Len x ReaderLen x ReaderLen x Reader3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a cold autumn morning, but the sun was shining and ___ was happy. "I have a feeling today will be great!" she said to herself. "I have a day off, so I can visit Len!"
*Time Skip Brought to You By Kaito and His Ice Cream*
You knocked on the big yellow door to Len's house. "Hey, ___!" Len greeted you with a hug. "Hi, Len!" You giggled. "Want something to eat? We have bananas, bananas, oranges, bananas, oranges, more bananas, and some orange juice!" You laughed. "Anything else besides oranges and bananas?" "We have apple cider," He said as you finally pulled off your jacket, scarf, and boots. "Yeah, that'll work. Thanks!" He laughed again and went to the kitchen to get your apple cider, and grabbed a banana on his way out of the kitchen. "Don't you have school?" He asked. "Nah, day off, so I came to visit!" The two of you continued your chatting for a while, then Rin walked in. "Hi Len! Hi, ___! Wait...." Then she burst into a fit of laughter
(PewdieCry) PTB2: Senior Year (Fall Arc) 7Hey Mochachitas and Chocolattes, I apologize for all grammar and spelling errors. I'm not perfect so if you have any complains, deal with it. So sit back, have a cup of whatever you like and enjoy.(PewdieCry) PTB2: Senior Year (Fall Arc) 77 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rubbed my eyes as I shuffled towards the ringing phone. Who could be calling this early in the morning? I picked up the phone then pressed ‘talk’, not bothering to check the caller ID. I was too tired for that.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hi Felix!” a familiar voice answered from the other end.
“Hey, Nathan!” I yawned before continuing to talk. “How are you?”
“I’m doing pretty well. Say, is Ryan there?” Ryan’s little brother asked.
“He’s still sleeping I think,” I replied then glanced over to my room. “It’s a little too early for us to be awake.”
“Oh, sorry.” Nathan apologized. “Mom just wanted to check in with him.”
Traditional ScarClan PrefixesBeech - Grey brown cat, faint, if any, tabby markings.Traditional ScarClan Prefixes8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Filbert - Brown cat
Linden - Brown tabby, or yellow-white cat
Magnolia - White cat
Aspen - Silver tabby or yellow
Hickory - Brown cat or Orange cat
Locust - White cat
Maple - Ginger or cream cat, possibly cinnamon torties
Tupelo - Red cat
Walnut - Brown cat
Hemlock - Brown or brown/grey tabby
Ash - Grey-brown tabby
Yew - Red cat
Elder - White cat or red cat
Juniper - Blue-grey cat (tabby)
Persimmon - Brown cat (Tabby)
Larch - Pale brown cat
Wahoo - Red cat
Cedar - Brown tabby
Sumac - Deep red cat
Fringe - White or very pale yellow cat
Laurel - White cat
Tea - White cat
Azalea - White cat
Pinxter - White cat
Daisy - White, light golden or light ginger cat
Willow - White, cream or pale yellow cat
Mulberry - Red or black/dark blue-grey cat
Rhododendron - White cat
Birch - Grey tabby or pale cream tabby
Oak - Brown cat
Acorn - Small brown or golden-brown cat
Hydrangea - White cat
Rose - Pale red/ginger cat
Lavender - Pale grey or blue-
HateHateHate6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slicing against my temples, throat, heart. From my mind, aimed at me. I cry for help, but am not greeted by anyone.
Like the ocean, rolling over me, crashing down upon my body, its icy waters silencing my pleas.
Lands on me, snapping my bones like mere twigs. Its claws dig into my back, my heart, my mind. I can't escape from it, can't hide.
Like a bird, flutters into my heart. My heart keeps pumping, rejuvenated by hope. As time goes on, my monsters drive it out.
I beg the monsters to kill me, to end all of this pain, but they just laugh mockingly. "You don't deserve to die." they snarl. My voice betrays my raw agony as I whisper, "I know."
My monsters continue to torment me, laughing at my screams, at me begging them to stop, at my sobs.
Hope is long gone by now. Love is gone, too. As is happiness. I don't blame them. The real monster isn't one of the ones torturing me. No, I'm the real monster. The one everyone should f
Everything Has a BeginningPeople come and people go.Everything Has a Beginning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time, so like a river, flows.
In and out and all around,
Flying fast without a sound.
Rain falls swift and seasons change.
At moonrise the oceans rage.
Waves crash forward then fall back,
Never ceasing their attack.
Darkness swarms from each direction,
Smothering such insurrection,
Calming what has spurned the storm;
Trading peace for the unbalanced norm.
Slowly quiet fills the scene.
Veteran tides begin to gleam.
Night gives way to the morning light;
Pastel skies are a welcome sight.
Weary soldiers ebb and flow,
No other beach for them to go.
The battle fought, the war begun,
They rest there, silent, in the sun.
Sky's Story Chapter V pt IISky's Story Chapter V pt II5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sky's Story Chapter V pt II;
"A New Beginning"
Dawn's stomach growled loudly, and she sighed. It had been a hard winter, and they had barely scraped by.
Aurora stumbled past her, whimpering. She collapsed next to her sister. "Dawn, I'm hungry." she whispered. Dawn nuzzled her tiredly.
"I know. Dark should be back by sundown with some food."
Magma, lying on her back staring up at the unforgiving, cold gray sky. "He'd better be." she growled.
As if on cue, Dark sprinted up to them, his eyes wild with excitement.
Magma snapped, "Dark, you didn't bring any food!" She sounded annoyed.
Dark was untroubled. He continued to dance on the spot until Dawn finally barked, "Dark, stop prancing like a deer with ants in its pelt and tell us what's got you so wound up."
His eyes shining, he said, "I can't tell you. Come with me. I don't want to keep her waiting."
Her? Magma mouthed to Dawn. Dawn shrugged, heaving herself to her paws. Relucta
Lost VoicesTheir words are left behind,Lost Voices9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their voices long forgotten.
Their spirits have moved on;
Their bodies turning rotten.
Human life is mortal,
The end ever approaching,
But stories are eternal,
Their morals always coaching.
The dead no longer speak,
But the tales they leave to us
Can help us in our grief
To learn from what was lost.
you didn't build thatJustin Bieber was driving south in a bright redyou didn't build that9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I gotta get to Alcatraz,” he said to himself, “before they realize I’m not there and leave.”
Suddenly, a Ford Mustang cut him off.
“Oh, @#$%^&!!” grumbled Justin Bieber.
The Mustang had a dog carrier strapped to the top
with a bungee cord. There were yellow feathers shut in
the door and money spilling out the windows.
Justin Bieber revved his engine. Unfortunately, he
revved it too hard and he crashed into the Mustang.
A guy with salt-and-pepper hair got out. “What’s the
big idea?” he said in an unusually annoying voice. “I was
just about to swindle-I mean, go benefit hopping.”
“Who are you?” asked Justin Bieber.
“I’m Mitt Romney,” said Mitt Romney. “Haven’t you
heard of me?”
“No,” said Justin Bieber.
“But I’m on TV all the time,” said Mitt Romney.
“Are you on MTV?”
Stasis: Chapter OneDaylight shone through the small window in Skittles' bedroom. Birds chirped happily outside, welcoming the new day. They hopped from branch to branch, twitching their heads rapidly, some bringing attention to the window. What was that strange device in there? Maybe food? Possibly even more birdseed! The birds chirped in frenzy to each other, until something inside moved. Quickly, they lifted themselves into the air and flew away, leaving downy feathers behind. At the end of the bed, a fluffy multi-colored tail poked out from the blankets. The cat groaned as the alarm clock sounded. A shaky paw reached for the alarm clock, though he could not quite reach the snooze button. Groaning, he sat up and pulled the blue blanket around him, holding it tight as if he were wearing a robe. He pushed the top button. The alarm clock did not stop, but instead kept beeping and making those awful sounds. Getting a bit confused, he hit the button again. The scratchy noises continued. Fur bristling, he hiStasis: Chapter One2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
025 p.m., Valsimir Mansion026 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No!" Mrs. Benson screeched, dropping to her knees. She clasped her hands at Mr. Valsimir's knees. She cried, tears streaming down her sweat-beaded face. After a long day of work at the cotton fields, she had dreaded the moment when the loudspeaker called her name to the Office. None of the workers had ever gone to the Office, then back to the fields the next day.
"Mrs. Benson!" Valsimir slammed his fist on his ivory table. "Inflation says I cannot hire you anymore." He smoothed down his sleek, ivory hair, flattened on his head. His voice, though compassionate, hid lies: He simply did not care about Mrs. Benson, nor any of his workers. As long as he produced cotton that he could sell to the companies, he did not care who worked for him. As long as the job was done. "Mrs. Benson, you are one of my best workers. I did not have to do this, at all. I am very sorry. If I could have kept you, I would have, but I can't."
"But.. But Mr. Valsimir! Fire... F
Touchy Feely-- A Phan fic Part 2Phil stopped dead in the hallway.Touchy Feely-- A Phan fic Part 26 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dan liked him.
What should he do now? Phil had no idea. Of course he'd confessed to boys before. Some of them had said yes, in fact. Some said no. But how did he tell his flatmate that he snooped, and that he knew he liked him? It was too complicated. Maybe, just maybe, Dan would say first, knowing that he now had his feelings sorted out. Phil smiled like a 13 year old girl, rushing to his room with his now melted ice cream. However, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that it would probably never happen. Dan wasn't open at all to his feelings or thoughts. He was, mostly, a man behind closed doors.
Dan sighed, cupping his head in his palms, hiding his face from the camera.
He.. he liked Phil. It had always been in the back of his mind. Dan knew that what Phil and Dan shared was something more special than friendship. After all, they had been places.. all over the world together, actually. Phil had seen him at his best. And at his worst.
Touchy Feely-- A Phan fic Part 1THIRD PERSON POVTouchy Feely-- A Phan fic Part 16 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hello Internet!" Dan did his friendly wave towards the camera as he always did. Two weeks ago he had done the same thing, and a week before that. Of course, it was supposed to be weekly.. Dan hoped everyone could remember his "Procrastination" video.
"Welcome to a new segment called Ask Dan, where I answer your somewhatcreepy questions!" The handsome boy did a comical cool-guy look, then pulled my laptop onto his bed, already on his twitter page.
Dan decided today wouldn't be scripted, for the hell of it, so he basically just answered questions in order. "Elephants or ducks?" Dan read aloud. "Hm.. Ducks." Dan made a mental note to photoshop a duck on his face when editing.
The Danosaur went down a whole list of questions without flaw. My viewers were fucking creepy, he thought to himself.
He went without flaw Until he got to one question.
"Answer honestly..." Dan's voice started strong, but grew more unsure and quiet towards the end as he read the rest. "Do you like A
Late February Task: Sibling Rivalry, Ch. 2Chapter 2Late February Task: Sibling Rivalry, Ch. 27 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
That bloodcurdling cry still echoed through the forest with no sign of stopping. Shedinjas weren't particularly speedy Pokemon, but that was irrelevant as Void sped through the trees as fast as he could. He couldn't comprehend why this was happening to him! He's done nothing wrong and actively goes out of his way to be kind and helpful. In fact, he was just relaxing in his favorite open field whilst he waited for Aura to return, overall minding his own business. He eventually spotted movement in his peripheral vision and turned, expecting to see the young Abra or perhaps even his brother. But instead, he saw a Houndoom and Gliscor, both of whom wasted little time in launching completely unprovoked attacks on him.
He's been fleeing for his life for the past few moments now, although to him, it felt like an eternity.
Whimpering, the small Pokemon barely managed to dodge a stream of fire surging for him and he tried even harder to go faster, pushing his spiritual en
//Dear you//9 months ago in Letters More Like This
I'd like to know
Why we all laugh.
Why we all cry
Why can we remember sadness better then
Why can we not be happy
Even when we don't believe in love?
Funny how it rains
when we're all happy
to distinguish these thoughts
we don't have a clue.
Feelings plural of feel-ing (Noun)
An emotional state or reaction.
IF YOU LOVE YOUR HEALTH AND EYES THEN READ!IF YOU LOVE YOUR HEALTH AND EYES THEN READ!9 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Sitting all day is hazardous to your health. When you realize just how hazardous, you’ll be jumping out of your chair at the slightest excuse. Good idea. Looking at 8,800 men and women (average age 53) over six years, researchers found that for every hour of TV viewing, risk for death due to cardiovascular disease increased 18%. For those who watched TV more than four hours daily, risk of death was 80% higher than for those watching fewer than two hours daily. Sitting for 8 hours has been linked to 65% more fatigue, and a greater incidence of diabetes, heart disease, musculoskeletal pain, and overall de-conditioning.
Most of our work force is glued to keyboards and our bodies are simply not designed for it. We are meant to move. Unfortunately, exercising for an hour after work does not counteract being planted on your fanny for the previous eight. Whether sitting in a car or at a desk, you need to change position throughout the day, especially if you
Give us a chance! -_-"Smack!" Next thing you know you are getting arrested and suspended from school, just because you got hit. I currently attend Riverview High School in Riverview, Florida. I am 15 years old and I am in tenth grade. I am producing this letter to inform you that the fighting policy in the United States is unfair; the administration and police should be more lenient with the consequences.Give us a chance! -_-1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
First and foremost, it is not fair that some students can get arrested for being provoked. For example in my school, someone was hit in the face with a shoe and a fight broke out, both parties face the consequences of being arrested. This is unfair because the victim in this situation was simply defending himself. Students shouldn't be arrested immediately following an altercation because this will ruin their record. With an arrest on one's record, it makes it even more challenging to get into colleges and to get a job. Having a criminal record from your past can affect the rest of you
Obsdian's pack life part 4Obsidain sighed. Why do wolves have to be so senseless like a blind rabbit? Blackstorm sighed too, but knowing how smart Obsidian is he knew this would be no trouble to him. Obsidian walked up to a group of wolves barking and yapping at each other in argument. Obsidian gave a bark for their attention, which the group of wolves stopped. " What the fox dung is going on here? Surely we are not arguing? You all know better. Tell me the problem." A grey wolf with two fangs poking out of his mouth a bit walked up to Obsidian. " Gooldenheart is yapping about that he should lead this hunting patrol!!" the grey wolf complained. Obsidian frowned at this pointless argument, they were wasting daylight! "Snagtooth, you know that I am the one leading the patrol, no one is suppose to put them self in charge unless it's nesseccary. BUT, THIS IS A POINTLESS ARGUMENT!!! GET YOU FUZZY BUTT OUT OF CAMP AND WAIT UNTILL I COME AND LEAD THE PATROL!!!" without a single yip of protest all the wolvesObsdian's pack life part 41 year ago in Profiles More Like This
FriendsAll my friends are unique, school, online dosen't matter, they are ALL great! ^^ If you are my friend on here, i want you to know that i'm always here to support you, and to cheer you up! ^^ just want you guys to know that! ~ObiFriends1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Obsidain's pack life part 2Obsidian reached his camp in the open field surrounded by trees. Wolves were coming in and out of camp. While Obsodian looked around for his mate, Cassidy. He spotted the pink and grey she wolf basking in the warm sun until snow pelt arrived and wolves will live in the bitter cold. obsidian walked up to his mate and said, "so, how is it going? Camp doing fine while I was gone?" Cassidy looked up at her mate and nuzzled him and said, " yes, the camp is working in perfect order. Obsodian smiled. "where's Breeze? " Obsodian looked around the camp, soon to see his daughter playing with a few other pups by the elder's den.Breeze looked up to see her father had returned from his patrol and ran to him in great joy. "Hay dad! Did your patrol go well?" Obsidain looked at his daughter with great pride, here White and blue pelt groomed but a little ruffeled up by the play fighting with the pack pups. Obsidian bent down and began to groom his daughter until her furObsidain's pack life part 21 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Obsidian's Pack lifeObsidian looked out into the woods. He smelled an unfamiliar scent in his territory... Hes Red and white pelt was ragged and his eyes were stone as he looked around. Obsidian was deputy of his pack, and he served it well and not one wolf questions him not even the pack leader. He is the most popular around the pack. Even other packs. Obsidian began to go in a hunters crouch and stalked up to a near by bush that reeked of rotten deer meat. This wolf Had to be in Bone pack, but why in his packs territory? This is Arctic pack's territory, with his instincts kicked in and pounced into the bush, and pinning a wolf down. He smelled HORRIBLE, he reeked as if he rolled in Deer dung and rolled in rotten deer meat. But Obsidian wasn't gonna let this one slip away, no, he was going to KILL this wolf if he had to...Obsidian's Pack life1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"OH..uh.. hi Obsidian, long time no see eh..?" This wolf was grey with ragged torn fur, his yellow eyes wide with fear and surprise. He was shaken to the skin.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN O
Flippy Flips out part 78Recap: On the last chapters down, the gang got separated from each other, Evil Flippy had tied down Pippy in a room to stop her from trying to save her friends, Pippy soon escapes from her tied ropes and runs out the room in search of her friends, each one of her friends are in a room, she must think fast if she want's to save them. Time is running out....Flippy Flips out part 782 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pippy: Evil Flippy want's to get to all my friends and take them down, it's up to me to stop him, I have to get to all of them and make sure there ok. Where should I look.
Pippy hears voices not to far from her, she quickly goes in the direaction of the voices.
Pippy: *in her head* I got to be quiet, I don't want evil to know I escaped *she looks at some cameras monitoring the halls.
Pippy: there is about six cameras that watch every hallway....I got to be fast.
Now to Miku and Teto
Miku: do you hear something Teto?
Teto: hear what?
Miku: shh! There's the sound again ^^
Teto: I don't hear anything
Miku: oh look! It's just the wall
Who Am I?Who am I?Who Am I?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am somebody.
I am somebody who loves to learn.
I am somebody who is afraid of being burnt.
I am somebody with no father.
I am somebody afraid to be a bother.
I am somebody who loves dreaming at the sky.
I am somebody who is always asking "Why?"
Why are they the way they are?
Why won't they try to go very far?
Why can't they see there is more to life than you?
Why can't they see that they will make it through?
Who am I?
I am nobody.
I am the person who never gets a letter.
I am the person whose name you can't remember.
I am the face you cannot place.
I am the one who sets her own pace.
I am the one who doesn't try fit in.
Fit in with all of the deceit and sin.
Who am I?
I am everyone.
I am the poet dreaming impossible dreams.
I am the skeptic who knows nothing is as it seems.
I am the optimist who believes in better days.
I am the realist who sees the world in shades of gray.
I am the patient one who waits 'till the time is right.
I am the pacifist who doesn't
A Love Poem to One NonexistentYour fingersA Love Poem to One Nonexistent1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Entwined in mine
Anchor me here.
Holding me tight
Make me feel secure.
Passing whispers and loving promises
Hear me and understand.
So soft as I run my fingers through it
Is my comfort.
Caring, kind, mischievous, protective
Tell me everything I want to know.
Smiling in front of me with a single flower
Are my dream come true.
I love you.
I'm Waiting...Seven hours a dayI'm Waiting...8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Five days a week
Two hundred days a year
I sit in my chair and ponder.
These symbols on my arm
And scribbles on my notebook
Are just few of the things
That allow for entertainment.
For I'm just one of many
Enclosed by stone brick walls
The only light I find
Is from the bolted windows
An outside world
We are prohibited from entering
Because the only place where we can learn
Is here, in the classroom
And with every passing hour
For a life that I am promised
For the passing of notes
Whispers, snickers in the halls
Bearing judgements at a glance;
I don't stand a chance.
To make something of myself
For my grades to come out
For my label to be made.
For a schedule
For a friend
For a deadline
For a break.
To be ranked for my attire
By the others who feel trapped
When the load is too much
When there's no fighting the system.
As every day repeats itself
For the tests to come back
For the books to clos