The Death Of A DogThe town hadn’t been the same since, Jimmy had fallen into the wood chipper, but that didn’t stop us from having a good time. I would have felt sorry about the accident, but Jim was the playground bully, and I was kind of relieved that I wouldn’t be going home with trousers full of sand anymore. Besides, who had time to be worrying about accidents from the past when you had to deal with one now. “Sammy, why did you do that?” I asked.The Death Of A Dog1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It’s not my fault,” Sammy yelled back, “It was already dead when I started poking it.”
“You’re lying,” I bend down near the dog and poked at its belly. “It was alive this morning, you did something to it to make it die.”
“How could I make it die?” Sammy kicked at the ground, “I’m not even old enough to make things die.”
“What are you taking about? We’re eight, that’s old enough.” I responded, “Remember that
CastielxReader Ch. 9: A Creature You Never WereSpoilers: YESCastielxReader Ch. 9: A Creature You Never Were1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Extra: Reader awesome and magical.
Sam, Dean and Cas may be a bit out of character
Spelling/grammar mistakes: everywhere
I really really hope you like it
You got into the Impala, Sam, Dean and you had just completed another hunt and were terribly tired, those ghosts surely didn’t want to lose the fight. You got some scratches on your arms from knives suddenly flying at you but you were fast and had been able to dodge them, well, sort of. Dean started the car and looked at the map. “How far ‘till the next hotel?” you couldn’t hear what Sam replied for you had put your earplugs in and your favourite music cut you off from the world around you. You couldn’t stop thinking about a few days ago, that day when you kissed Castiel in the rain with his warm trench coat around you. He probably thought it was yet another way of comforting humans and he was probably right abou
TT Story: Raven- Chapter 3TT Story: Raven- Chapter 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3: Nowhere to Run
After a week of captivity, Raven was beginning to chafe severely. Slade allowed her such little time out of the little room she was allotted; for most of the days she was locked up with nothing to do. Frustration mounted; she wished that she could use all this spare time to meditate, but that of course was impossible. The food he brought her was hardly satisfying either.
Almost as if called, the key suddenly scraped in the lock, making Raven jump. It swung open and Slade entered, balancing her breakfast of runny eggs, dry toast and watery coffee in his hands. He made to shove the door closed with his wide shoulder, but Raven, struck with a desperate impulse, darted forward slipped out the door, slamming it behind her. As she turned to run, she heard the metal plate and mug crash to the floor as Slade dropped it to come after her.
Without hesitation, she sprinted down the long, shadowy corridor. Halfway down, she heard the heavy door cra
Batman: Bedside Confessions"Oh, Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie "Batman: Bedside Confessions3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Unbeknownst to Edward Nigma, somewhere in the darkness nearby, a husky female voice is sighing.
"Now what have you gotten yourself into THIS time?"
Stepping out of the shadows of the quaint little room, Catwoman stalks languidly towards the incapacitated Prince of Puzzle's hospital bed.
Emerald green eyes curiously scan the various machines gathered around. Like a kid in a candy store, she touches and inspects each one. Running her fingers along one such machine, Selina watches in awe as Edward's heart beats on the monitor nearby. Slow and steady, a faint deet sounds from the machine in tune to his pulse.
"I mean, just look at you. All tubes and wires How easy it would be for me to just pull the plug."
Her fingers itch to turn the various knobs and push each and every button. How she longs to pull the plug and hear him flat line, to watch him squirm in agony as she rips the countless vital tubes and wires from his body. Oh, she can se
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 48-UnderstandingDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 48-Understanding3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has come to my attention this evening that I have been in a foul disposition the past couple days. Felagi was less than tender in conveying the news to me with a plate being shattered into the back of my skull. It still aches relatively terrible, even now. She told me I had to quit the passive aggressive behavior or else she would have to set me on fire. I am pretty sure she would follow through with it as well. So for the past hour, to be away from Felagi, I had been staring at my scar on my lower stomach, it was still very tender and painful when touched; I just poked at it the whole time while looking in the mirror, trying to remember the undivided love I had for my two sons. To hear the two of them giggle and squeal as I made a silly face was the best feeling that I could have experience as a mother. About ten minutes ago, I traveled down to the stables and went to the stall I placed Sleipnir in. I laid my head on my forearms as I looked in the stall at th
All the Same - UsUkHe stood, his gun pointed at the boy-almost-man he regarded as his younger brother. "I can't do it. You bloody fool Dammit why dammit " he muttered, dropping to his knees on the muddy ground.All the Same - UsUk4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"England " America began, "You used to be so big "
It had been a year or so since that stormy day, and England still hadn't gotten over it. He couldn't seem to get the memory out of his mind, no matter how much he drank. Bottle after bottle, the memories still haunted him, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take before he snapped.
He cursed himself over and over for letting the boy-almost-man go. He was constantly worried that something might happen to him, careless as America was, and that it would just make everything hurt worse.
England sat at the bar over, drinking something. He wasn't really sure what. He was too drunk to remember. Finishing his glass of whatever-it-was, he stood up and walked out the door of the bar. Staggered, actually, into pouring r
Inflation SchoolLucy glanced around the corridors of Steam Coast High, trying to familiarize herself with the new school. Being at a new school was pretty scary, but what she had found out threw rumour was even scarier. Apparently at this school, girls liked to inflate each other. Instead of a prank being snogging someone else's boyfriend, they liked to stick a hose in the other's pants. Steam Coast was an all-girls school, halls constantly packed and classes constantly full. Lucy gazed down at her timetable and saw what lesson she had next: maths. She hurried along, hunting for the room she was supposed to be in, catching a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a window. She stood out like a sore-thumb here, with curly blonde hair accompanying her chocolate brown eyes. She didn't feel right being compressed into a school uniform, her old school didn't have one, but this "new expensive private school" did. Grey blazers and white shirts, and Lucy had gone for the black skirt and leggings option. It wInflation School4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Art of Letting Go"What is it ?" Steve asked quietly, brows furrowing softly at man staring back at him among the paper. That man staring back at him was himself. There was the familiar hard line of his nose, the grey of his eyes, the gentle swoop of his pale hair.The Art of Letting Go3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"It's an IPhone," Mr. Stark replied, "Well sort of an IPhone. I made a few tweaks here and there so I prefer to call it a SPhone." He raised his thick brows, leaning back against the couch and spreading his arms over the top of it like he owned the thing.
"Isn't that illegal?" Dr. Banner inquired with a bit of an amused smile, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward on him.
"Not for Tony Stark it isn't." When you were a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist the average rules of life did not apply.
Steve picked up the thin phone in his hands from where it was nestled amidst a sea of dated newspapers. Of course Tony hadn't bothered to put the thing in a box let alone wrap it with actually wrapping paper. It was pro
Jenna-Louise Coleman 1Jenna-Louise ColemanJenna-Louise Coleman 17 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[It was only through discussion with Aftershow that I became aware of the beautiful Miss Coleman, and it is with his help that this story approaches something close to realistically representing British society, which I do not live in, nor have I ever truly experienced. This story would not have been possible without his assistance, consultation, and ideas. I hope that my skills have done his vision justice. As a note to most readers, all of the dress sizes here are United Kingdom sizes, which differ from American sizes. Simply subtract two from a given size to get the US equivalent. Also, this story is intended to be taken as one work, but DA text limits dictate that it must be broken up into several installments. I encourage you to read them at once if possible for the best effect.
This project has exceeded my wildest expectations on the composition end. It has been an incredible pleasure to write and I sincerely hope you will enjoy it as muc
Bondage shop: Devin, Sidney and Erin Not many customers come into the bondage shop where I, Andy, work and make a living selling kinky stuff to people. Still, there seem to be a steady increase in people coming here to find ways to improve their kinky lifestyle.Bondage shop: Devin, Sidney and Erin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And today seems to be another good day, because there has already been some customers, and here comes some more. Three women. One is obviously old enough. Id guess late thirties or early forties. But the two others seem rather young. They look like theyre 20 at most, not 21 like the shops rules state as the minimum age requirement for getting to come in and shop.
As usual, I greet them in the door, telling them my name. They all smile, but as they all start moving further in, I stop the two younger ones. The older one stops as well.
I need to see identification, I say sternly. They gladly picked up something from their pants pockets which I inspected right away.
Their names are Sidney Corssen and Er
TMDDG: 60-SoulsDear Diary,TMDDG: 60-Souls2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe I should not expect Felagi to be honest with me, I know she has her secrets and she has I right to keep them. But when a certain secret involves being married to a family member, especially someone who is older, that secret should be shared.
I marched away from Tiwaz hastily, back into the castle I saw Felagi resting on the steps in the main foyer. Her face blank, lost in thought, out of consciousness. "Felagi I just had a wonderful tal-"
"I guess you know, uh?" She cut me off in a lethargic monotone voice, her gaze still fixated on the ground in front of her. A pain washed over her face and sadness crept into her soul as her face fell into her hands, and she began to sob hysterically in a curled position on the staircase. Walking over to her curled up body, I sat down on the staircase beside her and laid my hand on her hip she pulled herself away from me closer to the railing.
I sighed slightly, "Can I know why you were married to my Great-Grandfather at the very lea
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 47-SleipnirDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 47-Sleipnir3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That is not my son!" I yelled at the top of my lungs at Felagi. It was impossible. I was a humanoid, that was spider demon horse. Grabbing Felagi by her nape she clinched up and exposed her throat to me. "What did you do to my real son, I want him back not this thing?" She lifted a hand and pointed to the horse.
"That is your son, Loki."
"THAT WILL NEVER BE MY SON!" Releasing her neck, I jumped from the bed and grabbed the foal by its mane and led it into the stables. Placing it in a stall with a cream colored mare, I locked the gate up and walked back into the castle. At the base of the stairs stood Felagi, in the same place I took the previous night.
"You are making a huge mistake. He loves you very much." Her hands clung to the small robe she used to cover herself up.
"That thing is a demon, it does not love."
Her hands dropped to her sides in exasperation as I pushed by her. "But he is loyal." She turned around slowly watching me walk up the stairs. "At least tell me w
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 38-BeatingsDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 38-Beatings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am sorry that I had not written to you in a couple months but, it was with good reason. I have been with Felagi, all this time. Whether or not Maria thought I was alive or dead has been irrelevant to me the past 3 months because, I found out from Felagi when she brought me back to Asgard that there had been a bounty placed on my head and for the corpus of my unborn children. She began to hear of this rumor when she was traveling through Jotunhiem and Nidavellir, I never questioned about why she was there I never really wanted to know, all I knew was I had to live. Felagi had been on top of the rumor for some time listening to where they had searched. One day she had overheard in a tavern in Nidavellir that they had started to search for me in Midgard. Felagi frantically began her search for me again to bring me back; when I went to the ocean that first day she told me that she had felt my essence again. So she started to call for me from the waters and that is how she dre
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 25-SecretsDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 25-Secrets3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Watching my brother be pushed away from me broke my heart but they could not know that I was pregnant; the City of Asgard is not a kind place for pregnant males. Since my father is the king of Asgard he has ultimate control of what happens in his city, and he tends to be very prejudice towards men that have a condition like me. As the doors closed at the top of the staircase I stood confused and nervous. Should I go to Thor's room and show him that I am real or should I just walk away from all of this and head to Midgard as planned? While I thought of the pros and cons to both, I could feel the lingering touch of my brother when his fingers ran through my hair. My hands touched my hair and I felt Thor's warmth dwindle from my hair back to my normal icy frost. I did miss his deeply. Throwing up the hood of the cape over my head I dashed up the stairs and busted through the doors. The two guards on either side of the door were puzzled since they could not see me and we
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 50-TiwazDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 50-Tiwaz3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We are off on an adventure, I am so thrilled! I have not been permitted to leave the castle since I returned from Midgard. Thor got uninterested in the castle yesterday morning and persuaded Felagi to allow me to go with Thor to see our great-grandfather; she wanted to see the man as well I just know it. Our great-grandfather, Tiwaz as he enjoys to be called, lives not too far away from our castle, but since we cannot fly over the Sea or Marmora like birds or swim through it without freezing, we have to go around it. He is a great man that me and Thor absolutely loved seeing when we were children, he could throw us so high in the air we thought we were birds. I was so ecstatic when I heard Felagi had said yes I actually squealed like a sow. Thor estimated the trip to take between nine and seven days to ride there. We have already started our journey; we have almost reached the City of Asgard which we will just be spending the night on the outskirts, since Felagi
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 29-FuneralDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 29-Funeral3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In Midgard they have a belief in which your life would be presented to you as you die. I guess I was dying now. I could no longer feel my body, I could no longer hear. I floated in darkness, waiting for those memories, the painful memories of being a child, the cruel taunting of children, and harsh words of adults. I prepared myself, to see my agonizing past, but it never came. I was ready, I never had regrets and never dreamed of being something more, I had settled for my life thinking this was as good as it would ever get. Then as I finally gave up and my soul to be taken away flashes of my past were presented one by one. There were three images; Thor, Felagi, and the children. Their faces were happy, so very happy, and they were looking right towards me. I was the source of that happiness. I did that. Soon the images vanished and replaced itself with an image that engulfed all three. It was a gloomy day, raining, thunder and lightning, I was in Asgard again. Barefoot and
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 8-FelagiDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 8-Felagi3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was . . . odd to say the least. I have been trying to get out of the castle for the past couple of days now and usually I just wander around the city or headed in the Plains of Ida and look at rocks. But today I headed far away from the city out to the abandoned city of Vanir. I wanted to be alone far away from noise, and since the old city of Vanir was abandoned eons before it should have been the perfect place to think about life and other things. Getting to the city the night was creeping across the sky, and the winds began to pick up slightly, welcoming in the colder night air. Going to my usual spot near the edge of the Asgard continent. Staring out into space at the other worlds I near noises behind myself. Thinking it is just the wind I continue to contemplate my existence. All of a sudden two hands wrap around my chest pick me up and slam me into the ground on my back and a spear held to my throat. Looking at the figure it resembled a woman with ful
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 2-MisspellingDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 2-Misspelling3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today I went up to my room and on the way there I passed by Thor's room and found Thor reading you at my desk. When Thor saw me he called me over and pointed out to me I spelled Asgard wrong. Looking down at the page it was a journal entry from a couple months ago it said "After returning from Muspellshiem Thor thanked me for being his ass guard". Stunned by my brother's lack of common sense I asked him why he thought I wrote it wrong. He looked me straight in the eyes and said these exact words "I care about you greatly. I thought you were saying that you were my world." I was so flustered by his comment I grabbed my diary and ran out of the room. Is my brother really that clueless to what he just said?
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 24-ImaginationDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 24-Imagination3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Standing at the golden gates I watched my brother walk back up the stairs towards the castle. Thor stopped mid step and looked back to me with a look of complete sincerity and kindness. This was a look that Thor had never given me or anyone before, it was new and I was mesmerized by his face, it was a good look on him. Something had changed my brother and I liked it. "Loki?" Thor whispered in a raspy voice. He could see me and I knew it, because his gazed pierced my heart. My face warmed and an uncontrollable smiled burst on my face, I shook my head rapidly to show him that it was indeed me. "Loki!" Thor shouted as he leaped and stumbled down the steps opening the gates for me to enter. His arms wrapped me close to his body and pulled down the hood on my cloak to run his hands through my longer hair, my face laid on his shoulder as we took a moment to reunite. "I missed you where have you been?" Thor spoke as his hands moved to my shoulders and we met eye to eye. His eyes h
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 22-MidgardDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 22-Midgard3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The monotony of everyday existence is beginning to get underneath my skin. I have been living in this palace alone with Felagi nearly four months now, and I have become rather bored with it all. Nothing has transpired in about a month, other than me gaining weight, so I have decided to go on a voyage. I have yet to speak with Felagi over this matter; I am not sure how she will react to it. Nevertheless I have to get out of here, at least for a couple weeks. I wish I knew where to go to, since I am so pregnant I do not want to put myself into any situation where I might be assaulted or injured, that would be the last thing I need right now. The only place I can consider would be safe for me currently is Midgard, the home of the mortals. The Midgardian realm might not be as dreadful as I am imagining. They tend to be getting rather plump in their realm, maybe I could fit right in. I will leave tomorrow, whether or not Felagi agrees to travel with me or not I am going to Midga
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 16-GiftDear Dairy,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 16-Gift3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yesterday was Felagi's party and it went wonderfully without a hitch. We smiled and laughed throughout the meal talking about her trip to Nidavellir and the strange animals that inhabit the harsh terrain. When I gave Felagi her gift her eyes lit up, literally, her eyes began to illuminate a pale aqua blue. They had been doing this the past couple weeks when she would get excited so it is something quite common, but the first time it happened it freaked me out and I fell off a scaffold while cleaning the window. The glowing subsided as she unwrapped the present and an childish grin swept over her face. I had been working on the present for the past week while she was gone to occupy my mind from the strange noises in the castle. This was the first gift I had ever put so much effort into. It was an emerald woolen scarf, with a pale tan embroidery around the ends of the scarf. Felagi snickered as she wrapped the scarf over my neck. "This will look better on you. It w
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 18-ReadinessDear Diary,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 18-Readiness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since I realized what was going on with my body I had avoided Felagi. Usually I stayed in my room or just wandered the castle away from where she usually went to. Today I headed up to the top if the castle. I grabbed my coat and scarf since the winds could chill you to the bone there. I made my way to the roof and sat out on one of the ledges. I looked down to my stomach, and sighed deeply. Poking at the bump on my lower abdomen it squirmed a little inside. Something was in there, but I am still not sure. This type of thing is not exactly uncommon in my realm but it usually intentionally not like this by being raped by a horse. That memory is still so sore in my mind, even after a couple of weeks. It is still way too early to even ask Felagi if she can feel its spirit. I wonder how Thor would take this, becoming an uncle in all, I would hope he would be happy, but knowing how he has treated me they would cry all the time. Lost in thought I blanked out, a pat on my back
The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 15-MovementDear Dairy,The Mini Diaries of a Demi-God: 15-Movement3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sorry I have not been able to write in you for about a week. I have been a bit busy, with running around the castle doing chores. I have a lot to do lately trying to get ready for Felagi's birthday tonight. She is coming back from Nidavellir close to sunset today and I am going to surprise her with some food and a clean castle to come home to since she has been on horseback for days on end by now. She was rather nice to me before she had to leave to get something important from Nidavellir, I just hope she is going to return safe. Speaking of being safe that lump on my stomach is getting bigger too. It is starting to hurt quite badly, almost like taking a knife to my stomach and ripping my abdomen open. When Felagi gets back home I will have her check out the "pouchy" and see if I need a doctor.
Oh shit, something moved . . .
The RoseAt a desk, coffee sachets rest.The Rose3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Long-life milk harbours
white dreams of expiry.
Shuffling in his forgetful nest
a grey man blinks
at the intruding light.
Americo, do you remember
your antique power,
that opened like a rose
on the walls of Hiroshima?