SunriseThe daily rising of the sun…
It’s one of the most underestimated miracles of the Earth; something that we rarely pay attention to in the ways that we should. Its sight alone can energize us and give us strength to go on when nothing else seems to work. It casts aside the darkness of the night in favor of a new day, where new things and possibilities are available to each and every living being. There’s so much you can learn from the simplest, most fundamental parts of life. Stop, now, to take a moment and appreciate the sun for what it brings. All life on Earth stems from its power to shine every day.
I used to take the sun for granted, too. It was just a part of life that nobody praised, just like nobody praises the grass for growing or the leaves on trees for turning orange and yellow in the fall. It’s such a common theme, it never seemed like there was very much to look into or care for. It’s a perspective that changed with a fateful talk – one t
Ness and Lucas: The Gift of LovePain, it was so completely sudden to the point of being crippling.Ness and Lucas: The Gift of Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ness, a rather small, black haired boy who wore a red and blue cap, was currently in the middle of a fight, or better yet a 'Brawl' at a strange, slightly castle themed arena. The huge gray castle itself, looking upward, was at least five hundred feet high, if not a great much more, and spanned well over a thousand yards from one side to the other. To anyone else, this castle would have seemed splendid, marvelous and magical. To the people who visited this place on a daily basis, it was slightly less spectacular. The sun was starting to set, casting a beautiful orange yellow glow on the comparatively smaller bridge-like structure that Ness and his opponent, a green-hatted swordsman, were fighting on.
First thing is first though, for the people who don't know anything of what's being talked about up to this point, which should be very few since the universe and place being described are both very well known. T
The Little Matchstick BoySnowThe Little Matchstick Boy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Small white flakes gently descended to the Earth sluggishly from the completely pitch black sky above, settling in a thin layer over a previously light gray sidewalk, painting it a pure, untouched white. It was Christmas Eve, and not a single soul dare walk outside on such a chilly night when they could be enjoying themselves with family and friends in front of a warm fire, roasting chestnuts and opening gifts together. That is, all except a small blonde boy that was currently trudging along through the snow wearing only a pair of old, beaten blue shorts and a red and yellow striped T-shirt that was equally as old and worn. His shirt was slightly ripped in a few places where it had never been mended by his caregivers, and in addition to his already skimpy clothing, he had no shoes either! His feet were horribly painful to walk on, but onward as the only way he could go lest he stop and freeze to death for sure. This small boy, only about 14 years of age, wandered through a s
Ness' Life After DeathFor anyone who knows of my former neighbor and the things he's done in the pastNess' Life After Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm almost positive they would hate him, for every soul he has crushed, for every person he has manipulated, and for every heart he shattered, yet
I've never actually hated him, and I've never been able to bring myself to hate him, despite everything he did to me, my friends, and the people around me. Maybe some people would find this surprising to know, and probably, some people wouldn't be able to understand my point of view, but if you'd be willing to listen for a short while I could explain.
Even when we were just children, Pokey had a horrible tendency to be a nuisance to everyone, causing many people to dislike him. I'd always been very observing for all of my life even if nobody had ever noticed, and I had always wondered what caused Pokey to act out the way he did. So, being the ever adventurous one, I of course had gone out to investigate!
Peeking into his window, unnoticed, after havin
The Boy Who Gave Me My CourageStanding here alone over my mother and brother Claus's grave I can't help myself now but to think back to the times when I first visited this placeThe Boy Who Gave Me My Courage4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't help but smile, too, as I bring my right hand to my left shoulder. I remember as clear as day even now.
The first day I visited this place, as I cried and cried over my mother's grave, I felt something something so strong near me, so overwhelmingly positive and happy It was enough to make my sobs die down within moments.
I felt something touch my shoulder after I had begun to calm down
The touch, though there was obviously nothing there when I checked, sent shockwaves of positive emotions through my entire being.
It was enough to make me gasp.
From then on, I had felt that same energy always near me... I was sure there was a ghost or something, maybe even an angel my mom had always talked about, following me.
At times when I was sad, or when I woke up from a nightmare
At times when I felt so alone
Gender Roles3 AM.Gender Roles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found myself looking over at the clock next to my bed, quietly and gently shifting to move out of bed, as to not wake Paula, who slept peacefully next to me with a face worthy of only an angel. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken up at 3 AM; my body had a habit of doing it and I had no real explanation for it. I’d been told when I was fifteen that 3 AM was the devil’s hour and psychics reacted especially badly to the energy that flowed through the Earth at that time, but it’s safe to say that’s just a myth. Paula would’ve woken, too, but she never woke up during the night like me.
Silently, I pulled myself out of bed and wandered through the house Paula and I had gone and started renting; small and cozy, but large enough for a frugal family – a life we’d well intended to live despite my now rich mother and father. I took a seat on the couch and sighed quietly to myself. Whenever I woke up at these times when the vampires stil
DestructionDestruction; it doesn’t always have to be something that happens outwardly to the physical world.Destruction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Destruction can be an internal working as much as an external one – the destruction of the mind being a prime example. It can happen for any number of reasons; a sudden loss, a stirred up, repressed memory, years of torment from the ones you thought were your family and friends... Such destruction to the mind can have devastating consequences, leaving the sufferer incapable of rational thought in their mental anguish. In some cases, it can lead to physical disfigurement, as the psyche is so delicately interwoven into our physical being. Rotting away in a mental state that is so detrimental, the body will eventually begin to rot away from the inside out.
So was the beginning of the end, triggered by something as simple as a sweet melody, once sang by someone who lay close to heart. In turn it brought with it a chain of other memories and sensations – sensations too unbeara
Of Dresses and Suits“A-Ah, Kuma’ stop, it’s too tight!”Of Dresses and Suits2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To passersby, such a cry would be completely taken out of context and they would’ve thought something else to be going on in the dressing room – especially considering how boys weren’t allowed to enter under any circumstance and the voice that cried out had certainly been that of a male. It was a girl’s only room, after all – girls were expected to stay out of the boys’ room, too. Thankfully, the only ones who were currently present in the small room were a certain blue eyed, blonde boy and a slightly-more-masculine-than-he pink haired girl. There had been a show earlier that night, but it had been hours since it passed. As such, nobody else came near the dressing room for the rest of the night and heard the cries.
“I can’t breathe!”
That last bit earned an agitated groan from the pink haired girl and she ceased what she was doing, wandering to the nearby mirror in order to
Thaumaturgy“Cl-Claus…”Thaumaturgy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The name slipped off my lips; cracked and broken in much the same sense my body was after enduring attack after attack by the enemy. In front of me – it was him, it was really and truly him, twisted into something I could barely recognize. Claus. He’d been transformed into a Chimera, just like all of the suffering creatures I saw in the past while pulling the needles. Half of his face was covered in robotic parts and attached to his arm was a metallic, canon-like device, a tube of sorts leading to his back. The way it was combined into his face and arm, it looked excruciating and I didn’t doubt it brought him as much agony as it brought the Chimera animals. He looked like a monster, but it was him and this was the first time I’d seen him since he was assumed dead three years ago. It’d been so long since our fateful separation - so long since everything fell apart and I was forced to undertake the fate of the world itself.
EvilWhat could be considered evil?Evil2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe you would call Giygas evil, because it was sent to destroy the world as we know it. Maybe you would call Pokey evil, too, for all the terrible things he did in the past and in the future. They were ultimately the main ‘villains’ that had to be faced before they could ultimately destroy humanity as a whole, right?
It’s been a while since I passed to the other side and went with my family, to spend an eternity in a place where we could watch the events down on Earth from safety and with comfort. It wasn’t exactly heaven like a lot of people would imagine it, but it was something beautiful regardless. Each section and place can be shaped by your will, kind of like a dream, in a way. The ‘world’ is only as large as you make it and conflict ceases to exist. It’s a place where you always feel loved, and everyone comes here when they die. There’s no such thing as hell, because there’s something so impo
EgoThe ego.Ego2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When people refer to it, they’re often talking about someone who’s egotistical and selfish, but what is it truly? It’s not always what it seems, the ego is much deeper than someone who is selfish and conceited. The ego actually refers to our deepest desires within our subconscious; our most primordial fears and unacceptable feelings. It is our darkest side and it is also the force within us that drives everything we do. It is the source of all evil and it is also the source of all greatness just the same.
In each person lies an ego. It both empowers us to do many things, as well as hinders us from reaching our true potential. Our fears are what bind us to the same path we always follow, not allowing us to reach out and deviate in a different direction when it’s necessary. Our fears are what bend and break us, causing many to tremble when a situation becomes out of their control. As it’s been told so many times before, however; there is little to f
Computers, Psychic Kids, and regrettable daydreamsThere are times when everyone stumbles upon something they really wish they could forget, and this is so even for the black haired, psychic boy, Ness, who now lay in his blue colored bed staring at his blonde friend who was asleep across the room in his red colored bed.Computers, Psychic Kids, and regrettable daydreams3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It all started the previous day when Ness had decided to mess around on the old laptop he had in his room, but never actually found the time to use since he was always busy doing other, more important things like homework, or brawling. The day prior to the day he used the laptop, a certain Princess Peach had told him about a website called 'Fanfiction.net' and, being the ever curious one, he browsed and searched under the 'Super Smash Brothers' category. Not terribly long into his search through all the various oddball stories that were listed there, he found one that was about Lucas as a girl? Well, not just as a girl, but a pregnant girl one who was pregnant with HIS child?
It goes without saying; he clear
Fight For What's RightHalt, stop, and listen to me now!Fight For What's Right2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Are you listening? Will you open your mind and your ears, hear the words I have to say and consider the truth to them now? For the mindless of you who wish to believe in lies – for the brainless who wish to trust in the systems, for those of you who wish to follow the path of least resistance; stop here, don’t read further, you have no use for this information. If you prefer the lies of society over the ugly truth of the world, then the truth is too much for you to handle – I can only offer the truth in a time where light will reveal the dark corruption that runs through the veins of the Earth like parasites!
A time is coming, a time of revolution and dissonance – a time where those of us warriors who believe in equality and truth must stand up and stop letting ourselves be beaten into submission! Can you see it around you; the pain and suffering many of us endure? Can you see that things are changing with time and that they
The Eight MelodiesTake a melody…The Eight Melodies2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was Maria’s when she was young. Her mother made me for her. We never ever got tired of playing. We had so much fun. Even when Maria got bigger, she still played with me. Then, when we went to the spaceship, Maria let her son play with me. I had so much fun with him, too. I went back to earth with Maria, and she gave me to her new daughter. I’ve been handed down through the family since then, filled with all their happy songs and memories of childhood.
I am the old baby doll, and I hold the first melody.
Simple as can be…
I was born in the Village long after Maria’s death. My mother told me stories about her, though, handed down from her mother and grandmother, about how Maria used to visit the village and play with the children. She always had a wise lesson to give them, and sometimes even one for the parents. Even today, we all remember her wisdom. She would also sing such pretty songs, and we remember those, too. But I ha
The PowerFalling, falling, he’s falling into the darkness and can’t see a thing while he clenches his eyes shut so tightly in fear. There’s no end to it and, as he falls, it feels like he’s floating without any control. Everything is dark, everything is strange, and all that exists is silence; deafening, frightening silence. It’s like he’s died and is falling to the pits of hell now – to the center of the Earth where all is darkness and where one is never seen again. It’s almost like in killing part of himself, the darkness in his heart and in his mind, that he’s killed himself outright.The Power2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ness is afraid of that – afraid of what’s happened on Earth, what’s happened to his friends and what’s going to happen if he’s failed the mission to save the world. Will it be the end for them all? Was it all a mistake to begin with? No, he was sure it wasn’t – he was certain it was all meant to be, but nothing made
Food PoisoningThe first day of spring had finally begun after a cold, harsh winter that left everyone bundled up in the heaviest jackets and blankets they could find. The leaves on the trees started to bud and grow outward, and many of the villagers decided that today was the perfect day to start the annual planting of crops. Strawberries, corn, pumpkins and anything else that they thought would be good for the year was added to the list of things to plant. With this unanimous vote among the villagers on what was to be done today, everyone who was capable of working set off to do so with a bright smile on their faces. On this beautiful day, it truly seemed as though they would get to be productive once again, working together just as they always did.Food Poisoning2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Absent from the villagers who were to work together that day was a familiar blonde and his trickster of a twin – Lucas and Claus, as everyone knew them to be. As it so happened, the poor blonde had come down with a bad case of food poisoning
Universe In Us“It’s huge, isn’t it? The universe?”Universe In Us2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those were the words that escaped my lips as I lay beside Paula in the grass, staring up at the night sky with her. Thousands of small specks in space were scattered all about, glittering like diamonds. After everything we’d gone through to save the world, they were breathtakingly beautiful. It was views like this that made all the pain of our adventure worth it. Every scar, both physical and mental, didn’t seem so bad when compared to this sort of beauty.
“It’s really amazing…”
That was Paula’s somewhat dreamy and distant sounding response to my somewhat sudden question. A sigh escaped my lips as I slid my hand to meet hers, smiling from the comforting contact. It was really great being here with her, the one girl I’d fallen for nearly two years ago now. I decided, all the nightmares were worth it in the end.
Watching the stars above, my mind soon began to drift off elsewhere,
ImperfectionWhat is perfection, exactly?Imperfection2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe some of you would start thinking about a perfect grade on an assignment, or even a perfectly ordered book case – in alphabetical or numerical order, mostly. Those are some pretty logical responses, right? The definition of perfection is flawlessness or being unsurpassably excellent, so a perfect grade or neatly organized book case would be correct!
What is perfection when it’s applied to people, though? Well… If you answered non-existent or impossible, you’re right again.
For as long as I’ve known it, perfection has been impossible for a person to obtain. There’s literally no such thing as perfection when applied to people. The truth is, as great as you might be, someone else will explicitly hate you for who you are and for what you do. This holds true even if you’re a saint and have never done anything wrong in your entire life; someone else will always find a flaw in you and mercilessly pick at that flaw. I