Watch Your Step"Be careful, Alice. Watch your step, Alice," repeated the Cheshire Cat as she walked through the valley of the spikes. He stood in silence as he watched her weave in and out of the sharp, elongated death-trap.Watch Your Step4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He held his breath, watching as a spike plummeted from the top of the ceiling, thinking her end was near. He closed his eyes hearing the spike sink into the marred ground, his heart stopping. 'Was she gone?' he thought. 'She never bothered to listen to me that silly girl... but now who will save us? Who will save her?' He opened his eyes.
To his shock, the last of the butterflies took off around her as she continued through the maze. She survived. "Impossible..." he said to himself, "but then again, this girl has yet ceased to amaze me." He stood above the shafts, his claws sinking into every board, his golden eyes watching his broken mistress continue forth on her journey.
Goodbye AliceInitially, I thought there would be a lot more great deal of pain when it came to dying. But in the end, it only was an intense heavy and numb feeling, almost like you were hit in the head with a large block of ice. The only notion really that I was really even dying was the metallic taste in my mouth, and the haze in my eyes. I looked at her, her young girlish features tainted by the splatter of my blood. Her eyes remained opened, as if she were to be strangled, and her mouth twitched wildly, most likely from shock. It was sad that that was going to be the expression she wore the last time I saw her. I really don't think I had ever seen anyone as scared as she was at that moment, and if I had had time to reflect on it, I would have been frightened too. With a great jolt, I felt the muscles in my body let go, giving up on my hope. As I fell on top of her, I managed to whisper,Goodbye Alice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emotionless Asylum: Part OneEmotionless Asylum: Part One11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was never a normal child. My parents knew that since I was born. That was why they abandoned me outside the orphanage. But even they found me to be, unusual. I never laughed when playing with the other children. I didnt cry either when they picked on me. I never made any friends. I didnt care. I didnt want any. What I wanted was to be alone, and if I couldnt have that, then death.
I wasnt at the orphanage long. After two years of not talking, odd behaviour and not even a chance at being adopted they sent me to a doctor. He spent years studying me. I slept in a spacious room, with a bed, a chest for my things, and a window. They pitied me. I knew it. They gave me nice clothes, toys, books, anything a normal small girl of six could wish for. But I was no typical six-year-old girl. I didnt care for the things they gave me. When I threw the toys at them they would always end up back in the chest. There was only one thing I liked
My Best Friend - NikNack Ch. 6 EndNovember 14th, 2008My Best Friend - NikNack Ch. 6 End4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It started off innocent enough, didn't it?
She doesn't look at me. She won't make eye contact and she holds her breath and glares when I walk past her. It's like she's a different person. Or even like she's pretending to be a different person, so I'll stop trying to approach her and apologize.
And yet it ends so badly.
Nikki and I still talk. We talk because we only have each other to talk to about this. No one else knows what happened, and we won't tell. Casey won't either. I know she won't. She never liked drama, just like Nikki and I don't. The "trio of epicness" doesn't promote drama, and it's for the best.
But even now as I sit stiffly beside Nikki in class and we talk at a whisper, my mind is racing and clawing, and screeching loudly in confusion as I try to push all the feelings back. All the feelings I have for her need to be pushed aside for now, but they won't budge. They sit like heavy weights at the back of my skull and they know they aren't going
Alice Madness Begin Part 6‘This is it’, Alice said firmly. ‘The Jabberwock’s Lair.’Alice Madness Begin Part 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After re-joining with the others, Alice, Sora, Donald and Goofy travelled to a desolate and forbidden place with lava fountains and skeletons scattered all over the place. Inside, they could hear the growling of the Jabberwock, the Red Queen’s champion.
‘Must we go in there?’ Donald asked, his legs shaking.
‘We came so far.’ Goofy said. ‘There is no turning back.’
Sora looked at Alice. He grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. Alice squeezed back and smiled at him before letting go. The group readied their weapons and strode slowly into the lair. As they enter the lair, they stopped as they behold a creature that was most horrifying so far during their encounter. The creature resembled a giant, green lizard with mechanical wings, glowing yellow orbs for eyes and a burning furnace attached to its’ chest. This half-monster and half-machine was en
Afraid of Monsters"What if he eats my legs?” A five year old Jack peers over the edge of his bed, trembling hard enough to make the mattress shake.Afraid of Monsters3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jackie exhales and looks across the room at her twin brother. She’s told him millions upon millions of times not to keep her awake when she’s trying to sleep. Her eyes squint at the nightlight her brother has plugged into the outlet between their beds, casting elongated shadows on the ceiling of their room that remind him of the monster.
Jackie whispers into the dark, “Put your legs to your chest then.”
“But I can’t sleep like that,” Jack whines, “It makes my legs funny!”
“You gots to sleep!”
Jack slowly sits up in bed, clinging to his baby blanket. “I-I can't. I can't here.”
“I can't sleep with your nightlight!” With a huff, Jackie throws her blankets off her body, stomps hard across the floor, and yanks the nightlight straight
The healing point Chapter 2The healing point Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I saw signs, I saw flashing lights blind my eyes but all I kept looking at was this girl's smile. Then we pulled into a cute little restaurant. She looked at me and sighed "I don't really feel like going to that party so is it okay if we just grab something to eat here?" "Yah that's fine but I don't have any money on me" I said trying to no let her know I didn't have money at-all never mind on me. "No problem my dad knows's the owner so we can get food for free" she replied getting out of the car. I followed.
We got inside and the waiter greeted us and brought us to a table for two and handed us menu's I opened it up and read all the choices there were burgers, chicken fingers, macaroni, sandwiches, nacho's and many other similar foods. "Wow, I didn't expect a girl like you to eat at a place like this don't you guys get like fish eggs" I said with my eyes wide open she put her menu down an raised her eye-
My Best Friend - NikNack Ch. 5November 9th, 2008My Best Friend - NikNack Ch. 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don't think any of us will turn out okay if I go through with this. I know we won't. None of us will. Not every ending is a happy one. And dear god this is not going to end well, I just know it, and that's reason enough for me not to breathe. Whenever I do, I feel that my ribs are too smalltoo fragile, like a baby bird's wingsand will crack if I inhale too much air. Or if I eat I might burst, even though my stomach is completely empty.
"Sweetie," my mom's voice is so soft, "I'm really worried about you. You were doing so well, but now you're back to" She eyes my uncomfortable position on the floor of my closet. "this."
This. Back to this. This is all too familiar and I hate it.
"You've been so quiet."
Make this leave, for god's sake. For my sake, not his.
"Is this about Nikki?"
You're killing me. Please don't. Do not.
"You really care about her . . . and she really cares about you too." I can
My Best Friend - NikNack Ch. 3May 17th, 2008My Best Friend - NikNack Ch. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What if we hadn't met? I know I probably shouldn't think about it, but it's so hard not to. If we hadn't met would I even feel this way? This sinking, claustrophobic sensation that presses down against my chesta feeling that's so agonizing and numbing and just unbearable?
Or that other feeling. Whenever her skin happens to brush against mine and my body warms up to her touch. Or when I visualize us kissing . . . or just hugging . . . or holding hands. I wish we could. I do. I really do. But we can't.
The first feeling hurts, the second feeling I don't mind. Not at all.
And then that feeling whenever I see her boyfriend. I can't stand it.
It's so ugly. Just how jealous I can be.
But I won't tell her. I will not ever tell Nikki I'm jealous of Drake. I'm going to keep smiling and I'll keep reassuring her that everything is okay, and that nothing is wrong because there just isn't anything wrong. Nothing's wrong.
Everything's fine. Eve
Explicit ChangeHe stared at the vial in his hands. Was this really what he wanted?Explicit Change4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What was he thinking? Of course it was. He had spent the last six months working on it. How could he suddenly not want it anymore? He gazed off into space, swirling the vial of clear liquid. Once he took the plunge, there was no going back. With great mental effort, he pushed the doubt from his mind. Resolve filled him; he knew he was meant for this.
Standing at his kitchen sink, near the make-shift lab that he had cobbled together from bits and pieces of equipment he had stolen from work, he pulled the stopper off the vial. Now exposed to oxygen, the liquid began to froth, like a can of soda that had been shaken. He tipped the vial slightly, so that the foam spilled out into the sink. Soon, the vial calmed, and the liquid sat still, albeit with a slightly murkier appearance, like milk mixed with water. He continued to swirl the vial, and the liquid became warm.
It was ready.
Bracing himself, he took a deep breath, and
All I'll Do is Burn Up - NikNackIt’s been half an hour after school has let out, and we’re still here in the theater, but I don’t mind it. Not if I’m with her.All I'll Do is Burn Up - NikNack3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey, does this flower look like a flower?”
“Hmm?” I look over in her direction, wishing that I had been watching her paint instead of reciting my lines to myself.
“I think I might need to add a lighter blue to the petals.”
“What’re you talking about?” I walk across the theater’s stage and look at the background she’s brought to life.
“It looks . . . flat.” She stands to her feet and looks up at me, green and blue paint smeared across one of her freckled cheeks.
I feel myself grin like an idiot and just stare at the painting in awe. The green vines swirl together and all of the petals are flourished. “No, no . . . it just looks so . . . Nikki.”
“So Nikki?” She giggles a little.
Plus Size WomanI am a plus size woman.Plus Size Woman9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have curves that would make the autobaun quiver with XTC.
I have never worn a size small.
I have heard every fat joke in the book, written in the stars and thought up in a drinken binge.
I have cried at how they cut to my heart when though I laugh on the outside.
I am a plus size woman.
I have a naughty eyes that make men stop and stare.
I ache when its damp because my joints are worn from carrying around extra weight.
I take pain killers to forget my pain.
But not from my body.
I am a plus size woman.
I am sexy with out trying because I know how to move to music and flaunt the things other girls don't have.
Like breasts and hips.
I can admit that even though I am plus size and the world views me as 'lesser' person, I know my self worth is worth more then the oils sands in Alberta, the diamond mines in Africa and the gold in Donald Trumps jewellery box.
I am a plus size woman.
I know I am beautiful even if you don't.
Skinny girls aren't as much fun in bed as I
Profile in Change - Dr. Charlotte JekyllBy SephzeroProfile in Change - Dr. Charlotte Jekyll1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The flickering glow of the monitor screen reflected off Dr. Charlotte Jekyll’s glasses while her hands busily finished inputting all the remaining commands into the system. She gave a reluctantly sigh as she finished the last of her preparation for tonight’s excursion.
It was not something she enjoys, but her research to continue forward it was necessary. Still she felt a bit of excitement in anticipation for it stirring up deep inside of her. That feeling was only further proof how far she had already gone with these forays.
Satisfied with the monitor displaying all monitoring devices operating properly, she hit one last key to start the recording before she spun around and hop off the chair.
She had cleared enough room in her laboratory area to ensure she couldn’t hurt herself involuntarily during the rigor of the metamorphosis. Plus it also ensured all the camera would get as unobstruc
The little Misfit CH.2Chapter 1: The budding warrior.The little Misfit CH.25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The trip was hard on the young boy. The constant rocking of this giant canoe had made him dizzy. By the next morning they had arrived at the pale man's village. "Come little one." The giant man in black armor said. The boy followed seeing as he really had no other choice.
Even though the boy was scared, he was greatly relieved to be on solid ground once again. The man occasionally gave what must have been orders to his fellow villagers as he led him to wherever they were going. The boy marveled at how strong the pale man's language sounded compared to his own. How would he ever learn to understand the words was a question that plagued his mind until they came to a sudden halt.
"Welcome to my home," the giant man said to the boy. When Arngeir looked at the boy and saw confusion he continued, "I know you don't understand what I am saying but you will in time. You are to be of great use to use one day and I will train you to be the best raider yet. This is
The healing point chapter 1The healing point chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Breathe. In one way out the other, do not take the razor one more time understand? Yah I didn't think I even understood myself because then I reached for the razor to make one final slit. I never ever knew when it'd be the last one, huh some people may think meaning when I'd finally get help but I mean when I'll go so deep it'll be over. Then Sophia came in my room in her princess costume "Hello there Todd!'' I smiled and hid the razor "Todd? Why did you just call me Todd?" I asked. Then she twirled around in circles with her wand and said "Because today you're Todd the frog! And I am the beautiful princess that turns you into Prince Jackson!" I laughed in surprise ''Oh okay! Well Princess Sophia is the most beautiful princess I've ever seen!" She then looked at me and opened her jaw wide then put her warm hands to her cheeks "No!! Me and Princesses Jamie!" She said not forgetting about are Sister Ja
InsomniacJust how much does it hurt to die?Insomniac3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finn lies on the opposite end of his bed so he can stare up at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes. This is the fourth night he's gone without sleep and if it continues he's well on his way to becoming an insomniache can feel it.
He sees dainty people and images prancing around in the cold ceiling as headlights of passing cars seep through the curtains of his window. The lights of the little people hide in the edgy craters of his ceiling, and bodiless voices fill his heavy head. He's found it harder to sleep on an empty stomach and a mind brimming with so many thoughts. But even though his stomach growls so violently and seems to close in on itself, he doesn't get up from his bed to get a snack. He knows anything he eats won't stay down for long even with his massive appetite.
A sharp pain in his abdomen rolls him over to the cool region of his bed for what seems to be the hundredth time this hour. Perspiration collects on his forehead and he gropes
Woman to Werewolf - SnippetFeeling emotionally drained, no longer truly caring about dreams or her own problems, she made her way to her room. Undoing her braid, she changed into pajamas, the same style of baggy shirt, this one white with yet another logo on it, and of purple pajama bottoms. Then, as unceremoniously as the night before, she flopped into bed, her face to the ceiling. She just wanted to sleep. Maybe when she woke up, everything would be better. She looked out the window of her room, and saw the sun still hanging a few meager inches above the horizon. Closing her eyes, she tried to drift off.Woman to Werewolf - Snippet5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She didn't know exactly how long it was that she was there, trying to will her consciousness to fade so that she could embrace the gentle oblivion of slumber, but as the light on her eyelids began to fade, she began to feel awful. The fluttering in her stomach had returned, and was growing stronger and stronger by the second. She could feel her heart starting to speed up in her chest, and her body beginning to
The Face Of Evil In The Heart Of Darkness - Ch OneThe Face Of Evil In The Heart Of Darkness - Ch One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
‘’Come now, Alice. It’s only a dream.’’
‘’It’s not a dream, it’s…a memory. And it makes me sick!’’
‘’Now, focus. Wait… You’re floating, again. Weightless… a cipher… relax.’’
‘’Fire! I’m in hell!’’
‘’Forget it. Abandon that memory. It’s unproductive. Go… to Wonderland.’’
‘’I can’t. I’m trapped… in my past.’’
‘’Sergeant, this girl is badly burnt. Call for a doctor!’’
‘’Will she be alright?’’
‘’No, Alice! Discard that that delusion. Forget it. Go to Wonderland.’’
‘’I’d rather not, Doctor. My Wonderland’s shattered. It’s dead to me.’’
‘’Your preference doesn’t signify, girl. Now, Alic
My Best Friend - NikNack Ch. 1January 3rd, 2008My Best Friend - NikNack Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you happy?" I ask her. My face is pressed to my knees as we sit on the brick wall at the back of the school, and I can feel her shift a little at my side. I lift my head and look down at her.
She tilts her head and smiles up at me like I'm an old friend of hers. "Of course I am, you goof."
No, I want to tell her, No you're not. How can you be? I feel sick, dizzy, and like the world's going to crumble beneath us as I smile back and say, "Good." My heart is caught in my throat, and I try my hardest to swallow it, but it won't go back down.
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August 29th, 2007
I met her today in my American Literature class. I don't think I've ever met anyone like her before. She's in my Spanish class and Biology class. My lunch period too.
She thinks I'm funny. And she likes my hair.
September 12th, 2007
She always laughs at my jokes, my stupid words and reasons, my bad metaphors, and my goofy laugh. That's what I am; I'm her gia
jojo is in love chapter 1jojo's in love chapter 1jojo is in love chapter 17 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
in the moring jojo woke up he yawned a little then got up he brushed his fur his teeth his hair then he went to breakfest he sat down then the chair went to the mayor and he said good moring son ok thats the first chapter so stay tuned to hear more
Dead... Alive 1Dead Alive 1Dead... Alive 17 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
AHHH! SOMEONE HELP ME!!! HELP! I screamed from the top of my lungs, it was loud which made the pain worse. I started to cry, HELP ME, PLEASE HELP ME! Please, please. Then I stopped. Everything stopped. My heart, my brain, every part of my body, inside and out, stopped. I lied there, lifeless.
Im telling you I heard screams! They were coming from the cliff! Why wont you listen! Somebody is hurt and you want to sleep! I screamed.
Joey, will you go back to bed! Its probably nothing; it might be another Barn owl. Uncle Roger said. Go back to bed!
No! I know it was someone, I know it. I grabbed my coat and ran for the door. My Uncle stopped me and stood in front of the door.
Your not going anywhere at this time, now go to bed!
Fine, Ill check it out tomorrow morning. I said.
Good. My Uncle replied.
I turned away from the door and my
AnnieThere was this old woman who used to live under the bridge across the street from my building. She smoked like a chimney, and spent all of the money she got on cigarettes, so we'd all take turns bringing her coffee and bagels, or a sandwich, or spaghetti or something. She never talked to anyone. I think she was mute. I think she had Tourette's, too, because she had this funny little twitchy thing going on all the time, and she would make weird noises that weren't actually words.Annie4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And she was an artist. She made these fun sculptures out of clothes hangers and things she found in the dumpster. She would build them overnight, then after a couple of days they'd disappear. I don't know whether the city came and picked them up, or she took them somewhere or what.
And then she died. I wasn't the one who found her. It was Shane From Upstairs who was taking her a plate of leftover barbecue and saw that fuck, she's not moving. And he put down the plate and rolled her over, and sure enough, she wa
My Best Friend - Nikki's POV pt. 2February 14th, 2008My Best Friend - Nikki's POV pt. 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I haven't had too great of a day.
I don't really know what's wrong with me, I just feel completely off today. I mean, for one thing it's Valentine's Daymeaning that everyone is acting completely chaotic in our school, leaving paper hearts and flower petals and deflated balloons all over the hall. I'm not going to lie, it sort of makes my skin crawl and makes me feel a bit desperate to clean it all up.
I pause for a moment at a water fountain, licking my lips, noticing for the first time how parched I am. Slowly I push my mass of curls behind my shoulder and lean forward a little to quench my thirst with the lukewarm fountain water. Straightening back up, I notice a tall form staring at me from down the hall and instantly smile. It's Jack. For some reason, God knows why, seeing his grinning face standing by my locker makes me instantly feel better.
Stepping forward, someone suddenly grabs my arm and turns me around to face them, presenting me with a deep red ca