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ImmortalTitle: Immortal
Rating: I don't know..
But I know there's not really any violence...
And I don't think there's swearing in it..
There's no smut in it either.. so..
Words: 936

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Have you ever thought about immortality?
Well then I can't blame you. People been thinking about it, how that they could never grow old, never worry about death.
But that's the bright part about it. But when there's an up.. There's a down.

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---Years ago---
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Turning a page with only a few fingers, the 10 year old masked boy known as Cry was under a tree, scanning each and every word.
"What are you reading about?"
Cry looked up to see his friend, Pewdie.
"Immortality." Cry simply replied.
"Cool." Pewdie said. "But I got something to show you!"
Pewdie grabbed Cry's hand as he dragged Cry away from the tree.Immortal4 hours ago in Short Stories

The Suspender ManOnce upon a moonlight-filled night, I was wandering in the swampy outskirts of my hometown. Then I stopped, standing on a log; the air was beginning to smell… Sweet. I wandered farther in, the scent getting stronger, and the fog began to turn violet.
Stumbling, I nearly screamed when I saw crocodiles- alligators?- before me. But something was up.
They were all upright, with little tea cups and a tea pot… And they were laughing and joking about having no pants…
I blinked and sighed. “This fog is doing things to my mind. It has to be. I mean, it’s purple!”
Yet something kept me going in; like someone was The Suspender Man2 hours ago in Short Stories

The War on TGCommander’s Log # 254

I had the same dream again… I’ve been having this dream for the past few weeks now. It consists of my second in command Alex being captured by the Koy’s and being held hostage and…

In this dream of mine I found myself on the head officer of the Koy’s ship ready to rescue him. Of course I was also being held by the officer’s thugs who kept a tight grip on me so I couldn’t go anywhere. The officer assured me that Alex would be released to me very soon and that I just needed to relax a bit. I didn’t have to wait very long because a pair of doors opened revealing a brThe War on TG2 hours ago in Short Stories

Guardian AngelSouth High School, Kizuna Beach. It's one of the best high schools around, socially and educationally. Not only do most students pass with exploding colors, they're happy students with great sports teams and a perfect mix of everyone from all walks of life. Most kids that attended South High were rich or upper middle-class, nonetheless. One of these fortunate children was Donder Knight, the daughter of an army general. She has whatever she wants and then some. But she still managed to be nice, caing, and wanted to give instead of recive all the time.
This was shown when she met Hope Alistair, the son of the district's president. Hope is timiGuardian Angel2 hours ago in Short Stories

Liar, liar-Dean HardscrabbleXProfessor Knight-Z Liar, liar!

A University is built like a home away from home. You have places to eat, places to sleep, places to read, places

to move. It even holds its own hospital, a wing all its own. A mini City in itself. Students as well as Faculty live here for long

stretches. Sometimes students don't leave; sometimes they leave the very first day. But all in all, it’s a home away from home, a mini

City, where life goes on and learning is done. Some members of this great mini City however, overwork themselves, and I'm not meaning

just students! It happenedLiar, liar-Dean HardscrabbleXProfessor Knight-Z2 hours ago in Short Stories

Prisons Richard Wittaker was in his basement one afternoon with his friend Jerry Wiles. Richard stood behind a small bar which he had proudly built himself, and was enjoying a beer. Richard's sinewy muscles stood out on his old, lean figure as he put his weight on the edge of the bar in order to keep off of his right leg. His demeanor was very calm, however, as he told Jerry his plan. Jerry was sitting on one of the tall stools in front of the bar with a beer in hand, which he had stopped drinking. Jerry was looking at his friend in shocked confusion. But Richard simply took a swig of his beer, causing his prominent Adams apple to bobPrisons2 hours ago in Short Stories

High FlyingSile gave a slight smile then glanced out at the scenery. “There’s too much that I don’t even really know to begin…I lived with my father, mother, older sister, and brother but it was really my Uncle who was the biggest person in my life. My father and brother use to live on my grandparents’ farm where they kept horses. My father use to ride a lot, but my mom has never been on a horse once.”

Sile paused. “We had a mule that I learned to ride on, but if you ever ride on one then you’ll know fully well that they are not like horses, and will never be able to compete. But my Uncle was different; High Flying4 hours ago in Short Stories

I Believe in YouI Believe in You

Hey, can I tell you something?

Yeah, it's something personal.... I hope you'll keep it between us.

Do you remember that cool March day when I came up to you and introduced myself?

You were such a gentleman as that day passed. I don't think I ever met someone so casual and polite as you.

Even though I invited you to a cafè, you offered to pay the bill. I still feel bad for letting you do that but the way you smiled at me left me speechless at the moment so I couldn't protest.

Every time you smiled or laughed, my heart jumped and fluttered in way I haven't felt it do in a long time. I can't remember a time when somI Believe in You4 hours ago in Short Stories

Up at Sunny PeakThey had been staring down from what seemed like the top of the world for several minutes before Sile went back to Naseen, who she had dismounted earlier, and grabbed the bag he had never realized that she had.
“I thought you might like it up here, I brought a picnic,” she said, holding up the bag.
“Awesome,” he smiled.
He climbed down from Big Will and they both tied the horses in a safe place, where they quite happily snickered at each other.
Dimitri and Sile sat down nervously with the picnic. Dimitri exhaled once he found that he had been holding his breath, afraid, somehow, of being near Sile. It was only yesterdUp at Sunny Peak6 hours ago in Short Stories

Dapple's Secret: Chapter 2 Dapple woke up in an unusual forest. Blinking, she looked around at the trees, all very far apart from each other. This was not her territory! Whatever happened to the mound, the nice, warm den inside a rock, the dense, close-knit forest…? Suddenly, it all came back to her. She stumbled from the sudden weight of her stomach. She had forgotten.
’I wonder how my clan is doing without me…?’ she thought, frowning. ’They probably haven’t even noticed my absence.’ She sighed, looking utterly miserable. Then she straightened up again, her face hardening. ’I’ve made my choice, Dapple's Secret: Chapter 22 hours ago in Short Stories

Marde Resto Chronicles: The Prophecy"It was a clear spring day when he came for you. Alone in the woods and too young to defend yourself, you were the perfect prey. A horned knight atop a demonic steed made of hellfire snatched you. Against your screams for mercy and protest he took you beyond the Hedge and it´s soul-snatching thorns and into Arcadia."

"There you were put into the service of his goblin woodsmen. You were given a bow and a dagger and then tasked with protecting a part of the lands until instructed otherwise. This almost killed you, you had no food or water, the forest was darker, beasts fiercer and the trespassers many and your fellow rangers wanted you dMarde Resto Chronicles: The Prophecy20 minutes ago in Short Stories

Writing Challenge - EvidenceEvidence
by Chris R. Vennettilli
“So, are we looking at the crash being the cause of death?”
Officer Cambridge looked up to detective Walters with a look of curiosity.
“Time since death?” Walters asked.
“Coroner report is a bit inconclusive, but preliminary estimates put TOD at about nine-forty.” “That was only about an hour ago.” The Detective said. “So, why call me? This is clearly a Traffic case.”
“Well, the Coroner said that some of the details were sketchy. Thinks that it wasn’t as simple as a crash.”
“What, murder?”
“That I’Writing Challenge - Evidence38 minutes ago in Short Stories

I'm AliveWithin the darkness and heavy pressure, the cry of albatross aroused her from her slumber. The lids of her eyes slowly opened allowing the small amount of light in the room to provide her with a much needed picture. Immediately above her, she could see the heavy oak rafters with pelts of furs hung across the rafters most likely as a buffer or something. The cry of the albatross then caught her attention as she tilt her head to the sound and realized that a cotton screen blocked her view from the silhouette of the noisy albatross. She stared at it till another figured shooed it away moved on somewhere else. She took a breath and noted the sea I'm Alive40 minutes ago in Short Stories

Fearless Jay has been my best friend since way back in elementary school, and for as long as I've known him, he has been the most fearless person I've ever met. He's never backed down from a challenge and his epic parkour stunts have earned him the reputation as the daredevil of Madison High School. His confidence borders on narcissistic cockiness, and his snarky attitude can be annoying sometimes. Actually, a lot of the time, he's just a show-offy douchebag. But ever since I can remember, he's always been there for me. The first time I met him in elementary school, he helped me get rid of some bullies who were a full three grades olderFearless42 minutes ago in Short Stories

Melissa and Spike were argueing again about there on off relationship. Gina was at her grandparents for the weekened leaving the two alone. Melissa was upset because before Gina left she asked if Spike was going to leave again while she is gone.

"Spike Im sick of this you may not realise but I dont have the luxury of having this on again off again kinda of deal I have Gina to think of and its not fair to her to get close to you and then you just leave like her dad did." Melissa ranted and Spike allowed her to.

The room was silent after all that could be heard was a deep sigh from Melissa.

"Spike you need to decide do you want to be with meOh shut up59 minutes ago in Short Stories

*Request* Fighting For You (Demo)In the city, you never really know what may lie just around the corner. One moment it can seem huge once you enter downtown. It could seem never-ending at one point, and the next thing you know, you're in the center of all things business.
Then you could be in a little town-like community, just small enough to be considered homely, and just large enough to house many families. Things could be favorable to live in for the rich.
Some places it was just fine for the ordinary people.
Then there are places that you just don't want to go near. Places like the alleys, rundown residences, and other abandoned places.
These places typically had the*Request* Fighting For You (Demo)1 hour ago in Short Stories

OdbicieObudziłem się.
Chłodny, lutowy poranek. Jak okiem sięgnąć przymrozek skuł wszystko. Przeciągnąłem się, ziewając. Miałem niewątpliwe szczęście, że nawet najgorsze warunki pogodowe nie robiły mi większej różnicy. Słońce, plucha, mróz czy parno – dla mnie tylko atmosfera się zmieniała. W zasadzie byłoby niezmiernie miło, gdybym odczuwał którykolwiek z wyżej wymienionych czynników. Ale to wymagałoby ingerencji kogoś z góry.
Jestem Wizją. Wiem, brzmi pateOdbicie59 minutes ago in Short Stories

PoA - Mission 1, Part 1ERIKA THE FEARLESS AND GALE SHADOWAURA IN...

The Golden Labyrinth

Gale stood by the door, waiting for Erika to be ready to go. While he was standing there, Agathena suddenly approached him. The small Houndour pouted up at him and let her ears droop. She gave him a puppy dog pleading face and let out a high pitched whine.

“Why can’t I go along with you, Master Gale?” she asked him, tilting her head slightly.

The puppy dog face failed to move Gale, though. He reached out and stroked her behind the double horns sticking up in her mask. “You’re not going because Pausanius told us it will be dangerous. Erika and IPoA - Mission 1, Part 12 hours ago in Short Stories

Sly x Carmelita: Above Anything Else. Part 1Egypt, 1300 B.C.

The blazing afternoon sun beat down on the raccoon’s shoulders, making him uncomfortably hot beneath the rich blue sweater and faux-fur trousers that he wore. Already, his smoke-gray fur was damp with perspiration, and his mouth felt uncomfortably dry. Beneath the wide brim of his cap—tipped low to ward off the glare of midday—eyes the color of rich cocoa blinked a couple of times to ward off a stray droplet of sweat that rolled down his forehead and along the length of his muzzle. His only solace was the stray breeze that whipped along the sandy dunes—though it blew grit past him, it also ruffled hisSly x Carmelita: Above Anything Else. Part 12 hours ago in Short Stories

Blessings Bound By Burdens

Time was in flux.

She'd seen it before; a state of catch up, essentially. Time had gone wibbly on her, and the stress of the last few weeks - for indeed it had been only but a few scant weeks, only just three. And yet, for all intents and purposes, two years had passed here, in her realm; her den.

Standing up with a sigh, the Strangeling stretched with all the care of a sore runner; she'd overdone it, yet again. Bad habit, that. Her brother would have words. The thought brought a grin to her canine features. She rather enjoyed having someone that cared for her. He could fuss as bad as a healer over a cub at times.

Used to, she would do quiBlessings Bound By Burdens2 hours ago in Short Stories

Sometimes I ask myself why...?Sometimes I ask myself why I’m still here. Mostly I have no answer.

Since I was a small girl, I’d never been happy, not truly happy. All the money and gifts and possessions never made me happy. The house, the new phone, the new laptop, the new ipod, all these things to me were like cement to close my gaping hole, the hole that only got bigger as I grew, the hole that still gets bigger each minute, sometimes I could swear I felt it eating away at me, but that’s all absurd.

Each new thing gave me a rush, each near death experience gave me this kind of high, in moments like those I was alone, and it was blissful, heavenly. I Sometimes I ask myself why...?2 hours ago in Short Stories

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