Of Flattery and FoolsOf Flattery and Fools10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was something so lovely about Paris in the evenings. Perhaps it was the soft summer's air, or the bustle of the cobbled streets below, or the lanterns that bounced and swayed on the backs of traveling buggies through the dark pathways. The sounds of dogs barking in the distance, the laughter of drunken men at the bar. Watching the bare footed commoners flock to their hovels and inns like low speaking sheep might have felt daunting to a man within those herds, but to one perched so high above them, it was like leisurely watching a school of fish drift along the Seine. It was relaxing.
“Louis! There you are.”
A voice and a hand both broke these thoughts, bringing a young man on a balcony back to reality. As well he should; after all, when one was an esteemed guest at such a ball of nobility, to spend one's down time watching common urchins dwindle down below rather than socialize might have been a bit rude. And so he was brought from his view and escorted back into the
Otterlock And Hedgehogson11:43Otterlock And Hedgehogson11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
How's the case, my dear otter?
You look like an otter.
John, I was under the impression that it's illegal to consume alcohol while practicing medicine.
I'm not drunk! It's this thing I found on the internet.
What are you talking about?
People think you look like an otter.
They're obviously imbeciles. I do not in any way resemble a semi-aquatic mammal.
Actually you kind of do. They've matched picture of up of you and compared them to otters. The similarities are striking.
You are being absurd. Otters have long, slim bodies and relatively short limbs, with webbed paws. Most have sharp claws on their feet, and all except the sea otter have long, muscular tails. They are also covered in dark fur .What similarities does that appearance have to mine?
Well it's more the facial expressions really.
Oh? Do otters project an expression of utter exasperation at the level of stupidity that
It's a Curse: Notes on Eric ThedrialSo. I feel like Eric's up there with Tom as a character who comes with a lot of technical baggage I've never publically unpacked. Read on for a tale of god-complexes, monstrous curses, hunts and rampages, massive abuse of the ageing process, and history's worst case of polyphagia.It's a Curse: Notes on Eric Thedrial2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Welcome back to the Network, a world made of worlds connected, when not by simple geography, then by dimension-puncturing portals. We're going somewhere we haven't been before. The land is Nimisia, the year is, by our calendar, 1611. Gammon is a prosperous little city-state amidst a mess of prosperous little city-states and if rolling countryside, charming forests, and sparkling lakes are your thing, this is a peachy place. Well. If you aren't a peasant. We are in a time of serfs and lords.
If you are landed gentry however, sunny are your skies, green are your horizons, your cup floweth over. You live in a palace with colorful flags and people who take care of things and are generally free to socialize
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IIIThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds III11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a change in the wind, a shift in the grass. The sun became harsh and the ground grew cold. Silence and stillness saturated all space and time.
"Persephone!" She called. The wind carried her voice across the expanse of her garden. The wind did not return. No giggling or rustling, no whispering or dancing. She called out once again, "Persephone!" Yet still, her call remained unanswered.
The nymphs lost track of her in the meadow. Persephone was fond of disappearing into the forests and streams—or wherever the nymphs did not follow. The flowers and trees called to her. Demeter knew that her child was independent in nature and enjoyed her counsel with the flowers. Persephone distrusted the nymphs, knowing that their loyalty was first to her and not Persephone. However, Persephone maintained the loyalty of the life in the garden, something Demeter never tried to compromise.
Regardless of Persephone's want of freedom and independence, she always returned home. She never strayed bey
Rae of SunshineChronic recurrent multifocal osteomyelitis:Rae of Sunshine9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Four words that would forever ring through her ears,
The echoes of an eerie bell.
Countless times these words would bring her to tears.
Up the stairs I ran,
To the foot of her door.
I took a glance inside
And lost sight of the place I knew before.
Inside she was twirling,
Around and around on the tips of her toes.
Inside was a different world…
Could this really be so?
Each time she spun
Something new appeared.
One single twirl,
And the wooden fan was replaced by a glass chandelier.
The walls widened, creating an enormous room.
Her T-shirt was replaced by a gown that shone like the moon.
My reflection stared back at me from the pearly floor.
Men and women stood in the places furniture had been before.
Suddenly the bedroom
That I knew so well
Had become an enormous palace;
My older sister had cast her spell.
Entranced in this dream,
I almost hadn’t seen
My sister grab her hip in pain…
SmileSome days I find it so hard to smile,Smile1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then I look up to see your smiling face.
The imagination in your quaint eyes,
Makes my pulse race.
Some days I find it so hard to breathe,
Then I open my lungs to all the air.
The oxygen clears the fear from my mind,
And leaves me bare.
Some days I find it so easy to smile,
Even when things around me are broken.
I hear the pain in the parents blue words,
So soft spoken.
Some days I find it so easy to breathe,
Through the thick fog, the bitter thoughts of life.
The hostile images fill the air,
With unadulterated strife.
SophieSophie don't you worry,Sophie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your pretty little mind.
These monsters aren't in your closet,
they only hide in mine.
I know it must be scary,
to see them make me cry.
But I promise they won't touch you,
and I promise I'm just fine.
Sophie you can sleep now,
I'll turn your night light on.
When you wake in the morning,
these monsters will be gone.
I'll sing you a lullaby,
if you would only close your eyes.
Focus on my voice,
everything will be alright.
Sophie have you finally,
given in to sleep?
Forcing them inside myself,
these monsters I will keep.
Where Do They Come From?“Mama, where do babies come from?”Where Do They Come From?8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ruth set aside her knitting and smiled at her son Timmy, always the curious yet cautious little boy.
“Where do you think they come from sweetheart?”
Timmy looked to the ceiling, worrying his little bottom lip as he often did when he was deep in thought.
“Well,” he began slowly, “I think that when a mommy and daddy want a baby real bad, they hold hands and look up at the sky, and make a wish on the first star that they see, and poof! The mommy has a baby.”
Ruth chuckled. Her sweet imaginative six year old. “That’s exactly right, sweetie.”
Ruth rubbed her swollen belly, and the baby kicked. She was not long into her third trimester, and though the morning sickness had subsided months ago, she could do without the swollen ankles and sore back.
“Only, I don’t know--how does the baby get inside the mommy’s tummy?”
She smiled at Timmy, nibbling her bottom lip, just as
We Regret To Inform YouDear Claire,We Regret To Inform You9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
We regret to inform you that as of 10:48, Thursday, 21 of March, your grandmother has passed away.
We regret to inform you that your application to University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science and Medicine has been rejected.
We regret to inform you that everything you've ever loved has slipped through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.
We regret to inform you that you are nothing and will never be anything more than a pathetic piece of dust that clings to those who are better than you.
We do not regret to inform you that you are suicidal, depressing, depressive, insane, bipolar, have no friends, and will never ever be anything else.
From the deepest pit of our destroyed, shared soul, l
Stronger than thisStronger than this2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
WARNING: This is not a pretty scene...there is blood and angst, so if you're not a fan of suffering, you may not want to read. But - underneath it all, it's something nice - honest. ^_~
"Anders Anders where are you?"
Cortland Hawke tried not to wince at the embarrassingly girlish edge to his own voice as he stepped gingerly over the corpses of dragons and darkspawn littering the tunnel through which he walked. He was the Champion of Kirkwall, damn it all, not some weak-hearted oh, Maker what did he just step in?
Pinching his lips together, Cortland scraped the bottom of his boot on a convenient patch of moss, gripped the handle of his dagger just a little tighter, and continued into the murky darkness.
Truth be told, he was getting anxious. Unlike the mage he was following, Cortland had no warden senses to tingle and alert him to darkspawn presence. Maybe coming in here alone hadn't been the wisest move, but he had been acting on reflex.
By the time they'd
Popular!FranceXshyReader:Strong Voice part 1"Class I would like to introduce you to our new student ________ _________. She just transferred here and I would like you to give her a warm welcome." The homeroom teacher announced to the class. You stand frozen in front of the class. You are very shy and very quiet. "U-um, h-hello." you barely whispered. A boy with honey blonde hair and blue eyes and glasses cupped his ears,"What? We can't hear ya dudette." his voice was loud and obnoxious. You trembled and bowed, barely squeaking "I'll sit down now." Your face was very red. "Alfred! You cannot interrupt people like that!" the teacher scolded him. He crossed his arms, annoyed,"I couldn't hear her though. It's not my fault she doesn't talk."Popular!FranceXshyReader:Strong Voice part 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Japanese boy in the front of the class looked at the teacher with his empty chocolate brown eyes. "Alfred is correct Sensei. I was in front of her and couldn't hear her well at all. She needed to speak up."
Others were beginning to speak up about the same thing. You put your earbuds in so you
This DayThis Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't pretend to know what it was like for victims
It's called "terrorism" for that reason
The thought of it makes me ill
I can't pretend to know what it was like for the heroes
Giving the ultimate sacrifice for people they didn't even know
Just doing what they knew was right
No matter the cost
I can't pretend to know what it was like for the families
Hurt beyond comprehension
I can't pretend that I will ever fully understand
What it's like to be directly connected with this day
I can't pretend to feel what they felt
What they feel
I can't pretend that I will never forget
Because I will never forget
7: Beauty and the BeastIt was nearly dawn when Edmund finally managed to get away from Mrs. Gibbs. The old cow certainly liked to talk, going on and on about her childhood as though Edmund cared in the least about who her parents were and where she had grown up. Mr. Gibbs was no better, prattling on about all manner of things, from horses to hunting to the weather.7: Beauty and the Beast1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After sitting through several grueling hours of their mindless blather, he had excused himself, saying that the exhaustion of his ordeal and the anxiety over his wife had given him a dreadful headache, and so he was going to retire to his room for a few hours to rest.
Edmund took the hallway towards the guest quarters, glancing back to be sure that Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs weren't following, then he turned and headed down another hall which led through the dining room and into the foyer.
He crept up the stairs, darting quickly into the darkness of the hallway for fear that he might be spotted. The wind howled outside, making the heavy windows rattle.
An Intro to The LibraryAn Intro to The Library1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Six years ago the Greater Altalamatox Public Library put its small and remote home city on the map when it spilt out of the ether and onto the shores of its lake.
It's a building with a lot of history. Once part of a prestigious campus, it was last owned by a club of gents with a shared passion for illegal spellcraft and dimensional exploration, who used it to hide their howling voids into the cosmos and also their pointy hats and anything else they didn't want their wives to find. They never did accomplish discovery of a new world- or never had the satisfaction of knowing they did- but did manage one highly impressive feat which was to tuck the Library sideways between dimensions when the police came 'round to investigate. This was about a hundred and ten years ago.
The gentlemen, after their prison terms ended, never succeeded in summoning back the building. To that end they'd have to have known where it lay nearest to this world, and to their distress they were witne
2P!England x Reader- getting togetherParty and rockin' on was what you loved. You never did something if you didn't wanted. Been yourself was the trick that helped you go in life. Right now you were again at Al's crazy partys. He may be a douche and a jackass most of the times, but it was fun hanging out with him and seeing him been beat up by his Canadian brother. You always wondered how this two could live together and in the same house. Taking a shot from your beer and cheering you saw a boy on the couch, sulking in depression.2P!England x Reader- getting together11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you couldn't tolerate something, then drespression was it. You were cheer-full, easy going and confident. Drepression was your worst enemy and seeing others sad and down wasn't something easy. Headstrong like you were, you walked to the boy, then you recognized him. It was Oliver from your cooking class and also Al's and Matt's cousin.
"Hey Olie!" you yelled with happiness in his voice. He looked at you and from what you could tell he was trying to hide his sad face with one of his happy grin
Walking Disasters: 2p!England x Reader 9 ENDWalking Disasters: 2p!England x Reader 9 END1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You scrunched your eyes closed, waiting for your end to come.
But... it didn't come. You opened an eye to see Nick grabbing his arm with the knife with the other arm. "W-What is going on?!" Nick growled. His eyes lost the pink swirls for a second as he said, "I won't let you hurt _____!" He dropped the knife to the ground, scrunched his eyes, and crouched, screaming. "Stop it!! Stop it, Oliver!!! Stop it!!!!" Nick screeched. He covered his ears with his hands, pressing firmly. "Shut up!!! Shut up and leave me alone!!! Shut up!!!!" he shrieked. He started sobbing as he grabbed the knife from the floor. He looked up at you with plain blue eyes.
He said, "I'm sorry, dear... I need to get rid of him once and for all..." He turned the knife around and said, "_____, dear... Please... Don't forget me. I love you...." He plunged the knife into his stomach.
"No!!!!! No!!! Oliver!!" you screamed. He fell to the ground, coughing up blood, tears streaming from his eyes. "_____... Spring...
Neglected OC Meme_WritingNeglected OC Meme_Writing4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Neglected OC Meme
First of all, choose one of your characters that you've been neglecting. (aka: haven't drawn, written, or otherwise played with in a while) Awww, the poor thing!
1. Now give us a small intro to the character. If you haven't written for them in a long time give us the intro scene from the original fiction. (spelling and grammer mistakes included. Nothing altered!) If you can't find it, write as much as you remember or re-write it.
2. Cool. Well is there anything about it or the character you'd change now?
3. Yes, yes. I see. Now let's get to know them a little more. Do they have any hobbies? Fetishes? Strange quirks? Write us a short scene.
4. We all need a way to support ourselves, so what about a job? Or if they aren't old enough to work, what are their future plans to support themselves?
5. How about getting a little more personal. Write about the strangest or most uncomfortable situation they've ever found themselves in.
6. Yes, well I can
FingertipsLoki was sitting in his cell moveless, silent. Trying not to think so much, but thinking was the only thing he could do now. His bandaged eyes covered himself in endless darkness.Fingertips11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The god even didn`t know if it was night or day. No light reached his eyes. How long has he already been there? He didn`t know. He lost all his feeling for time. His eyes became useless to him.
His bounded hands even didn`t allow him to raise his arms more than few centimenters and if that wouldn`t be enought, Odin had also bounded his feet to the ground. Forced the god to sit there in an unatural posture. Oh, how much Loki wished just to move his legs in a different position. But it was senseless. His whole body was useless to him now.
He already had tried to rip out the chains from the wall the very first time he was imprisoned. He screamed, yelled all the time. Threats and insulting came out of his mouth followed by beggings for mercy. But after a time he gave up. There seemed to be no one who was there to
Beneath The Mask (Spideypool)Peter Parker pulled off his mask and sighed. Being Spiderman was hard work.Beneath The Mask (Spideypool)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad, Pops, I'm home!" He called out. Stark Tower was just a little too quiet. "Dad? Pops?" Silence. " JARVIS?"
"Welcome home, Peter." JARVIS responded. "Tony is in the lab and Steve is out meeting with Nick Fury."
"You're welcome, sir." Peter yawned and headed to his room, taking off his suit in the process.
He opened the door to his room, the top half of his suit hanging behind him. The last thing he expected was Wade Wilson laying in his bed.
Peter jumped back, waiting to attack, but Wade was just laying there, silent and unmoving.
'Is he asleep?' Peter thought. He let out a soft groan and sat on the edge of his bed. He watched Wade intently, watching his chest move as he breathed. Wade's usual Deadpool outfit was slightly bunched up in places from sleeping. His mask was a little crooked.
For a moment, Wade wasn't the mercenary he knew, but a simple man in a mask.
'That mask ' Pete