Angel of the CenterfoldDean shot down the dark and empty highway like he had Hellhounds on his tail, but that's just how he drives. His lips were pursed together and he had everything on his mind except the two asphalt lanes stretched in front of him. The separation from Sam was weighing heavily in his thoughts, but not as much as something he'd been fighting not to think about.Angel of the Centerfold in Short Stories More Like This
More specifically, the way Dean couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter how hard he'd tried. Sometimes he would find himself staring at Cas, almost unable to look away. But then the angel would catch him staring, and Dean would act like he had been lost in thought or something. Of course, it's not like Cas would understand things like longing glances. Understanding human nature in general was not his strong suit. But that was ok with Dean, because he found Cas's literal stance to be adorable.
"Jesus, Dean, could you be any gayer?" he mumble
A Beautiful LieSometimes Dean wonders when he lost the ability to care about anything. The most logical date would be when he found out that Sam said yes in Detroit. But that wouldn't be true, because he still cared about things when he tried saying yes to Michael. He still cared when the croatoan virus swept the nation, infecting and killing so many innocent people. He cared about that so much that he formed one of the first camps for survivors. He even still cared the first few times his refugees died on supply raids.A Beautiful Lie in Short Stories More Like This
It must have been sometime after that when he stopped caring.
What did he have left to care about, really? Whenever Dean would bother to wonder when he stopped caring he would always end up wondering if there was actually anything worth caring about.
Every time he thought that he ended up feeling guilty, and useless emotions like guilt didn't suit him so well anymore. Even though he was no longer capable of c
My Heart, Your HandsDean's eyes flickered from the television screen to the man sitting beside him on the small couch. It was more like a loveseat, really, but than sounded like a pansy term Sam would know so Dean pretended it was a small couch.My Heart, Your Hands in Short Stories More Like This
Dean let his eyes linger on the man beside him, or as it may be, the angel. His eyes slid from the angel's unruly dark hair to his piercing blue stare, currently boring holes in the tv. He let his gaze move to Cas's pink lips, currently pressed together like they would do when Cas was concentrating. His eyed traveled further, skimming over the trench coated arm and resting on the thing that was currently keeping him from focusing on the movie.
Castiel's fingers were thread tightly through his. This fact alone wasn't startling, but when Dean thought about it long enough, which he did of course, he realized he'd never really done this. He could probably count the number of times he'd held someone's ha
Doing AlrightDean cursed as he scanned the schedule sheet Ellen had just pinned to the bulletin board. He was stuck with a double shift today. Cas was not going to be happy.Doing Alright in Short Stories More Like This
He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and hit the speed dial for Cas. He picked up on the second ring and Dean could hear the smile on his face as he said "Hello Dean."
Dean couldn't help the involuntary grin that came to his own face, Cas just had that effect on him. "Hey babe. Listen, Ellen stuck me with a double shift at the garage today, so I'm not gonna be home 'til late."
The line was silent for a moment. "Oh, ok," Cas finally said, voice low and sad.
"I'm really sorry Cas. But don't wait up for me, ok? Try to get some sleep."
"I'll try. But I just " Cas trailed off.
"I know, you don't like sleeping alone. But I'll make it up to you."
"I'll hold you to that," Cas replied, his tone brighter. "B
A Single TouchDean was getting antsy. He really, really wanted to be with Cas right now, alone, but instead he was sitting on the edge of his bed, glaring at Sam. Sure, Cas was there too, which did make it better, but Sam was just fucking around on his laptop, looking for a case.A Single Touch in Short Stories More Like This
Dean cleared his throat obnoxiously. Cas didn't pay any attention, just continued to sit in a chair looking out the window but Sam glanced at him, giant caveman forehead all wrinkled up. Dean tried to signal Sam to leave by jerking his head at the door, but he was tense and it ended up looking like a repressed seizure, and Sam just went back to his laptop. Dean sighed.
This was why he wanted to get separate rooms, but no, they couldn't do that because Sam didn't want to blow through their credit cards any faster than they already do. Not that that should matter, they weren't really theirs anyway, but Sam bitched and Dean conceded.
And that brings them to situ
My Saving GraceDean Winchester was going to die alone. That kind of pissed him off. Sammy should be here to save his ass instead of fucking around Stanford. Be that as it may, he wasn't there and now Dean wasn't going to live to see his twenty-sixth birthday.My Saving Grace in Short Stories More Like This
It all started with one of the most simple salt and burn runs Dean had ever seen. Tucker Jones had been dead for ten years but that didn't stop him from haunting his twenty year old daughter. After investigating Dean had figured the ghost was mostly harmless, all bark and no bite, and very easily dealt with.
He was very much right, because less than twenty-four hours after Dean had arrived in the little no-name podunk town he had the grave dug up, and the bones properly salted and covered in gasoline. He stood at the edge of the grave and struck a match, dropping it in and watching the flames consume the old corpse. Dean smirked to himself, he'd already paid for two nig
You Shine BrighterCastiel found Dean in Bobby's salvage yard, slamming his foot into the door of an old crumbled car, over and over and over again.You Shine Brighter in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Dean, what are you doing?"
Dean spun, and Cas was slightly surprised he wasn't limping from the pounding he'd given the car.
"Cas What are you doing here?"
"I felt you were distressed."
"Oh," Dean glanced over his shoulder at the car. "Yeah, well, I guess I kind of am."
Castiel tilted his head to the side, quizzical expression on his face. "Is Sam ok?" the angel asked, knowing Dean reacted violently if his brother wasn't in perfect condition.
Dean let out a sigh, running a hand through his short hair. "Yeah, he's fine. Bobby's fine too."
"Then what is wrong?"
The hunter was silent, jaw clenched tight. He wasn't making eye contact with Castiel, but the angel could see a tell-tale wetness in their green depths, and a miniscule waver in his full lips. Cas was so intent on noticing these ti
Ten Years Too Long"Sam, I don't understand why I should go to this thing," Dean bitched as he buttoned his shirt up.Ten Years Too Long in Short Stories More Like This
"Because," Sam said from the hallway. "You haven't seen most of those people in ten years."
"Yeah? There's a reason for that Sammy," Dean said as he pulled his jacket on. Sam came around the doorframe then, a massive bitchface in place.
"Dean, I know you don't want to go because you're going to have to see him. Also, put on your tie."
Dean scowled. "This has nothing to do with him. And no, I'm not wearing a tie, it makes me feel like a douche. Besides, the open collar look is in."
Sam rolled his eyes. "You have to stop watching Project Runway. Listen though, seriously. I know it's not going to be easy seeing him after ten years, but you have to. It's the mature thing to do."
"Since when am I supposed to do the mature thing?" Dean asked, pushing past Sam and down the sta
Close Your EyesDimly, he knew he shouldn't be surprised that Jake had stabbed him in the back in the most literal sense possible. But he was, because he was Sam Winchester, and even though he had witnessed more evil than any twenty-three year old should even know exists, he still looked for the good in people.Close Your Eyes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So really, when he felt the knife slide into his back, there shouldn't have been a jolt of surprise, but there was. He fell to his knees, now to weak to stand, but he wasn't concerned with himself, because Dean had a look of pure terror on his face, and Sam had never seen him so scared.
Dean was babbling, words pouring from his mouth like a water fall, but Sam couldn't understand the words, couldn't hear them properly, as if there was a glass wall between them. That wasn't right, there shouldn't be anything between them, they were Sam and Dean, they were meant to be fighting evil sons of bitches together until they died.
But now he was dying. Without
Drabble Omnibus Vol. 3~All The Best Cowboys~Drabble Omnibus Vol. 3 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Things were simpler in the old west.
Not just for the obvious reasons, like the lack of technology, but the lack of everything.
Dean was happy there. He didn't have to worry about Eve, not yet anyway, didn't have to worry about Sam's wall breaking, didn't have to worry about Raphael. Because none of these things have happened yet.
Dean had a small smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep on the lumpy straw mattress. In the distance he could hear the faint sound of hoof beats instead of cars whirring past.
Too bad he couldn't stay.
Dean grimaced as he lit a match, tossing it onto the pile of what had once been demons and were now just corpses. Sam came to stand beside him, watching it burn quietly.
"Winchester family bonfire," he muttered.
Sam laughed hollowly. "I guess it is."
Dean felt the tell-tale shift of air beside him and suddenly Cas was standing there.
"Hey Ca-" he stopped as
Ink Blots"What is this?"Ink Blots in Short Stories More Like This
'This' was the ga-billionth white card Sherlock had shown me that afternoon. Each one was decorated with random black ink blots; some showed handwriting, others showed pictures but most just showed blurry black dots.
We were in the living room and it was raining. The sky was a gloomy grey mess of ozone and fog and it hung around the rooftops and steeples like an ominous cloak. The rain made the sound of feet on gravel as it hit the window in a rhythmical pattern. I drummed my fingers in time with it, thinking about the people down below on the street up to their waists in acid rain water. What would happen if it flooded ?
Sherlock was more bored than usual and was trying to turn me into a smaller version of himself to pass the time. And for once in his life, he was failing miserably, and this wasn't helping his attitude. There was no way I was going to become a moody sociopathic without any sense of emotion; and besides, how
Blood and MilkI came back from the grocer's laden with a dozen plastic bags full to the brim with milk. Low fat, semi-skimmed, full fat, flavoured and soya. It's impossible to know what that man really wants, truly infuriating sometimes. When I went into the kitchen, I found him leaning head first in the sink, one arm above his head, fingers curled in angst in his hair and the other cast aside, blood spilling out of a deep gash.Blood and Milk in Short Stories More Like This
I dropped the bag.
"Sherlock! What the hell are you doing?!" I rushed over, yanking him from the sink by the collar of his shirt. He stared at me, his face drained of all colour and his pupils huge, like dustbin lids. He spoke as if he was drunk and disorientated.
"Heh Hello Watson," he drawled, his head seemingly too heavy for his neck to hold up. He flailed and collapsed on me, draping his arms around my neck. When I tried to move he dragged his feet along the floor. I laid him across the kitchen table, with diffic
The ViolinistHis fingers make clean cuts on the strings,The Violinist in Free Verse More Like This
Flitting, scampering, fumbling across them to make a sweet sound.
His other hand makes light work with the bow,
He saws at the instruments effortlessly and expertly,
He craves its sweet song.
It clears his cluttered mind and cleanses his soul,
The strings catch and scratch and roar when he's mad
And moan and warble when he's saddened.
His closes his eyes, his thoughts imprinted in the music he spins.
Gypsy strings and Victorian lullabies,
Made up sonnets and imaginary symphonies,
Echo, cascade through the walls and the ceilings,
Crashing into the flats below, waking the landlady.
When she yells he doesn't hear her, he's transported.
He's far away. So far.
Back in time, back to where the dinosaurs romped the land.
Far away from the sofa on which he lies, dressed only in pyjamas.
He's forgotten everything, there's nothing.
And he plays himself to sleep, soothed by the sound of the little hollow instrument,
Singing away at three in th
SociopathIt's just a word.Sociopath in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a defence.
It's just a cover up, a wall to separate you from everybody else. It's just a veil to block out what's real, what's important.
Your eyes see everything except the obvious. Your mind picks up on everyone else's thoughts and feelings but not your own. You've locked them away in a safe at the back of your ingenious brain, never to be opened. It has a rusted lock. You claim not to have a heart because those with emotion are weak, you say.
Although it really just makes them stronger.
You see everything, but you see nothing at all. You are as blind as them. You know nothing.
You do not want to.
You do not want to because you feel fear.
It's just a distraction.
It's just a word.
A Curious Moon _V.2A breeze so slight, you'd hardly feel it, stalks the night like a sleepy cat on the moonlight prowlA Curious Moon _V.2 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Prizing at the clothes of the walkers and tugs at the grass around their feet
As if willing to drag them together, just so they can hear the sounds of their breaths in their lungs.
Light hangs in the sky in the form of the moon, tossed upon the glittering tendrils of
Evening clouds, like a ghostly pirate's galleon.
Never dulling stars watch as the flat mates stroll, and the stars are laughing, but you can't hear them. 'Tis the laugh of
Excited angels; they've seen it all before.
Sighs of premature September chill cling to fingers of the doctor and the detective, as hands entwine.
Seems like heaven isn't far away.
An exchanging of glances, one worried, the other confused. The detective had suggested a walk but now
Mind trains are set at one hundred miles per hour; normally he would have pulled away by now.
"Pleasant evening," the scarf-man remarks, dragging the material over his to hide t
Happy Birthday DanglingDingle'Happy birthday' the card read, scrawled in black ink and discovered underneath his usual tea mug that morning when Mr Watson became a single year older.Happy Birthday DanglingDingle in Concrete Poetry More Like This
An unusual thing, it was, as the detective never celebrated anything. He didn't see the point- just an excuse to get drunk, he insisted. but a
Present, a single red ribbon box had made him think otherwise. John opened it, a smile of
Pleasure tingling on his mouth. A needle and thread, and a tag that said: 'for the hole in your sweater- SH'
You never knew what he'd do, that unpredictable devil. He pulled John close, whispering with a voice as smooth as silk: "Remember something for me-
Intimate and comforting, he kissed the doctor softly, clinging on to the fabric of cashmere jumper, never wishing to let go;
Recklessly trailing his hands and fingers across the flatmate's back, neck and chest; hovering at
Heated temperatures clouding his relative thought, John kissed back, absorbing the entire aura of the detective.
33 Minutes EarlierI am not a man who enjoys being bored or even at all the slightest bit idle. It makes my brain rot and will eventually slow down the rotation of my earth. I do not understand why anybody who walks these Roman streets finds sitting slouched in front of a television set, glaring for hours at mind-numbing monstrosities that the media call 'entertainment', enjoyable. It is beyond me how so many people can get so much pleasure out of a box. Not even proving machines wrong on those lie-detector shows interests me anymore; and even my violin fails to amuse me.33 Minutes Earlier in Short Stories More Like This
I know myself how unpredictable and sulky I can become when my mood shifts like this, and I have known to become a bit of a bother. It isn't my problem most of my clients and colleges cannot appreciate my level of intellect and my sensitivity.
I make myself laugh.
John's computer lay half-open on the coffee table opposite. It was just begging for me to hack it. I was alon
Rolling in The DeepJohn stared at the wall. It was as blank as a canvas or the staves he wrote his mournful musical melodies on. The walls had been stripped and the room gutted of all the furniture. There used to be his fingerprints on everything. Painted across his laptop and mobile, smeared all over the multiple racks of test tubes and stained on the seas of discarded paper that used to cover every square inch of the carpet. But now, it was as if he was never there in the first place. John blinked away the tears that pricked his eyes. Why? That was the only question that mattered. It had always been fine, the way it was. The way it had been before John had told him how he'd felt. Before he'd gotten carried away. John gripped the arms of the chair in which he sat until his knuckles turned white. He was shaking, but not from the chill of the empty house but from the anger and sadness that had consumed him. It had all been okay. They could have had it all.Rolling in The Deep in Short Stories More Like This
The flat was busy and cluttered
DuvetsMrs Hudson was ill. She'd been showing signs of a basic flu for days and after fighting off the virus like she did when the war came, she finally collapsed from exhaustion. Unfortunately, she'd collapsed on the staircase, suffering a bad leg injury. I had to be the one to ship her off to the hospital and sit by her bedside for a couple of days until she got better. Then I had to cart her round to her flat and care for her every need; which I wouldn't mind if she wasn't so temperamental. I swear, she may seem all nice and cosy, but she has a tongue as sharp as a viper's when it comes to orders.Duvets in Short Stories More Like This
I had just come back from visiting her apartment- I was doing her milk run (what am I? A frickin' milkman? I do everyone's milk run around here)- and when I went to turn my key in the lock I heard nothing.
Silence from apartment 221B.
It was unusual, but not a bad thing. He'd probably run off somewhere to track some random case that
Wake Me UpWake me up in the early hours of the morning with your troubled chatters and puzzled murmursWake Me Up in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Annoy me with those subtle smirks and snappy remarks when you greet me
Kill my confidence and pick my brain with your 'deductions' and scientific-babble
Excite me with your cases and mysteries where Death is the least of our worries
Make my head throb as the gunshots ring out in those rainy days of tedious boredom
Entrance me with the melancholy howl of your thoughts as horse-hair bow clash on violin string
Upset me when you ignore and turn your back when I try to get that attention I secretly crave
Please me with your rare smiles and unusual chuckles for it is then I know I can never lose you.
Understanding Pain, part 3If there was an actual, physical door that lead to the topmost chamber, Raphael would have brutally kicked it open and pay no attention to the loud bang that almost ripped it off its hinges. As he crossed the threshold, he noticed that a few of the sigils bordering the room were smudged and rendered useless. Upon closer inspection, he learned that the cause was droplets of basilisk poison, which seems to be highly effective in cancelling out wards. That would explain how Castiel was able to escape.Understanding Pain, part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Raphael looked down at his brother whom he held; his eyes were still purple, keeping him in a dazed state.
"Castiel," said Raphael sternly as he put him down onto the bed. When his brother did not acknowledge him, he reached out and brashly shook him, and he was not at all ashamed to have unintentionally released a spurt of lightning. "Castiel!"
That got a reaction as Castiel jolted and blue washed over his eyes. "What's going on?" he asked, hoarse and utterly confused, after a long moment.
Family Is... CommunicationThey were preparing to siege Hell, to find the Righteous Man and save him. Everyone was on edge; they could die from this mission but it would all be for the glory of their Father, and that was more than enough.Family Is... Communication in Short Stories More Like This
After the plan had been explained, there was really no reason to talk. They were ready and could not afford to be distracted by things such as words of encouragement, or jokes to break the tension, or speeches to bolster the spirit, or anything else similar the humans usually throw at each other at likewise situations. They were warriors of God, soldiers of Heaven; they were just and firm in the silence.
A seraphim flew down in front of the garrison. "Any questions?" he asked to all of them.
Words were hardly worth the effort when they were only addressed to one or two; here, words were only used to speak to the general public. There was no bond with words with them, thus personal messages were irrational and unimportant.
But Castiel had questions. He always had questions.
Impressive at the Time"Alright, Castiel. I just want you to watch over this tower and make sure its construction goes unimpeded while I'm gone." said Michael, placing the tiny fledgling on the ground.Impressive at the Time in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel's expression scrunched tight. " Unimeepee Uh-minipeed Umpinee ?"
"Unimpeded." Michael corrected.
"Un Unimpeded." repeated Castiel. His eyes widened and a grin formed on his face as he stared proudly at Michael for the small achievement.
"Yes. That's good, brother." he humored. He was about to depart when he felt something tug at his wing.
"Michael? What does 'umpeeded' mean?" Castiel asked.
Michael sighed; obviously, this little brother still had much to learn. "Unimpeded means to progress without disturbances or obstructions. 'Smooth sailing,' I believe Gabriel terms it." he explained. He looked down and saw that Castiel had very big, confused eyes and his head tilted. "Just make sure no one and nothing interferes with the formation of the tower. Consider this your first tr
Delivering Messages, part 1Slinging the satchel over him, Gabriel made his way out of his Father's throne room.Delivering Messages, part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh come on, Dad, last time wasn't that bad." he exclaimed, turning around. "So I forgot to warn Atlantis that they'd get a leak. You can't take one tiny mistake and use that to base the outcome of the rest of my performances."
The next thing he knew was that he was outside and that the massive doors slammed shut behind him.
Gabriel made a peeved sound. "Figures."
He opened his satchel again to verify its contents. Yep. Seven, as always. He really did not get the fixation with that number around here, but whatever. He had a job to do, and for the sake of getting back into Dad's good graces again, he cannot afford any screw-ups. No mixed deliveries, no late deliveries, no picking up 'extra deliveries', no upsetting the clients in any means.
Sure, he can do this. He was an archangel.
He also had a selectively unreliable attention span.
Nonetheless, Gabriel secured his goods and prepared himself for the c
The Little Gray FishCastiel watched the creature before him with wide, fascinated eyes. He was a bit frightened about it, he had never seen anything like it before, but as usual his curiosity got the better of him. He broke away from the huddled mass of his brothers and sisters, who were monitoring the developments of Earth, and cautiously approached the fish. He was about to reach it when he felt a hand land on his shoulder and gently restrain him.The Little Gray Fish in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." informed his older brother.
Castiel stared at him thoughtfully, then back to the fish that was still pulling itself onto dry land. "Big plans?" he repeated.
"That's right. Very big plans, very important."
Castiel tilted his head. "What plans?" he innocently asked.
His brother chuckled. "No one exactly knows but the Father. Best not to interfere with His Will then." he stated.
Castiel nodded, taking it all in. "Can I take it back to Heaven with me once it's done fulfilling Father's Will?" he inquired.
Understanding Pain, part 1Atop the highest tower of Heaven's Infirmary, where moonbeams and drops of sunlight merge together and the air hummed with the chorus of electricity rather than songs that praised the Father, Raphael observed the great expanse of his home with a rare feeling of peace.Understanding Pain, part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been too long since he last experienced such a thing; usually, Father would hold a meeting with the archangels and they would discuss 'The Things That Passed' and 'The Things That Have Yet To Come.' Oftentimes, they were given specific, monumental tasks to be carried out straight away, although the work put into them could last centuries. And if Father was being silent and aloof, there were almost always wounded soldiers in desperate need of treatment.
Not today though. Today, all was well in Heaven. He closed his eyes and basked in his solitude
Then a scream shook the entire tower.
"Hold him down! Hold him down!" a voice echoed a few levels below.
"Steady Careful, his wings could jut out at any moment.
Delivering Messages, part 3After they had dropped off their sixth Message in Australia, Gabriel realized they were ahead of schedule and decided not to let the extra time go to waste.Delivering Messages, part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I am uncertain about this." said Castiel.
Gabriel made a 'pfft' sound as he brought Castiel closer to the building's ledge. "No brother of mine is chickening out on delivering justice. Now give me a battle-cry, Castiel; come on!" he exclaimed, patting/pushing his brother on the back.
Castiel stumbled and made a noise that sounded like a kitten stepping over its own tail.
"We'll work on that later." sighed Gabriel. He handed Castiel an empty ostrich egg (which he swiped and reassembled after the chick had hatched) and watched his brother turn it over worriedly.
"Is this really considered as justice?" Castiel asked.
"Duh! Why do you think I bothered liquefying fifty miles' worth of stinky cheese?"
retorted Gabriel, gesturing at the stock he had behind them. He placed both of his hands on Castiel's shoulders and started working on th
Delivering Messages, part 2The next Message was silver, and its recipient was inside the snooty palace beyond them.Delivering Messages, part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gabriel was about to zap themselves in when a guardsman suddenly slapped handcuffs onto his and Castiel's wrists.
"Whoah, buddy, what gives?" Gabriel asked.
"I am no 'buddy' of yours. And 'what gives' is that you two have crushed the emperor!" he yelled.
Simultaneously, both angels glanced down to find that, indeed, there was a guy underneath them, twitching and moaning in agony.
"Huh, would you look at that," Gabriel remarked. This was the first time angels poofed on top of someone. The man seemed familiar though what was his name? Something-Caesar?
The guardsman ruthlessly tugged at their chains and Castiel stumbled into Gabriel helplessly. "You two are under arrest! You are to serve time in prison until the day of execution arrives!" he barked, pulling them into the palace.
"And that would be ?" Gabriel pressed.
"At sundown." he sinisterly answered. "You can join the rest of the pris
Family Is... CooperationTheir garrison was on a mountain top as they prepared for today's training exercise. Livid storm clouds were gathering overhead, and the air was filled with the noxious odors of souls being corrupted and demons skittering across the village below.Family Is... Cooperation in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel was standing ramrod straight, his sword at the ready. He tried to gather as much encouragement as he could from his siblings beside him, but they do not offer him anything, only a calm façade to show that they were ready and unafraid. This exercise was to test their fighting prowess, and whoever would get the most kills will be awarded with special honors and the possibility of a promotion in their ranks.
The only rule was that the fights will be individually carried out. No one was supposed to help their comrades, no matter how dire the situation would become, no matter how injured or close to death their brother would get, no matter how much they scream and beg to have a savior.
Needless to say, casualties on both sides were ov
To Work, part 1At that moment, Castiel believed he had never flown faster.To Work, part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He would say that he was reveling in the feeling of pure exhilaration, if only his well-being was not at stake. It was getting harder to suppress his fear, which seemed to increase with every frantic wing-beat, but he kept trying to squash it down because the last thing he needed was his thinking being clouded by emotions.
Hundreds of trees whizzed by in the darkness as he madly hurtled through the claw-like boughs in an attempt to shake off his pursuers. Unfortunately, they were unrelenting and just as keen on getting what they want, which so happened to be him.
"Thief! Thief!" the two harpies screeched after him.
Castiel hated to be called that, hated it with all his being. He knew stealing was wrong but he was simply following orders, and disobedience was a far worse crime than theft. He kept telling himself that as he forced his wings to move more quickly and his grip on his burden to tighten.
The land stretched on and the
The Strange Boy From NextdoorDid you play tag when you were little? Did you play hide and seek? Duck-duck-goose? What about dodge-ball? Of course you did. Everyone play games when they're little. Well, except me. I didn't. My real love was imaginary games. One day I was a prestigious knight killing the evil dragon; next door's dog, Buster. Next I was a famous expedition adventurer, exploring new undiscovered jungles; our backyard in the autumn when daddy was really busy at work and never had time to cut the grass. In the expansion of my mind I became an astronaut, a scientist, a wizard once even a mighty wolf. But I would never let anyone else in on my games, I would always play them by myself. But I wasn't ever lonely. I could often be found just standing at the edge of the playground, staring off into space as I imagined up weird little adventures for my seven-year-old self. I preferred it that way. There was no one to break to rules or accuse me of cheating or trip me up. No one won or lost.The Strange Boy From Nextdoor in Short Stories More Like This
But then one
What do you want for ChristmasIt was snowing.What do you want for Christmas in Short Stories More Like This
I stared, my mouth open in shock and my foot frozen mid-air from the step I'd been about to take as I made my way to the kitchen.
It was snowing.
I just couldn't believe it. There was snow. Here. Little white flakes of frozen water drifting down past the window. Snow. Here. Snow.
It was snowing...
I was out the door in a second.
Mum shouted after me, something about making sure to put a on hat or something but she knew I wouldn't listen. I was too excited. I hadn't seen snow since... since before I was eleven, since before we moved, since five years ago.
I literally jumped out the front door, still yanking on gloves and the requested hat as I went, my feet sliding on a thin layer of ice as I cartoon-leg-slipped to a stop before I tripped down into the road. I couldn't help but grin though, the short dose of unexpected adrenaline lasting a hell of a lot longer than it should have. Or perhaps that was just the excitement that was making me feel like a giddy little
The wait is overHe gazed out across the great expanse of the park. It was nice. Pretty. Especially at this time of day; early afternoon time. The kids had been released from the chore of education and had at last been set loose on the once silent playground. Noise filled the air as little mini-people ran around; jumping off swings, hurtling around at 'a thousand miles an hour! honestly!' on roundabouts, kicking about in the sandpit, clambering over the metal body of climbing frames - everywhere. There was movement everywhere. Smiles and laughter. Excitement and squeals. Happiness and something he hadn't felt for a long long time. Some long lost emotion that filled the heart and set the soul alight. He remembered it. God, he remembered it. The warmth of having another person so close, curling up into his arms. The urge to make them laugh. The joy of seeing him and knowing just knowing, that he was thinking of him and only him. The way his heart skipped when he first saw those eyes gazing dThe wait is over in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
InTheDarkness:Chptr1-PreschoolI am 5 years and 3 months old. Me and mummy and daddy have moved again, and I'm starting pre-school. I'm excited but at the same time scared. What if the other kids don't like me? There's a girl Stephanie I met from next-door, but she's younger than me and doesn't start school yet. I look over at mummy through the gap between the seats as she pulls up in front of the school, she's biting her lip and glancing around, she's got that look on her face again. That look that tells me she's scared too. But when she looks back at me she smiles, reaching out behind her and stroking my face as the car stops moving. Her thumb brushing over the pink birthmark just over my right eye.InTheDarkness:Chptr1-Preschool in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Be careful, ok? And remember what I told you, don't-"
"Don't talk to strangers, I know mummy" I beam up at her, tilting my head to the side as I watch her smile back at me again. She sighs a bit, smiling to herself as she clicks open her seatbelt and reaches back for mine.
By the time we're walking through the door to
The ProloguePrologue The Boy In The PictureThe Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His eyes gazed at the figure before him with such intensity that the younger boy felt a shiver work its way down his spine despite the fact that he had just earlier declared he wasn't cold. And he wasn't. It was just that the way the man's gaze, whether it was directed at the boy or the paper on his lap, held something Gareth rarely ever saw. Love. This man honestly loved what he was doing. He had been skeptical at first, true. But who wouldn't be? What kind of guy drives down into the seeder side of town, picks up a boy like him, and pays him sixty bucks just to pose for some drawing? Sure, you get those rare guys that are honestly nice. The ones that just want company and even feed the ones they buy for the night. Or the ones that 'have never done anything like this before', and find a way to make you enjoy it as well. Or even the ones with the hero complex 'only want to help' and give you three times as much as you asked to pay for you g
Sugar - Critique RequestedHe liked sugar in his tea. No milk, just sugar one spoon of sugar and a Kit-Kat he never broke in half. Every day. Every day for five months he had come into the café and ordered a cup of tea with one sugar and a Kit-Kat. Sometimes he read the paper, sometimes not. But he was always there. But not now. Not today. He didn't come in today. But, then again, neither did I.Sugar - Critique Requested in Short Stories More Like This
Every day for five months I went over to his table and out of routine asked what he wanted. And every day for five months he smiled, politely requesting the cup of tea with one sugar and no milk, and a Kit-Kat he wouldn't broke in half. Every day for five months I shyly returned the smile, timidly murmuring that I would just get that for you sir, before away and heading back across the room towards the kitchen, grinning like an idiot but inwardly cursing that I couldn't just ask him out...
Every day for five months I glanced over my shoulder as I reached the counter, and every day for five months he was alrea
WaitingMakesTheHeartGrowFonderIt was late now. Somehow Skye had ended up inviting Azure and 'Tim' back to his sister's apartment, though he couldn't quite remember just how that had happened. Neither Jeanne nor Tommy could quite figure it out either. When he had first stepped foot into the flat, they had looked up with expectant and all-too-innocent looks on their faces - only for that innocent expectation to turn into confusion when Azure walked in with his head down and Tims arm around his waist. Sandy, Joe and Simon were already there, but luckily he had managed to get a word in first and had hurriedly introduced Azure to anyone who didn't know him and Tim to everyone who didn't know him.WaitingMakesTheHeartGrowFonder in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the initial confused looks thrown in his and Azures direction, Skye found himself being 'will you help me, Skye?'d into the kitchen by numerous people to explain things a bit more clearly. Although it didn't really take much of a genius to at least catch on that something wasn't right. Skye still couldn't take his eyes aw
Vampire shounen-aiScaron wasn't all too sure where he was, but he was damn sure he wasn't supposed to be there. All the goddamned humans surrounding him told him that. He hated them. Their scent, their appearance, their attitude everything. How they had the nerve to call themselves 'humanity' when they weren't humane in the least infuriated him! They weren't worth the lowly description 'cattle' his kind applied to them, they were lower than that. It really was a mystery to him why on earth anyone would want to feed from these things, let alone break the OP to do so. Ah yes, the OP; the Order of Peace. That pointless script made up by the Angels that commanded they shall not consume even a single drop of blood from the 'precious human race'. Pft, even Angels with their laws and regulations and pity were better than these vermin. If it weren't for the OP he would rip all their throats out but no no, that was too quick a death for them. He would bite them but not drink from them, lettinVampire shounen-ai in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
InTheDarknessChptr4ComingOfAgeMy forehead was burning. It felt so hot but at the same time it wasn't heat that was causing the pain. It was inside. Inside my head inside my heart. I was being burned from the inside out by something. My eyes opened and for the briefest of moments I saw another pair of eyes, looking down on me. But they aren't like any eyes I've ever seen before. They're so clear and yet so dark. A black violet colour that pierced my mind. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. There's nothing but those eyes and then suddenly they're gone and I'll falling falling down into something sticky and wet and reeking-InTheDarknessChptr4ComingOfAge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Eli! Eli, what's wrong? Elias?!" my eyes snapped open. I was lying facedown on my bedroom floor, my blankets twisted around my legs and constricting me, my parents standing at the door looking panicked. I groaned as I pushed myself up onto my knees, and when I looked over my shoulder I saw that my parents both have that look on both their faces again. I tried to smile, but even
The way they loved"Argh! Oh, my god, you are just so-!"The way they loved in Settings More Like This
"Me?! When have I-"
"Oh, that is the most-!"
"I can't believe you-!"
"You're the one that-!"
"Oh, please! I am not-!"
"When was the last time-!"
"Why should I have to-!"
"Oh, very mature!"
"Don't even start-!"
The girls head turned as the arguments went back and forth, watching the scene rip open with an expression of mixed amusement and bewilderment.
"Hey Gin, how long they been at it this time?" the redhead turned, looking up at the black haired man that had come to see what all the noise was about as he took the seat next to the young girl.
"I dunno. I just came in and they were at each others throats" she replied absently as the two friends turned to watch their respective brothers shouting over each other until one of them walked out.
"Know what happened?" inquired the blackette, resting an elbow on the table as he joined in watching the verbal tennis match his brot
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"I'll be back, Kyle," a black haired man called as he slipped his black Vans on.
A man with a head of curly red hair poked his head out of the garage, his face covered in ash. "Where're you going?"
"I'm gonna go pick up some new sheet music." He waved back at his friend.
Kyle smiled and waved at him with the wrench in his left hand. "Okay. Be careful."
He nodded and walked out the door as his pulled his dark brown jacket on over the white long-sleeved shirt and the very top of his blue hip hugger jeans. Ever since his sophomore year of high school, he'd played the violin, loving every moment of it. A lot of the music he owned he'd had since beginning to play, and playing the same things over and over was getting boring. True, he went to the music store every other day or so to buy or borrow new music from the owner, a friend of his he'd had ever since middle school, but he rarely bought any - his job at the bar didn't pay much.
Easily, he ignored the many st
Beauty and the Beast PrologueA blonde haired boy in a dark red suit sat slumped in his wooden throne with his narrow blue eyes glaring daggers at the people dancing around the ballroom floor in front of him. Everyone in front of him were his servants, people who attended to his every whim, but he never showed them the same respect they showed him. The only reason he even allowed them this mock ball was because his advisor, Butters, had suggested it as a way to boost morale amongst the servants. If it wasn't for the fact that morale was the only thing keeping them going, he would've shot the idea down.Beauty and the Beast Prologue in Fan Fiction More Like This
A boy with black hair, Ike walked up to him with an old woman dressed in rags following him. "Master, this woman needs a place to stay for the night."
His glare shifted to the old woman in front of him and then to the redhead. "Send her away."
"But master, she's just an old woman, and the night is harsh."
"I don't want an ugly old hag in this castle!" He yelled. "Away with you old woman!"
The woman looked up at him f
Congratulations"Meet me at Stark's Pond tonight at midnight," Stan said with a playful wink. "Believe me, it'll be worth it."Congratulations in Romance More Like This
Kyle sighed and looked up at the starry night sky. He supposed that he should be mad that Stan was nearly an hour late but happened so often that he didn't care. He could only hope that Stan wasn't going to stand him up in the middle of the night, he might never be able to forgive him in that case.
He spotted movement near a tree at the edge of the pond and hit the pause button on his Ipod, near the end of the English version of "Shissou," the ending theme for the anime Ouran High School Host Club, which Bebe had introduced him to. He turned to the movement but didn't step towards it. There were all sorts of people that hung around the park at night, mostly drug addicts and homeless people though, and Kyle wasn't sure if he was entirely safe now.
After another moment, a figure with short blonde hair stepped into the moonlight with a deep sigh. His orange parka wa
Nothing Else MattersA redheaded boy shut a dark brown suitcase sitting on his full-sized bed and grabbed the bright green backpack that was sitting next to his feet. As he threw the bag over his shoulder, keeping grip of the strap when he did, he looked over at the black-haired boy looking at him from a rolling desk chair with nothing less than despair. The redhead could tell the other boy really didn't want him to leave, but there was no choice, he had to leave.Nothing Else Matters in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stan, don't look so sad." He knelt down in front of Stan and rested one hand on his knee.
"I can't help it Kyle," Stan said with tears beginning to flood his eyes, "I don't want you to go."
Kyle smiled softly. "I'll come visit, you know that."
"But, Kyle, I don't want you to go."
"Stan," he covered Stan's lips with one hand, "don't worry. I have no choice, you just have to let me go."
"But just thinking about any amount of time separated from you makes me want to cry." Stan wrapped his arms around Kyle's and gave him a soft but passionate kiss,
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Introduction 1: Pip
The blonde British teen named Pip Pirrip stared up at the starry night sky as he sat down on a bench in front of Stark's Pond. He brushed the strands of his hair that fell from the front of the dark gray beret to rest in front of his golden eyes. He loved clear summer nights, it gave him a chance to not only actually wear a red t-shirt with his usual dark gray shorts, but it allowed him to just relax and clear his mind. That's what he'd miss whenever he had to go to England for college in only a few months - he had to live with his roommate near the university for a month before the semester began - the quiet summer nights of South Park, Colorado.
Pip lowered his head to look at the dirty pond in front of him. In the faint moonlight, the water looked black and beautiful with the bright green lily pads, some of which actually had pure white lilies on top of them. A light breeze blew past, sending the slightest ripples across the water. He smiled at the sight,
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"Pip," Damien drawling softly as he gently poked the blonde's arm, "wake up babe."
Slowly, Pip stirred and opened his eyes to see the credits of Battle Royale going by. He looked back at Damien sleepily, just now realizing he was still in the noirette's arms. "What time is it?" He yawned and stretched a bit.
"Almost one in the morning." The anti-Christ turned the DVD player and TV off, and then threw the remotes off to the side.
The Brit groaned and slowly stood as Damien did. "I have church in the morning."
Damien raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Church?"
He rolled his eyes and scooped Pip into his arms bridal style. He couldn't understand why Pip still went to church, especially after he dated Kenny for that time. "Why do you still go to church?"
"Is that a problem?" He muttered as he leaned against Damien's chest and closed his eyes again. He was still tired from their "game" earlier, he instantly relaxed and very nearly fell asleep a
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Hell, the black-haired teen named Damien sighed and turned away from the bright red lake of fire his house was on the beach of, is so boring.
The piercing screams of the damned that usually could send the anti-Christ into a wonderful deep sleep just couldn't tonight. He had to look for something else to get to sleep since Satan, his father, kept all of the sleep medicine locked up somewhere Damien couldn't find or see, even with Hell's looking glass. His black combat boots crunched softly on the blood tinted rocks lining the beach as he walked to the eastern side of the lake. Sometimes a walk around the lake of fire would tire him, but that was rare. That wasn't why he was walking around the lake anyway.
At hearing a particularly loud screech, Damien stopped and had his red eyes sweep across the surface of the lake. He looked up as he realized the screech was coming from a falling, flaming body. Yet another soul denied paradise. He wondered a
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Pip glanced around at the other people in the church as he sat down in a middle pew quietly. Everyone was shooting him weird looks, probably because of the clothes he'd borrowed from Damien that morning, a jet black sleeveless turtleneck that hung off of his thin frame and a pair of black Hawk shorts held onto his waist with a silver studded black belt. He could tell everyone knew he'd found a place to stay simply from his choice of clothes, but the fact that his blonde hair was razor straight and gleaming with cleanliness again gave them an absolute confirmation. But they just couldn't figure out who he was staying with, and the murmurs weren't quiet.
"I bet he's staying with that new family," one person said.
"Someone saw him being carried by some stranger to the apartment complex near Stark's Park," another whispered.
"Really? You don't think he's selling himself for shelter do you?" A woman asked the person
Past the Point of No Return~Kenny's POV~Past the Point of No Return in Romance More Like This
Last night was insane, and that's coming from me.
We all decided to go out to a nightclub for Kyle's eighteenth birthday, a pleasant surprise when we picked him up and arrived at the warehouse outside of town serving as the makeshift nightclub. It was just the four of us, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, and me, Kenny McCormick, for the first time in a long time. (Since graduation was fast approaching, we've barely had any free time to hang out as a group and it really sucked since these guys were, well, my only friends.)
Everything was going good--actually, better than good, things were great! The four of us were squished together on the dance floor, being forced to grind against each other to techno, fast pop, and hard rock music. The birthday boy was sandwiched between Stan and me, his front against mine while his super best friend was grinding against his ass. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a little jealous of Stan's position, but the one I
Project R.S.D.: Part 10I was alone with the moon with no worries. The only problem was that I could reach it like I wanted to. It was too far away, but at least I was able to be out in the open. I couldn't stay in the house like that. I was too wild and I felt like an animal too much. And I loved that feeling. It was like ridding the most dangerous ride at a amusement part. Or like making a plane zero into the ground without making contact.Project R.S.D.: Part 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I sat out here, I was starting to feel like I was losing my mind. Thinking about why I came out here in the first place was kinda stupid. I must really need some sleep. "The moon talking to me? Really?" I said to myself as I started to laugh at how ridiculous it finally sounded. I just stared up at the sky and looked at the full moon. I needed to do this more often, to get away from homework, class, and my family from time to time.
I snapped my head as I heard footsteps stop through leaves and wind blow them away. Warmth ran through me as if I was in sauna. I didn't th
Project R.S.D.: Part 2I sat in my room and laid on my bed. I even though I knew all of this was real, I still didn't want to believe it. That a 19 year old guy like me, Darius Johnson, will be a some kind of... bird-guy. An eagle or a hawk to be exact. The facts told me that everything was real, as much as it felt like a movie. The pain was the only thing told me. Then Randy had just told me, so that was two proofs. So I had to believe as much as I didn't want to, as I sat here and tried my hardest to resist the smell that I was enjoying coming from my closet full of dead rodents.Project R.S.D.: Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What on earth is that smell?" Travis, my roommate that I forgot about, asked as he walked in.
"I don't even know," I lied. "I just got in, and I'm beat. I didn't even bother trying to find out what is was. I'm too tired."
He walked straight to the closet like he had put the rodents there himself. "Oh, God!" he said, reactting to the smell. "Who put road kill in my closet?"
"Someone put road kill in the closet?"
"Darius, did you d
Project R.S.D.: Part 9As much as I kinda didn't want to get him, I went along with Darius, Derrick, and the other two to get Randy in his right mind. I know that I'm not the one that would stay up late for- Well, I would stay up at one place in particular, but that's not important now. I must really be losing it because I don't recall doing, thinking, or planning to, even if it was my mom in need, to do this for anyone. I need to get out of this... what people would, a nightmare in reality.Project R.S.D.: Part 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Darius, how is he.. not like us?" Derrick asked him as we searched.
"Well, he's not in complete control like you are, and his eyes are like a yellowish light-greenish color," Darius said.
"And yours are dark green," I reminded Darius.
"And your turn black," Darius told me.
The three other traded faces, then looked at me. I didn't know what for. I was lost for all I knew about them. Darius knew more than me, and he wasn't even one of them. He knew more than Randy, I bet. He is the one that's passing college.
Project R.S.D: Part 4It was sunset, and I was bored. I wanted something to happen. I should have made sure that the guys weren't doing anything tonight. If they were and didn't let me know until the last minute, then I wouldn't care. At least I would be doing something. Stuff like that didn't phase me. I never got why it got to some people. I guess will never know. And as the thought of excitement was planted in my head, that's what came like I had been wishing my hardest, praying for the longest as my phone rang and I answered it.Project R.S.D: Part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Randy!" Sarah yelled into the phone.
"What is it? And do you have to be so loud?" I asked.
"It's Seth. He's turning into this... fish-thing! You have to come help him."
"Crap! Um... I'm on my way. Are you still at the house?"
"I left. He told me to get you and Darius."
"Have you called Darius?" I asked.
"No, not yet. Randy, please help me!"
"Sarah, calm down. You're making me nervous."
"I'm sorry, but I'm scared. What happened to him?" She asked frantically.
"One of us will tel
Project R.S.D.: Part 6I came to on the ground outside. I didn't know where I was exactly where I was but I knew that it was dark. I was clueless. I saw that my mouth was still in front of me, still in pain from the new teeth that had grown. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were still webbed like they were before I had turned into that shark. I was still the shark and Randy, as a werewolf, was being rational about coming for me, like he was going to kill me. I hoped that he didn't with all that I would try not to let him do it.Project R.S.D.: Part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I got up and went on instinct, running for Randy. He looked angrier, like he was going to rip me apart. I saw him accelerate a little from the speed that he was going at first. I tried to do the same, but it didn't work like I wanted, because I almost lost my footing a little. I narrowed my eyes to focus, but that didn't work either because I really didn't want to hurt him. I was confused, thinking about myself and my friends and instinct that was implanted in my brain from
Project R.S.D.: Part 8"Would you two just calm down and go back to sleep?" I asked, hoping that at least one of them would get it.Project R.S.D.: Part 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I said stay out of it, Darius!" Randy yelled as his eyes turned bright yellow.
"Stop talking to him like that!" Seth yelled back at him.
"I'm going to burn this damn house down if you two don't cut it out now!"
Randy turned to me. Seth gave him a suspicious stare. Randy had this deranged look on his face like he was constipated or wanted something that was so tempting. There was too much anger in this room. I couldn't focus on what I was trying to do. Get these two from trying to fight each other. With my anger getting in the way of that, I was only making it harder for myself. So, I tried to keep myself calm as well.
"Rand y, what is going on, man?" I asked. "Are you ok?"
"I want to go to the moon," he said. "It's so beautiful and alone. I just want to make it happy." He dropped is face to the floor.
"Dude, you can't go to the moon. It's too far away. It's ok."
"Yes, I can. I'
Project R.S.D.: Part 5I woke up with a headache in... Randy's car, with a maniac as it's driver. Whoever it was, they made a sharp turn, throwing me into the door. It didn't help my headache at all. They made another turn. I threw up from being shaken so much. I guess the good thing about that was I was feeling better.Project R.S.D.: Part 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What the hell?" I asked myself out loud.
"Darius, you ok?" Sarah's voice asked me.
"Just peachy," I said in a sarcastic tone.
"Is anything following us?" she asked frantically.
I tried to get up and look out the back window, but she jerked the car for another sharp turn. "Would you stop doing that?!"
"Sorry," she said as she did it again.
"Nope, I don't see anything, except cars," I finally said, as I saw two car almost hit each other as we sped by them.
"Oh, thank God," she said, and for the first time since I woke up, she slowed down a little.
"What is your problem?" I asked still irritated that she was throwing me around in the car.
"Did you not see what Seth and Randy turn into? What hap
Project R.S.D: Part 3The three of us, Randy, Darius, and me, Seth Todd, have been friends for what feels like forever. We've all had those time where we show each other how we really are. Darius was always the punk of the three. Randy, the calm one that never let anything phase him. And me the only one that was quick to kick someone's ass. But ever since last night, we've all changed. Darius is like he's about to kill someone if they say or do the wrong thing. Randy is kinda psycho. And for the first time, I'm... nice. And in a weird way, I feel all warm inside. I've never felt "warm" inside. It's creepy to think about.Project R.S.D: Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I went to take a seat to relax some more. Just as I did that, I had to get right back up to get the door.
"Who is it?" I called.
"Your girlfriend, Sarah," she responded.
Sarah Peach, the one that have been with for about a little over a year. She was there through so much. The time my dad died, when I got the house, prom, and graduation. There have been times where I should have thanked her
Dead NoirSo some dame walks through my door, and I start to do the whole 'of all of the offices in all of New York' thing - because I'm a private eye, and that's how we do things - but then I recognize her: Miss B J Broad, dynamite on legs and owing me a favor or two after the fiasco with her late husband. Only the last time I saw her she wasn't carrying a tommy gun. So she's saying "Larry, darling." as she points this thing at me, and her voice is soft, tender, beautiful. Then it's all fireworks - nothing but noise and flashes of light - and I find myself looking down at my own bullet riddled corpse, tongue hanging out like a sweating dog. Miss Broad's looting me for the lint in my pockets and all I can think is, 'Hey, Larry. How about you at least try and die with a little dignity?'Dead Noir in Short Stories More Like This
Miss Broad obviously doesn't find what she's after because she's storming off cursing my name, and I start to feel kind of worthless. Kind of like I'm sorry to disappoint, you know? Like I hope m
Heartless Automaton - A Love StoryCombat Mechanoid 732 of the 3rd Armoured Battalion - though he went by the name Al in casual conversation (something easy for the fleshies to remember). During service he had dragged his ferrosteel body from the flaming wreckage of a particle tank on four separate occasions, once going back in to recover the memory core from a crushed comrade's skull. He dedicated himself to the cause not because of the propaganda or idealism, but because it was his job (and unlike the fleshies he knew how to do his job without whining, or stopping to rest every couple of days). But now the war was over (with both sides claiming victory) and Al was to be sent into civilian life.Heartless Automaton - A Love Story in Short Stories More Like This
The press releases had been careful not to suggest that mechanoids were considered alive in any way (because that might make someone begin to consider things like their rights and privileges), but instead focussed on how they might benefit the human (fleshie) population. They were told that the mechanoids would offer valuable a
Blank EntryInspector Andel removed her contact screens and allowed herself a small sigh of nostalgia. She had borrowed a tablet from the archives department, and now weathered hands were flicking their way through cold case files. Hand-typed files. She'd almost forgotten that she used to deliver reports just like these.Blank Entry in Short Stories More Like This
"It's not the 20s any more, Andel. We don't use tablets."
Andel had been too absorbed to notice Dieter sneaking up on her until the overbearing git had pulled up a chair opposite. Dieter was tall, young, charismatic, and by all accounts was everything Andel was not.
"Cold cases," she said, with a lot less venom than she had intended, "It's the only way to view the reports."
Dieter leaned back and propped his feet up on her desk. "Ah yes, cold cases. Well I suppose you have to do something while your officers are out with the response teams."
She ignored the feet bouncing obtrusively at her. It was too late to say anything now – she had to pretend they never bothered h
Complex 57The slick of black, heady oil rolled across the floor, staining the raw surface of the clinic, and the young boy collapsed back into the examination table. He was pale, even for someone who had never seen sunlight, with milky eyes and black spittle hanging from cracked lips.Complex 57 in Short Stories More Like This
"Of those we've seen, the virus has spread most quickly in this patient." Doctor Ripnar was a tall man who tended to sway when he walked, but had hands as deft and precise as any surgeon and he used them now to steady and restrain the boy. "His blood is turning into the same substance you see at your feet." he continued, "We might have been able to keep him alive long enough to find a cure, but we don't have the resources for everyone."
Adjudicator Lawrence nervously straightened his tie; his pink and sweaty face bulbous with stress. "Everyone?" he asked, "How many have been infected?"
"It's in the air supply, Adjudicator. We're all infected."
The Adjudicator lurched, virulent juices churning in his stomach. He hat
Night Chaser02:37am 22nd July - depart from London by commercial jet, business class.Night Chaser in Short Stories More Like This
00:53am 22nd July - arrive in New York an acceptable 7 minutes behind schedule.
Slaying an archangel is hard work. It takes a great deal of study, picking your mark, separating fact from legend, learning your target's tells and vulnerabilities. Even if you succeed, and when I tore Gabriel's crystal heart from his open chest I became one of the precious few who have, there is still the matter of retribution. Angels never forget the death of one of their own, and a legion of these creatures now wait to descend and deliver their vengeance. My only sanctuary is the night. Angels can only exist in light of the sun and as such I owe my continued existence to the wonders of modern technology, which is capable of sending man half way around the globe faster than the approach of the morning sunrise.
I chase the night. Or at least I chase the processed luminance of airports and rail terminals.
I've got an hour and
Zinc Corp's HunterThe initial intelligence reports had underestimated the length of the parasitic infestation. Even stood outside the outpost, with the sonorous depths of Europa raging below, Strife could tell that the facility had been completely contaminated. It was the small details that gave it away: a damaged antennae that would have been repaired, the undulating heat yield, and instead of the electrical hum of artificial advancement there was something entirely organic. He preferred it this way: once infestation had set in security features tended to hinder more than they helped; at least with total contamination everything was offline. His blueprints of the facility had suggested that the parasite nest would be located in the mineral store located deep within the moon's icy surface, and the corridor that connected the outpost to its mining facility due west ran straight to the stairwell he needed. The shifting sheets of ice had buried this corridor by a couple of metres, but with a few fusZinc Corp's Hunter in Short Stories More Like This
Oculus DroneThe feeling of asphalt beneath her shoes; it felt like danger. More than the lights, the bustling crowds, the trill taste of electricity on the air, it was that faint reverb on her heels that told her she was inside the city.Oculus Drone in Short Stories More Like This
Getting into the city was never a problem. Exhaust systems all along the city wall pumped pollution outside, some more convenient to travel by than others depending on the time of day, giving her a way to bypass security at the main gates. Once inside, however, she was an enemy in the city's midst, just one false step away from being discovered. Even a squat-market camera had the potential to pin her to the city's security grid.
Shiva turned the collar up on her jacket - real leather, but so badly bleached by toxic winds that it looked worse than the fake stuff - and adopted the slow, almost catatonic walk of displaced youth as scanners washed over her searching for anomalies.
She enjoyed the implicit danger. It heightened her senses, and made the risk all
The Nightmare ManDean and Cas were washing dishes when the nightmare hit. Well Cas was washing dishes, Dean was standing behind Cas, his arms around his waist, trying to distract him when they heard the whimpers over the baby monitor they still used. At first they ignored it, assuming she would calm down but when it escalated into short screams and sobs they ran for her room.The Nightmare Man in Drama More Like This
When they got to the room Cas knelt beside her and picked her stiff body up, the sobs and incoherent shouts still falling from her mouth. He placed a hand on her forehead and after a flash of light from his palm she woke up with a gasp before her face crumpled and she clung to Castiel as she started crying.
"What happened Mary-Jo? What were you dreaming about?" He asked as he brushed the hair sticking to her tear soaked face. He wiped the tears off her freckled cheeks as she sniffled and shook her head.
"I don't remember." She muttered, not looking at either of them. She couldn't tell them, she couldn't tell them that a black eyed
No bouncy house required.It was Mary-Jo's fifth birthday and Dean was freaking out and he felt like a terrible father.No bouncy house required. in Humor More Like This
He looked around the sparsely decorated two bedroom appartment that he and Cas were renting, well he was renting it. Cas technically didn't exist. But that wasn't the issue, from Dean's viewpoint Mary-Jo's party was going to suck. They had cake, ice cream a barbecue on the tiny cement patio and a piñata. And only her four-year-old cousin was able to come over. Well technically he and his parents were already here, and in fact his mother was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the cake while humming 'smoke on the water', but still... He remembered Ben's birthday party with the bouncy house and the whole flock of kids. In comparison his daughter's birthday party was very small, and a little lame. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed before walking into the kitchen. He looked at the redhead icing the cake, a look of fierce concentration on her face. He leaned against the doo
'It's my life, not yours.'Dean's standing just outside the hallway of his daughter's daycare when he hears them.'It's my life, not yours.' in Humor More Like This
"It's not right you know." A little girl's voice carries into the hallway, snotty and holier-then-thou sounding. Instinctively he knows they're talking to his daughter about her two dads. When him and Cas had dropped her off the first day the scandalized faces of a few of the parents made him want to turn his brown haired blue eyed little girl right around to find a new daycare. But Cas had put a hand on his shoulder and with his stern look he knew he couldn't. This had been the best daycare around, and because of the former hunter who was now the owner he knew it was safe. They had even had the older children practicing drawing protective sigils, but still he wanted to avoid this.
"Yeah, it says in the bible being gay's a sin." Another one said as Dean came around the doorway he saw his daughter standing up slowly, looking very calm. She brushed her skirt off and eyed the two little gi
A dark unnoticed slippy thingShe slipped through the darkness quietly. She knew her quarry was close, and she knew it was unprotected. But it wouldn't have mattered if it was. Her confidence in her abilities was so great it wouldn't have mattered if Dean, his partner Castiel, and his brother Sam were all around she would reach her prey none the less. She licked her lips. She was so close she could almost taste the sweet flesh of her target. She couldn't wait to sink her teeth into the soft flesh. To feel the juices drip down her chin as she devoured it. She was very hungry tonight, and nothing would keep her from it.A dark unnoticed slippy thing in Humor More Like This
And there it was, nestled so quietly and safely in the dark room. She stepped lightly over the protective salt line and grinned, this was so easy. She approached it and grinned as she soundlessly picked it up and sunk her teeth into it. Soft sounds coming from it as she chewed and bit.
Suddenly the lights came on, she whirled around and wiped at her moist mouth and chin. She grinned at Dean
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Title: Traveling with a Guardian
Sam took the dry laundry out of the machine and put it into the bag and looked over at Annie who was watching their last load of dirty laundry in the washing machine. Her head was moving in slow circles, copying the clothes as they tumbled, transfixed by it. He smiled at her, he knew she was, well very old, but she was still enraptured by the simplest things. He sat next to her on the bench.
"Do you think it will be done soon?" She asked. Sam thought for a moment.
"I think it'll be another ten minutes. Why? I thought you liked watching it?" He asked teasingly, nudging her with his shoulder. She didn't seem to notice, still watching the machine.
"It's just we could be doing something better, something more fun." She said, her stare unbroken. Sam tried not to blush. He didn't know if she was aware of the double-entendre of what she just said but he was so glad she wasn't very good at reading minds. He knew it was weird that he was attrac
Missouri DreamsMissouri seldom had prophetic dreams, not to say she didn't have them, she did, but they were rare. And they were always hard to interpret, wherever they came from it did not speak plainly. But perhaps that was the point, if the dream was strange, hard to interpret, you'd pay more attention to it. But that's beside the point, the point is when Missouri did dream that night, the dream was unexpected.Missouri Dreams in General Fiction More Like This
She laid down to sleep and a few minutes into her sleep cycle it starts. She sees Mary Winchester, but young, walking down an empty road. She tries to yell to her except to find she can't talk, or move, she can only watch. John is on the other side of the street, his feet cemented into the ground, he's trying to reach for her. She stops and looks at both of them. She pauses and walks over to Missouri, and she sees several faces beneath hers, like they were transparent layers. Mary pauses and looks at her confused, before turning and walking over to John. When she turns Missouri sees a gapin
A thicker skinShe lay on the bed beside his and watches him sleep in the early morning. He was not a morning person and she was adjusting. She stared at the skin, the face, that was technically not his. It belonged to a man that had died a hundred years ago. She knew what he was, what he did in the past. But she also knew other things about him, and because of that she loved him. It was stupid, reckless, and probably dangerous, but she loved him all the same. He didn't know it yet, but she did. She knew protecting him, and herself would be difficult, she had seen that much with her crappy precognition, but she couldn't bring herself to care. He was a shapeshifter, and he was a good person. He had morals and dreams of a normal life, and she was going to help him achieve it. As long as they could avoid hunters they were set.A thicker skin in Romance More Like This