#shortread

[u-adskinaesthetic]

LOL, imagine: Twisted Wonderland mini fanfics.

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Ok, but can you imagine dating Floyd and him not being chosen to attend the masquerade event, but you are. There are only two outcomes I can think of that would happen.

Scenario 1# Crybaby

Floyd: Why can't I go?!! It's not fair Shrimpy is going and not me!!!

(Y/n): *Literally can't breathe being crushed to death in Floyd's arms*

Azul: Go ahead, cry about it. You're just throwing a tantrum because (Y/n) is going and you are not.

Floyd: *Squeezing the absolute life out of (Y/n)* But I want to go!! It's not fair!!!

Jade: *Amused. This little piece of sh*t won't help you* Floyd, your suffocating (Y/n).

(Y/n): *Can't plead for life with your mouth covered. You pass out due to suffocation*

When you wake up, you'll have a very clingy Floyd following you around before your departure. It takes the whole staff and more to pry him off you before you can travel through the mirror. Floyd would cry even when he is pinned to the ground trying to join your group. You promise him lots of cuddles and kisses when you get back.

Scenario 2# Threatens Crowley. Period.

*Just before everyone departs on their trip, Floyd rushes in at mock speed tackling you into a hug*

(Y/n): *Absolutely squished in Floyd's arms* Floyd, what are you doing here?

Floyd: Isn't this great Shrimpy? I get to come with you! We're going to have so much fun together! *Happy eel noises as he twirls you both*

Crowley: *Coming up from behind with that dumbass smile of his* I have decided it would be best if another exemplary student like Mr. Leech helps represent our school. Why, he was so full of energy and so pushy.....ahem...I mean excited, I couldn't say no. I am most gracious!

(Y/n): *Smiles* Floyd threatened you, didn't he?

Floyd: Yay, Shrimpy!!!

*Everyone, mostly Azul who is already getting a headache, worried about how things will play out*

You are genuinely happy Floyd gets to come with you. Man is attached to your hip everywhere you go. There was never a dull moment with him, and the memories you shared will never perish. Nor the hundreds of hugs or kisses you received every second of the day. Rollo was disgusted. He's just mad because he gets no women with that ugly *ss bowl cut on his head.

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[susanmacnicol]

Fancy a short, funny read with loads of sweet romance? This one should do for you.. mybook.to/UnlikelyInLove Meet Elliot and Dan in ‘Benchpressed’ City planner Elliot meets personal trainer Dan and between them, they whip the gym into shape… “I happen to think you have a very nice belly,” Dan murmured. “It makes a change from the usual devotion to keeping a six pack.” His tone went dreamy. “I like a man with a bit of meat on him.” Oh, fuck me. That sounded a bit awkward, even to me. My body flushed with heat and I cleared my throat. Meet Davey and Gus in ‘Dear Davey’ Agony Aunt columnist Davey has an unfortunate habit of causing mayhem for fellow worker Gus. He also has no filter. Remind you of someone? “Oh, and I’m sorry I set fire to your waste bin yesterday,” I muttered. “Who else would it have been?” he said. “Do I need to take out company hazard pay when I go out with you?” I huffed, flicking my hair back from my forehead. “Puhleaze. It’d be worth every penny, I promise.” Behind me, Gus’s cologne invaded my nostrils and I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent. Meet Cooper and Robbie in ‘Banana Appeal’ Graphic artist Cooper meets neighbour Robbie when a gecko brings them together. I took a step forward, brandishing the banana toward him as if entreating him to eat it. Robbie took a step back, a wary look crossing his face. I wondered whether he’d expected me to ask him to fellate it. Because that would have been a complete waste when my dick was willing to be wrapped between those full lips. The banana didn’t stand a fucking chance if I got in there first.

[junihtochr]

The leaves are aging gracefully

Mã uitam la frunzele îngălbenite din pãdure ��i mă gândeam cã ele sunt așa frumoase fix în momentul de dinaintea morții lor. Numai noi în societatea noastră ne-am creeat/programat îmbătrânirea că fiind urâtă, însã frunzele îngălbenite sunt ca oamenii care  îmbãtrânesc frumos 

[innocentprattle]

dear chatgpt, can you please help me craft a vaguely threatening email while remaining professional?

Certainly, I can help you create an email that’s assertive and sets a clear expectation for action without crossing any professional boundaries. Could you share a bit more about the context? For instance, are you following up on a delay, addressing a recurring issue, or reinforcing a previous request? I hate having to send a mean email or, even WORSE, calling people to ask them to fix mistakes…

[sheilakellbooks]

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[biffmitchell]

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[fiendishfables]

Hiii cookie bookie pookie bear, I was wondering if you could write for my short king again (lucifer)! Babyboy is short but how will he be with a gf/wife that is shorter than him! Rahh so cute ♡

Lucifer x Shorter S/O! Fem! Reader

Headcanons

warnings: fluff, short people jokes, Lucifer being an emotional dork and lover

words: 664

a/n: sorry for the lack of fics, I've been super busy and have had no motivation recently! Thanks for 300+ followers, I love y'all!

First of all, it's very rare that Lucifer finds anyone shorter than himself, so you'll have to excuse the literal squeal of excitement he emits the moment he sees you

When you first mention your romantic feelings for him, he had a field day

Someone like yourself, being so beautiful AND short, liking HIM?

He swore it was like being back up in Heaven again

Definitely never misses a chance to make a short joke, despite his own height misfortunes

The internet aided him in coming up with originals

"Hey, how's the weather down there?"

"My golly, it really is the little things in life that matter, isn't it darling?

You have attempted to bite his ankles a few times

Don't worry, if his jokes somehow ends up hurting your feelings, he will be quick to apologize and coddle you for the rest of the day

He is usually very ecstatic whenever you ask him to get anything for you off of a high perch; his chest literally swells with pride that he finally has someone who can come to him for that sort of stuff

"Oh, that old thing up there? No worries, my love. Step aside, step aside now."

Ends up having to get the kitchen stool

But by then, more often than not, it ends up with neither of you being able to reach it, not even with the help of his cane or the stool

Results in him having to get either his daughter, or the spider pornstar he usually tried to avoid if possible (mainly result of his intimidations due to his height, but he was a friend of Charlies)

He will physically deflate if he can't fulfill a need/request you have for him; it crushes his spirit

Likes to put his arm on your head whenever he stands next to you

Its a symbol of both his affection for you and his desire to playfully irritate you

Says you make a good armrest

He only got the satisfaction of saying it once though, because you kicked him harshly in the shin after

He thinks you are just the cutest thing when you're mad; he likes seeing you yell at other people, especially Alastor

But if you yell at him instead during these times, he will go wrap himself up in a blanket and have a breakdown on his own time

You wont see him for a good hour or two; he's off sobbing in some random corner

Eventually he will resurface and request your attention, which you gladly provide him with, apologizing and telling him your words were only humor based and not meant to be taken to heart

Lucifer is already such a sensitive soul, he claims you are turning him to mush by just being the cutest thing to ever behold him

He can't fathom the idea of ever making his precious lady mad at him

Loves getting you funny t-shirts and stuff that have short people jokes on them

Almost always insists on being the big spoon when the two of you cuddle

He's finally taller than someone for once in his life, okay?

He gets the chance to feel like he is effectively protecting someone, this time by covering them with his body like a shield; this has never happened before

Let him have this one victory; he feels accomplished, the poor baby

No one can deny that he has tons of fun with you, as he now gets to be the one who feels all high and mighty

Your height is an ongoing topic throughout the relationship

He often forgets that he himself still only stands just above five feet

He once even tried to fight Alastor because you genuinely make him feel like he's a 7ft giant

Safe to say he came back to you with his tail between his legs, feelings hurt, and still a whopping 5,2

But with you, he may as well have been standing on top of the world

[lumarisart]

I'm almost there! SGC 6 is taking longer than I wanted to get done, but it's mostly executive dysfunction kicking my ass lol. This is why I don't do preorders for this series - but also it's a thing for fun, I'm trying to keep it fun to work on.

A little TLDR, because the amazon descriptions suck & I never properly introduced my writing or this series lol (I should hire someone when I have the money, to write a better blurb lol) but SGC is, in a nutshell, about a group running a cafe in the day, and doing some ghoul hunting at night for extra cash. When they stumble on something seemingly big, they think they can leverage whatever info they find into a possible job - whether just selling the information or doing something in return for a big payout - either way, they stick their noses into something that ends up being bigger than they expected.

At one point they'll have to decide whether to continue a "normal" life, or if they should seize the chance to try and do something about it. That's the plot, but at its core it's a very obvious love story about two guys who were very good friends, but became something more.

I rate it 18+ for vulgar language, some explicit scenes (both s*x and gore and drug use) and there's a lot....lot of F-bombs.

Setting: Think of a high fantasy world. A few thousand years later, they merge magic and technology. An industrial revolution begins! Then, a couple more thousand years, and new magic is discovered, and space exploration is unlocked! Now we have mega-metropolis cities, space ports, council of dragon shifters splitting the city into districts, and intergalactic government that tries to keep them in line.

The characters never set foot offworld (not in this season anyway) but there's plenty of mention of it.

Serial: This is a serial, not a big book - each episode is 20-60 pages, sometimes less, sometimes more. But it's why it's $1 an episode to read (although I may restructure this if I can get my own website redone) via Amazon (for now.) Once the whole season is done (10 episodes) I'll lump them together in a big single volume and offer a special edition paperback and hardcover (which I hope to fully illustrate!)

Background:

I started SGC in 2020, though festered the idea of it in October of 2019. 2020 needed a change of pace from my usual high/steampunk fantasy stories and characters, and thus SGC was born. In 2021, after hiring my editor (who isn't on here sadly) we worked together to get the first 5 launched. It's been over a year since releasing SGC5, but I'm happy to finally get back into it.

If you read all that, thank you! If not, totally understand. Thank you for your time ^_^

[u-adskinaesthetic]

LOL, imagine: Twisted Wonderland mini fanfics.

(P.s. I have only read book one out of the five books so far. Book two coming tomorrow. Based on what I know, this is how Rollo would act in my world).

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Lol. Imagine Rollo trying to ask you out after the Masquerade event.

Rollo: (Y/n), I despise you. Everything I worked so hard for is down in flames because of you heathen. I am a pious man whose mind sways before you. Gypsy woman, how dare you cast this spell on me. I abhor the very bane of your existence, and I hope you die a pitiful death.

(Y/n): *Confused*

Rollo: Please, date me.

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[networkthoughts]

Weekend musings - the weekly column which looks at interesting tit bits in aviation

[sognatrice-xiwang-sharell]

The masked power

"He terrifies me. He knows what I'm capable of .the harm I could do ." She says "And yet he wants me to show my full potential"

Her words hung in the air like a thick fog, obscuring the reality of the situation. She was the most powerful of all the students, and everyone knew it. Yet, she remained a silent spectator, avoiding the spotlight that could so easily illuminate her true nature. Her eyes searched the room, flickering from one face to the next, seeking understanding or perhaps fear. The classroom was still, the only sound the rhythmic tick of the clock above the chalkboard.

"Run away with me " he asks her " We can change the world" . She hesitates . She wants to do it she knows she can . But she was hesitant. He was the leader of the school's most infamous group, known for pushing the boundaries of their powers. The thought of joining him was both thrilling and terrifying.

"We'd be unstoppable," he whispers, his eyes gleaming with ambition. His hand reaches out to hers, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt up her arm. She can feel the strength in his grip, the same strength that had earned him his notorious reputation. It's tempting to imagine the two of them together, leading a revolution that could reshape the very fabric of their society.

She disagrees unwilling , Her parents hate it when she shows her power . They fear her . Her heart races as she contemplates the proposal. She's always felt like an outcast, her power a burden more than a gift. The idea of being accepted, of being part of something greater, is tantalizing. Yet, the fear of her parents' disappointment weighs heavily on her.

Years, later he was a world leader and she , she was a scientist an explorer and one of the best weapon creators She hid it all under the guise of a teacher . A simple english teacher who likes philosophy.

One evening, she sits in her quiet apartment, surrounded by books and the faint scent of jasmine from a candle she'd lit hours ago. Her thoughts drift to him, wondering how different her life would be if she'd accepted his proposal. Would she be standing beside him, their hands stained with the power that could either create or destroy? Or would she be a mere spectator in the grand theatre of his ambitions, watching as he shaped the world to his will?

The invitation arrives, a crisp envelope with the minister's seal pressed into the wax. It's an exclusive event, a masquerade ball to celebrate the anniversary of the peace treaty that had ended the last great conflict. She knows it's a rare opportunity to mingle with the elite, including him. Her curiosity piqued, she decides to attend, donning a gown of deep blue that shimmers like the night sky under the flickering lights.

As the evening progresses, the whispers of her inventions circulate among the masked attendees. They approach her, eager to understand the enigma of the teacher-turned-weapons-mogul. "Why," one asks, "with your brilliance, do you choose to educate children when you could be shaping the future with science?"

"I never left science" She replies "I am teacher as well"

The masquerade ball was a whirlwind of opulence and political tension. She watched the dancers twirl across the grand ballroom floor, their masks hiding identities that held the fate of nations in their grasp. Yet, amidst the grandeur, she felt an unshakable sense of belonging. These were her people, the ones who understood the weight of power and the consequences of wielding it.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the room. The minister, a man known for his sharp intellect and silver tongue, took the stage. His eyes swept over the crowd, pausing briefly on her, as if acknowledging her silent presence. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, his voice resonating through the vast space, "I present to you the most powerful person in this very room."

The crowd parted, and there he was, the leader from her past, now a world-renowned figure. His mask, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, bore the likeness of a mythical phoenix, symbolizing rebirth and power. She felt the heat of his gaze as he descended the stairs, the room spinning around her. This was not the reckless boy she'd known but a man who'd harnessed his power and used it to climb the highest rungs of society.

He laughs and tells the minister that it isn't he who is the most powerful person in this room. His eyes meeting hers . Letting her know the invitation to join him was still open. The crowd's murmurs grew louder, a mix of confusion and anticipation.

The world leader saunters over to her, his movements as graceful as a panther's. "You've been hiding, my dear," he says, his voice a low purr that sends a shiver down her spine. "Your creations are the whispers of legends, and yet, here you stand, a mere teacher."

"Edward" she breathes . The crowd surprised by someone calling him with the first name. He smiles a knowing smile "You've been missed"

"I've been busy" she responds, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hand.

"The offer is open" He says his voice and movements controlling all the room, But not her.

Her heart races as she looks into his eyes, the same eyes that had once held such promise and terror. "Alright," she says, her voice a soft whisper that somehow cuts through the cacophony of the ball. "Let's change the world."

"Ladies and Gentlemen" His voice echoes in the room "Olivia Stan ,The most powerful person in the room and now a member of our group"

The crowd gasps as she stands up and takes his hand, the mask of a fox adorning her face, symbolizing her cunning. She feels the weight of the decision she's made, the mask a stark reminder of the façade she's worn for so long.

As they leave the ballroom together, the whispers follow them like a shadow. The elite look on with a mix of admiration and wariness. They know the potential danger she represents, but also the incredible power she could bring to their cause. Edward leads her through hidden corridors, the walls lined with tapestries that tell tales of ancient battles and forgotten heroes. His grip tightens, a silent promise of the challenges they'll face together.

Their union started a new era in the world . A world with better healthcare, technology and education . An era where no one feels left out. An era where both the arts and science prospored under their leadership.

Olivia Stan and Edward became the dynamic duo that the world hadn't seen in centuries. They were the power couple that no one had anticipated. Their chemistry was electric and their combined intellect and power, unstoppable. They were the yin and yang that the world needed.

But amidst all the glitz and glamour, Olivia couldn't shake the feeling of her parents' disapproval. She had chosen a path that was starkly different from what they had hoped for her. Her mother's words echoed in her mind, "Your power is a curse, not a gift." Her father's silence was deafening, his disappointment a heavy weight she could never lift.

The world, however, saw her differently. Her actions with Edward, though shrouded in secrecy, brought about a wave of change that was undeniable. The poor had access to better healthcare, schools flourished with innovative curriculums, and technology advanced at an unprecedented rate. The people adored her, calling her the "Benevolent Enigma" for her quiet yet profound contributions to society. Her power, once feared, was now revered as the catalyst for a brighter future.

Their partnership was the talk of the globe. Every newspaper, every whisper in the corridors of power, spoke of Olivia's unparalleled intellect and Edward's unyielding resolve. The world watched in awe as they danced the delicate balance between power and compassion. Her creations, once feared weapons of destruction, had been repurposed into tools of progress and protection. Her name became synonymous with hope and progress.

Olivia threw herself into her work, using her power to innovate and create. Under her guidance, the country's defenses grew strong, but so did its embrace of peace. The duo's influence stretched further than any had ever dreamed, and their popularity soared. Yet, amidst the accolades and the applause, she couldn't ignore the shadow of doubt that lurked in her heart. Was this truly the life she wanted? Was the love of a nation enough to fill the void her parents' rejection had left?

Her creations, once feared, now brought light to the darkest corners of the world. She watched as children once destined for a life of poverty and despair now had access to the wonders of education. Hospitals that were once crumbling now had state-of-the-art medical facilities, and soldiers returned home to families who could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Every day, she saw the tangible evidence of her efforts, a radiant deed shining forever in the lives she'd touched.

The whispers grew to cheers as her name became synonymous with hope. Her inventions didn't just win battles; they built bridges. The world looked to her as a beacon of what humanity could achieve when power and compassion were intertwined. Yet, with every step she took into the spotlight, she felt the distance from her parents grow wider. She knew they'd never understand her choices, but she hoped that her actions would speak louder than any words could.

Letters from home grew fewer and fewer until they ceased altogether. The silence was deafening, but Olivia focused on the roar of progress, the applause of the grateful, and the whispers of awe from the children whose lives she'd changed. She poured her heart and soul into her work, creating a legacy that was a stark contrast to the quiet life she'd once led. Her power, once feared, had been channeled into something beautiful.

One day, while walking through the gleaming corridors of the new university she'd helped found, a young student approached her. "Miss Stan," the girl said, her eyes shining with admiration, "I've studied your work, and I just wanted to thank you. Because of you, I can dream of a future where my abilities are celebrated, not feared." Olivia felt a warmth spread through her, a balm to the ache her parents' disapproval had left. It was moments like these that made her realize her true purpose.

As the months turned to years, Olivia's work continued to revolutionize the world. Her parents' voices grew quieter in her mind, replaced by the cheers of progress and the whispers of a new era. The weight of their expectations lifted, she found herself smiling more, laughing more, truly living in the world she'd helped create. The love and acceptance she'd craved from them were now reflected in the faces of those she'd empowered.

One evening, as she worked in her lab, surrounded by the hum of machinery and the glow of her latest invention, she paused. Her hand hovered over the switch, her heart pounding. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and thought of her mother and father. The fear and confusion they'd held onto so tightly, the fear of her potential, the fear of what she could become. And then she thought of the lives she'd changed, the wars she'd prevented, the futures she'd built. Slowly, she pressed the switch, and the room filled with a gentle hum.

The light grew, and with it, a sense of peace. For the first time in years, Olivia allowed herself to feel the full weight of her parents' disapproval slip away. The world had accepted her for who she was, and she had accepted the world's needs. Her eyes snapped open, and she turned to face the gleaming machine before her. It was a symbol of all she'd achieved, a beacon of hope that stood tall in the face of doubt.

The room was silent save for the soft ticking of the clock, the same one that had hung above the chalkboard in her classroom. It was a reminder of her roots, of the simple beginnings that had led her to this moment. The machine hummed to life, a phoenix of her own making, ready to spread its wings and take flight into the future.

Olivia stood before it, her reflection shimmering in the chrome and glass. She was no longer the girl who feared her power; she was the woman who had harnessed it. The woman who had chosen to stand beside Edward, not in the shadows but as an equal. The woman who had decided that her potential was not a curse but a gift to be shared with the world.

[junihtochr]

In stare potențială

Oamenii nu se vindecã, pentru cǎ sunt convinși cǎ nu pot. 

[robyn-weightman]

This book is now a series and I have still not read it 😅

[heavenwritess]

Insecurities.

A story of how small comments can lead to something irreversible.

Why am I always judged? I try my best to change and live up to people’s standards, but it’s never enough. When will it be enough? I don’t like your clothes. I asked my mom to take me shopping that night. What’s wrong with the clothes I made you? I can’t give you the correct answer, and I don’t want you to cause a scene at school. I wore those new clothes the next day. No one noticed. I don’t like your shoes. I begged my mom for new ones. What’s wrong with those? I just bought them last month. Again, I can’t tell you. I got new shoes and wore them the next day. No one noticed. Why is your nose so big? I took my mother’s makeup and contoured my nose to make it appear smaller. I wore it to school. No one noticed. You’re so fat! I started skipping meals and layered my clothes. Sweetie, you need to eat. I'm not hungry, Mom. I haven't eaten in a week. If I can do one more in a week, I can do one more. One more week turns into one more month. Am I thin enough yet? No one likes you! I made cookies for the class; everyone enjoyed them and thanked me. They acknowledged me for five minutes. I’m still a ghost. You're so ugly! I woke up earlier the next day and did my makeup. I try my best to smile in the mirror, but I'm still ugly. Why was I cursed this way? You’re trying too much, and it's pointless. Just kill yourself already! I took my mother’s money and bought drugs. I used them that very night, and it felt good. Why is my mouth numb? My teeth hurt so bad it feels like they’re taking them out without medication. Something is crawling on my skin. My mind is hazy, and everything is so blurry. I go to the bathroom and splash water on my face. My nose starts bleeding, as well as my mouth. Make it stop! I run towards my bedroom door, but everything is spinning, and my legs give out. My whole body is numb; I can’t move. I feel my energy leaving my body. This can't be it, right? If I die, will I die pretty? I want to rest my eyes. I can hear my mother’s screams. She's holding my dead body in her arms. No one noticed my absence at school.

[biffmitchell]

New at Smashwords!

Where the hell did Kenny and Sara’s exercise bike go? What insidious plot is afoot. It’s just a few minutes read for a buck to learn the terrible truth about an exercise bike that defies all that is normal.

Read for just a buck.