampire
“I am aware.” Salazar amused, with a smiled as he kissed Harry in the lips the teen kissed him back
“Harry.” Voldemort said
“Tom.” Harry replied coldly as he picked himself up a cup of tea. Tom watched the teen as he sat there
Spain. Without Romano 6 Romano stood there, shocked. Spain had found him and he had nowhere to run. This was a nightmare. He could stay here and listen to his bullshit, or run away and hope he found a way out. The later was sounding better to him.Spain. Without Romano 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hi, Roma..." Spain said, trying to sound cheerful.
Romano just glared at him. "What the hell do you want, you bastard?" he said, thinking of a way he could get past him and into the maze.
Spain put on his most sincere look and approached Romano. "I just want to say, I'm sorry... I neglected you and I shouldn't have done that. I promise I won't do it again! Just take me back, please."
Romano scoffed and stood up from the chair, crossing his arms. "I'm supposed to believe that crap? I bet someone else had to tell you what you did wrong! You're so thick-headed that you didn't even notice you were neglecting your own lover!" He said,
Prophecy Moon pt3The dark hair teen woke up on his own bed, he turned over and looked at the wall remembering what happen Luicus killed Draco, sitting up he rubbed his eyes “Dimmpy.” He called out, a popping sound filled the room and a house elf bowedProphecy Moon pt32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Dimmpy is here to serve Lord Harry Potter.” He said the green eye teen rubbed his eyes again
“Can you get me cup of hot chocolate please.” He asked, the blue eye elf nodded
“Yes Lord Harry Potter, can Dimmpy get you anything else.” Harry thought for a moment
“Yes can you tell Lord Voldemort and Lord Luicus I wish to speak to them, but tell them after I had my hot chocolate and bath.”
“Yes Lord Harry potter.” Dimmpy said before popping away, Harry stood up and walked over to the bath room and waved his hand turning the taps on.
An hour or so later Harry found Luicus and Voldemort sitting on his bed; he gave a short growl and walked over to the dresser “You wished to talk to us?&
the REAL first kiss.The sun shone through the kitchen window pane. Dust particles floated down in the streams of light. He stopped at the kitchen doorway and took a long look at the woman standing in front of him. Her back was turned to him and she was staring out the window to the pastures. She was so motionless; he worried for a split second that a body binding curse had been cast upon her. But then he took a step towards her and the wooden floor creaked beneath him. Her head dropped, and she slowly turned to face him.the REAL first kiss.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked at her face. The kind, brown eyes were red and wet. The warm red hair was unkempt. And the lines on her face that told so many stories, stood out more pronounced than ever. The plump womans face broke and she began to sob. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. He was so tall that she could rest her head on his chest. He couldnt hear her cries, but he could feel her body heaving as her hands scrambled for a piece of his shirt. He held her tightly until she finall
Shepard's ArchangelFor aimo- thanks for keeping me going throughout the weeks of darkness by simply being awesome!Shepard's Archangel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever wonder what happens if the GAME OVER screen appears for the player, but time was allowed to continue? FemShep/Garrus and ME2 spoilers!
Shepard crouched behind one wall, glancing out into the adjoining hallway for any sign of enemies. Her knees ached from the constant need for cover, but it was a necessity with the constant barrage of bullets.
Behind her, Garrus and Mordin moved with enough efficiently to make her think she was alone in the deserted hospital. All this trouble for Mordin's former assistant, but she couldn't say no to a life in danger. Besides, Mordin had given so much for the success against the Collector's that she couldn't have said no. He needed this as much as she needed him.
Exhaling sharply in relief, she tentatively shoved away from the wall and began inching along the cool rock walls farther into the destroyed building.
"Hospitals." Mordin grunted, swivelin
On the sofa 3Stiles sat at the Hale house, lying down on the sofa where Peter had his ear on his head “This isn’t creepy at all!” Stiles said dramatically as Peter sits up and smiled at him before he rests his hand on his stomach “Peter get you hand off me.”On the sofa 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Nooo now hold still.”
“Well?” Derek asked
“Well what? Stiles is up the duff what more do you want to know?” Peter smirk as he pulled his hand off the teen’s soft stomach, Stiles grumbles and pulls his shirt down
“But how Peter I want to know how?”
“Well let’s see you put your cock into his arse…”
“FUCK SAKE PETER TELL US HOW I GOT FUCKING PREGANT WHEN I AM A BOY!” both Derek and Peter looked at Stiles with wide eyes, the teen’s eyes were bright purple, he cried as he stood up
“Well Derek you have you answer now right?” Peter said, Derek nodded as he looked at the his mate
“Derek?” Stiles w
STP-We're Coming Home AgainTo New York, this Sunday was just like any other Sunday. It just so happened to be the 10th Anniversary of September 11th.STP-We're Coming Home Again4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In past years, he would have woken up with tears already streaming down his face, because the pure emotion coming from his people was just too much to handle mentally, sometimes. In any year after 2004 he would have woken up with Quebec next to him, and then would have rolled over and wrapped an arm around the Canadian, waking him, and the two would have stayed in bed for as long as New York needed to, talking about anything while Quebec wiped away the many tears that fell.
And today he did wake up next to Quebec, but instead of feeling tears on his cheeks he just felt calm. Today was any other day of the year, and today was the anniversary of the attacks, but it felt different. He had no idea what time it was, but there were no racing thoughts in his head, no flashbacks of fire and airplanes, and the world was a pleasant silence. New York rolled ov