Good lord, this Umbrie chick sounds violent. O.o Not the kind of person I'd let into a kitchen with the fear that she might grab a knife and stab me to death.
Back to the topic, I agree! Especially them not quite being art theft. I don't consider what I do to be theft at all, especially...
I know this is like the Creativity section and this isn't creative at all xD but I have a hobby of tracing drawings (all rights to the original owners, of course). Just, printing something out, putting it on a glass table, putting a lamp underneath it. Although there's not much talent involved...
While the two ate their sandwiches at the table, Emily sitting beside Mary, Alex piped up cautiously. "Emily... the story you told us today was kind of... confusing. It wasn't as fluid as your other stories."
Emily shrugged. "It was a random idea, and I was making it up as I went. Let me tell...
:D
Emily thinks for a moment while Alex and Mary wait impatiently. "Once apon a time," she started slowly, "There was a great forest, where the trees were made of the greatest riches, silver for wood, gold for each individual leaf. And in this forest lived a man, who lived all on his own, with...
The next morning, Mary wakes up and sits up. Alex is no longer in the bed. "Alex?" she quietly calls out to her younger brother. He must have downstairs. She gets out of bed and looks at her alarm clock. 11 AM? Good thing it's summer... She walks out of the room and hears her parents in the...
Chapter Two.
Mary wakes up in the living room of her house on the couch beside her brother. Across from her is the man who carried her away, though perhaps "away" had been inside her house. Maybe she was overreacting. She heard them talking. "Yes, your sister is in great danger, Alex." Mary...
Chapter One?
"Once upon a time, there was a young boy who lived in a great kingdom. He wanted to grow up to be a knight, and every day he'd practice sword fighting all day. But when he was old enough, he was turned down. "Too skinny," they said. "Too short." He kept on practicing and...
Every single night I sleep a dreamless sleep. I don't mind, as while I sleep oblivious to my thoughts, don't I pay attention to them both in the wake? It doesn't matter that I don't dream. I feel the wind on my cheeks and the little sprinkles of rain, just beginning to form, hitting my arms as I...
Darkness. What has been my friend for so long is now my worst nightmare. My heart, once vibrant and bright, is now stone cold. I can act all I want, as is my metaphysical job, but on the inside and the outside, I cannot reach what I have always been reaching for. Even now, as I sit and pretend...
I'm pretty sure I'm getting the tread's Prefix right... xD
I'm bored, so I'm going to share short stories here that I write. I've wanted to write from a young age, and I have been writing stories for years, it's been getting me in trouble in class ever since third grade xD
Anyways... I can...