IF: Fathers DayThe GrubbersIF: Fathers Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matthew and his mom Melanie were busy making breakfast for Johnathan. His favorite breakfast in fact: bacon and cheese omlette with a side of sausage links and a cup of coffee. The scent wafted up to the bedroom where he could smell the bacony goodness. Matthew was sixteen now and they had managed to get all the holidays in as a family. Mothers Day and Fathers Day were his favorites, because without them he wouldnt be here now to celebrate.
Melanie got all the food ready on the tray along with a special love coupon book she made and walked the tray up the stairs for breakfast in bed. Matthew had put a Fathers Day card on the other side of the dish as he burst through the door to his parents room and shouted "HAPPY FATHER'S DAY YA OLD FART!"
Johnathan laughed and said "Thank you, son!" he eyed the omlette with a bit of drool escaping his mouth and he licked his lips before digging into the eggs. His eyes caught a
I Was FROZEN todayI Was FROZEN today5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Batman & Robin
The dynamic duo are in the Batcave after a failed attempt at subduing Mr Freeze:
Bruce: You just had to rush in on Freeze, did you?
Dick: Hey, I could have gotten him if you'd just let me!
Bruce: Dick, remember what I told you about teamwork.
Dick: You mean, your old tricks? I could still take on Freeze if you hadn't gotten in the way!
Bruce: Well, what do you know?! I've rounded up more criminals than you ever did!
Dick: I was FROZEN today!!!
After a moment of awkward silence, Bruce quietly leaves Dick alone to warm himself up with a warm towel and a basin of warm water.
Transformers (2007 film)
Megatron meets up with his second-in-command Starscream after being thawed and escaping the Hoover Dam.
Megatron: You failed me yet again, Starscream.
Starscream: But Megatron, I -
Megatron: I was FROZEN today!!!
Starscream is dumbstruck and can't think of a comeback for his superio
EG Sample Chapter 1EG Sample Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A boy of nobility becomes a page, a page becomes a squire, and a squire becomes a knight. Only then does a son of privileged blood become a man in the mountains of Nebo.
To become a page, a boy needs only to reach the tender age of eight. An inevitability. To become a squire, a page needs only to reach the age of twelve. An inevitability. To become a knight, a squire must endure four years of arduous training to condition both his body and soul in such a way that befits a professional warrior and pleases the Phoenix.
At the end of this training, the squire is put to the test. He must earn his knighthood by engaging in combat and killing at least one of his kingdom’s enemies. After completing this task as to which the outcome is most uncertain, only then can a squire become a knight.
RS: Over the Top AftermathRS: Over the Top Aftermath4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The drive back to the house that night was one of the hardest things I had to do in my life. I had to pay attention to the road and comfort Pops, who was now sobbing and whimpering on my shoulder. Not to mention I had to keep my tears from affecting my vision.
I never really was fond of Rigby, in fact, I hated him! But to see him die right before my eyes so brutally it certainly hurt. Rigby was lazy, selfish, and unresposible, but he DID NOT deserve to die.
Not like that.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a soft choke in the back seat of my car. Mixing with pops shivering whimpers it was heard again.
Mordecai hasn't said a word since we left the hospital.
I peaked at him cautiously through the mirror. His head was down, his wings wrapped around his lanky body. I could tell he was slightly shivering, and swallowing hard. I caught a small glimpse of a tear roll down his beak once we pulled into the park driveway.
As soon as I unlocked the door, Mo
Lo normal, es ser anormal¿Que es la locura?Lo normal, es ser anormal2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Un escape de la realidad, un estado mental, o acaso una peculiar forma de ver el mundo; se debe recordar que el estar loco tiene varios niveles y hay diversas clases de locura que pueden desarrollarse en una persona a comprensión de su ambiente o salud.
No es acaso, en este caso, el ver que la locura es parte normal de cierta persona, (después de todo la gente es extraña cuando tu eres extraño) lo loco para ti es normal así como para la gente tu normalidad es un estado de anormalidad; pero ¿que es la locura en este caso?, si uno hace estos comentarios puede decir que ese tipo es loco porque es único, pero cada quién es único, entonces... ¡¿todos estamos locos?!
O solo son locos, los que destacan ser únicos...
Esta es una de las enigmas que comparte la cualidad de tener una de las respuestas mas sencillas y que el mundo ve difícil y sin respuesta certera...
Sad Finnceline poemA princess decisionSad Finnceline poem2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That's all it's been for Finn.
Queens are too overrated for that hero I guess.
He wants a dame that can't save and protect herself.
He always needs to be the hero in things.
He he glob, why am I pointing out his flaws?
They are nothing compared to mine.
Just a vampire.
A vampire nobody could love.
Not my father,
Not my mother,
Not my friends,
Especially not Finn.
Finn would never want to date me.
Never want to love me.
Why would he?
Why would he want to love a monster?
I'm just a monster...
Only a monster...
Worthy (Toph x Zuko one-shot)Worthy (Toph x Zuko one-shot)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A/N: While not actually FOR my project, Esteemed, this flash fiction is based on some of the ideas I have in mind for it. This one-shot (and the fan art accompanying it) is a late Christmas present to my good friend, DeviantArt user eevee445.
Toph sniffed the warm vapors, taking in the grassy scent. She clutched her tired fingers around the cup, savoring the heat the seeped through her calloused skin.
"Thanks," she breathed out, her eyelids having slid closed.
"You're welcome," Zuko replied, pouring his own cup. He paused, caught off guard by this brief moment of serenity in Toph's face. Her eyes closed, a peacefully neutral expression about her...Her hair was a complete mess, of course, and her outfit was...somewhat lacking in pizazz, but in that short-lived moment, Zuko found himself acknowledging that despite Toph's best efforts, she was growing into a fine young woman. The dirt, the untamed hair, and the foul, snarky looks held that fact back, and in turn, drove aw
Worthy Adversary - Part 1Worthy Adversary - Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“That unfinished building; is that were I’m supposed to look for him?” Glen Remus was on the phone with his partner, Adam. He hunted down dangerous criminals that the police needed help with. Glen had been hired to track someone down, and he was currently driving to the last place that someone had seen this person. He drove up to a multi storied building that looked like it was close to being finished; but the only machinery around it was a few old trucks.
“Yeah that’s the place.” Adam replied, “They stopped working on it when many of the workers reported seeing a monster or something. Probably the guy we’re looking for.” Glen got out of the car and looked up at the building; it was maybe four or five stories high. He had remembered reading something about this building, that several cops had been brutally killed. One was been shot, another died of blood loss, and another seemed to have been thrown around so much that many of his bo
AttachedAttached3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We were always attached. Right from the very start. It was fate that brought us into this world, and into everything that it had to throw at us. We didn't exactly choose it we did at the same time as we didn't. If I could have asked for a different fate I would decline it because I liked how my life had played out. I wouldn't have dreamt of changing it, and when I did it was a nightmare. A nightmare that I didn't wish to have again. I had it, but once; I hated it; it was actually something that made me scream out in terror something that I never did.
He was the only one it seemed that could bring out these kind of emotions. He was the only one that ever could, and the only one who ever would. That's the way that I wanted it to stay at least until I could choose the person that got to bring them out. Derrik was way too important to me to give up. I knew that I never would give him up, but I didn't think I could give up the complete emotional attachment
GullibleGullible2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Near nightfall, two people were driving home. They were both men of around twenty years of age, and were roommates in an apartment. Discussing random thoughts that came to their minds, they were both content.
“Anyway, I think I’ll go check it out tomorrow.” One of them said, he seemed a bit younger than the other. He had a normal body type and was a little on the short side, his hair was dark brown; same as his eyes. His name was Jonathan.
“I haven’t decided what to do tomorrow, well, besides work of course.” The other responded. He had blue eyes along with dirty blond hair, and was a bit more fit than Jonathan.
“Well maybe you could . . . hmm, let me think” Jonathan began to ponder what his friend could do, something besides sitting in front of the television or computer all day.
“I guess I could-” Ken paused; something outside the car caught his attention. He was lucky he wasn’t the one driving, because he stare
YureiOn Yurei, there are gulls. Billions of them. They fill the skies from one yellow horizon to the next.Yurei2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Among the mountains of refuse there are people, the last of Yurei’s once great population, who eke out an existence in shanty towns and concrete tunnels with steel gates. They hunt rats and hogs and the occasional amphibian Hi-go, though few of those have survived the transformation of a vibrant planet that had just begun to be colonized by sophisticated terrestrial life to two hundred million square kilometers of landfill. In small areas where they have scrounged enough suitable soil, they grow cabbages, potatoes, carrots, and a hardy local fruit called leppuna.
But on Yurei, it is the gulls who thrive.
Okyo watched them from atop a mound his village had created. It was solid, an enormous jigsaw of welded steel supported by enormous bars collected from various dumpsites, made to look like just another mountain to the dumper frigates. He marveled at their combination of grace and
Pajaros de papelMe sentía tan triste y las lágrimas no paraban de fluir. En medio de mi oscura y gélida habitación mis lágrimas se volvieron hielo en mis mejillas. Mis labios temblaban y mi cuerpo no podía mantenerse tranquilo. El sonido de una vieja caja de música era lo único que separaba el silencio de mis sollozos. El viento que entraba por mi ventana era tan frío como el sentimiento dentro de mi alma.Pajaros de papel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El vacío profundo en mi corazón amenazaba con quebrarme en cualquier momento, así que deje que lo hiciera... Me quebré en pedacitos de papel que flotaron en el aire como pájaros de papel. Y mi risa estremeció el lugar y mi sonrisa irradió luz en aquella oscura y gélida habitación.
Los pequeños pajaritos volaron lejos del suelo, agitando las hojas de los árboles, acabando con la soledad que había en esa triste recámara. Salieron volando por la venta
His Divine MercyHis Divine Mercy2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
If a tree is known by its fruit, to what shall we compare the infinite mercies of God, a fruit of his great love? We know that “God is love” (1 John 4:8), and so where Love is the tree, mercy is the fruit. Mercy cannot come from anything else but a deep love.
There can be no other fitting witness and proof of God's mercy than being itself. Faustina recounts Him saying, “If I call creatures into being—that is the abyss of my mercy” (§86). God created man in order that he might love Him; God already loved us. Man, however, was seduced by the devil. He was made to believe that his love could be shared among God and his own desires.
Man, if he had loved God wholly, would have loved everything else in proper proportion and thus he would have been happy. Man, by his sin, not only brought his vision out of perspective but damaged creation itself. One may even say that all of mankind, when they sin, harm creation, the foundational sign of the Trinity's love. This
Chris Nolan on Heath Ledger - Charisma as Natural as Gravity - By Christopher Nolan -Chris Nolan on Heath Ledger2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One night, as I’m standing on LaSalle Street in Chicago, trying to line up a shot for “The Dark Knight,” a production assistant skateboards into my line of sight. Silently, I curse the moment that Heath first skated onto our set in full character makeup. I’d fretted about the reaction of Batman fans to a skateboarding Joker, but the actual result was a proliferation of skateboards among the younger crew members. If you’d asked those kids why they had chosen to bring their boards to work, they would have answered honestly that they didn’t know. That’s real charisma—as invisible and natural as gravity. That’s what Heath had.
Heath was bursting with creativity. It was in his every gesture. He once told me that he liked to wait between jobs until he was creatively hungry. Until he needed it again. He brought that attitude to our set every day. The
PewdieCry: Slipping Sanity part 1Summary: Pewdiepie and Cry are stuck in the world of 'Amnesia: The Dark Descent' and as a Cry wakes up alone and shackled in a cell, all does not bode well for the duo.PewdieCry: Slipping Sanity part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warnings: A little blood, insanity and bromance/friendship -nothing more then that I promise-
The world seemed to melt into existence as the blue eyed gamer blearily looked up, his head suddenly splitting in pain from the slight movement. Grimacing, the young man stayed still, trying to work out just what situation he was in.
Now that he was awake and slowly trying to focus, the pain coursing through his body washed over him and he had to bite his lip to prevent a groan escaping him. Several parts of his body felt uncannily warm and sticky, and he could only assume that his knees felt so wet because he was kneeling in a shallow pool of his own crimson blood.
He could also feel cold and uncomfortable shackles on either wrist, preventing him from slumping to the ground as either hand was pulled slightly above his head
Old Spice BowieLook at your man, now back to Bowie. Now back at your man, now back to Bowie. Sadly, he isn't Bowie, and if he puts on tight pants and dances with puppets, he still won't be. Look down, look back up, where are you Major Tom? Floating in your tin can, far above the world. What's in your capsule? Back at Bowie, it's a helmet that looks like a mullet that tastes like protein pills. Look again, the mullet is now diamond dogs. Anything is possible when you contact juggle and sing. He's got the baby.Old Spice Bowie5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Play The GamePlay The Game2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Dammit!” Scott heard his friend Will shout from the other room. “Not again!” Scott was lounging on the couch and reading a magazine when Will stormed into the room. “That thief has stolen some more things!” Scott set down the magazine.
“You sure it’s not just raccoons or something?” Scott asked. “Sure of it!” Will replied, “Raccoons would of taken food or something; this guy just took some bottles of alcohol and other things that I don’t think any raccoon would want!”
Scott and Will were on a hunting trip in the forest, they were staying in a log cabin up near some mountains. Recently items have gone missing; bottles of wine or beer, books, sometimes even the pelt of the animal that they had killed. Scott wondered where this thief had come from, there wasn’t another log cabin for miles around and they hadn’t found or heard of anyone else camping nearby. Will was determined to get revenge.
Sir Pebbles the ThirdSir Pebbles the Third2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun peeked out over the dark horizon and rose into the sky, bathing the town in the light of dawn. It flooded in through a window of the bedroom of a humanoid creature. This creature’s skin seemed to be made, or covered by, a black, leather like material; the ‘skin’ had silver zippers all over its surface, making lines all over the creature’s body; it was Zippers.
Zippers yawned and looked out the window at the slowly brightening light and got up from his bed. He picked up his belt with the pouches for supplies attached to it and put it on. Walking out of his bedroom, Zippers wondered what he would do today.
He opened the front door of his small home and looked outside at the street. Zippers didn’t have anything in particular planned today, so he hoped that maybe he could find a friend or two to hang out with. Looking up and down the road, there didn’t seem to be anyone out.
Many of them were probably sleeping or about to sleep, as many of them w
BeginningsAmanda sighed as she stood by the bedroom window, looking out at the dry, hot evening landscape The sun had already set, and the sky was full of stars This was her favorite time of day, and she was glad she was able to be out of bed and enjoy the almost cool breezes coming in the windowBeginnings4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she stood there, gazing at the stars, she thought back to the long, weary day just past It had been so hard, giving birth to her son, even though the doctors had done everything in their power to make the delivery as pain-free as possible They had tried to meld with her, and it had worked up to a point, but being Human, their techniques had not been as effective as if she had been Vulcan As it was, she had to bear the pains, and delivered her child as most mothers do, in sweat, and blood, and ultimately, in triumph
She thought of her first glimpse of him, wailing and covered in blood She had never seen anything so beautiful When she finally got to hold h
Fiolee Halloween Special Part One"Come on sugar, put it on! It will look amazing!" Cake said excitedly, shoving a costume in my hands. I sighed and looked at it like it was a dead bear that got sprayed on by a skunk. Cake laughed and pushed me towards my room.Fiolee Halloween Special Part One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on Fi, I want to see you in it!" She spoke loudly. I let out another exaggerated sigh before I entered my room in despair. As I unfolded the delicate gown I couldn't help but smile. It was beautiful, it's intricate flower designs shown dark against the blood red fabric. Its graceful long draping sleeves were black as night. The mere sight of the gown made me wonder if it took more than a decade to perfect it. The cloth looked like it was over centuries old, and the ancient looking ruby on the collar blinded me with its beauty.
The bodice felt nice and comfortable as it laid on my chest and stomach. The skirt rested on my legs and I smiled as I felt the smooth silk rub against them. I looked in the mirror as I pinned up my hair into a tight bun,
Escape the AsylumEscape the Asylum2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jeff sighed angrily. He was disappointed with himself. A few days prior he had been captured when attempting to murder someone; he now sat in a padded cell bound with a strait jacket. He didn’t like having to sit still, he wanted to go out and see others bleed. They would pay. They would all pay.
Jeff didn’t know where he was, but he knew that he was not in the same town that he had been captured in. He hoped the others knew where he was, he was sick of this place. Jeff kicked the wall angrily.
An alarm went off outside of his cell. Jeff turned his head to look at the door. Maybe someone tried to escape and idiotically set off the alarm.
“Idiot.” He scoffed under his breath, even though he himself couldn’t figure out how to escape.
* * *
“Hey what happened!? Where’s the security breach!?” A guard ran into the security room. He glared at the one sitting on the chair watching the monitors. He had heard that there was someone new working
The Day I was Never BornI was rather certain that my parents had forgotten.The Day I was Never Born9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was finally becoming an adult, legally adult in a world ruled by them and I was excited and apprehensive at the same time. My parents, you see, had always been very protective of me, more so than of any of my friends and it, while it had been a comfort at certain times, it had also been a nuisance as, I suppose, it would be of anyone of that age with such parents. I loved them, of course, but I wanted to fly free, try my own wings and find myself, so to speak.
This wish comes to all those on the threshold of adulthood, or nearing it.
It is a fear, really. Every time we know change is coming, for better or worse, we begin to feel fear. In some, this becomes uncertainty, in others boasting and swaggering. For me, it was neither. Or both. I am not quite sure, but I was certainly looking forward to it.
I remember that week. I was trying to slip hints as to what I desired about my coming of age, about my birthday, as all children
Kagekao Creepypasta Part 2Kagekao Creepypasta Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Mark left the bar he was at. He had come to this bar to have a little bit to drink before he faced Beatrice but he didn’t feel like drinking at all and hardly touched what he had bought. Mark told himself that he would go and apologize like a man and set off towards her house.
Mark reached out his fist and knocked on the door loudly. He waited. No one answered. He pressed the doorbell several times, and could hear it ring through the house. Still no one answered. Getting worried, he knocked on the door and shouted her name, still no one answered. He tried the door knob, and it opened. That was odd; she usually kept the door locked.
The first thing he noticed when he entered was the open window, the wood bordering the sides of it seemed to have a lot of claw marks on it, like a cat had been there. He walked into the dining room, calling out her name. He paused when he saw the bottle of champagne on the table. It was