The Long Way AroundThe Long Way Around3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time there was a great kingdom, and like all great kingdoms there was a king and a queen.
A king and queen that wanted a child so badly that when the queens womb remained empty for three summers and three winters they sought out a beautiful sorceress that resided in their court as a friend of the king.
She agreed and placed a spell not knowing that it would cost the king his wife and when the babe was born, and the price discovered, the king flew into a rage and chased the magical people from the land and convinced all he could of the evils magic brings.
One man he chased away took shelter in a small village and bred a child out of love and magic with a young milk maid that took him in and loved him dearly. however the man was forced to flee, and the milk maid, alone, bore and raised a magical boy with eyes like precious gems and the name of a great bird, a child with a great destiny, that fell and intertwined with that of the Once and Future King.
A child that would turn a
Nova x Seamus Chapter 8 FAN FICATTENTION!- JUST A HEADS UP, THIS IS A FAN FIC OF "GUY ON GUY" IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE ENOUGH THEN YOU CAN JUST GTFO IT MAY GET GRAPHIC SO ONLY THE MATURE PLEASE READ thankyouNova x Seamus Chapter 8 FAN FIC4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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My fingers ran though his soft blonde hair as my legs surrounded his hips while he carried me up the stairs, our tongues still intertwined. I was suprised of how strong Seamus was, im bigger than him yet he still managed to carry the both of us up to my room. I drop down from his hips and release my mouth as he pushed me onto my bed jokingly and I giggle as I drag him towards me making him lean overtop of me kissing him, no fear, no crying, just pleasure. It was warm, him over top of me, his body pressed against mine, my blood rushing and skin tingling with excitement with every kiss. He ripped off my shirt and I layed there regretting that I havent been to the gym in forever, I wanted to sa
First LoveFirst Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rudolph shut his computer down and gathered his stuff. He was about middle height and nearly 56 years old. The hair on his head had started to thin out already.
Rudolph sighed. Another boring day at work done. I hope it doesnt take me too long to get home.
Every morning and every evening Rudolph had to take a forty minutes train trip to get to work or back home again. And even though he actually hated those trips, he would never think about moving into the city closer to work.
The small village he, and his wife Martha, lived in was a heaven of peace and calmness, where he could relax from his work. That was worth more than saving some time on traveling to work.
When he arrived at the train station, he noticed that a large crowd had gathered on the platform. Rudolph walked to an information desk and asked the lady what was going on.
Im sorry sir, but the train had an accident further down the railway. Luckily no one was hurt, but Im afraid
Tontine Chapter 1Tontine Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was one of those hot, lazy summer days when you could do nothing but take a bath or lie in a hammock reading magazines. The only problem was, that there were no lakes nor oceans to bathe in, and all the magazines were either "not meant for children" or about cars. Really, the exciting prospect of spending a summer at Ace's uncle had turned out sour for the freckled boy and his baby brother Luffy.
Okay, maybe uncle wasn't the right word to describe the white haired man, since he had no blood-ties whatsoever to the boy. He only was a very good friend to his father, and often offered to take care of the boys when Garp had too much work to bury himself in. Pretty much like Luffy's uncle Shanks did. So these "brothers" had a big family, and at least the younger of them wasn't all that hesitant to include new cousins, brothers, aunts and grandparents.
And that hot summer day, the two boys were dangling their legs over the edge of the leather couch and sipped lemonade without any big inter
Ghiralink-Once Upon A Time ~ch 2The small boy walked down the hallway, looking through every door until he came to the the open spaced kitchen and dinning room.Ghiralink-Once Upon A Time ~ch 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Zelda? Are you here?" he spoke loud enough for her to her but quiet enough not to wake Ghirahim.
As soon as link had walked out the door to look for zelda, he turned his head to see ghirahim already dozing off.
Walking over the table, he saw a brown note, covered in Zelda's beautiful script handwriting.
How was your trip?
I'm really sorry but I had to go up to skyloft,
I'll be back soon, I promise.
Link let out a heavy sigh as he walked to one of the cupboards to look for the first aid.
He kneeled on the floor and started to crawl in, poking his head in, putting all the weight onto his hands. There wasn't much light shining in the cardboard and everything was like a dark blob, seeming to merge together. One hand fumbled around feeling for a wooden box. He found it and h
Ghiralink-Once Upon A Time ~ch 1The blond haired boy went and laid down on the soft green grass in Faron woods. His boots lay near as did his sword and shield as always. He lifted up his legs, wiggling his toes in the cool breeze. This was the hero's favourite past time, as when he was on quests he never got to take note of his surrounding, or truly take a look at how beautiful they really were.Ghiralink-Once Upon A Time ~ch 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He grunted as he stretched his arms and legs across the ground, looking a bit like a cat. He could feel his hair fall over his eyes as he repeatedly blinked to get it to fall away
Kiwis could be heard over in the distance and prayed silently for them not to find him. Once they did, he wouldn't be able to say no to a game of hide and seek. The bushes surrounded him perfectly, creating a barrier like effect around him as they created a light whooshing sound.
His ear twitched as he listened closely but was surprised when he could hear nothing - no kiwis scuttling around or birds
Experience is Everything and NothingExperience is Everything and Nothing3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Everything that has happened or will happen was meant to happen;
However nothing was meant to last forever, even if it was intended to.
So live life like you meant to do everything that you did do or intend to do.
And don't worry if you or anyone else doesn't understand why everything happened.
Just be thankful that you lived long enough to experience it all.
Those Nights: Chapter 5 GhiralinkThose Nights: Chapter 5 Ghiralink4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Opening his eyes slowly and with a confused look on his face my hero looks directly up at me questioningly. First, I hand him the clothes I had cleaned for him, then I hand him the charcoal and paper I went on a quest for this earlier morning. With the clothing I get a grateful look, and for the other I get a raised eyebrow and misperception in return. Giggling a little I decide to explain, "I finally thought about it sky child, and with the absence of speech and all there is quite the communication barrier. Being as brilliant as I am I finally came up with a solution! You can write to me via the paper. Mind you, this will take a bit of effort on your end, but this way we can have two-way conversation instead of long monologues from myself. Though you might miss them at times, I assure you this will prove to be more fulfilling." Grinning wildly I sit down on the bedside waiting for Link to try it out. Looking down at the paper hard he seems to be unable to think of anything to say to m
Those Nights: Epilogue GhiralinkThose Nights: Epilogue Ghiralink4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I really couldn't tell you how long I had stayed after the night we finally held our first conversation with one another. I spent a long time after that night trying to find any solution to everything to make both the Skyloftians and demons happy and able to live with each other on the surface, but with the revival of someone as evil and heartless as Demise it was simply impossible. I don't know why Ghirahim was so bent on bringing him back anyway; he even seemed flabbergasted when Demise cast him aside like a piece of trash that fateful day. There was no way to remedy any of it really and guilt still floods my heart this very moment just contemplating how everything came to an abrupt end for us, and him. Let me start from the beginning though, I digress.
The night we were able to talk about the situation as it stood in honesty with each other I told Ghirahim that I needed release to fulfill my destiny as the Goddess's chosen hero. He didn't disagree with me for a moment, and I really
Abby - By Fire or Ice TG - Part 5Abby - By Fire or Ice TG - Part 59 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Fire or Ice (An Abby Longbloom tale) *continued*
Little Abby Longbloom, in her pale pajamas, took the pillow from behind her and hugged it to her stomach. She buried her face in the soft, yielding feeling of it and tried her best not to cry.
The story had passed its middle. All the dangerous stuff had come and some of the characters, especially those that made her smile, were no longer in the story. She missed them as aching echoes of longing for her dad’s embrace. How could she ever have laughed when Marcus began reading this story? All the silliness at the beginning, all the random little bits. She missed them. She wanted to hold on to them as tightly as her pillow.
Marcus set his hand on her shoulder. From the dresser, Abby could hear “Chipper”’s servos shifting like a fluttering bird. Marcus set aside his narrator voice and softly told Abby, “That’s probably enough for tonight. Too much. We don’t need to continue.”
from mary lyonyou could probably tell me that the coffee i thought i was drinking is actually chocolate milk and i'd throw up all over my slippers because some incendiary fear found its way to my stomach.from mary lyon4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
now, i'd say shoes because it's two in the afternoon and i'm drinking chocolate milk masquerading as iced mocha, but i didn't put on shoes today. i mean, yeah i walked back from this guy's room at nine in the morning
and felt every pair of eyes look at my worn face, then the bruises on my neck, then the slippers on my feet, and felt the head nods come to me like a bullet in water, and the disdainful laughs at my expense
shatter the coldness april shouldn't know, but i've got my books in my bag and my head on straight so my slippers will remain steady.
the problem isn't being judged. the problem isn't other people.
the problem is me.
i can't drink that iced mocha that's really chocolate milk, because milk has a hundred and ten calories per eight ounces, and this is sixteen. we'
RestlessnessSo I find myself here yet again awake at night at three in the morning as I writeRestlessness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the fragments of another nightmare still creep on my mind
As I lay here in fright
Pondering over this I wonder how I came like this
Sitting here scared over another dream
Haunted by memories not of my own
My mind becomes restless at why this occurs to me now
As "He" sits, waiting for me
And I will always resist his unspoken question
So I will try yet again to sleep
Though still expecting the nightmares
My mind becomes restless at why yet again
And I know I will not sleep tonight.
MelloxNear chapter 2MelloxNear chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The boy was crying on his knees with his hands behind his back naked and ankles tied together, he wasn't trying to get free anymore. He just knew he was going to die, but this was horrible he had been minding his own business with getting into his house when he was attacked. The hallway was empty and the man was there, unlocking his door and once it was open he rushed him and pushed him inside his own house and was wearing gloves with gloves under them. "Not going to fight anymore?" A voice asked the teenager around `17, he lived with his parents but they were gone today. The killer had something on the stove in the kitchen and took it off and branded the boy, thou he was gagged to shut him up. Once he was branded he took a knife and slowly sawed off the others head. Once to the bone he was dead and had a painful and slow death, he got through the bone.
The head fell off the stack of pillows and rolled to the wall and stayed there with the eyes wide with fear and tears in th
Abby - By Fire or Ice TG - Part 4Abby - By Fire or Ice TG - Part 49 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Fire or Ice (An Abby Longbloom tale) *continued*
Young Abby sheltered herself deep in her covers as the story passed its middle. Middles were good, far enough away from the worries of endings which still lingered in her thoughts.
She clung to her glossy, silvery covers and wrapped them around herself, burying her arms underneath. The covers were still new with a sharp, fresh scent from being washed just the day before. They looked so much like the covers in her other bedroom but they didn’t have the little fuzzy spots collecting where they’d been washed too many times.
In every possible way, these covers were better than those others but they didn’t feel the same. Abby held in her sigh and kept a smile as Marcus came to a particularly dramatic section. He rose from his seat for emphasis and fanned his hands around. Abby couldn’t resist a giggle.
At the same time, the new parts brought questions for her. During a lull, she quickly asked, “Why do t
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.Blood Brothers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Forbidden Love 8Forbidden Love 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Black stood there and gaped at me as I brushed Darmanitan's fur, making sure not to singe the brush when it was next to her fiery eyebrows.
"Wow Darmy," I sighed. I still couldn't believe that she evolved, "I can't believe how much you grew!" I looked up to see that he was still gaping at me. "What are you doing?" I asked as he shook his head, trying to snap out of his stupor.
"Sorry, it's just that I've never been defeated before. You're pokemon must have been raised specially. How did you make them so strong?" he looked at me so intensely that I could have sworn he was trying to read my mind.
"I-I don't k-know. I just " I stammered, "raised them." He sighed and sat next to me on the couch in the Pokecenter where I was brushing Darmanitan.
"Well, I guess it's not your fault you don't know what you did. Cedric once told me that pokemon grow differently accord
Distant-DenmarkLook at them all.Distant-Denmark2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They all look so happy together. They look like they're having a ball.
Wish I could join.
Bah, who needs them anymore? I'm king Denmark! Kings don't play with the peasants.
Well, those peasants are my family.
There was a time I was just like one of those peasants, I used to do the same thing with them. We use to play, eat sleep, live together.
I love those peasants.
Things happened where we just....drifted apart. I mean, I'm a king! At least I think I still am.
I miss little Latvia, I miss Lithuania, hell, I miss Sweden! I miss Estonia, I miss them all.....
I ask myself everyday, was it worth it to become a king?
It wasn't. I lost my family and my power.
Why? Why did I have to be so greedy for power? Now I have no one....
Forbidden Love 5Forbidden Love 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ghetsis was going into the building across the street from the gym with two other men in robes. Only their robes weren't as elaborate as his. It was obvious he was the leader of Team Plasma. Then I saw two knights run into the building, like they were running away from something.
"Stop! Stop! Bring back my Munna!" screeched a dainty, but loud, voice I knew all too well.
"Why are you running, Bianca?" I asked, concerned. Bianca only runs when something is important.
"Those meanies! They stole my Munna," she looked like she was about to cry. I couldn't blame her, I would cry if someone stole my pokemon.
"Don't worry we'll get them back," I reassured her.
"Yes, and I'll help you," said a voice from behind me. I turned to see Burgh, and he looked angry. "No one steals someone's pokemon and then runs into the building across from the gym! That is just plain stupid!" he boomed. He stomped up to the building and threw open the door. Bianca and I followed him.
"Burgh, what a pleasant surprise,
The Solipsist's LotThere's something about yourself that you don't know. You probably don't remember the circumstances very well, but I do. If you enjoy things the way they are, if you revel in even the smallest speck of ignorance, you need not read ahead. I won't force you. But from what I know of you, you don't like secrets. Especially not when they are about you.The Solipsist's Lot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see, when you were born, so at once was everyone else. Your mother, she sprang into existence, just like that, the instant your tiny infant brain achieved the smallest semblance of self-awareness. Woven out of the ether, she remembered everything that never happened, and she looked down at you, cradled and squirming in her loving arms.
"Oh," she said. "So here is life."
The doctor was there too, although a moment before if there ever was a moment before he was not. He just nodded, smiling assuredly, and said, "Here is the beginning."
Nova x Seamus Chapter 2 FAN FICATTENTION!- JUST A HEADS UP, THIS IS A FAN FIC OF "GUY ON GUY" IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE ENOUGH THEN YOU CAN JUST GTFO IT MAY GET GRAPHIC SO ONLY THE MATURE PLEASE READ thankyouNova x Seamus Chapter 2 FAN FIC4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It turns out I had been so tired I managed to sleep through until the next day only being woken up by Max Hordon Dan and Seamus's rumbling from the basement.
my stomach grumbled for food and I look down to see I was only in cookie monster boxers, I shuffled to my bags and picked out a decent shirt and pants befor going downstairs.
I met the guys in the kitchen while Max greeted me, Dan and Hordon talking about brown stuff and Seamus, leaning on the cabinet watching me. Of course I have seen them in pictures but in person Seamus's eyes lit off the room, as blue as a cloudless sky.
I look away from him and open the fridge to find it empty so I grabbed a pepsi.
"So where is the rooms?" Max announced a little too loud
"upstairs" I cut off before Hordon could say anything,
I took a short glance at Seamus wh
Memories of a Golden AgeSitting on his seat, the old man sighed.Memories of a Golden Age2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air before him seemed to condense time as he sat and waited.
The room about him was lavish and opulent, but it was empty.
There would be no one to sit with him to await the inevitable.
It was quiet now.
The long line of relations had come and gone, putting on a show of grief.
Then he had banished the doctors as well.
It seemed as thought the Universe was standing still.
The old man caught a glimmer of something in the corner of his eye.
He wondered if his mind was fading now.
Watching the flames dance in the fire before him, the old man wondered if his memories meant anything before.
He had certainly not bothered with either past nor future before.
He had never had any need to do so.
From one moment to another he had lived, sight only on the here and now.
Little wonder those who should have been closest to him were nothing more than colourful shadows in his life.
And the people...
Thirteen Lifetimes Part lThirteen Lifetimes Part l3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye my love
I can't hide, can't hide, can't hide what has come
I have to go
I have to go
I have to go
And leave you alone
But always know
Whoever You AreDear Stranger,Whoever You Are3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You are loved.
I know that at times it can be hard to understand or accept that fact, but it is true. That laugh you feel is too loud is all that gets someone through the day. That extensive rock collection you have spent years developing and labeling will make someone squeal with delight. I'm not even just talking about romantic love. I'm talking about not being invisible. I'm talking about being worth a damn even though you are only one of billions. The overwhelming numbers that crush you under the weight of your seeming insignificance distract you from complex and sometimes entirely missed interactions and connections in your life. If you feel you are alone, if you feel like you have done nothing with your life, I assure you that you're wrong. You have touched someone, somewhere. You have influenced countless lives. When you apologized to a stranger on the street when you bumped into him, you reminded him that there is still such a thing as courtesy in this world. Yo
Prussia X Reader- My Rat's A Human?! Chapter 2“Gilbert?” Gilbert focuses his ruby red eyes on you before slowly saying, “(Name)?” You shriek. “What? What's wrong?”Prussia X Reader- My Rat's A Human?! Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Gilbert... you aren't wearing any clothes.” You blindly search for a shirt under your bed, miraculously find one, and throw it to Gilbert.
“Uh... (name)?” You sigh.
“Crap, you don't know how to put on a shirt do you?”
“Nope.” You're about to ask your pet how the hell he even knows English, but decide against it. “Hang on, let me call my brother.”
You pick up your phone, type in Alfred's number, and listen to the annoying ring before hearing a familiar groggy, “Hello?”
“Al! Thank God! Okay, you know my rat?”
“Ok, well... he kind of turned into a human.”
“You're not messing with me are you?”
“No! I'm not! Al, I need your help! Gil's naked and I don't wanna help him put on a s