GreedTreasure. It has been lusted after for centuries and I one of the most desirable collections in the world. This is mostly because treasure (gold, silver, ect.) means wealth and such a thing immediately promotes you in social-class. Humans have a need for money; it makes them feel powerful and in-control. This, in some cases, is true. Some people will do anything for money, which automatically makes wealthy humans powerful.
Men have spent years searching for treasure. They are determined to find unbelievable riches that possibly dont exist. But does that stop them? Of course not. James Spinner was one of these stubborn explorers. He had searched every continent for its treasure, and had gotten quite rich, but this was not enough for him. James wanted to claim all the riches for himself so no man could be wealthier than him.
His search had led him to the high cliffs of Asia. James was an adventurer, so naturally he was able to navigate through the rocky terrain alone. Gripping the
NaturalA nice walk to clear my mind yeah. Thats all I need. Thought Maria White, as she left her countryside high school. She was a very clever girl, and always got very good grades. However, the big test in math today had completed slipped her mind. When the teacher had announced it her heart had nearly stopped. She hadnt studied a bit!Natural6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Maria grumbled angrily as she trudged through the woods as a detour to her house. Im always the top of my class and now thanks to one test, Im barely making B average! Damn that test. Damn it all! She mumbled, when suddenly she tripped over a fallen log. Maria swore loudly once again as her face met the muddy earth.
Ew! She screamed brushing away the moist soil and pine-needles. Then, she noticed the folded-up flier that had escaped her pocket during the fall. Maria unfolded it for a brief glance and then quickly through it back down. It was a paper requesting support for the R.R.R.
WeirdIt was a humid Friday afternoon. Halie Lichen was walking home from school with a couple of her friends. They were giggling and gossiping as they always did, spreading little rumors amongst themselves.Weird6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Did you see Jannas boots? Halie asked with a big grin. They looked like the pair I donated to Good Will!
Her blonde friend laughed. Probably cuz they were. Its all bargains, no style for that girl, I swear. Halie smirked in agreement, before waving her friend good-bye as they each went to their separate houses.
She continued the rest of her walk with a smile, hugging her school-books into her chest. Halie had an excellent life; friends, love and a very a good popularity-status. She didnt think it could get any better!
As she was nearing home, Halie accidentally let a math paper slip from her hold. She sighed in frustration and went to pick it up, but the light breeze carried to the grassy area near a couple of bushes. Halie leaned dow
TrampChapter One:Tramp6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Detention was in not at all fun. Every minute seemed like an hour and there wasnt anything to distract you from the clock. Your only choice was to wait it out. Of course, there was the very slim chance of striking up a conversation with the teacher watching you. But that was highly unlikely
For Melissa Garret, detention was a whole new thing. She was generally a good kid; excellent grades and work habits. So why was she in detention? Well, during the last class, her best friend Mia had randomly thrown a book at their teachers head. Mr. Ashford hadnt been too happy about that, but when he demanded who did it, Mia had pointed at Melissa. And before she could defend herself the angry Science teacher had written her up for detention.
So, here she sat, in an empty classroom with her least favorite teacher. Itll be over soon, Melissa attempted to assure herself, but when she looked to the clock, it stated there was still ov
StudEveryone always wishes they could be revisit theyre golden days. But some rarely get the chance to have this happen. However, if you were by the name of John Winzinger, you would know exactly what it was like. For you see, early that day, John had come across a flyer stapled to his door. At first he was frustrated, but after reading the paper thoroughly, John discovered it was in fact advertising a thing called Wish-Come-True hotline. Being somewhat of a supernatural-believer, John saw no harm in calling the phone number. After all, it was free.Stud6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He took the flyer inside, sat back on his couch and dialed. While listening to the ring, he was caught up in what he should wish for. He pondered until a young woman answered the phone: Welcome to Wish-Come-True hotline! This is Grace, how can we make your wish come true? She seemed incredibly enthusiastic and John thought for a moment.
Then suddenly, he had it.
Being a 37 year old man, John often wishe
Puppy-LoveIts always very depressing when a special event is cancelled by forces out of your control. One example: weather. For instance, Jamie Morè was on a date with her boyfriend when suddenly it began to rain. The young couple had taken refuge under a large tree in the park, being neither was dressed to for such conditions. Jamie cuddled into her boyfriends arms, while he combed her hair with his fingers.Puppy-Love6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Its raining cats and dogs out there, She commented, grimacing at the down-pour.
Steven, her boyfriend, paused before replying: Yeah. Hey, that reminds me: I got you this He reached into his back-pocket and pulled out a bedraggled little doll. It looked like a humanoid dog-girl. He handed it to her and she smiled sheepishly.
Oh Steven, thank you! She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, which turn into a fierce kiss. Though Jamie did think the gift was odd, she thought the gesture was very sweet.
They were now la
MilkThe pink Mercedes seemed out of place in the quiet farming community. It coasted down the straight-away, flanked on either side by seemingly endless fields. Some held growing crops; others kept herds of grazing livestock. Everything here disgusted Ashley Champ and she wanted more than anything to turn around and go back to her home; to the city, with people.Milk6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But of course, she could not. Her parents had sent her to work with Grandma Beverly, so she could learn responsibility. They had fought about for several minutes before it was obvious that Ashley could not dig her way out of this. She despised her parents for making her come to this filthy place, and not her sister.
But why would they send her sweet little sister? It wasnt her had been caught sleeping with in bed with her no-good boyfriend, or seen smoking outside a convenient store. Ashley scolded herself for being so careless; if only she had been sneakier, maybe she could have gotten away with it.
Ashley glanced down at he
TrappedStacy Blaze had come to the State Fair every year since she was seven years old, and ten years later she stayed true to the tradition. She tried to ignore the fact that she was so out of place in the crowd of visitors. Unlike most others attending, she was a beautiful brunette with no hint of ever eating a bite of the greasy carnival food they offered.Trapped6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She roamed the grounds idly, passing amusement rides and dart-throwing games. Stacy had just finished glancing at a craft-sale when she found herself outside the rows of barns that showcased farm animals. The roar of grunts and squeals, not to mention the overwhelming stench of feces, were usually enough to ward off the average person. But not Stacy; she strolled right inside without a second thought.
The source of most all noise and filth in the barn were the pigs. She remembered that as a little girl she had always been quite fascinated by the swine, and had even carried around a tiny plush version of the animal. Now, however, they onl
StarkeyWhen consciousness returned to him, he was instantly overwhelmed by fatigue. Though he possessed the ability to move, he chose not to. Possibly because he was afraid of what might be beyond his sight. He tucked his knees into his chest, hugging them there for comfort. There were sirens in the distance, this he could hear. But as it droned on, getting neither louder nor fainter, he began to doubt its existence. It was just the ringing in his ears, from the numerous concussions.Starkey6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He finally forced himself to sit up. It hurt, but the wet ground had been irritating his ear. His gaze slid groggily across the dark room, and he started to wonder where he was. But the itching in his ears was persistent, and it had now spread to the opposite lobe. He shakily went to rub, but withdrew instantly. His fingers had brushed against something furry and soaking. Tracking his gaze down to his hand, he saw even in the dim light that there was blood on his fingertips. But this did not explain the hair he f
MusherThe brutal Alaskan climate was taking its toll on the hard-working group. Panting and struggling, the dogs resisted their surroundings. It was a miracle in itself that they were moving at all; the snow had rose at least a 12 inches in the last hour and the blizzard was just reaching its climax.Musher6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The poor canines were tired and cold. The other teams had quit long ago and all other dogs were now cozy by the fire; toasty and comfortable. Just thinking about such luxurious evening was enough to draw the pack to halt. The lead dog turned to face their master, whimpering miserably.
The human who rode at the back of the sled was frustrated by her team's stop. She cracked her whip at them fiercely, swearing and demanding they go on. Out of fear, they abided her commands and slowly but surely kept the sled moving through the rising snow.
"That's right," The woman sneered. "Keep it moving, you lazy, inbred mutts." She wanted so desperately to win this race that she had tossed aside any nurturing
HelplessIt was just another day in New York City. People were swearing at each other randomly and the ever-present sound of police sirens droned in the background. And there, in the midst of the commotion, sat a cardboard box. On the outside it read in scribbled black letters: Very special kitten! Free to good home!Helpless6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If someone were to peer into inside, they would indeed spot a kitten. It was completely black with amber eyes, and such intelligence burned in those cat-eyes that it was almost eerie. This was indeed a very special kitten. But of course, not everyone saw it this way. An older man, appearing to be in his late forties, was staring down upon the little feline with skeptical eyes. His name was Thomas Ring and he wasnt exactly the nicest person you could meet.
He scoffed. Very special kitten? Pft, you look more like a common stray. He reached inside, plucking the kitten from within and dangling it by its scruff. The kitten mewled but did not struggle
BattyVacationing is always fun, especially when youre with a loved one. Jack Cox had been planning this trip to Australia with his girlfriend for over a month. But three days before they were planned to leave, she had dumped him for his friend. Broken-hearted, Jack still decided to go on vacation.Batty6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He reached his destination in fair time and decided to walk to his hotel. Jack shuffled slowly down the sidewalk, feeling very depressed. I cant believe she left me, He thought, glancing at the darkening sky. I thought she was the one. We had so much in common, and we never argued!
Consumed in thought, Jack didnt really pay any mind to the fruit bat that was following him. However, he did notice when the flying creature swooped down and bit him on the neck. He cursed loudly, feeling a stinging sensation take him over for several minutes. His neck was bleeding excessively, despite there were only two puncture marks. Jack sped up to reach his hotel.
The clerk at the d
A Wolf's LoveA Wolfs LoveA Wolf's Love5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
(two teens to wolves)
It was sometime after midnight and Blake heard the phone ring. Quickly picking up the phone, he answered with a very tired and groggy hello. Hi Blake, this is Brenna ... you know, from school. Yeah I know, whats up? Oh nothing I was just wondering if you had plans tomorrow night. Theres supposed to be a great band playing in the park. Maybe you want to go see them with me? Sure I would love to Brenna. Great call you later with the details. Ok, bye. With that Blake hung up the phone and collapsed on his bed. He got under the covers and drifted off to sleep. The next morning he got up and went downstairs to eat breakfast. He got out a bowl and guzzled down the milk and then devoured the toasted bread. He was excited about the evening to come. He has had an eye for Brenna for some time now. She seemed so mysterious and like such a fun person to be around. He couldn&
BeastA romantic walk in the moonlight: every couples dream. So of course, Nina and her boyfriend Mark Jones were not exempt to this fantasy. They had snuck into the park long after everyone had gone, so they could finally just be with each other. They held hands at first, but had gradually gotten closer as the night progressed. Nina finally grabbed Mark by the collar of his shirt and forced him down into the grass. She straddled his chest, grinning deviously, and then brought her face down to his so that they could kiss.Beast6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mouthing each other passionately, both were too caught up in themselves to notice they were being watched. Curious golden eyes stared at them from the shadows of the trees, but as it stepped into the moonlight, the gazes owner was revealed. A charcoal-colored animal that resembled a large dog slowly approached the kissing couple. It surveyed them with a look of bitter jealousy.
Nina and Mark started to unbutton each others shirts. I love you, She mur
Pig NetworkPig NetworkPig Network7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Digital Circe
(woman to pig transformation)
Becky Brant was nervous about her interview. The pretty brunette girl was applying for a job at the Pig Information Network, one of the premier news agencies in the post-Orwell Virus world. Orwell had hit forty odd years before, well before Beckys time, but since then the world had gotten used to the idea of humans turning into pigs. Indeed, it was now desirable no one knew why, but it seemed like people turned more piggish the more successful they became. Becky looked at a television in the reception area, displaying the networks anchorsow, Alyssa Eigenmann, in action. The gorgeous blonde was almost entirely a fat sow, only her hair and breasts offering any evidence that she started as something other than a pig. Alyssa was Beckys idol, and she hoped one day to be an anchorsow just like her. Alyssa was the only sow anchor, all
Circe's MedallionCirce's MedallionCirce's Medallion10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"It's here, it's here, it's finally here," Cindy giggled gleefully as she bounded through the front door carrying a small package.
"What's here?" Robin asked as she looked up from the book she was reading on the sofa.
"Only the coolest thing ever," Cindy replied proudly as she put the package down on the table and began to tear the paper from the package.
Her curiosity aroused, Robin put down her book and moved to stand next to her friend to see what could be in the mysterious package.
With a flourish, Cindy opened the box and removed a small golden medallion on a braided gold chain. The medallion sparkled as Cindy held it up to the light. The medallion was covered with strange symbols and had a pale blue gem imbedded in the center.
"Behold, the medallion of Circe," Cindy proclaimed proudly.
"It's beautiful," Robin gasped as she admired her friend's new jewelry. "Why is it called the medallion of Circe?"
"Because it was owned by Circe
Fireman's Best Friend--Dog TFFireman's Best Friend--TF StoryFireman's Best Friend--Dog TF6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rodney, the middle-aged fire fighter bid his
adieus to the chief and remainder of the crew of his
firehouse as they stepped out the door. Though not a
huge, influential fire department, it was no volunteer
matter. Rodney had worked at this fire department longer
than almost all of the others there, for 25 years he had
served in nearly all positions other than the chief. He
had definitely had his life experience.
Rodney sighed when, while he gathered together
his things, he looked back at the pictures of the years
passed. Pictures where he was saving lives, in uniform,
or even just hanging out at friends' houses were
scattered across an enclosed bulletin board. Before he
picked up his bag, he looked at one other picture taken
two years previously.
Rodney was in this picture, as he was in the
others, but instead of being shown having a good or bad
or rough time with his good friends and fellow colleagues,
he was shown with Fancy: one of Rodney's best frien
Barn Games--Cow TFBarn Games--TF StoryBarn Games--Cow TF6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
So there he was, staring off into the vast, lush
green pastures outside of the barn. Liam and his kid sister,
Danielle were supposed to be preoccupied with their daily
chores. Pitchfork in hand, Liam was quite the sight. After
working in barns for most of his life, you'd think that you
could build up quite the physical strength. Liam was no
Liam, a 17-year-old now, was getting sidetracked at
the thoughts of freedom. It would be only one year before he
would be allowed to take off from his grandfather's farm. He
stared off into the pastures blankly, daydreaming about how
he would approach life in solitude.
He tuned back into the present when he heard Danielle
yelling his name. "Liam!" she said angrliy, "You still have
to do your part here. This hay isn't going to move itself
into bales, you know."
"Oh. Right," Liam said disappointedly. He went over
to his half of the hay to move and used his pitchfork to make
a stack about a foot tall and a foot wide. The
A Natural ScentA Natural ScentA Natural Scent4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(two females dogs)
Courtney and Breanna were two seniors that were excited for this years prom. It was their last year in high school and they wanted to be the spotlight of the entire dance. The girls stayed over at Courtney's house for the night and once they got up tomorrow it would just be a rush of hair appointments, nails, tanning bed, and dress fitting. The two girls were ecstatic for the dance. They had intention on bringing dates but decided that guys would just bring down the two girls. This event would be the last event the two would truly be crazy and themselves at. The night dragged on and the gossip on who would be there and what was going to happened wore down the girls. They fell asleep to MTV playing their midnight playlist of NYSNC and Backstreet Boys.
The next morning the alarm made Breanna jolt up and wake Courtney. The two got dressed and sprinted to the car. The day was full of appointments and time seemed to be rushing by. The evening was ap
A Frozen Haven (Dragon TF/AR/MC)It was a cold winter night. Three young boys had wandered into the forest after getting lost on a camping trip. The three were wandering around since noon, and haven't found the campsite since. The forest they were in had a blanket of soft, white, but stinging snow covering the ground, and the trees were tall and looked all alike at times, making it near imposable to keep track of where they were at.A Frozen Haven (Dragon TF/AR/MC)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chris shivered as he trotted through the snow, kicking up the powdery snow with his big black boots. "I told you we should have brought along a flashlight or something!" He shook some frozen droplets from his orange curly bangs, and dusted off his big green raincoat. He was the shortest amongst them, though probably one of the more physically active.
Liam shivered, the white snow covering his dyed gray hair. There were three scars on his check that had been obtained in a car accident when he was younger. "Jacob said we wouldn't need one...Besides we
A Foxy CamperA Foxy CamperA Foxy Camper5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
(Kim Possible to Fox)
***The characters in this story belong to Disney***
Kim awoke to her head bumping into the window after the bus went over a ditch. Her eyes trying to focusing to her surroundings. She was deep in the woods and saw the bus coming up to a campsite. Looking over, Kim saw Ron sitting next to her. Mr. Barker was the first person to speak up. Ok listen up people, this camp is not for wimps. I dont want anyone to run home to their mommies, but I do want you all to enjoy yourselves. Girls when we get out your cabins to the right, and guys you stay on the bus. The boys camp is across the lake.
Ron looked at Kim shocked. Well this stinks, I guess next time I see you will be next weekend. Have fun with Monique and the rest.
Kim smiled at Ron, she couldnt have been with a cuter guy. Well Ill talk to you later Ron. Beep me if you need anything.
With a goodbye wave, Kim stepped off the bus
Survival -wolf tf-SurvivalSurvival -wolf tf-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember.
It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods.
The drive was a blur of blasting punk rock on my ipod while staring out the window and trying to sleep to the rumbling of our ancient ford explorer. Either way, the thick green forest that blurred by was strangely beautiful. It's not like it was anything new though. Living in western Canada, I'd kinda gotten to know the forest quite well, but something about this section of highway
PrideEveryone has an obsession. Every single person on earth has something that they enjoy doing or seeing more than anything else. Some people choose to hide it; theyre afraid of being mocked. But Samantha Miller is not one of those people. She proudly boasts her favorite subject for all to see. Its on almost everything she owns. Books, clothes, knick-knacks You see, Sam adores Africa. Shes amazed by everything to do with that particular country.Pride6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The culture, the food and the wildlife. Especially the wildlife.
Sam has gone to Africa every year for the last five years. She volunteers at a wildlife sanctuary for the majority of her trip and absolutely loves it. Her favorite animals are the lions, and she studies a particular pride that is called Sterk Liefde, which means strong love in the African language. She feels an unspoken bond with the Pride and hopes to someday make actual contact with the lions.
And she intended to do that soon. Boarding the plane,
StrandedStrandedStranded4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Guy into rooster)
I looked out of the small cave we were all huddled in. It was sunny now; even though a couple of hours ago our class's boat was hit by a freak storm. Now here we are stranded on some god forsaken uncharted island in the middle of the ocean. I turned to the fear stricken face, looking to me for guidance. "Juliet, Kara, Brianna, Seth, Allen, Amy, Zane, and myself" I counted, taking a mental note. "What should we do Mrs. Sullen?" Amy asked me. "I don't know!" I thought. I was a 24 year old geography teacher stranded on an island with a bunch of high school students. "The first thing we need to do is find drinkable water." I explained, trying to sound calm. I didn't need the student freaking out on me. I forced myself up, even though my muscles screamed in protest. "Everyone stay here. I will go and look around." I instructed. After I got out of the cave I immediately stripped out of my soaking wet clothes. "Good thing I wore my swimsuit." I thought happily. Aft
Dog TFMy eyes fluttered open, the light burning my eyes. I was on a operation table. I saw that I was in a white room, all alone. My vision was beginning to correct itself, then I realized that I was being stared at by four or five tall men in pure white costumes. I tried to get up, but my arms and legs were strapped down.Dog TF7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Where am I? I asked, nervously.
They all looked at me, behind black visors. I couldnt see their eyes.
Where am I? I asked again, more anger showing in my voice.
They pulled out a syringe. My eyes grew wide. What is that?! I yelled. They said nothing to me. One of them leaned over, seemingly to whisper something to the other. Most of it was inaudible. I did make out the words, Change and Dog.
Sweat poured down my forehead. What are you going to do to me