A Kitten and His PlaymateA Kitten and His Playmate; a Short StoryA Kitten and His Playmate3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Exuberant paws padded jovially across the warm, brown carpet as the kitten bounded after its tabby sibling. The brother was speedy, indeed. A blur of brown fur zoomed behind the plush navy couch in an attempt to conceal himself from his feisty playmate. Ears bent back flat against his tiny head, the kitten awaited his chance to pounce.
Shortly after and with no great haste, the tabby strolled into view. Wiggling his rear end and tail in that genuine feline manner, the brown one made his risky move. A playful cry escaped the astonished tabby as the pair toppled over; claws and teeth zealously bared.
The young, agile tabby sprung away from his brother, scampering off in the opposite direction. Suddenly, he stopped and whipped around; tail swishing madly and golden eyes glimmering mischievously. A near visible smirk appeared on the tabby's features as he made a dash for his sibling; the whole process beginning again to the delight of the kit
A Dragons Tail Moonlight Chapter 3 Just Like YouChapter 3 Just Like YouA Dragons Tail Moonlight Chapter 3 Just Like You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You may have raise me, you may have taught me a few things, I may had grew up with you, but you are wrong if you think I will be just like you-Godfrey
Godfrey, Aurora and Snow arrived back to the only place where they are welcome in the world, Dragon City. A city that Godfrey and Snow had built together. "What is this place?" Ask Aurora in awe.
Godfrey looks at her and smiled. "The Dragon City Miss Aurora, not all that original on the name I know but it's a city that both Snow and I built."
"You and Snow built all of this?" Aurora look around the city, it was huge. Buildings where as tall as the heavens, stores where everywhere. And as the three dragons walk in town they were greeted by almost every creator in the city. "I I don't know what to say." Aurora said breathless.
Snow also smiled as she led Aurora to the capital building. "It wasn't built in a day you know Aurora, it took a lot of time, and here is our building. We live here."
Aurora was amazed at
A Dragons Tail Moonlight Chapter 2Chapter 2 Beyond the tombA Dragons Tail Moonlight Chapter 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A hundred years after your death, will others see just another tomb stone, or will they be able to look beyond the tombstone?~Godfrey
It was the next day, the orange sun was slowly rising above the mountains, and Godfrey had woken up early that morning for he couldn't sleep. Nightmares of what happen two days ago stilled hunted his mind. Godfrey walks to a nearby stream to take a drink and to refresh a little bit. As he saw Aurora and Edge having a conversation up ahead, it did not look like a good one as Godfrey recognizes Aurora's face, that was the same face he saw as he left a few dragoness behind before.
Edge flew away and Aurora had her head held down, Godfrey did not need to hear the conversation to understand what happen, he could tell just by looking. Aurora got dump and now she feels alone with a broken heart. With a sigh Godfrey flew over to Aurora, she did not notice him until he spoke. "I know what happen Aurora." Godfrey said with a sigh.
A Dragons Tail Moonlight Chapter 1 HeroA Dragons Tail MoonlightA Dragons Tail Moonlight Chapter 1 Hero2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 1 Hero
When a hero saves the day everyone loves that person but when the hero fails then everyone hates that person~ Godfrey
The gold dragon fell to the ground hard as Chernobog was floating in the air laughing, with blood everywhere on his body. "Godfrey, just go home, there will be another time." The gold dragon fought hard to get back up on his feet as Chernobog kept watching the poor dragon struggle in battle. "You do not give up Godfrey; I always admire that in you, but you never where the smartest, don't you know that when you are down that maybe it is best to stay down?" The gold dragon got back on his feet but he was very unstable. Chernobog flew close to Godfrey and stab his chest with his tail and in a soft voice he said. "It's time for you to get your rest." As Godfrey was slowly falling to the ground with the pain that as in his body, Godfrey saw Chernobog grab a hold of Meryl, Godfrey's mate. with the touch of his lips
A Dragons Short Tail Edge part 3A Dragons Short Tail Edge part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next day Godfrey saw Aurora and Edge both walking out of their tents that Godfrey let them use for the night. "What are you going to do now?" Ask Snow as she came up from behind.
"To tell you the truth Snow I don't know." Godfrey said with a sigh.
"You know she is a spy, why not do what I what I would do?"
"And what may that be Snow?"
"How long you had been with me and you still don't know me? Sad Godfrey that's going to be hard on our child."
"Funny Snow all right that might work."
"Works all the time for me." Snow gave Godfrey a kiss on his cheek, making sure that Aurora saw them then walk away. Aurora came up to Godfrey with a smile on her face but Godfrey did not return the smile.
"What's the matter Godfrey?" Ask Aurora nicely.
"Have you been sleeping with Chernobog?" The question was so blunt and so sudden that Aurora could not even think of what to say she wasn't shock so much. "Last night I saw you giving him a goodbye kiss. You know who he is Aurora so I need to k
A Draongs Short Tail Edge part 1A Draongs Short Tail Edge part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Dragons Tail Short Tail Edge
The world is filled with liars, liars like me~ Godfrey
"Godfrey why not!" Cried Snow.
"Because it's ridiculous Snow!" Screamed out Godfrey out of anger and annoyances.
"All you have to do is where this armor and go fight that giant that has been making threats in town."
"Snow I don't wear armor why don't you understand that? You don't wear armor and I keep on telling you that we don't need to get into that fight!" Godfrey paused to catch his breath for a minute. "Besides Snow...you only want that neck-lace that is supposed to be magical but you know it's a scam."
"It's so pretty though!" Pleaded Snow.
"Why don't you hypnotize him into giving it to you?"
Snow paused then she took off. Godfrey chuckled and shook his head. Snow is a full grown adult dragon but she likes to act young most of the time. A shadow figure flew overhead and when he turns around he couldn't believe his eyes, it was Aurora! "Godfrey it's so nice to see you again
A Dragons Short Tail Aurora Part 1A Dragons Short Tail Aurora Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Dragons Tail Short Tail
We are all the same, we might have different color eyes, and we might be different in size, but we are still all the same~ Godfrey
A was a late day in Dragons Town. Godfrey wanted to take a walk in the night for it's the only time he ever does get any kind of peace in this crazy world. He came across a beautiful she dragon who was lying on the grass just barley touching the water with her fore claw. "Aren't you a cute one?" Godfrey shot himself the moment those words came out of his mouth, one of the worst lines you could say to a dragoness.
The dragoness was shock but not freighted when she quickly turn her head to see the dragon. "You're Godfrey aren't you?" She asks.
"Yes I am what's your name miss?"
"Lovely name for a lovely girl." Godfrey told himself to shut up as for the first line was bad and this one did not made it any better but she giggled which relieved some of the stress off him. "All right I'll stop." Said Godfrey
Drink CoffeeDrink Coffee1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Following daily routines people stop themselves from enjoying the pleasures of life. Young kids D.A.R.E. to box themselves away from the pleasure of sex and drugs because our society stops them. In America the society made a tea party instead of a booze party. The schools teach truth without courage, perspectives instead of authenticity.
Becoming an adult in middle class America means meeting alcohol in dark houses where someone older than you throws a party you might not have been invited to. Marijuana is the banner for dropout artists and artists that do not drop out. What is the difference between those who do drop out and those who stay with their program? Not marijuana.
I propose nothing. Society maintains a context for life. But you don't have to accept it. Instead of being a complete rebel to form and structure why not consider a different structure. Republican & Democrat are two sides to an object with many sides. This is a world you can get lost in. This is a world you will ge
2p!America x Reader: Bad Guy part 9 For a moment, there was only a deafening silence after you left. Al stood staring at the door you slammed. His mind raced through the events and he mentally kicked himself for even drinking. He knows how he gets when he drinks. He felt sick, like vomiting. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that you left barefoot into the cold or because of the alcohol. He looked over at Matt, who was staring at the door too and shaking his head.2p!America x Reader: Bad Guy part 94 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You shouldn't have said that," he said. "She's obviously pretty sensitive."
"I shouldn't have said it because I didn't mean it. And she's not sensitive, I just really messed up."
"Did she slap you sober? You're talking like you actually have some sense," Matt commented.
Alfred just nodded. He wanted to think you hadn't just ran out and that this was just some daydream; a scenario in his head that had never-and never would-happened. He looked aro
The IntroductionThe Main Hall is designed to be imposing. A wide floor penned in on one side by a balcony where the guards stand restlessly, and on the other is a four story tall window looking out into the vast abyss of deep space.The Introduction1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thirty two trolls, none of them old enough to leave Alternia on their own. They stand in the center of this hall that's much too big for them, and they've been here for quite some time. The first ones to arrive have been here for nearly six hours; gathering them all has been a difficult process. But now the last troll has come stumbling through the double doors and they can begin.
The lights go down and the doors leading to the balcony above the crowd slam open. Four guards file out onto the floor, posting themselves along the balcony with their weapons at the ready and their eyes hidden beneath the visors of their caps. Behind them comes the Captain, straight lines,a grim set and boot heels clicking against the marble floor. He stands in the center of the balcony turned s
Introduction, pt 2At the end of a very long, monotonous corridor stands the welcome hall and roster room. The thirty two contestants are herded in by a slew of guards that, even while obeying their orders, seem to be just as confused as the contestants. As soon as the last contestant enters the hall a set of solid blast doors close behind the group, effectively locking them off from the corridor...and the rest of the ship.Introduction, pt 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A giant screen dominates one wall of the roster room. It is composed of several screens, each flashing a different set of information at the viewers. On the far left is a floor map with a scrolling list of room assignments. It reads:
101 – Magnia Prialt
102 – Tanifa Keizaal
103 – Nudais Brache
104 – Zakari Cyrpes
105 – Korniz Ternyn
106 – Arenae Phasme
107 – Hyades Istiop
108 – Boriel Nivets
109 – Xantus Fellal
110 – Towan Mayhem
111 – Tirran Gravaline
112 – Notrea Itimus
113 – Lorica Y
Fire and Algebra"Perhaps the sun and I are made of the same elements," said the boy with the fire red hair. I watched him closely. His head sure seamed like it was burning.Fire and Algebra3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Perhaps," I said. Then, when the night engulfed my pale skin, it glowed silver.
Fire Head grinned. "I guess you got the moon particles," he said.
We were two little people glowing like idiots in the black night. I never thought we'd ever look the way we do.
"Are we gonna be okay?" I quietly asked. The burning idiot shrugged.
"Yeah. There's still a lot of things to burn," he said very seriously. I just nodded in agreement, already listing plausible targets in my subconscious mind.
"Can we burn my Algebra teacher first?" I asked.
"Sure," said the boy. He helped my up and together, we took off to find Ms.Klarkson's apartment.
Silver Cheese and stuffI used to watch you watching the moon, waiting for that cow to leap over. You'd say that a moon's cow makes the best cheese - which is why it's silver, you'd say. I laughed quite a lot at your assumptions. I made fun of them even. In fact, I thought you were a lunatic...Silver Cheese and stuff3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't soon that I learned about that precious cheese. I wanted to tell you how good it tasted, how beautiful every shiny crumb looked. I wanted to tell you how brilliant you were, how wonderful that laugh of yours sounded. I wanted to hug you and tell you how you never were crazy, that all along I was the crazy one. I wanted to tell you many things then but I was too late and you were so far away, in another universe.
I stare up at the silver piece of cheese, like a thin, wicked smile. I munch and cry. I have nothing else to loose now. The cheese is very good.
TwoI watch as her diamond fingers play a soft melody, a perfect song with so many missing notes. She was a hopeful, like me. But I was a stranger as well. She played and I wrote. I waited for my words to be spoken and she, her lullabies to be hummed.Two4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet sitting in the whimsical summer air of another world, I watch as my own letters turn to ink powder, as the wind blows them away to another hopeful’s ears. And I watch as her melodies tumble down the Roman theater, step by step, crashing into millions of different pitches. I would scream if I had the voice to. Instead, I erase the words until my papers are full of holes, and she – she listens to my angry pens and looks up to the sky.
That’s why I’m a stranger. I never talk. I just write and she sings and somehow, we fit in – her being the lovable one, and I, her silent sidekick. The kid who will always be queer.
Her diamond fingers tap the keys softly, and my callused ones scratch the papers. We both smile, as
PMD-E May Task: Adventure Danger - Page 1PMD-E May Task: Adventure Danger - Page 16 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Morning had seem to rise quickly, All the teams were already heading over to the bulletin board for a task to take on. A Poochyena, looking rather tired, not liking to wake up so early in the morning, trotted over to the board and looked at the papers posted on the wooden sign. Seeing what task they would take, "You know, I was expecting some sort of mission, not just simple task but whatever." He shrugged, "As long as we get paid I honestly don't care. Now, let's see what job to take." He looked at the papers carefully. Behind him an Eevee jumped up and down, trying to see the board as well, "Nathaaaaaaaaaan! Naaaaaate! Move your fat ass out of the way!"
Not seeming to move a bit, only to tease the Eevee, the Poochyena simply smirked and continued looking. The Eevee twitched her ear, "Ooo! You're such an ass right now." The Eevee stood up on her hind legs, raising her paws up, "Let. Me." Then slamming them onto Nathan's he
Lunch in a Chem LabLunch in a Chem LabLunch in a Chem Lab7 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I eat lunch in a Chemistry lab, on a table where potentially-dangerous materials have been used. But I like it there, instead of eating lunch in other places. My other choices are outside and in the lunchroom. Outside means dealing with weather that often sucks, and there’s hardly ever a place to sit. The lunchroom means hardly any places to sit, a loud environment, and the people in the lunchroom. Some of them are normal, but a large group of them are human beings for whom noise is a standard-operating procedure, and chaos is their ultimate goal in life. During lunch, they change from normal teenagers to chimpanzees on drugs. Then there is the chem lab. In a place with mature people trying to avoid the horrors of the other places, the chemistry lab becomes a sort of refugee camp during lunch. I can let my guard down in the chem lab, and I usually help my friend Bob with his English and History homework while we eat. Then the bell rings, and everything
All the More Dangerous Chapter Two DirkxJake Chapter TwoAll the More Dangerous Chapter Two DirkxJake8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dirk stared at Jake for a moment. Who...was he? He was kidding right? The cool guy facade was dangerously close from slipping right through Dirk's fingertips.
"Jake. This is no time for jokes. It's me. Dirk. Dirk Strider?" Jake continued to stare at Dirk, confused, until Dirk felt something snap along with his voice. "Your BOYFRIEND?" He couldn't help but grind his teeth some. This was DEFINITELY the Jake that Dirk knew and loved. "The boyfriend that you haven't spoken to in over a god damned year? Ring any bells?"
Jake didn't know what to do. What on Earth could Dirky--Dirk-- be talking about? Boyfriend? The angel knit his eyebrows together in confusion, trying to figure out what was going on. Dirk, feeling his heart shatter all over again, went back to his previous stone face. Whatever. Let
when the birds were killedTo wake up every morning at the noise of gunshots, explosions and screaming became so familiar to my ears. It replaced the morning birds that were killed after the blow of war. Sometimes I try to remember what silence sounded like. I try to remember what music, and singing sounded like. Did we ever dance and laugh before we learned how to die so gracefully? What did we ever laugh at? It seemed to me like we never laughed until it was pulled out of us by laughing gas.when the birds were killed8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I have a lot of memories that I dream about getting rid of.
Memories like the child whose mother was murdered before his eyes. He started calling and yelling her name, "Mother! Mother wake up! Wake up…"
I remember how his mother never woke up and how he was so small and how he refused to let go of her corpse for two days. I remember how he never cried and how he came from school every day and talked to his mother as if she was sitting at the dining table with him.
I don't think the child will ever understand, and I
DogmaCold sounds echo in my mind,Dogma8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now only a rat trap of decadence
I hear them laughing
Predictably, at my expense
I’ll bide my time and wait for the wary to become incautious .
They must see, despite their clouded sight
That death will come, with no remorse
Incapable of pity and heedless of plight.
Best to let nature take its course.
Deny the inevitable and you deny life.
Cloudbursts and condemnation
Death is the only true emancipation
Rain slashes down in great arcs like a death-dealing blade
I can’t take back the choices I’ve made
Trust is ambiguous, at best and in essence
Electricity rends the air, a split-second presence
Illuminating the nascent spark of doubt I have borne
Mark this day as the one were the faithful became the forlorn
The 4th of JulyOn the fourth of July last year, I became a murderer.The 4th of July8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember how the day started out, normal and all with my parents shouting at each other and banging doors and my baby brother crying and I'm trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. It was the very average day and if I let that bring me down I would've killed myself a long time ago. But I always keep bringing to mind what the school counselor keeps telling me, "you have to be positive Jayce, that's very important." I hear my dad shouting from behind, asking about my destination and I tell him that it's school. He just says, "it better be school Jayce. I don’t like it when your fooling around and breaking rules." I just shut the door quickly and shut my unreasonable guilt with it and I walk on.
Not to school, of course.
Also, one more thing: the fourth of July is my birthday and I really don’t mind that no one remembers it but me because at the end of the day, the whole world is celebrating it with fireworks a
Out of the Loop I watched as the blood trickled down my leg, pooling beneath my toes and threatening to slip back into the crevices of my skin. This was my punishment, I was sure, for running my mouth a few days prior and wishing to be the center of attention. I’d forever be the center of attention now however as I walked the Earth with crimson-stained feet, painting its surface with regrets and pity. Not pity for myself though, but rather, pity for the lost life that currently crawled down my thighs like water drops that couldn’t decide in which direction to descend other than downwards, leaving behind crooked trails in their wake.Out of the Loop9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A knock at the door had my heart leaping into my throat, momentarily halting the flow of oxygen to my lungs.
“Amy honey, is everything alright in there? You’ve been in there for close to twenty minutes now,” came the voice of my husband, Ron.
PursuedNo, no, noPursued11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Go, go, go
They’re following you.
Fear spikes through your heart.
Round the corner.
You’ve lost them.
They’ll find you.
Skid to a stop as you reach a dead end.
Catch your breath, maybe they won’t catch you.
A shadow looms in the entrance.
You jump up, turn to run--
Nowhere to go.
No way to run.
You’re done for.
Shrink away into the corner.
More loom into view.
You don’t want this, but
This is it.
One reaches for you with a triumphant hand...
“Tag! You’re it!”
2p! America x Reader: Bad Guy part 4 You woke up the next morning, bundled in Alfred's coat. Inhaling deeply, you smiled, believing for a second that you had spent the night with him. You blushed at how happy the thought made you.2p! America x Reader: Bad Guy part 47 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Grumpily, you rolled out of your warm bed and made your way to the bathroom for your morning rituals, like showing and such. You grabbed a chocolate Poptart from the kitchen and went out the door. Once you walked into the chilly morning air, you stopped.
'Al wouldn't mind me wearing his jacket to school,' you thought. 'Right?'
Either way, you threw the jacket over you and went merrily along your way. You reached school in about fifteen minutes, seated your self in first period with a lot of stares. Which was usual for you when you hung around Alfred, but today felt...different.
As you left first , you felt a bit sad, knowing Al would want his bomber jacket back. It came as
. the beginning .Silence.. the beginning .8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cool, bitter, familiar silence.
Pain. It used to be a lot sharper, but time and fatigue have numbed it down a bit. Now it just thumps, dull and resilient, all over her body.
This was never supposed to have happened.
Heavy lidded eyes stared dully in the darkness. The few non broken and bruised fingers twitched, paused. Reached for something and scraped against the cold floor. Reached out again. Touched the hilt, carefully slid it closer. Grasped the firm, smooth wood, perfectly sized for her hand.
Raises the knife.
“You know that doing that won’t achieve anything.”
Eyes slide to the figure, barely visible in the thin light that escapes from the cracks in the ceiling.
Dry lips crack, then twist as the pain comes back again, stronger. Heavy breaths make up the only sound in the room.
“There’s no harm in trying, right?”
“Sooner or later, you’ll have to give in.
It’s for the best, yo