Something to Fear(Courage the Cowardly Dog TF)More Like This
“Well that was a fine waste of a Saturday night.” Adam said disappointingly, walking his younger sister back home. It was in the middle a cold Halloween night in Kotobuki town and the two young teens had just finished their annual Trick-or-Treat route. It was the same as always and to the 15 year old teen and the whole Halloween experience was starting to get really stale for him.
“Really? Why do you say that Adam? I thought this year’s trick or treat was just as good as last year’s” Kirsten said happily showing him her bag which was filled to the brim with sweets.
Adam looked at her bag before looking back at her. He had to admit; the candy part of Halloween was always awesome, but over the years Halloween just didn't feel the same.
“I don’t think so. I mean Halloween is supposed be scary, but there was nothing scary about it tonight.” Adam explained. “Come to think of it; Halloween lost its sc
I'm seeing pink Obsidian was walking down the street happily. She was humming softly to herself and had her hands in her pockets. She had recently been freed of her gorgon punishment and Vicis was out seeing the world, so she had no reason to be worried anymore. She was on her way to see her friend (me) and couldn't wait to chat about average stuff instead of worrying about Vicis. She walked down the familiar street and turned the corner, on to the street I lived on. She walked up the small driveway up on to my porch, it creaked with age, but nothing to drastic. Obsidian smiled as she nocked lightly on my door and waited.More Like This
I sat at my computer, trying to find inspiration to write as I scrolled through deviantArt. I sighed as I leaned back in my chair, I had no motivation what so ever. I got up to get a drink, passing by my trash can, which had many awful drawing attempts inside. I got a soda and sat down at my desk once more, continuing a sketch I had been workin
Training ClassTraining ClassMore Like This
(Man to Dog TF)
It was 10:30 in the morning and in the kitchen of a small tan house, frantic clanking could be heard along with rushing water. Standing in front of a double sided sink, two brothers, one eighteen, the other twenty-one, were rushing to finish a mockingly large pile of dishes. While one washed, the other dried and stacked. They were almost finished. Scrub a few pots and daddy dearest wouldn't have a fit when he woke up. The elder brother, with scrubby in hand, tore up the last bit of grime that cling to the walls of the rice pot. He sighed in relief. He soaped up the pot and gave it to his little brother to rinse and stack. "Thanks for the help Mikey," said the older brother.
John nodded an affirmative. "All right Mikey, come lock me out."
"Ok." John walked to the door with Mikey close behind. John grabbed his bag and stepped out onto the porch. Before he could leave, Mikey asked, "Clash of the Gods tonight?"
"You know it."
"All right. See y
Ebil Witch Lady's Halloween PartyIt was that time of the year again when the leaves start to change color and the cold winter breezes slowly come in. The month of October seemed to pass by quickly as people got ready for the biggest night of the month: Halloween. Parents prepped their kids and made sure they were dressed up in the costumes of various characters; those young enough to not know better were accompanied by their parents as they took them out into the slightly breezy night.More Like This
This was the perfect time of the year for the infamous trickster, known by few as the Ebil Witch Lady. She loved Halloween just as much as all the children do, though she wasn’t in it for the candy. Halloween was a special time where she could use her magical abilities to cause mischief on all kinds of people. One might think she’s a monster for what she does, but nobody ever remembers who they once were when she’s finished. Of course, she had one condition that she followed to a tee: all of the adorable children were
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!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
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.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
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.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