No Place Like Home.I'm sitting patiently at my front door, the cold concrete of the walkway numbing the pads of my paws. My throat is aching in agony as I begin to screech louder, hoping my owners will acknowledge me this time. With every second of silence from behind the door, my frozen ears droop more.No Place Like Home.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Darkness is slowly swallowing the day; shadows are playing tricks on my mind. There is no light from early peaking stars as dark, ominous clouds smother the sky.
The torrent of rain is relentless in its persistent pursuit to drench everything the icy drops touch. The trees leaves, the grass, even my short, black fur isn't immune to the bitter droplets assault.
Late September winds ruthlessly howl, cutting through my small body with the cruel sting of hundreds of chilled needles. Brutal shivering overtakes my body, the cold seeping and spreading, until I feel numb from the tip of my ears to the tip of my tail.
A scratching noise has my ears shooting up in a rush of hope; however, they flatten instantly in
Sonata's Dying LoveSonata's Dying Love 7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a rainy Sunday night, Aria was looking inside the small refrigerator.
"Is this alright?" Aria asked her softly.
Sonata looked at her and didn't say anything but she nodded her head slightly. She smiled a little, her cheeks lukewarm, and slowly, she scooted closer to Aria, she was drinking her orange juice, careful not to disturb Cynthia who was sleeping beside her.
She always loved her mother's scent and embrace. But unfortunately. This will be the last night the small child will ever get to spend with Sonata.
The young family was at Canterlot Hospital, a few weeks ago Sonata was given the devastating news by her doctor, she was diagnosed with a mysterious disease that was slowly killing her inside her body system.
When she told Aria about it, all she did was cry for weeks until there was no more tears left, how will she get by? How will Cynthia get by? Aria knew she couldn't take care of Cynthia by herself, but Sonata assured her that everything will be alright, and
Thoughts to KalinaMy Dear Angel... Your sun has set and your life has ended... words cannot describe myThoughts to Kalina5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
grief or pain. We have lost our Original Baby Shamu and not just that but a great
The first time I saw you back in 2000 with young Tuar you were so full of life.
Leaping and knowing no limits to your amazing power. You inspired me to become
the orca lover I am now.
The final time I saw you in February of 2009 you seemed so full of life. Leaping
and amusing us all with your antics. Keeping us all filled with joy with your
kind and caring nature.
Then to hear the news that you were pregnant once more was truly an honour.
Seeing you leap and hearing of you filling others with so much happiness made me even
happier. I was looking forward to you having that calf.
Then only days later hearing of your untimely passing... there is no limit to
my sorrow just as their won't be for your family or the trainers. You looked so
well.. really makes you think about life... how one minute someone can be
Talking with MaleforEdward and Sarius talks with MaleforTalking with Malefor8 months ago in Humor More Like This
Edward and Sarius are at a ice cream shop, having ice cream.
Edward: So, dad. You invited Malefor to talk with you?.
Sarius: Oh yes, this bad guy is Malefor. He was in Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon.
Edward: I thought he was a reggae singer, dad.
Malefor: I am not a reggae singer!. I am the great Mal...
Edward: The great malfunction!
Sarius: Stop that, son.
Malefor: You are annoying.
Edward: Not as you are.
Edward: I scream!
Sarius: For ice cream?
Sarius: Sometimes I really hate my son, Malefor.
[Gift Lit] The Unexpected SurpriseThe Unexpected Surprise[Gift Lit] The Unexpected Surprise1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a hot, dry summer's evening at Dyess Air Force Base. A man wearing a dark green flight suit was sweating as he walked around a massive black aircraft. His name was John Rockwell, and he was a pilot. He'd been in the Air Force for years, and a pilot for even longer. John had been flying this old B1B for a long time, and it had carried him through a lot. Thousands and thousands of miles, SAMs and AAA, a few turbulent thunderstorms, one near crash. He'd come to think of this huge beast as his aircraft. Now the Bone was going to the scrapyard. Its last flight would be from Texas to Tucson, where it would be drained and gutted and towed into a field to spend the next few decades sitting in the desert sun. Maybe someone would buy it, restore it, put it up for display in a museum somewhere. A crummy retirement for a veteran bomber.
John's fingers touched the matte black finish as he searched the aircraft'
Kernanlkougar in Russia Part 6Kernanlkougar in Russia Part 67 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kernanl woke up with a daze the world was spinning she couldnt hear a thing, though. She just wanted to go to sleep sweet, dreamy sleep.
What the fuck are you doing, American!? said a Red Army captain she couldnt recognize his
Get up or I shoot!
Oh. That guy.
Five minutes, sir
Fuck you and your five fucking minutes! We need anti-armor and we need it now! He threw the catgirl to her feet and pressed her rifle into her arms.
Shoot them or I shoot you! Now go! he said as he scrambled to another position. The enemy had somehow gotten through the defenses and was now rumbling into the base behind the three remaining White Eagle tanks. A single sniper was seen fleeing the scene.
Were being overrun! Charnenko said over his radio as he sprinted away from the defensive lines, You hear me you Polish bastard?! Were being overrun!
I read you, I re
Kernanlkougar in Russia Part 2Kernanlkougar in Russia Part 27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Comrade Major Kazansky, this is Sergeant Nikolaev from the field. Calling from a village payphone uh the weather out here froze all our communication equipment.
Yes, sergeant, what is it? the major asked, twirling a pen idly in one hand while he rested his head on the other. He was dressed in a khaki dress uniform, with his officers cap on the desk along with his sidearm.
Well, uh we were doing a routine training exercise when three of my men fell down a ravine.
Are they alive? Kazansky said, his voice showing no concern.
Oh, everyones fine its just that we have no way to bring them out.
You have your mountain gear.
We left it.
Another way out?
Its a very small space, comrade. Looks kinda like a pit.
How did this happen?
Before the sergeant could answer, he was interrupted by a beep on the intercom. The major excused him
Kernanlkougar in Russia Part 3Kernanlkougar in Russia Part 37 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
KHABAROVSK KRAI, KRASNORUSSIA
The MIR chopper circled overhead as Kowalski spoke with the sergeant who was in command of this unit.
So how exactly did they get down there?
Well, Gefreitor Suvurov fell down the ravine to begin with. I sent a medic to help him out. Then when he was patched up, I had realized my mistake but then another member of my unit decided to jump down with a coil of rope to rescue them himself. Now theyre all stuck there. Three fools in a pit.
Indeed. Sergeant Richards?
See what you can do about this situation.
I already have an idea, sir. Just position this bird over the ravine.
You heard her, pilot.
The pilot nodded and gave a thumbs up, maneuvering over the site of the three soldiers stranded in a ravine.
Suddenly, without warning, Kernanlkougar leapt out of the chopper and into the ravine.
That idiot. said the sergeant.
Awkward Teens.....Part IIThe next day Chas came into homeroom to find an empty seat next to her, her heart sank a bit, wanting to see him, especially today, but at the same time she was kind of relieved she could get through the day without having to think. She say alone at her desk trying to block out the memories. "Ah Jake, nice to see you've decided to join us" that sentence alone brought her back to earth faster then anything else could have. She looked down at her desk and felt her burning cheeks as she put her head in her hands trying to stop herself from being overwhelmed.Awkward Teens.....Part II5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Awwwww, the emo's embarrassed!" Rachael spat. This made the class erupt into laughter. Chas couldn't take it anymore. She got up from her desk, gathered her things and accidently dropped her pencil case on the way out, she bent down scooped it up with her spare arm and ran out the door pushing past Jake on the way. "RACHAEL! I've had enough of you being spiteful. Next time you'll see Paul" The teacher threatened. Jake wanted nothing
Memories Part 3The moonlight engulfed him, piercing through a break in the clouds. A perfect picture painted against the darkened sky of a sullen figure sitting silently by the river. The reflection of the moon released the shadows hold on him and he followed the light over to the swing that was swaying lightly in the wind. An image of a fond memory embraced his sorrow.Memories Part 36 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Higher Harry, Higher!" Her shrill voice sounded throughout the park. His newly found muscles braced for the swings impact as he tried to push her higher. Her slim figure shone against the setting sun and her blonde hair flowed behind her in waves as she flew higher in the air. The swing started to slow so she jumped off and ran to the outskirts of the park.
"You can't catch me Harry!"
He sprinted after her, there silhouettes fading into the sunset before falling softly to the ground next to the old oak.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Her voice dropped to a low whisper.
The sun had disappeared beneath the horizon, leaving the sky a combinat
Memories Part 1His hair caught in the wind as he sped down the highway. His black Mercedes almost invisible against the darkening sky. He glanced up at the stars.Memories Part 16 years ago in Teen More Like This
"You couldn't live without me aye?" he called mockingly to the sky.
"You just left me. Did I even mean anything to you?
The stars blinked at him in reply. He slumped in his seat and pulled over into an empty parking lot. It was then he realised where he was. He wandered slowly over to the wooden bench and sat down. The weather was the same. A warm summer night. The only difference was that a chill hung menacingly in the air. As if trying to tell him something the wind started whistling between the trees. He glanced over to the old oak. That was where it all began
He was weaving between the trees running swiftly from his pursuer.
"Harry! Slow down!"
Her voice echoed and he started to slow.
She was like a little sister to him and followed him everywhere. He stopped dead in the middle of the track and she ran into his
Accidentally... In LoveI called out to him softly one night, in my room. From my bed to him on the floor.Accidentally... In Love8 years ago in General More Like This
"Are you asleep?"
He rolls over and sighs. "No. What's the matter?"
"I just can't sleep."
He gets off the floor, wriggling out of his sleeping bag. I can just see him in the moonlight; he is only wearing boxer shorts. Something tightens in my chest.
"Nor me. I keep thinking about the stupidest of things..."
He comes over to lean on my high bed on his elbows; I sit up and wrap myself in my duvet, taking his hand.
"Stuff about the car!"
We chat for a while, but I am getting sleepier by the moment.
"Do you mind if I lie down? I'm tired..."
"No, of course not," he says, but as I tuck myself in, my face only inches from his, he makes no attempt to leave.
"Are you not sleepy?"
"I am a bit," he replies. "I might try and sleep."
I sit up again quickly as he turns away. "Can I have a hug?"
He stops and turns back. It is now very dark, I can only barely fathom his outline. He puts his l
You Are a WinnerLook at yourself for a moment. Think about yourself.You Are a Winner1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are literally billions of ways you could not exist right now, and only one way for you to be here.
Your chances of existing are over two billion to one. That is statistically impossible, and yet you are here. Do you know what that means?
You're a miracle.
Against all odds, you exist. You are a survivor, a winner. Many think that you need to be successful to win at 'the game of life'. You don't.
You just have to play it.
No matter how dark you feel, no matter how cold things get, know that you are special. Your life is more valuable than any amount of wealth, because it is the only one in existence, it is totally unique, formed from your experiences, good and bad.
Think about that. You are worth more than anything else in the world, because you are as complex and unique as the earth you stand on.
So don't throw your life away, make it bigger, make it even more special. Be a shinning star, because you are already a winner, you ju
Chapter Two of the Deviant Art Odyssey Her seatmate's skin was gray traced with golden designs, his hair wafted around his head as though underwater, and his eyes did not blink as he studied her. "Who are you?" she asked, but before he could answer the vinyl underneath her blistered and disintegrated and a city flared up around them, towers beaming into the dark as neon rainbows swiveled into place just above eye level.Chapter Two of the Deviant Art Odyssey4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tokyo," she realized.
"So many mortals," the gray man mused. "Is it even possible to save them all?" He reached out to touch the head of a passing child, fingers shining with an ominous light, and she threw herself in his way. Before her eyes could follow he'd moved and reappeared behind her, breath warm against her ear. "Who am I?" he asked mockingly.
"The devil," she accused. He turned to the nearest mortal, a woman, and reached again.
3 a.m.3 a.m.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Patches of stars showed between the clouds as they drifted slowly through the night sky. The moon bathed the fluffy edges of each one, lending it a silver lining. Amber streetlights lit up the roads, giving them the appearance of black glass. The rain had ended a few hours ago and the wet pavement sparkled as if it were dusted with glitter.
A black boot splashed through the ditch outside Jill's house, crossed her yard, and disappeared behind her privacy fence.
The party was for her sister's twenty-fourth birthday. Jill had spent the whole week planning it and the whole day enjoying it. Now she lay on her chaise in the living room by the patio door. She had left it slid open and the cool night air blew into the house from the west.
In the side yard between the house and the fence, a figure dressed in black crouched below the windows and lurked into the backyard. The glint of a kni
Of the Sky Heavy drops of water fell from my eyelashes as I turned my face to the sky. The clouds were angry and grey as they spewed moisture from above. My face felt battered as I bravely took the water's beating, and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd have bruises on my cheeks and forehead in a chickenpox pattern. They say the city looks different depending on the weather, but I couldn't see my own hand ten inches in front of my face. Instinctively, I felt the urge to find shelter-dry off in front of a fire maybe, but I couldn't make my legs move in a forward motion. Maybe I just didn't care enough. The rain didn't matter. Being cold and soaked to the bone didn't matter. Nothing mattered. I was numb to the water that felt like ice pellets, and to any emotion. I've heard it changes you, losing the one you love. You'll never be the same person you were when they were with you. My mind drifted, wondering if they have rain in heaven. In a flash, headlights were on my faOf the Sky4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hate that I love you"I I hate that I love you," she said angrily, tears stinging her eyes.Hate that I love you4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was looking at her tenderly and it was not helping her case here. Damn his cute eyes! She was supposed to be angry, she was supposed to let him suffer for a while, but he was making that impossible.
"I hate what you did to me," she continued, trying to focus for as long as she could.
"I I "
"You love me," he murmured against her lips.
She stared up at him and couldn't look away.
"Yes I do, but that's not the point here "
"Yes it is," he cut her off, "because I love you, too."
"You you do?"
He smiled and simply answered by kissing her on the lips.
BrotherhoodThey used to be sailors with paper hats on their heads; and on their collared polo shirts, blue ribbons were their decorations. They used to make medals out of Styrofoam spray-painted gold, hung them onto their pretend uniforms, and sailed away to the sea. There was a boat which would take them away to the farthest reaches of the world, maybe even to Atlantis, and as they steered the boat, they held each other's hand. That was before the boat capsized and their hands were torn apart by the onrush of water, and they were swallowed under by hungry waves. When they lost sight in the brewing storm, they lost each other forever.Brotherhood4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alex sets down the picture frame. It's silver and quite old, judging by the nicks and scratches on the glass: eleven years ago, he and his brother were making sailboats with cheap paper from a nearby store. They were laughing, arm in arm, and their creations floated on the man-made lake found within the grounds of their family home, bef
A Different GoodbyeI watched him from behind, my heart racing. He slowly straightened from his hunched position as the last Shadow, at least what I had come to call them, fell. The long, ebony staff he always had with him was held strategically in the air, still hovering from his last strike. His back was still to me as he walked forward and knelt next to the first Shadow he had brought down. He touched the Shadow's neck, looking for a pulse, as if the Shadows were actually living things. It looked as if he murmured something before reaching up and grabbing the Shadows weapon. It was a short knife made of so many shadows that it had finally become tangible, just like the Shadow itself. He took the knife and sliced the Shadow at the throat. Instantaneously the Shadow's tangible form dispersed and became a dark pool of liquid on the ground.A Different Goodbye4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man continued his rounds until all five of the Shadows were nothing but dark smudges on the cement sidewalk. Then he turned to me. My heart almost burst from adrena