Empty Box I left a box on your porch the night before I broke up with you. It was cardboard, medium-sized, bigger than a breadbox, smaller than a refrigerator. There weren't any words or anything on it. It was blank. And empty.Empty Box5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a message on the answering machine when I got home from work the next day, and I knew it was from you but couldn't stand the blinking red light anymore.
If you had looked, which I'm sure you hadn't, you would have seen that the corners were battered, the edges were dirty. Maybe if you had understood, we would still be together.
A few years ago, when we first met, you gave me a box. It was small, black, hard. It was difficult to open and close; you had to be careful not to snap your fingers. Inside, on velvet lining, w
The Martyrdom of Saint VivianThe Martyrdom of Saint Vivian6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The town was just a town like any other in the deep prairie. Its old wizards' tower had survived the revolution and had been converted into a church, marked with a neon Holy Disc that was nearly invisible against the metallic sky. Towering above it, a radio mast swayed gently in the dry breeze.
There was a caravanserai at the edge of town, its clay walls hardened from decades in the hot sun; nevertheless, someone had driven metal poles into them, holding up a billboard: "Food Drinks Rooms Cheap".
The car that pulled into the parking lot outside was a Bakercraft, probably a Model 6 or 7. It resembled the woman who got out of it: both were aging but polished, built with a utilitarian thickness. The woman was wearing a five-dinar dress and a matching summer shawl, and carrying the sort of heavy purse that some women know how to live out of.
How to Spot a Wicked WitchHow to Spot a Wicked Witch and Other Fairytale Land Survival TipsHow to Spot a Wicked Witch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't take the apple. They all lead to death anyway.
That kind stranger offering food is most likely a wicked witch.
Be glad to be the youngest of three. You get the brains AND the fortune in the end.
Always double check your guest list. Forget a fairy and she might just curse you.
Spinning wheels should be banned. Just ask Sleeping Beauty.
Don't make promises you aren't prepared to keep. Like marrying someone to get back that gold ball you dropped.
Ovens are a convenient murder weaponand likely a trap set by cannibals.
Every frog is a prince waiting to happen, so pucker up.
Don't belittle the goose boy/girl. One day they might be royalty.
As every unicorn knows, virginity doesn't just apply to females.
If you have long hair, prepare for it to be used as a rope.
Step mothers are automatically evil and want to see you suffer. Just li
I.O. The First Escape Part IInternal OutbreakI.O. The First Escape Part I6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The First Escape Part I
What a night it had been. Working the late shift, as well as taking over for Carols afternoon shift on a busy day was tough work. The long night was almost at an end though, soon Cindy would be able to go home and relax. Tomorrow was her day off, and she could hardly wait. As an upbeat rock tune played softly in the background in Js Bar, Cindy waited the tables, taking the empty glasses away on her tray. A few of the usuals sat quietly at the bar, drinks in hand. The work had been hard, but the pay was good as a result, not to mention the tips. She took the last empty glass from the bar which had belonged to a man in uniform, a man from the RPD to be exact. Even though she was tired, she managed to wear her cheerful smile. The officer wearily smirked back, adding a wink as she took the glass. Cindy was used to this kind of gesture.
As she walked back to the sink with glass
+OPOC Profile+ Iriye Aisu+OPOC Profile+ Iriye Aisu3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
First name: Aisu [ah-ee-SOO]
Surname: Iriye [EE-rih-yea]
Nickname: Akuma (Kuma-chibi), Noodle Head, Tyrant, Lil' Princess
Age: 34 years old / 36 years old
Date of birth: January 7th
Race: Human (Chitose Clan)
Current residence: RedHair Pirate's Ship - Red Force
Sound and Voice
Traits of Voice: Soft, quiet and calm. Also rather warm.
Language spoken: Japanese / English
Other languages known: Basic runes of her clan (can only read)
Seiyuu(s): Sayaka Ohara [Erza Scarlet - Fairy Tail]
Height: 172cm / 5'8"
Weight: 54kg / 119 lbs | 58kg / 128 lbs (2YL)
Eye color: Purple / Blue
Skin color: Peachy pale
Dear Bastard (Altered Outcome)I pray this brief jaunt through fallacyDear Bastard (Altered Outcome)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Proved entertaining. I hope you savoured the sound
Of my silent screams, furtive destructive dreams,
The echo of my succumbing to the ground.
When all but your emotions remains:
Sensation valued over my dignity,
Idiosyncrasies ignored, my reward
For accepting your ignorance as chivalry.
All that was preserved of our moments
Is lost. Under analogies of ships sailing,
Of birds and cages, new books and new pages,
I shamefully admit my resolve is fading.
Temporary savior, my guidance,
Leave me now and speak no more. The feel of your hand;
Infinitesimal touch - mere memories and such
Count for more than my experiences could stand.
I will not be disciplined by you.
Infatuation turned to obedience.
You domineer based on my fear, transform
Women into children. Why the expedience?
Please return to reality:
Not the selfish desire it seems, but a plead,
A sign to convey before your next prey.
I forbid misinterpreting desire for need.
NowheresI meet people on the road sometimes. They says to me Where ya headed, eh? and I says to them I reckon I dont know. I says. I says I reckon Im headed to Nowheres. And after that they says nothing more, just looks at me, tilt-wise.Nowheres6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sometimes they says to me, after a whiles, they says Why ya reckon youre goin there, eh? And I says to them, I says Why, its cause Im King over yonder in Nowheres. I says King. And then they stares at me some more, and sometimes walks away, slow-like.
Sometimes though, they says to me, they says And how duh you know youre King, eh? And I says to them, I says I just knows. Like how you knows your name is Jerry or Bob or what it is. I says. I just knows. And then they walk away, slow-like, and leave, real quick.
Sometimes though, they says to me, they says,
LOL at that Limerick ContestLOL at that Limerick Contest5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Christian Bale viewed his reflection with a grin
He was covered from big toe to chin
Halloween was his fave
And sweets he did crave
Yup, the 'Dark Knight' would soon ride again
With pumpkin-bucket, he stood at the door
He had rung this doorbell twice before
His Batman costume was a hit
But a rather tight fit
He'd already eaten candies galore
The little kids were all up in a riot
The big kid in the Bat-suit was a pirate
He was collecting every treat
Down their little street
It was time for the Bat-dude to 'buy-it'
Christian heard an internal alarm bell
And finally the other shoe fell
Little monsters converged
Their sugarless rage having surged
So he fled like a bat-outta-hell
I Loved YouI heard another ambulance today. It didn't last long but my ears are still ringing. I called you but you never picked up. Now I'm afraid to watch the news; I guess I'm afraid of fears that could be made real.I Loved You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've been pushing me away for a while now. Bridges burn bright in the wake of ignorance. But I don't mind, I've been through worse and you deserve the best. Call me when you get there, wherever it is you're going.
Love may lose its sheen over time, but at least I had the chance to experience it with you. Pretending like it never happened only makes it harder. So thank you for being there for me even when it wasn't for you.
I loved you.
029.02910 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
peeling an orange, his voice calling from the porch to share the sunset
Rebecca Black TGRebecca Black TG3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I'm Craig. I'm 19 years old.
I was on YouTube, looking through some random videos, clicking on random suggestions that came up. Somehow I got to Friday by Rebbeca Black.
"It's been a while since I've done some trolling, might as well start off with an easy one," I said to myself.
'This song, if you can call it that, is an absolute disgrace...'
I was cut off when pain filled my entire body. All my hair fell out, but then soft, lucious black hair shot out of the top of my head until it reached just past my shoulders. Pain flooded through my face as it softened and became rounded. My lips became pout and my eyelashes grew out.
The changes moved down my body as my shoulders crashed inwards. My arms lost all muscle mass whilst my hands shrank and my fingers grew thinner. My finger nails then grew slightly longer. Great pressure began to build up in my chest before my skin stretched out to form my new breasts until they reached a B-cup.
My core then hardened and my hips grew out while the re
Luna Paws ~ Bio 2015Luna Paws ~ Bio 20151 month ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
"Awww! It's okay! aunty loo loo is here uwu"
Basic Background information:
Luna is a supporting protagonist within the main cast of CJRFM... eeeeeyep!
Luna is a voluptuously curvaceous 19 year old panda chick (and adorable marshmallow) of Chinese ancestral decent. Often nicknamed "loo" or "loo loo" for extra cuteness, she is very much the British "Garage Girl" stereotype. With her East London Cockney Accent, tattooed cleavage, pearl earrings and puffy pink bomber jacket. But like Minx and her clashing subcultures, Luna also has a bit of scene queen mixed in! (If that isn't obvious) xD so yeah she's a babe! Luna grew up on the same council estate with most of the main cast, being familiar with a handful of characters since she was a little girl. She lives in a small flat with her single father (an ex police officer). Her mother I won’t go into detail about because I don't want to spoil any plot but lets just say it's complicated =w=” Luna spends most of
Guardian - Lon'qu x ReaderGuardian - Lon'qu x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey, Lon’qu!” you shouted, running towards him.
“What,” was all he said, looking at you without any emotion on his face.
“Uh…” you said, feeling a tiny bit discouraged by his demeanor. You shook your head quickly and smiled. You were the chief tactician, so you had to at least try to be nice to everyone… and besides, this was Lon’qu you were dealing with. It’s not like it was anything new for him to be like that with you. “Well, I was thinking that I’d like to sharpen my sword skills...” you said as you unsheathed your sword. “And… and well you are the best! That last training session was great!”
He looked at you and then looked away. “Pah, flattery will get you nowhere with me…”
“Oh… okay then.. sorry I bothered you-“ you said, feeling even more discouraged. Maybe you did ask him too often. You started to turn around when you heard
RecallingOnce, I forgot my limbs.Recalling6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I left them downstairs because I was in such a rush to get up to the second floor. I didn't even realize my legs were missing until I was halfway up the stairs. "No matter," I thought, "I won't need them for a while anyway." Only when I tried to reach for a paintbrush did I realize that my left arm had done just that, and the right away. Again, I shrugged it off (with only my shoulders) and went about my business.
My business is rather unconventional. There's no elevator in my office building, because I work from home. Thus, forgetting my limbs downstairs would be, as you probably assume, a hassle. And, well, sure, it's a bit of an obstacle, but I can deal with it. I'm still here now, aren't I?
I asked my boss about installing an elevator once. No, he declined without a moment's consideration. Well, how about an escalator? Absolutely not. You see (he told it to me somewhat like this, but I fear that a few words are off), stair-climbing is a virtue. It isn't sup
The Story of Less IntroThe Story of Less Intro3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many children were born of a normal family. Young and innocent with no cares in the world. The world was your playground for you to discover and live happily. If only it were that simple for a very special young girl named Less. A man of great success lived on the outskirts of town in a renovated military facility with his daughter. Sitting upright on his recliner the good doctor was typing away on his keyboard looking at the TV screen. He anxiously tried to type in some notes from his latest samples in the lab analysis. Soon his daughter would be back from grocery shopping and he didn't intend to get caught working while sick.
Only on certain occasions does he let her go alone into town to run errands for him. Normally she would stay behind watching the lab while he did the shopping, but he wanted her to be more social with the locals. The thing is Less is not
::Sungrove is Under Attack!::"Ugh, why did today have to be so hot?"::Sungrove is Under Attack!::2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nova looked up at the scorching sun and wiped the sweat from his furrowed brow. It was funny to him how some of the citizens seem to need his help when it was the hottest outside. He resumed his work and picked up the boxes strewn across the outside of the Sungrove Library. Each step seemed longer than the last, but he started to slow down as an overwhelming feeling of darkness consumed him. He froze in place, wondering what that sensation was. Slowly turning around, he looks behind him and sees a fluctuation in the air. At first, it seemed just like the heat emanating from the hot concrete. But then the apparition grew increasingly distorted until that very spot burst into black flames. Nova was stricken with fear and confusion. The flames grew in size until they suddenly dissipated, revealing a slim dark figure crouching on the ground. It stood, easily taller than Speenz and cocked it's head back towards the sun and revealed a sinister grin.
Crab Fancy (request)Crab Fancy (request)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Koga liked to go to the beach a lot. It was a nice way to deal with stress and also because he just flat out liked to go to the beach! However, Koga had a small problem with going to the beach, sometimes. He had a large fear of crabs. He didn't know what it was with them, but there was just that awful look the crabs had to him that made him scared. So, if he even saw one crab on the beach, he would get up and leave, just like that.
It was yet, another fine day, for Koga's beach trip. He'd encountered about 3 crabs the past days he's gone to the beach, but he was feeling confident with this one, he knew this day was going to be awesome. He pulled up to the parking lot and parked his car a fair distance away from the beach. He opened the door and was greeted with a nice breeze of ocean water and the sounds of waves crashing against the shore. Before he did anything, Koga went out a couple of feet from his car to the sand to look for
No more EddsworldNo more evil directorsNo more Eddsworld3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No more bacon flavoured coke
No more Bang Boom Splat
No more zombeh attacks
No more digging up egyptian ruins
No more botched house extensions
No more christmas demolition
No more blatant Zombies Ate My Neighbours references (Go play it!)
No more averted paradoxes
No more lucky cans
No more bathmobile rides
No more holidays to the army
No more kitten shopping
No more Eddsworld...
Edd Gould 1988-2012
Kelya Journal PageKelya Journal Page1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Birthday : 4th Pudra 754
Adult Height : 1m66
Adult Weight : 50kg
Overall Body-type : Thin but not muscular, weak
Species : Human, shapeshifter
Other Form : Small african wild dog
Special features :
One of the few small weres who can control their shifting
Has black specks in her eyes and a back strand in her hair
Optimistic, fiercely loyal, afraid of abandonment
Inclusive of others (sometimes to a fault)
Quiet and observant, sometimes in a creepy way
Prone to panic attacks
Loves to try new hairdoes... Which usually ends badly for all involved
Spends time in small dark places when she needs to think
Mother -> Alexandra
Father -> Aldrich
Eldest brother -> Aleron (8 years older)
Elder brother -> Alec (7 years older)
Short History :
Kelya comes from a high ranking aristocratic family. Her parents spent very little time with their children, leaving their sons in boarding school and their baby daughter in the hand of tutors. With the quick succession of course
Truth or Lie - TGAge Eight.Truth or Lie - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you want the truth, or the lie?"
I looked up from my book, tightening my left hand around the spin so that I could shield my eyes with the right. "Excuse me?"
It was hard to focus on the man in front of me, with the light of the sun shining directly past, but I thought I detected a hint of smile on the man's lips. "I asked if you, Marvin, whether you wanted the truth, or the lie."
"I would choose truth," I declared, immediately.
The man stepped a little closer to me, tilting his head back. I could see a little more of him, the wheathered and sun-darkened skin beneath a cowboy hat. I thought he looked old; he didn't look old, he just felt it, sort of. His eyes looked so serious.
"Are you sure?" he asked me. "Why not the lie?"
I stared at him for a moment, and then looked back at my book, drawing it up to my eyes. "I thought you'd ask better questions, with a look like that. That's a boring one. Everyone knows you can't build anything real on a line, right? You're boring."
Theme 93: Give UpTHEME 93: Give UpTheme 93: Give Up4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(With Hatter Blade and Fangrah)
He had given up.
So he had been drinking again and he didn't feel well, and it was more of a mental pain he felt rather than a physical sort of pain. But that had been last night. When he was speaking with her. His "friend." The drinking had come afterward, of course, after the hurt had all been dealt to his already-fragmented mind. It hadn't even been her. It had been him.
He was lying in bed, wearing only his boxers. He was right in the middle of the bed, his arms and legs loosely spread out so he took up the entire mattress. Crumpled blankets and sheets were covering only half of his legs, and the blanket that she had given him so long ago was draped over his shoulders, arms and head. It blocked out the all-too-bright afternoon rays of sun that were sneaking through the closed blinds. He breathed evenly, deeply. His head hurt. He was sick. He shouldn't have been drinking again; it wasn't good for him.
He felt someone enter the