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JEM5: Games for FoolsTwo weeks had gone by and it had yet to stop raining, and from what I had heard, it never does. While everyone either stayed inside or sported an umbrella, I let the raindrops soak through my hair and run down my face. I enjoyed it. What I didn’t enjoy was finding a place to live. The apartments I was shown were either too small or way too overpriced. Somehow spending all my time robbing people didn’t seem too appealing. I’d rather steal for fun. Having to do it takes off all of the edge. I’m looking for a place big enough for myself and a studio without costing me the opportunity to start saving money.

I had no luckJEM5: Games for Fools53 minutes ago in Short Stories

Project Cerberus Cap 2. Wingless AngelProject Cerberus Cap 2. "Wingless angel."

“Los ojos del Cancerbero brillaban de un color azul intenso…los del amo de un rojo que perforaba el alma…”
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"Oh...¿Vieron? Salió el auditor...han visto algo sospechoso...pero ¿Qué? ¿La nueva alumna?"

Todos los alumnos de la clase cuchicheaban, mientras Alice observaba calmádamente.

"Oficina central, tenemos una sospecha en la escuela preparatoria Sankatsu...su nombre es Miyamoto Alice, usa el apodo de 'Cherry', esa palabra y la combiProject Cerberus Cap 2. Wingless Angel54 minutes ago in Short Stories

New Niece (Dedicated to Cry's new niece!)Hearing the pained screams from his sister, from far as he was, Cry winced, shifting uncomfortably in the plastic waiting room chair. Twiddling his thumbs, Cry looked at the floor, anxious to go to his sister, but unable to, leaving him in a state of general panic.

Suddenly, the screams stopped, and Cry jumped to his feet, tapping his foot anxiously. Soon, a nurse walked in, calling out his name, an eyebrow rising due to his mask, but lead him to his sister without question. Swallowing nervously, Cry pushed the door open slowly, smiling as his sister, though tiredly, motioned him over, her husband smiling at the little bundle he held.

&lsquNew Niece (Dedicated to Cry's new niece!)3 hours ago in Short Stories

God save the queen“John?” Sherlock called from their bed.
“Yes, Sherlock, I’m here love,” John comes in from sun room and settles onto the edge of their bed.
“I can’t see you,” Sherlock squints at John.
“That’s because you don’t have your glasses on.” John takes the glasses from the bed side stand and hands them to his husband of 45 years.
“Oh that’s much better John,” Sherlock huffs as he settles the glasses on his nose.
“Feeling better, ready to get up?” John is examining him thoroughly now. “I told you to get that flu jab last month. You could have saved yourself being sick these last four days.”
“Four days,” Sherlock sits up quickly and grips John by the arms. “The queen, John, I was supposed to transport her early on this week.”
“Its okay love,” John smiles. “She’s all sorted and ensconced in her nGod save the queen3 hours ago in Short Stories

True Friends‘Where is France, mis amigos?’ Looking around in surprise, the other nations only shrugged, neither knowing nor caring why the French nation was missing. Frowning, Spain exited the European meeting, now really missing much, as they had been ending anyway.

Slipping into his car, Spain drove to France’s house, his frown deepening when France did not greet him when he drove up. Using the spare key given to him, Spain entered the mansion, calling out for his friend repeatedly, but receiving no answer. Opening the door to France’s room, Spain peered inside, spying France on his bed, curled into a ball, shaking slightly.

MTrue Friends3 hours ago in Short Stories

Vent writingSo I decided to make something but I didn't want to draw, afraid I would ruin it. So here it goes (May be short or long -shrugs- Since I like dogs and shit it's going to be about them..)
Story:
The lone wolf walked among the glittering, snow encrusted branches making them snap through anger. She had no idea where she was going but she was sure it was away from her pack. The new forest scents filled her nostrils with deep pine scents and newly marked territory, she was very cautious to wander away from these. Her head hung low near the ground in sadness, only keeping her eye sight up when hearing something. The twigs made the pray prance away with their fear scents too obvious, but still the wolf only wandered without trying for the prey. For a second there was a flash of darkness and she raised her head in shock of the sudden light change. Her eyes focused on the cause, it was another wolf, but it smelt of another packs, but one she couldn't identify. Her instincts toldVent writing3 hours ago in Short Stories

TOC - Torneo Round 2: El sorteoRound 2: El sorteo

No puedes creerlo... ¡Realmente has pasado a la siguiente ronda del torneo! No era algo que esperaras. La mayor parte de los soldados fueron descalificados en la primera ronda, excepto Rosalie y tú.

Eso solo quiere decir que las cosas empiezan a complicarse a partir de ahora. Los oponentes que quedan son más fuertes, y te recuerdas sin cesar que tampoco fue que tu victoria hubiera sido sencilla. Debes aprender de los errores que cometiste; no darles la oportunidad de volver a verte vulnerable, ahora que conocen tu mayor debilidad.

Llevas un par de días preparándote para tu siguiente bataTOC - Torneo Round 2: El sorteo3 hours ago in Short Stories

NW Tales Episode 5 - RumorsNW Tales Episode 5 - Rumors

It all began one hot afternoon on May 3rd. Zoey, the Tidmouth station pilot was shunting some trucks in the yard. Though she was now getting the hang of shunting coaches, she still liked trucks better. She was having lots of fun with the trucks. "Man, you trucks are so fun." she said. Gordon was nearby and overheard. "How on Earth are trucks fun?!" he asked crossly, "They are rude, noisy, cheeky, loudmouthed, annoying, and always like to cause trouble!" Zoey ignored the statement and continued shunting.

Later on, she brought a rake of 5 coaches to platform 1. Duck soon pulled into the bay platform with his two auNW Tales Episode 5 - Rumors4 hours ago in Short Stories

::The Changes that End::There was birds that were chirping outside as the sun rose and shone on Nova. He covered his eyes at the glaring light to notice Izzy wasn't in the bed. He looks over at the endtable to see a note folded on the table.

"Good morning, Nova~! I hope I didn't wake you when I left. I had things to do, and I needed to leave real quick! I hope you also had good dreams, because I had lots of good dreams~ :heart:

Anyway, I left a small plate of breakfast for you on the counter~ Enjoy it, I worked super hard on it~! >w< :heart:

Love, Izzy"

He smiles and puts away the note. He gets up lazily and rubs his face to shake off some of the tired feeling. ::The Changes that End::4 hours ago in Short Stories

the letter    it was a dark and rainy tuesday in march. i left to go get the mail and came back soaking wet in minutes. i walked to my room and changed. when i came back splinter and shifu were sitting in the living talking about a jar full of soals. since its these two i wouldnt be surprised much.i then went back to my room and went through the mail. my heart stopped when i seen a letter in the pile.
    "splinter!" i shouted for him. i examined the letter closely for a return date. i wanted to know who and how they knew where my sensei was. no one was meant to know.....no one..... the return date just had a blue turtle painted on it.
    "what is it, my dear?" splinter asked in the door way. behind him i could see master shifu peering in. his ears were twiching too. that little snoop...
    "y-y-y-.....you have a latter-le-letter." i studder when im nervous.
    "letter? from who?"
    "i dthe letter4 hours ago in Short Stories

Half!Dragon!King!ChinaxReader - The piece of JadeOnce upon a time, there was a little girl named <y/n>. <y/n> lived a happy life with her mother and father in a little hut next to a tree where peach blossoms would bloom every spring. She would smile and laugh and have fun, and everything was well.
But one day, <y/n>'s Mother got very sick.
One day, <y/n>'s mother called <y/n> into her room, where she lay in her bed, looking very pale.
"<y/n>, I have a special gift for you." Her mother reached under her pillow and pulled out a beautiful piece of green jade, a very important thing to nobles and wealthy people.
"Promise me, you will keep this, and never, never let it go, no matter how hard things may seem to get."
<y/n> Nodded and took the piece of jade, and fashioned it into a bracelet.
"And remember, that I love you. And I always will."
And then <y/n>'s mother died.
Soon after that, <y/n>'s father remarried, a womanHalf!Dragon!King!ChinaxReader - The piece of Jade5 hours ago in Short Stories

Take Me HigherAzreth wished he was a lot of things. The one he wanted most was to be strong. As he was now others had to protect him because he was so weak. His magic was so feeble and it drained him so much of it to just create a simple illusion. He desired to be stronger than ever before after he first met Nyx. She was everything he wasn't. Strong, powerful, and fearless. Azreth screamed like a girl when ever his own tail scared him when it popped up in the corner of his vision. Nyx could look Crow in the eye and not back down. He sighed walking alone in the large halls of the castle. Azreth wondered why she even bothered dealing with him but it was his Take Me Higher5 hours ago in Short Stories

CoffeeIt was cold. Cold enough for the icy air to seep through his heavy suede coat. There was a hazy fog rolling across the damp grass and flooding his mind with obscurity. The pale gray clouds blanketed the sky, eliminating any promise of the sun making an appearance. His shiny leather shoes made a soggy squishing sound with his every step as he approached her. His eyes were locked on his destination; the only parts of him moving were his legs, which kept a steady pace. In his hand was a burning hot cup of black coffee, the smell rising and filling the air around his nose with a heavenly bitter scent.

He arrived at the exact spot at which he stCoffee5 hours ago in Short Stories

Rebecca's Ransom“mmmppphhh…” Rebecca groaned into her gag. The 19-year old girl sat on a hard wooden chair…somewhere. In all honesty, she had no idea where she was. A thick scarf was tied across her eyes, keeping her in the darkness. She’s had it on when she was brought here, and she’d had it on in the two days since then. Another scarf was pulled between her teeth, muffling her whimpers. It was only removed when they fed her, twice a day, one of her captors feeding the helpless girl.
Rebecca’s arms were lashed to the arms of the chair with rope. Her feet were similarly tied to the chair legs. Each coil of rope, Rebecca's Ransom5 hours ago in Short Stories

Found?Jason ran up to Anya, panting. She stood in front of an abandoned building, just staring at it.
"Anya, what-what was that?!" he panted, looking at her. Suddenly, she swayed and put a hand on the building to balance herself. She put a hand on her forehead and looked at Jason.
"Wh-What happened?" she asked. Jason gave her a surprised look.
"You don't remember running out of the house?" he asked curiously. Anya shook her head. Jason heard footsteps behind him and looked around, seeing Hades run up to them.
"Anya!" he said, pulling his daughter into a hug, "Why did you do that?"
"I-I .... I-I really don't know," she said, blinking. Hades looked at the building, feeling an evil aura inside.
"Jason, Anya," he said slowly, "Head back to the house ..."
Jason and Anya looked at Hades and nodded. Jason took Anya's hand and they walked away together. Hades walked up the door and pressed his ear against it. There were voices inside.
"Stay away from Louise!" a voice said. Hades almost gaspedFound?6 hours ago in Short Stories

Small Talks53. Future
It had been one of the quieter days in the Brooklyn House for Micheal. In fact, he hadn’t heard
anything from a certain red head all day. Deciding to occupy himself, he sat up and began to
roam around in search of Brianna. He walked through the many halls of the Nome. Soon enough,
he found himself on the terrace to find the short, redhead leaning against the railing. She wasn’t
doing anything but standing there, looking down to the harbor below. Micheal walked up behind
her, and touched her shoulder, causing Brianna to jump.
“ Bloody hell, Micheal! You nearly scared me half to death!” She exclaimedSmall Talks6 hours ago in Short Stories

10. Sorrow“Come here, kitty,” I said to him. “I’ve been wondering where you ran off to.” He sat down at the edge of the building, about twenty feet from me, and started to lick his paw. "Oh come here, silly," I called again, knowing he was playing with me. He got up and trotted over while I bent down to greet him. Jumping up on my thigh, he meowed and then began to rub his head on the underside of my chin. I started to run my hands through the fur on his back and a wild purr began. He always knew how to make me smile.

I wasn't sure what I was hearing at first, but when Shigsta started to growl, I knew there was a zombie c10. Sorrow6 hours ago in Short Stories

6. FearThe constant alarm was the only indication that time was still marching on, bringing my worst fear closer and closer. As every siren sounded, one more second of life was stolen from me, a few more degrees of heat were lost, another unit of oxygen vacuumed into the void of space. I hoped that space needed it more than I did, but that was a silly idea.

Must be the oxygen deprivation affecting my brain activity, I thought. I never have those stupid thoughts when I'm running through the wormholes I create. If I lose my concentration at all, I could create a wormhole that opens up in the middle of a planet or a star. That would not be a very hero6. Fear6 hours ago in Short Stories

PH: Don't Scare Me Like That AgainPH: Don't Scare Me Like That Again
by ~MikanRin02

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"I'm hungry." Alice said plainly.

Gilbert sighed, and Oz chuckled. He ruffled Alice's hair playfully.

"Oz, make me something to eat!" Alice demanded, standing up.

"Why don't you make something yourself, stupid rabbit." Gilbert grumbled.

"Shut it, seaweed-head!" Alice barked.

Oz laughed. "It's alright, I'll make something for you, Alice." He said, getting up.

"Do you need any help, Oz?" Gilbert asked, ready to get up next to Oz.

"No, he doesn't. I don't want you to get any seaweed in my food, seaweed-head!" Alice growled. She grabbed onto Oz's arm and ran into the kitchen before OzPH: Don't Scare Me Like That Again6 hours ago in Short Stories

Girls in White DressesI keep my eyes on the men as they walk, their boots landing with hollow thuds on the damp streets. I push my chin up and hold my shoulders squarely–Mother taught me that. She always says “They like the feisty ones.” I play with my knot of red hair solemnly, the dazed and ignorant look that many of the whores lining the streets wear is etched in my face. I feel the gaze of the men snake over to me in unison and I keep eye contact. Not threateningly of course, but bravely. I have found through my few years of whoring on the streets that men like a little spirit. Maybe it was with the hopes that they could break it. WeGirls in White Dresses6 hours ago in Short Stories

EmptinessWhat is the point of existence?

Just as existence was born from nothing, everything must return to nothing.

Why, then, do we live?

An emptiness boils in my chest, infecting me, draining me, spreading until all that's left is a mindless shell.

As if I was more than that in the first place.

Mindlessly trudging; the fog in my head unable to be cleared by the sun that scorches overhead. The busy street that surrounds me doesn't exist; all I know, all I see, all I feel are the shadows of my own heart.

Then I see her.

A ray of light pierces through my shell, into the empty depths of my soul. The void begins to fill, rapidly, unceasingly, as Emptiness6 hours ago in Short Stories

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