Stories tagged “character”

  • Giving Birth

    Melissa sat, pen in hand, spilling her ideas onto the paper. Her mind continued to fuel the wrist movement, and the words just kept flowing. In her mind, the majority of her characters were extensions of herself, be it her darker or more pleasant quali...

  • Recent Plans

    “Mother?” Melissa replied incredulously. “I’m not your mother.” “You created me, didn’t you?” the character questioned, her voice accented with a light brogue. Her smile faded and she tilted her head inqu...

  • Sensibility and Ocarinas

    He looked at the two girls having a conversation through the window, standing amidst the azalea bushes he had oh-so-incredibly found himself in a few minutes ago. One minute, he had been sitting on a small rocky ledge overlooking the creek that they ha...

  • Meeting the Creator

    “Well,” Gweneth said, taking a blue scarf from around her neck and putting up her hair, “our most recent leader is…” She trailed off, turning her head to look at what she thought was movement. “William?” Meliss...

  • Authoritative Detective Work

    The author gave Gweneth a quizzical stare. There was something wrong here, and it was her given duty as the author to find out what that was. “Well, normally, here in this world… “Meeting your creator” isn’t seen as a good...

  • The Third Traveler

    He stood up carefully on the slanted plane, grabbing on to a brick protrusion for support. His head pounded strongly, and a sudden dizziness swept through him. Luckily, the floor beneath him had a rough surface, and he was able to keep his balance as h...

  • My Creation

    “Told you so. You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re lost.” He flashed a playful smile. That devil! “So what if I’m in over my head,” she whispered defiantly into her knees, “I may not know what I...

    • Author: ran_ook
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • The Man-Boy on the Bus

    He says it’s Asperger’s, but everyone knows something else is there. He’s 50, looks 30, thinks 8, and has the hormones of a 13-yr-old. He’s wearing a T-shirt with a donut emblazoned across his round stomach, baggy shorts, black ...

  • He's Crazy

    He stared down the hallway of his tiny house, which ran straight from front door to back, no hidden corners. It felt safe. Best of all, this was a new neighborhood, no one was talking about him behind his back. The TV was playing “The Good, The B...

  • Emotional Amazonian

    She was amazonian in build. We spent hours in front of Bonanza, she lacing yarn through plastic cards and I counting my cross stitches, surrounded by shelved unicorns. Today when I arrived she was fresh from a bath, and demanded we go shopping. “...

  • Soul Mate

    You know what T-shirt I like best My favorite color too And when I cry silently You know exactly what to do You know when it’s my birthday The right amount of fuss to make You feel so happy for me Every triumphal step I take When I’m being ...

  • What really happened there ?

    She said that the guy who had asked her out was an idiot,but we could tell that she liked him. My friend teased,“What if I go tell him that ?” Annie did’nt seem to mind but her best friend said, “Really, I did’nt know he w...

    • Author: asmk
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Lurking

    It was then that he heard the voices talking animatedly among themselves. He heard them as soon as he had entered from the rooftop. The window had led to a musty attic, and there had been nothing of interest. Going through another trapdoor, he entered ...

  • Evidently Dull (Mature)

    “I… am a man… of few words.” Bill’s much-belated speech meandered deliciously over his thick southern accent, in slow, deadly tones. Even an accomplished dullard could see Bill wasn’t in a good mood, from the decided...

  • fake vanilla (Mature)

    Tyrone; If this is what feeling nothing feels like, then maybe I have reached a point of transcendentalism. Maybe the ghost of you will go on and finally leave me alone. I really wish you would. I’m sick of late-night calls and silly pillow-talk ...

  • Acrylic

    Acrylic reclined, scratching his scalp. It had been voided of all hair, the normal human mane replaced by all sorts of transmitters, diodes, and inputs. His porcupine head interfaced with literally dozens of computer systems, and—consciously and ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Kahdjinn Edana

    “One of the Kahdjinn, this lithe little female is in charge of bearing gifts to those who are celebrating their birth. She has a special fondness for fire, thistles and the sweet nectar of honeysuckle blooms. She’s often called Edana, but i...

  • The Lonely Girl

    She sat alone on the park bench. Jet black hair sprang out from her head. Some called her a Chia Pet, but she was proud of her hair because it was different. However, it still managed to cover her deep brown eyes. When people got a look into them, they...

  • Sweet Assassin

    Once, a precious little girl was born into a different kind of family. They were the rough and tumble sort, expecting her not to cry. It took a couple months, but then she cried no more. She learned to be an independent girl. Her mother and father wer...

    • Author: Horrorfan13
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The drink of devils.

    She stood there as she watched him cross the floor to where she leant against the bar. She knew what would happen next, so she looked for a way to alter the inevitable. She saw the empty chair in the far corner. God knows who had sat there before, or w...

    • Author: H.S. Wift
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Adorable Soul

    “Mmmm” The girl hummed: half song, half pleasure and stretched out across the sofa. Her slight form barely taking up any room. The others turned from their game and laughed, enjoying her happiness. “Sleepy?” Mark enquired, knock...

    • Author: Lighty
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Anna.

    There is a circle about the iris of your eyes, a dark soot-grey thing that holds all of you within it. If I were to pluck it out, that thin, grey line, it would unleash all of you unto me. I let it stay. I let it bind you, and your secrets remain unfle...

    • Author: heybates
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To Caleb's Future Girlfriends

    The thing about Caleb is that you always feel like you’re losing him. He’ll distance himself. From time to time, he won’t meet your eyes. In most guys, this would be like a metaphorical neon sign flashing over his head, saying Get out...

  • Ray (Mature)

    You’re a lazy string picker, chord roaming and flying off rhythm before I start mouthing those words I know. On drugs you’re slower. You’ve got those lost eyes, your fingertips quake like seared mice. When I try to match my lines with yours my ch...