Sarah's ChoiceMy parent’s yelling stabbed through my sleep, leaving a small crack and forcing it open. I was still tired, my mind was now awakened, but I couldn’t do anything to make it go back to sleep. Before I could open my eyes, I processed what was happening. Everything in my room was silent, I could hear the even breathing of my siblings in their beds, and I could hear the words my parents were so cruelly screaming at each other. I hear a pound and my eyes snap open. Instead of darkness, I can see the dust that floats gently in the air, like fireflies, and I notice that the light from the kitchen is streaming in from underneath the door.Sarah's Choice13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
To Be a Father: Take 2I believe these are yours said the unimpressed neighbour from down the street, holding up a pair of tadpoles by the scruffs of their necks, one purple and one red. It was obvious from their ashamed expressions that they had been tumbling about in her front yard again. Big patches of freshly mown grass tended to attract the two playful tadpoles.To Be a Father: Take 212 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their father heaved a heavy sigh as he collected them from her and placed them on the floor beside him.
Im really sorry maam, but you know what they say; boys will be boys He tried, with a badly faked light hearted chuckle. The neighbour huffed and stomped back down
Introducing Rachel "Rachel!" Splinter called. His daughter came into the dojo, where she could see her father had just finished meditation.Introducing Rachel10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sensei?" Rachel asked, her peach mask cloth ends braided on both sides.
"Could you ask your brothers to come here please. We all have something very important to discuss."
"Sure. Be right back." Dashing out of the dojo, Rachel headed to the living room where her brothers were. "Splinter want us in the dojo." Leo and Raph were sparring "Leo, Raph, you know you're not supposed to spar outside the dojo."
"Yeah but Splinter was meditating." Leo said as he blocked another hit from Raph.
"Can it Ray. We won't break any
StandstillWhat's a wandering spirit to do, but do what he knows? There isn't much that I can do, I know my strength only in part. My life I have forgotten, save only for what my hands know, and continue to do.Standstill7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The foods that I prepare are "Good enough." "Pass." "Crap." "Gruel." "Lacking taste." "Bland." And an assortment of other things.
Everyone has their place, and mine is hardly on the battlefield. I know that I am a cook. I can prepare sustenance as that is what I know. I have never held a blade meant for cleaving live flesh; only dead. This I know from the trembling and shaking in my hands whenever we face a cursed and damned demon.
I could que
New Day chapter 1A young teenaged man by the age of 14 woke up that morning to go off to school. “Well,” he thought as he sat up in bed, “Off to my first day of 10th grade. Hope nothing goes wrong.” He then stood up and went over to his dresser to pull out a t-shirt, then went over to his closet and looked on the hangers with several different pairs of blue jeans. Some were more faded than the others, but they were all the same basic type of pants. “Which one screams ‘me’ today?” He asked aloud, then smiled to himself as he pulled off a random pair of jeans. He then put on the clothes and his glasses and went doNew Day chapter 110 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Co by bylo, gdyby... Tsuki ponownie spojrzał na zegarek. Jego przyjaciel spóźniał się już dobre pół godziny. Rozejrzał się po peronie. Plakaty reklamujące zegarki, biura podróży, telefony komórkowe wisiały na ścianach. Były też graffiti. Tu zielony napis, tam niebieski wulgaryzm, czerwony podpis. Było tylko jedno graffiti, na które Tsuki zwrócił większą uwagę. Był to wielki czarny napis „Co by było, gdyby…”.Co by bylo, gdyby...10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Matthew woke up to the sound of quiet crying. It was coming from his children's nursery. He glanced over at his wife's side of the bed, He sighed a bit remembering Alice was gone for a few weeks helping Alfred with oil and coal companies. He had been taking care of their twins Alexander and maria for 2 weeks by himself now and was getting the hang of it. Sure he raised them when Alice was home but he had never been alone with them for more then a few hours.
But they were his children, they weren't very troublesome at all. He could easily tend to them and he was a great father. The only thing he had a problem with was the fact tha