Prom Gone Right: IntroToday just wasn’t Oliver Kirkland’s day.Prom Gone Right: Intro18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was five days before the dreaded event and Oliver wasn’t even close to accomplishing his little ‘mission’.
Yes, sadly, this event was that dreaded one every teenager had to go though: Promenade.
His little mission? Get sweet little [Name] [L. Name] to go with him of course!
But he’s tried everything! Everything! And the worst part? It was like everyone knew he was out to get [Name] to go with him! Except herself of course! And they were out to get him too! It was so frustrating!
Sighing, he plopped his bum down onto his couch and began to think. What the blood
Prom Gone Right: Leonardo Vargas“L-Leonardo told me.” [Name] just suddenly blurted out, a red blush on her faceProm Gone Right: Leonardo Vargas17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What?” Oliver’s gaze snapped to her, a horrified look on his face
“I-I can’t Ollie…” Was her answer, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes “I-I can’t go to prom with yo-you because…”
“Ah.” Oliver nodded before [Name] could even finish, a sad yet understanding look on his face “I-I see… He warned m-me about it, I should’ve listened…”
“Huh?” [Name] tilted her head to the side, a rather confused expression on her face
Prom Gone Right: Allan JonesSighing softly, [Name] placed her hand at the back of Oliver’s neck before placing a chaste kiss on his forehead “Thanks… I hope you get out of your dump, okay?”Prom Gone Right: Allan Jones16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oliver nodded and [Name] immediately recognized the realization and sadness in his blue eyes “I wish you luck too…”
“Thanks!” The girl couldn’t help but smile sadly before thumping up the stairs and bounding into Allan’s room
“Yo. What the fuck do you want now?” The American laid on his back, his arm covering his eyes “Because my stomach is still having damn troubles eating that bastard’s s
A Fox among Wolves: A FableOnce upon a time in a forest far, far away from all signs of human life, the animals lived free in peace and happiness. Nobeast took more or less from the land than he needed, and nobeast ever complained about what was taken. They organized themselves into clans: the deer clan had the swiftest runners, the sparrow and wren clans were the forest messengers, the boar and wolf clans were strong fighters, the hawk clan ruled the skies, the snake clan was feared for their venom and constricting embrace, and the fox clan was the slyest of them all.A Fox among Wolves: A Fable20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, the peace was shattered when the leaders of the wolf and fox clans died, the old alpha wolf
The Restless Water cz.2Alison i Danny wodziły wzrokiem za Izabelą, która wściekła chodziła w te i we te po pokoju.The Restless Water cz.24 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
- I skąd my teraz weźmiemy paliwo? Czemu, po jaką cholerę, wymyśliłyście ten pomysł z kanistrem? Przez was i my będziemy musiały czekać na dostawę paliwa, i stracimy jeden dzień. Nazz, już nigdy nie zgodzę się na twój pomysł.
Nazz na której ochrzanienie jej chyba nie zrobiło żadnego wrażenia, stała oparta o ścianę i przewracała oczami.
- Pragnę zauważyć – przerwał
Know the Sonic Cast 10: Princess Sally AcornPrincess Sally Acorn...Know the Sonic Cast 10: Princess Sally Acorn4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sally: Hey, just call me Sally.
Okay. Sally Acorn... stole from her brother's wallet!
Sally: Huh? Uh, I don't steal from anyone, especially from my own family.
Sally Acorn... doesn't know she has so many haters!
Sally: Haters? Why would anyone hate me? I'm not a bad person.
Sally Acorn... became Mecha Sally on purpose so she could rule the world!
Sally: Excuse me? I chose to be roboticized so all of Mobius wouldn't be.
Still a bad move since you almost killed your team AND made them disband!
Sally: I didn't know that would happen!
Sally Acorn... cheats on Sonic with Monkey Khan!
Sally: What?! I do NOT do that! Why woul
A Dream ProposalThe sun shines bright over the grassy plains, the sky is blue and cloudless, and the wind blows lightly across the sky. A young woman walks barefoot along the plains, the wind flowing in her long brown hair, her blue eyes looking down at a flower she picked from a meadow long ago. She smiles as she walks, sings, and dances around in the grass, happy for what ever reason. Suddenly, from out of no where, five men in black appear from the grass. They run up to her and grab her, as if to rape or kill her. She screams and struggles as the men do there best to over power her. Suddenly, from the air a figure appears, he swoops down and lands a few fA Dream Proposal4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Change of HeartMiyuki's eyes couldn't believe what she was watching. The one person she love using soccer to beat up his team mate. She was sitting on the benches with Kaki and Aoi clenching her fist. "Ibuki-san!" Aoi shouted. Their goal keeper had fallen to the ground a second time struggling to stand back up. "Hurry up and stand!" Shindou demanded. He started to stand little by little. Shindou kicked the ball to him with anger aiming right for his stomach. The ball crashed in his stomach knocking the breath out and sending him into the goal. "Fortissimo!" Shindou sent the hissatsu straight towards the keeper but didn't contact him. "N-Nani?!"Change of Heart13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've had enough of this, Takuto-kun!" The ball was in Miyuki's hands without any burnt marks on her. Shindou's eyes were surprised but at the same time furious. "Stay out of this!" She nodded her head, "Why should I? You're the one who's being a jerk all of a sudden!" Shindou flinched and clenched his fist. Miyuki placed the ball on the ground, "What's
Promise?Sokka laid on the ground, curled up inside his sleeping bag, just waiting for the blessing of sleep to wash over him like a wave. It was one of those nights that you couldn't sleep. Not because you had something on your mind, or because you weren't tired, but simply because you couldn't. No matter how many sheep you count or how long you count from one hundred, it was just useless.Promise?1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sokka groaned in aggravation as he turned in his sleeping bag once more. "I hate the world," he grunted, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth turned into a frown as he gritted his teeth. "I hate the sleep spirit for not giving me the bless of sleep tonight."
Z pamietnika Ash'a cz.2Jest godzina 8:30 za dokładnie pół godziny zaczynamy pierwszą lekcje a ja aktualnie siedzę pod drzwiami mojego pokoju z ogromnym kacem , powoli wstałem ale chwilę potem wylądowałem na podłodze bo nogi odmawiały mi posłuszeństwa.Z pamietnika Ash'a cz.21 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Głowa mnie boli – westchnąłem i wczołgałem się na krzesło. Okey gdyby moi rodzice bywali czasami w domu nie zdarzałyby się takie sytuacje , że jako 15-latek wracałbym do domu napity jak … nieważne … - W sumie niewiele pamiętam ze wczoraj , poszedłem do baru z T
Something Missing chapter thirty-eightSomething Missing chapter thirty-eight17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up the next morning feeling like complete and utter crap. Why you may want to ask? Because my “wonderful” boyfriend, Jake, broke up with me. I thought we were going to be together for a while but no, we weren’t going to be. I guess I only meant something to him for about a month and a few weeks. Our two month anniversary was coming up soon too!
I looked over my shoulder to see Skylar cuddled up against the wall for once. Whenever she sleeps over she cuddles practically on top of me and I get so freaking claustrophobic it’s not even funny!
I get out of bed and sluggishly grab a rand
An Unspoken Series*Bounties of the Heart*An Unspoken Series19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A boy sits on the back porch, looking off into the distance.
His younger brother walks up and sits beside him.
"I miss dad."
"I miss him too."
"Have you ever seen him around lately?"
"What happened, anyway?"
"... He died of a broken heart."
"Oh... Do you think we will ever see him again..?"
"Mother always said, "Just look for him wandering around on the clouds.""
"He sounded like a great man."
"He was an idiot..."
"Because he never noticed how much he really mattered. He never will. He always needed to be told. That's what mom says, anyway."
The Doom of WonderI wonder, and I wonder even harder each day. The thing I wonder about is not an easy thing, or a common thing. It can not be explaned or expressed in any other way than drawing a picture of the world. Sometimes my wonder wraps around me like a coccoon, trapping me inside a safe place, protected from the world in a shell, but also hidden from it's wonders. Wonder.The Doom of Wonder20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This thing I wonder about is
Overwhelming, strangling, taking me. Wonder sometimes is the harshest curse imaginable. Imagine. Imagine and wonder are brothers, bound for life. Together they stampede all of our hearts, souls and minds, ripping out our me
Okay, Truth or Dare?"Okay Rachel, truth or dare?" Nigel asked as he turned his head towards the Supreme Leader in the middle of her living room. Sector V, Patton Drilvosky, Fanny Fulbright, and Rachel McKenzie were all hanging out at Fanny's place on a regular Saturday morning while her father was out working and her mom was upstairs, doing some unknown thing.Okay, Truth or Dare?23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dare," she said plainly.
"Okay, I dare you too…," Nigel thought for a moment, "to lick Fanny's dog," he smirked.
Rachel turned her head over to the ginger and white mutt who laid lazily on the dark green couch. "Okay," she replied as she got to her feet and walked towards the dog. She looked bac
All My FaultI punched the flour sack with my balled up fist, wrapped with the same white cloth she wore every time I went out to the shack to hit something.All My Fault1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I punched the sack again, a grunt letting itself out of my throat. I punched again, more rapidly. Right. Left. Right. Left. My brown hair sticking to my sweaty face. I gritted my teeth as I launched a powerful kick at the sack with my left foot.
I was angry.
He had to leave us all alone. He had to leave us here to fend for ourselves. It wasn't fair! We've lost everything! Our homes, our families, and once we finally found a new place to call home, a new person to call our family, our frie
LotionGaz stood underneath the tree in the park as she watched her idiotic brother try and convince some police officers about a giant furry beast that ran through the park last night. He had dragged her out, thinking that he'd need some "extra help". With what, she'd never know.Lotion1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No seriously! It ran right through here!" Dib tried to convince the man, who was just laughing at him.
"Yeah, sure it did, Kid. We'll get right on that." he humored Dib as he walked away. Dib fallowed him, to convince him even more, leaving his sister in the shadows.
"Idiot." Gaz muttered, crossing her arms, watching the passerbys. She squinted my eyes, trying to keep
Here With YouWhen the sky turns dark, the ghouls come out, and haunt the unsuspecting citizens of Ooo. But there was one mythical creature, one of royalty, who did not terrorize the candy people, or strangle pixies tonight. Tonight, she had a different stop to make. She hung her head low, letting her long, black hair cover her face as she floated solemnly into the graveyard. She passed most of the headstones that meant almost nothing to her, and headed to three headstones jutting out of the ground. The three that marked her best friends in the world.Here With You1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first one to go was Jake. Finn didn't take his best friend's death very well. He spent nearly a year
A Nutty Love - for Squirrel Genevieve had always been locked away, forgotten in some room of the grand estate that her mother called her own. She hadn’t friends, only a teddy bear she slept with every night since she was five. Utterly alone in this world, Evie could only gaze out the window to the merriment below; at the friends she should have, and the games she would have played.A Nutty Love - for Squirrel 2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun was just setting; the world transitioning into her favorite time. Dusk hovered at the edge of the tree-line and the full moon was just starting to rise. It was now that she could feel the Magick in the world; now she could forget that she was unloved.
Holding her teddy
The Crow GirlThe Crow GirlThe Crow Girl11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I open my locker and put my head inside. I put it all the way in so my nose is touching the back and I think about happier times, when no-one knew I existed. Before the attack.
The Crow girl, they call me. They chant it in their games; whisper it in each other’s ears.
Crow-ley, Crow, geddit? Funny joke, ha ha. Ironic, being that the crows were the cause of my problems. Or maybe it wasn’t the crows. Maybe it was just me.
But those children who chant my cruel nickname are just afraid. I don’t resent them. I’m afraid too.
It was a year ago, when I saw those beautiful purple-black birds, perched on the fenc
Fruk I hate everthing about you.I hate everything about you. Punk!France X Punk!EnglandFruk I hate everthing about you.15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur stood yawning and got off the couch. It was around four in the afternoon and that was early for him. But he had a gig later. He woke up his band which consisted of Allistor, his older brother, Alfred, his younger brother, Dylan, his other older brother, and Matthew, his other younger brother. Together they walked to the bar where they were working at. They took the back exit to avoid the screaming masses that somehow found them while they walked. It might of been because five tallish punk boys stood out in a crowd. But thats only a thought. As they got up on stage Allistor nodded
Emily's Mistake - Based on theEmily's Mistake - Based on the picture "Oscar and Alphonse"Emily's Mistake - Based on the2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emily was only seven years old when it happened; when she would never forget she made a mistake. It was as any other day would have been, as any day could have started. The soft breeze outside their small brick and wood cottage was filled with the scent of Jasmine and Lilac. The trees swayed gently; oak and maple leaves lightly littered the dirt driveway. The sunlight filtered through the branches and barely made it onto the ground before her.
Oscar and Alphonse were playing in the sandbox in her back yard, dirtying their blue and red shirts. The boys’ hair was a golden