Pearly WhitesOnce upon a time there was a mouth. In this mouth there were two teeth.Pearly Whites5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
These teeth were madly in love, but there was one problem.
They lived on opposite sides of the mouth.
They were both third from the back on the bottom. Anita lived in the left, Clarance on the right.
They met through their mutual friend (and really everyone's mutual friend) Earl, who was sometimes (insensitively) referred to as "the tongue".
Anita and Clarance talked to each other through Earl. He carried their messages from one to another.
Clarance would say "Earl! Earl! Come here a moment! I need to tell Anita something!"
"What is it?" Earl would ask. "It is this:
If i could rearrange the mouth, I'd put us right next to each other. The two teeth right in front. We could intertwine our roots and gaze in to the wonders of the outside world as though it were made just for us."
"Wow, that's beautiful. I'll tell her straight away!" Earl would say.
The Strength of StoneThe Strength of StoneThe Strength of Stone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Captain Rowan Terrek stood on the battlements, gazing out through the crenel at the encroaching Brakkish army. They had been sighted crossing the border two days prior so their arrival had been expected, though Terrek had to admit that he was impressed with how quickly they'd covered the distance to Farheim. They had surely been pushing their soldiers' endurance to the limit on such a forced march.
He supposed that it made sound tactical sense so long as one cared little for the well-being of the troops. The early arrival had prevented Farheim from gathering much in the way of reinforcements from other cities and meant that they'd have to make do with what they had stationed at the city or could portal in which wasn't very much by comparison to the force amassing on their doorstep. Even so, Farheim's wards were almost legendary and would not be easily penetrated, so long as they could keep the Brakkish grou
Midnight SnackTo drink the milk, or not to drink the milk, that is the question.Midnight Snack5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's 2:12 in the morning and I'm getting up to eat.
I've been tossing and turning for the past few hours with an empty grumble in my stomach and too tired to get up and quiet it.
I hit the light switch on my nifty light remote and swing my legs out of bed. I look around my room, eyes blinking rapidly, and sigh as I get to my feet. I open my door and walk down the hallway, flipping on lights as I go. I'm almost 20 and I'm still just a bit frightened of the dark. Living room, breakfast room, kitchen, light switch.
I open one cabinet, chips, too noisy. I open the second cabinet, cereal, granola bars, Oreos. Not really hungry for those. I open the refrigerator, grab a Tupperware dish containing slices of ham and proceed to roll myself a ham sandwich, sans bread. I munch away on that looking around my kitchen.
There's a new loaf of bread on the counter and as I finish off my ham I decide I want bread and butter. That's filli
Hurricane Drunk I opened my window as far as it would go, setting a pad and a glittery pen on the window sill before hauling myself up onto it as well. Firmly plugged into my iPod and on full volume I leant out backwards, head first into the cosmic darkness until I was suitably horizontal, before shouting the lyrics of an indie song into the misty garden, vodka bottle swaying intently in my left hand. I remained like this for some time, before a refreshingly powerful breeze besieged my face causing me to blink a few times and take note of the surroundings. Sitting up suddenly I glanced up at the clock 1:22 AM. That explained the gloom at any rate. I spotted a two-pence piece on the cabinet and eagerly throw it into black, inky space purposelessly, hearing it tinkle satisfyingly on the cracked patio below.Hurricane Drunk5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pulling up my knees I grabbed the pen and notepad and began sprawling down the adventures of a y
Writing Prompt ~ Behind a MaskHello!Writing Prompt ~ Behind a Mask3 years ago in Personal More Like This
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“The Light That Finds Me”
The Wordsmith's ApprenticeThe prophecy had not been specific, but Edric knew that prophecies rarely are. He resigned himself to waiting and hoping, although the hope died quickly. Every so often, a child would find their way into the tent where he sat. Edric would listen to them as he listened to the rest of the crowds, usually dismissing their small words and immature voices the moment they left the tent.The Wordsmith's Apprentice5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rarer than this, though it happened occasionally, one of these such wandering children would stumble around the colourful canvas structure long enough to discover, either accidentally or through their own skill, the room in which Edric sat. Invariably, the child would peer through the colourful tent flaps that made up the door, awed and slightly frightened by the strange, solemn man sitting motionless on his mat.
After several stolen glimpses, the child would creep forward, growing bolder as they made their way deeper into the mysterious shadows. Sometimes, an irate mother would burst into the tent