#4 Dark He was dark.#4 Dark2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He lurked in the shadows, red eyes glowed as he waited for his next victim.
He hadn't always been this way, once he had been happy.
Untill that day when the royals killed his parents and sister before his eyes.
He had only been three years old.
"Mama!" He shouted excitedly as he ran inside, "Look what I found!" He held up a chao, "Can I keep it?"
"I don't know Shadow...."
"Oh please Mama?!"
Just then, his Father ran in the house.
"Creek? What's going on?"
"The royal gaurds! They're...."
The door slammed open and the King's gaurds came in the house.
She screamed and pulled her son close in her arms.
The gaurds grabbed
The Flower Garden ~ Chapter 01Summary: The first night Fili met Bilbo Baggins he learned that Hobbits planted flowers atop of the graves of their dead. It struck him as odd, nothing more nothing less. He could never have guessed then how much he'd come to hate that tradition.The Flower Garden ~ Chapter 013 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Never in his life would Bilbo Baggins ever trust information he got from a book again.
Books told stories and even when they seemed to contain facts, they were complete and utter creations of the writer’s imagination.
He’d once read in a book that dwarves were a honourable, merry folk.
Ha! Bilbo thought. Nonsense!
They were rowdy, disrespectful and oh-so
Rose VealMr Sky sits blue atop a toy abattoir.Rose Veal5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His puffy white cloud-calves exported east.....with only a small number retained for the rose veal garden.
Desert Vs. GardenAs I stare outside into the heat rising from the pavement, I realize something.Desert Vs. Garden3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
We are too different to make this work. I looked at you for a long time the other night, trying to figure you out with your pale skin and graying hair. You didn't look up from your laptop and I was content to work in silence.
You've been oddly quiet since that day I let you touch me. I don't like physical contact, but that day, as your hands slid beneath the back of my shirt, you expected me to recoil. I didn't. You didn't go further, but I could tell something changed.
You look up at me from time to time as though studying a puzzle that you can't quite work ou
For A Mother".... What if she doesn't like it?" "Daniel, she's your mother... She loves everything that you bring her." "Yeah, but-" "No buts, mister. It's the thought counts. Now, go on. I'll give you a few minutes to talk to her."For A Mother3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The blonde sighed as the doctor walked away, his hazel eyes locked on to the bronze doors in front of him. Little silver and gold vines sprouted in floral designs across the metal, multicolored gem roses glistening in the dull light. The male took a deep breath as he hesitantly lifted his hand, quietly knocking on the decorated door.
A small chime echoed in the room behind the door, the metal vines rustling as if the wind was blowing. A soft feminine voice soon followed it, and Daniel found himself gently smiling as the doors slowly began to open, the sweet fragrance of rise petals meeting his nose.
"Come in, my son..."
The voice called quietly, the male smiling widely as he walked forward. The room before was a beautiful mess of overgrown roots, discolored vines, and
Never Leave Me JapanxReaderNever Leave Me10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the gentle, evening, summer rays warming our skin, the blackcap, garden warbler and mistle thrush calling to each other, and the faint breeze giving the air a quaint freshness, it's no wonder that we were invited round to Arthur's to drink tea in his garden. Specifically, he'd invited his fellow tea drinkers: Yao, Kiku and myself, [Name]. The four of us sat in ornately carved, metal chairs round a matching table with a large parasol sprouting from the centre, its fine, silk-like texture and washed-out white colouring above our heads like the sails of pirate ships (oddly enough, one of Arthur's past professions). The e
Botanical Garden - Explanation and Brief HistoryTo help you to understand the history and the beautiful plants and flowers that you can find in the Botanical Gardens, here you are some information :)Botanical Garden - Explanation and Brief History8 hours ago in Historical More Like This
Thank you and enjoy it!
Real Jardín Botánico de Madrid (Spanish for Royal Botanical Garden of Madrid) is an 8-hectare (20-acre) botanical garden located at Plaza de Murillo, next to the Prado Museum in Madrid (Spain).
-> Brief History
The garden was founded on October 17, 1755, by King Ferdinand VI, and installed in the Orchard of Migas Calientes, near what today is called Puerta de Hierro
Wolf and Maiden: A Garden Bloom In The MourningWolf and MaidenWolf and Maiden: A Garden Bloom In The Mourning1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Garden Blooms In The Mourning
In a dreary town known as Gloom;
Where the sun shuns its light and flowers never bloom;
A young boy named Leo, wearing a wolf themed hoody, searches for his missing parents.
Optimistic Leo visits a florist’s his mother always frequented.
Maybe she’s lingering here? Around flowers so exquisite.
Leo looks here and there… but she’s nowhere to be found.
Is she in thin air?
Still optimistic Leo visits his Dad’s carpentry shop.
Maybe he’s lingering here? Around tools so tip-top.
Leo looks here and there… but he’s nowhere to be found.
Is he in thin a
Gardener and GuestHe pushed harder, his arms and legs aching. Rusty metal cut into the palms of his hands. The sun beat down on his exposed neck. The ground was tempting to rest on, but he knew what would happen if he rested. The metal wheels of the tiller screeched with unholy malice at him, but he pushed on. He only had this last row to do, he could make it.Gardener and Guest1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Coming to a halt at the end of the row, the boy panted heavily. His blonde hair was nearly plastered to his scalp from his sticky sweat. He glanced around him as he collapsed to his knees. The world swam in and out of his vision, and he was only saved by the cool glass of water that was held out to him. He drank some greedily, the world coming back to a focus. His brown eyes met blue ones.
"Thank you, Eliza," he panted to the other blonde.
She gave him a sweet smile.
"Anytime, Makis," she replied.
Makis stood shakily on his legs, holding onto the tiller for support.
"Does the master require anything else?" he asked shakily.
Eliza cast him a worrie